Norintha

Trans Fem focused adult stories

Backroom at the Club

BDSM, Humiliation, Musk, Fluids, Face Sitting

@Norintha@beach.city

Looking at your phone, you see it's getting on to one. You finish your drink, wave the bartender over, and settle your tab. The club doesn't close for hours yet, but you have an appointment of sorts to keep. Smiling, you stand up from your stool and walk out of the club. Dipping away from the line of lights, much like you did last week, you walk to the far end of the warehouse that houses the club. Peeking down, you only see darkness and the end of the club's dumpster. Hearing nothing, you carefully walk into the alleyway to the dumpster.

Peering past the edge to the dimly lit end of the alley; you see only a back door to the club. You pull your phone out again, and turn on the screen. One on the dot now. You decide to wait a moment and see if they come out the back, Suddenly a weight slams you to the dumpster. “Look who showed up, babe!” It is the excited, now familiar voice of the person you mentally labeled Leathers. “Hah, you were right, the dirty piggy really wanted round two; guess I owe you head later.” Leathers presses on you hard enough that she forces the air from your lungs.

“Well it's your lucky night, someone scored the key to the club's back playroom.” Denim, as if on cue, dangles a key before you, on a small dark blue plastic ring. Leathers leans off of you, and as you catch your breath, she wraps her arm around your neck and leads you away. Stumbling on the slick alleyway, you struggle to stay on your feet as Leathers drags you to the door you saw a few minutes ago. Denim walks back into your view, slides the key into the lock and pulls the heavy metal door open. Leathers tugs you into the back playroom.

Creaking on rarely used hinges, the door slowly swings shut behind you. The room looks much like the other club playrooms, except half the floor is bare concrete. “No one knows you’re back here, and no one can peek in on our fun.” As Leathers speaks, she removes her jacket. The woman pushes you to the ground, and you watch Leathers walk to the side wall. Before you can see what she is doing Denim prods you onto your back with a sharp heel. The shorter woman straddles you in her ripped fishnets, leans forward slowly and holds your face in her hand. She pulls you forward for a kiss, then you feel warm wetness in your mouth. Denim releases your face and slaps you, causing you to swallow in surprise. Flashing on the far wall next to Leathers is a small red light. “Smile, star!” She chuckles and walks back towards you.

Grabbing your hair, Leathers twists your head up to hers. “On your knees, filth.” Then she lets you fall back to the ground. Shoving yourself onto your stomach, you push up. The rough concrete digs into your hands and knees, and you look up to see Leathers grinning down at you. Denim grabs your hair and yanks your face down to Leathers' boots. “Get to work, you worm!” Denim commands you as one of Leathers' boots waves slowly in front of your face. Closing your eyes you stick out your tongue and give the leather boot a lick.

Strong flavors of leather and polish, backed with hints of the street and dust. You cough and sputter as Leathers moves the other boot about. Shaking your head, you try to refuse. The spike of Denim's heel presses into the small of your back, and crying out, you open your mouth. As you work at the other boot Denim whispers into your ear. “If you don't start in the dirt, worm, you won't ever move up”. You hear her jacket land somewhere in a corner before an arm wraps around your neck. She isn't as muscular as Leathers is, but forces you back easily.

A bead of sweat runs down Denim's arm and across your face. “Feels so much better to have that off finally. Looking good for the club can be quite difficult” She muses as she forces her armpit over your mouth and nose. Her gentle musk overtakes your olfactory senses. “She must really like being under your arm, babe.” Leathers speaks as she kisses Denim, her hand petting you gently. You give into your baser nature, licking Denim's underarm. Sweaty and musky, she tastes wonderful. Denim laughs softly “That tickles, you dirty worm you.”

The smaller woman drags you to the padded half of the room and drops you back to the ground. Leathers is facing away from you, waving her ass slowly as her skirt works down her hips and thighs before landing at her bootless calves. Turning with a twirl, she walks towards you. Stopping in front of you, she wiggles her toes. You stretch your neck to lick at her toes, before sucking on them. Strong hints of the leather in her boots, and salty sweetness of her sweat from the night in the club. Leathers groans as you work your tongue between her toes.

Getting on her knees she rests with her ass over your face. “Time for you to pay up on the bet, babe. I'll get comfortable over here first.” Leathers leans back, resting her hips on her ankles and forcing your face between her cheeks. Reaching with your tongue, you tickle her. “Oooh fuck, she is good with that. Come over here, I got something for you too.” It's hard to hear with Leathers' thighs around your ears but Denim walks before Leathers. Looking around Leathers' large cock you watch Denim drop to her knees and start to suck upon her shaft.

You continue to poke and prod at Leathers' tender entrance as her weight wavers over you. From under her cock, you watch Denim pull Leathers' cock totally into her mouth. Bobbing up and down on the girldick, a bead of her drool slowly slides down Leathers before landing on you. The musclebound woman quivers and shakes, her thighs squeezing your head. Rivulets of sweat run down her back and off her backside, onto your neck and down your face. Denim makes a muffled noise as you feel her chin hit your forehead and Leathers seems to hold her in place.

Leathers cries out and puts more of her weight onto your upturned face. Unable to pull in a new breath, you focus on continuing to please her as her cock twitches and pumps its load into Denim. She pulls away, and you hear her sit on the room's padded floor with a loud thump. After a long pause Leathers pulls herself off of you, and you gasp in a breath. Looking over you see Denim wiping her chin before making eye contact with you. “Oh, I think our dirty worm still has a lot to work to do.” The woman stands up and dusts off her knees.

Denim grabs your shoulder, and pulls you over onto your chest. She sits back on the padding, spreading her legs. Her short denim skirt does a poor job of hiding her panties, slick with moisture. Crawling over to her, you carefully work her panties down with your mouth. Your tongue teases Denim's labia, then Leathers gives your ass a rough smack. “Up on your knees and spread open.” Raising your ass into the air, you wave it teasingly at Leathers. She silently pins your legs down with her own as she gets in place, thumping her hard cock on you.

With hardly any other warning she pushes into your tight, waiting ass. In tandem with her partner Denim mashes your face in her crotch. Her sweaty musk sends shivers down your spine. Running your tongue along and inside her labia causes the woman to grab your hair. She squeezes her thighs as tightly around your head as Leathers did a few moments ago. Behind you Leathers slowly slides back out, pauses, then pushes back in. This time her hand trails down your hip and between your legs, finding your own swollen and needy little girlcock.

She runs her nails down your shaft “Work for it, you filthy pig.” Her girldick tickles your prostate as she continues to use you as her cock sleeve. The waves of pleasure are dizzying, though Denim running her nails through your hair helps you stay focused on pleasing her. Tracing within her labia and tickling across her clit, your tongue dances across her genitals. She cries out in pleasure and her body quakes, but she only tightens her thighs around your head. Leathers pounds into you harder and harder, one hand stroking your desperate? girlcock.

Working around Denim's clit with your tongue, you feel her breathing quicken and a rumbling groan. A splash of her fluid hits your mouth, and you lick deeper; aching to clean every last drop. The cock in your ass continues to slam in and out, hips meeting ass over and over. Leathers' girlcock twitches deep in you and she moans with pleasure as she fills your insides with her seed. Her hand continues to work your own girlshaft, the building monsoon of pleasure in you reaching a crescendo. Your own seed splashes on the padding of the floor.

Leathers pulls back and rises, letting the circulation return to your legs. Curling on your side, you writhe as the pins and needles feeling wracks your body. Denim gathers and hands Leathers the pile of clothing from the ground. “Looks like she enjoys being used like this.” Leathers walks back to the red light while sliding her skirt up. The light flashes off and she puts a small object into her jacket pocket. She stoops over you and ruffles your hair. “Don't worry about the key, the door will lock on by itself. See ya around, cutie.” She works her boots back on and takes Denim's arm as the two women exit the dark, cold room your clothes in hand.

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Furniture

Restraint, Exhibitionism, Furniture Play

@Norintha@beach.city

Standing quietly in the dressing room, you watch me dig through the costumes in the back racks. “I know it's here somewhere, tonight calls for something a little different.” Finally after minutes of shifting outfits around, and I pull something out triumphantly. A suit jacket, with short skirt. The bow tie dangling off the neck causes you to laugh. “Something funny, pet? You should be dressed already.” The outfit I picked out for you tonight could be described as 'A piece of rope'. Picking the skimpy thing up, you reluctantly strip.

Standing behind you, I help you loop the rope between your breasts, between your legs, and up your back. Pulling the harness, the soft rope slips slightly then locks in place. Then I reach around and cup your breasts, jiggling them in the braided rope that lifts and separates. “Perfect!” With a finger in a loop of the rope I pull you along with me. We stop at the entrance to the dressing room and I pat your ass “You may wear a simple skirt and top for the ride to the club as well.” The relief is palpable when you hear those words.

Pulling a plaid knee length skirt and simple white top from the rack you toss them on, along with a pair of shoes then we head out. Stopping at the door, I order you to pick up the packed play bag next to it. The bag is heavier than you expected, and clinks with metal. The cool spring air blows up the skirt, and chills your girlprick. Realizing now that the rope precluded wearing underwear you pull the hem down. Seeing you blush makes me laugh, and you hoist the bag in both hands, using it to pin down your girlcock and skirt.

The bus is more crowded than usual, and we head to as close to the back as we can manage. The rope rides up as we sit through the bus ride. Every other stop or so you discretely try to adjust the bondage into a less arousing position, your member behaving badly without tucking. Adjusting the tie, I lead us off the bus and down the lit road to the club. Even in the distance you see there is a tent set up outside the entrance tonight. “It's a special event tonight, so everyone inside must meet the dress code. You shouldn't have much trouble changing.

Ahead of us in line, you see many people in similar fancy dress as mine. Shifting back and forth on your feet, you start to feel underdressed. Watching you get anxious I lean over and whisper “I always take care of you, all you need to do is strip down to your harness.” You slip off the skirt and top you quickly threw on, and can feel your cheeks burn as your face flushes. I lean over and kiss your cheek softly as you work off your socks and the butterflies in your stomach fade.

Inside, the club is playing symphonic music instead of the usual bopping dance music. As your eyes adjust to the light, you see that tonight is a special event indeed. Where usually there are tables and chairs around the bar, now the tables and chairs are naked submissive. A living buffet runs along the stage, with trays of food arranged on the naked, muscular property. We walk through the club, arriving at a far wall. A row of short benches have been pulled out, and several people are sitting farther down with living tables holding food.

I point at the ground, and you set down the bag. Unzipping the bag, I pull out several lengths of metal. With the metal in hand, I walk behind you. The chill of metal nips at your back as I threat the rods through your rope harness. The rods slide down, to your knees. Carefully I guide you to your knees. Instructing you to reach behind you with both arms, I lean you backwards until your hands reach the ground. Without any further help, you get up on your feet. Reaching into the bag, I now produce several short leather straps.

One wraps around each of your legs at the knees, and one around each wrist. Two final rods slide through the shoulders of your harness and slot into the wrist straps. Testing the bars, you find they limit your movement but don't support your weight. In the crowd, you recognize Emily, and her sub Ashley making their way towards us. Ashley is harnessed similar to you, while Emily is wearing a tailored black leather suit with jacket and tie. Emily begins to pull metal rods out and arrange Ashley into a chair.

While you watch that process, I pull a long narrow bag from the larger play bag. Unzipping it, I reveal a long piece of glass and place the plank on your chest and stomach. You stagger from the added weight for a moment but adjust your distribution and steady yourself. Beneath the glass, you watch Emily as I enjoy a meal. Our drinks roll back and forth in their glasses as you breath, and your muscles tense as either of us press down with our forks. Ashley shifts and squirms, as Emily leans back and rests her weight on the woman's chest.

Your member, already excited from being bound, slowly starts to press the glass to one side. You watch me lick a finger, then slide it out of view. Moments later you feel the finger run along the bottom of your girldick and slide your naughty piece straight under the glass. Twisting your head to the other side, you can see Ashley's own small girlcock poking it's head out from underneath Emily. Finishing my meal, I put my thumb over your nipple and press downward on the glass. You cry out and the glass table shudders drawing attention.

Waving a member of the club's staff over, he takes away our dishes while Emily and I start to rearrange slightly. We pull the piece of glass off of you, allowing you to take a deep breath and relax from the reduced load. Emily, muscular as ever, picks up Ashley. She places her living chair in front of your face. A brief tickle and you realize I have pulled the metal rods from your arms. “Lower down pet, Ashley has been a good girl and I promised Emily she could use you.” Flexing down, you line your mouth up with the lithe girl's member.

Emily guides her seat in place and your tongue starts to lick and tease the smaller woman's girldick. Emily walks along your side, a hand idly running along your abdomen. She reaches back and gently rubs the nipple I pressed on through the glass a minute before. Your leg twitches slightly, the stimulation still intense, though your moan is muffled by Ashley's member. Emily drags a fingernail softly down your cleavage, and along your abdomen. She pauses momentarily to tease as your belly button before drifting to your girlbits.

Your member is quite hard, and it twitches as she runs her fingertips along the underside. Running the tip of her index finger along the top of your girlshaft, she takes the bead of pre that has formed and runs it around the head of your girldick, causing more twitches. “Mind if I?” Emily asks me while holding your slick girlcock in her hand. Without speaking, I nod affirmative and watch as she slowly undoes the leather trousers and pulls her muscular legs out, one at a time. Her heavy girldick sits forward in her panties.

Ashley twists and moans in the bracing that holds her in chair shape, your tongue darting across the end of her member. Taking one of each of your nipples in hand I alternate rolling and squeezing Ashley and yourself. Emily slips her panties off and reaches a leg over you. She slides expertly onto your hard member, resting her weight on your hips for a moment as she wiggles and adjusts her positioning. Pushing herself back up, as if she were doing squats she then lowers back down. Her own girldick stiffening from the movement and stimulation.

Ashley, finally unable to contain herself, blasts her load off your tongue and into the back of your mouth. She blushes and squeezes her legs as close together as her chair frame will allow. Moving both hands to you I work your chest softly while Emily speeds up on your member. You can feel the tell tale scar between Emily's legs as her thick girldick bounces on your stomach. You flex and try to arch your back, the rods still holding you stiff. Wells of warm pleasure lap inside of you, growing like a storm as Emily rides your girlprick faster. Finally, you explode inside of Emily. She slides all the way down onto your member as it fills her with your warm girlseed. With a few flicks of her wrist, her girlcock lets a river of her own clear girlcum drizzle down your stomach and into the ropes. Undoing the rods that hold you in place, I whisper “what a good girl you were tonight” as I go along.

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Working Woman

Feminization, Implied Sex Work

@Norintha@beach.city

You check your phone again. No new mail, just like five minutes ago. Sitting on the edge of your bed, you fall back your phone next to you. It was a long shot anyway. A chance to live and work and socialize with other folk like you. Even an offer of well paying employment. Sighing, resigned to something else you curl on the bed and try to sleep your phone beside you. The buzz under the pillow wakes you. Groggy and with only the moonlight to see by it takes you almost a minute to realize you were atop your phone.

Nervously, you check your notifications. One email. Sliding in your passpattern you pop open the email. 'Congratulations! Your application has been accepted!' The email continues 'As per the posting this job involves close personal work with a variety of clientèle.' The rest of the email contains the address and parking instructions. Tossing the address into your GPS, you see it's a long drive, but not impossible to do in a day. Which is nice as your orientation date is the day after tomorrow. You toss a few things into a bag and set off.

Pulling out of your parking spot, you feel like you have just drank ten cups of coffee. As the hours pass, however, the powerful thrill turns in to anxiousness. What if this personal work is to difficult? Is dropping everything and moving at the drop of a hat wise? Catching sight of a mile marker, you are over three hundred miles into the trip. Bit late to get cold feet. Turning the volume up you just try to lose yourself in the rest of the trip ahead of you. Crossing state lines hardly registers as the drive rolls on.

Tanking up at the last gas station marked on your directions, you look to the horizon. Scrub, brush, and hills as far as you can see. Few changes over the final two hours except the sun setting behind the hills. Bouncing along the dusty trail leads you to a gate. Buzzing in, you enter the code from the email. The large metal gates slide into the thick, matching fencing and you drive to a small parking structure here in the middle of nowhere. Following the directions soon you're parked, walking to the only other building you can see. You can only describe the building as a mansion. Queer flags of various designs hang over most of the window sills. Dropping your bag onto the mat at the front door, you pull on the door bell. A ringing echo can be heard softly on the other side.

Seconds that feel like eternities pass before the door opens. An attractive woman in a short skirt and revealing blouse opens the door. She looks you up and down “You must be the new girl.” Hoping to break the tension you add “Not many clients look like me? Without a hint of amusement, she replied. “Hardly, our clients show up at the appointed time. Early can be worse than late here.” Your face burns in silent agreement to the woman as you enter the building. “I suppose we can make room for you tonight however, please follow me.” You find the room to be rather over decorated. Plush loveseat, plush recliner, and a four post bed with delicate canopy. Laced and frilled sheets. The bed is however as comfortable as you could have hoped for and hardly have time to toss or turn before falling asleep.

Your alarm goes off just after the sun rises. As you wipe the sleep from your eyes, the same woman as last night walks into the room. Your orientation will be in 45 minutes, here is a map of the facility for you. Make it to breakfast as well, you'll need it. After a surprisingly filling breakfast, you follow the map's directions to the far side of the mansion to what is labeled a 'conference room'. You take a seat in one of the chairs at the table. A tall, thin woman in a striking skin tight dress is already waiting there.

The door opens a couple minutes later and a shorter woman walks in. Her dark makeup, and long flowing clothing makes her look like a B movie event hostess. She pulls out a chair close to the first woman and pulls out a nail file to work on her tips while waiting. Promptly at the top of the hour the same woman enters the room and sits at the head of the table. “My name is Madam Kelly. And to cut to the chase, this is a brothel.” She continues “We however service a very special client base to ensure a safe, queer working environment.”

The prospect who was in the room when you arrived nods. “So we only service...” She trails off. “Yes people like ourselves.” Is the simple answer that Madam Kelly offers her. “It's a lucrative paying brothel, and well all of you knew what kind of work this was from the coy ads.” “And remember, just like the email promised, we do offer simply the best health care that money can buy. That is what drew you here in the first place.” Hearing this you just look down at the table and think about what that means to you. Leaning back, you listen to her continue.

You can see the other women try not to be shocked by the revelation. “We aren't just going to turn you off onto clients without training though.” Madam Kelly walks around the table, and hands each of you a key with a number etched onto it. “Second floor, east wing, your instructors will already be in the room.” As the others leaves the room, Madam Kelly tugs on your shoulder. “I will be your instructor, please proceed to the room, I will be along presently.” Nodding, you obey her instructions and head to the room.

When you open the door, you are surprised. The room looks to be fifteen feet or so to a side, tastefully decorated. A full sized bed, a dresser, and a desk account for the furniture. The bed feels comfortable as you sit on it. After a few moments you lean back into the mattress. You hear the door open after about ten minutes of waiting. Without looking up, you listen to Madam Kelly speak “If we both decide this is a good fit for you, this will be your personal room. This entire wing is the residence for the staff. She brings herself into your view.

“First thing, we will work on your wardrobe.” Opening the closet, she shows off a range of revealing clothes. Short skirts, and sleeveless tops. Bare midriffs. “You can wear whatever you wish on your time off, but most clients will ask for something special when you work.” “Well? Strip, you had better get used to showing off that body.” Blushing slightly, you pull off your jeans and t. She thrusts a bra into your hands and walks behind you. Fitting the cups on, she closes the clasp then reaches around to adjust your breasts.

She then works your panties off, letting your member fall out “Grab a pair from the dresser.” In the top drawer, you find several pairs of thin, lacy panties. Picking a color at random, you slide a green pair on. “Pull everything up front, that is why there is material there.” Blushing harder, you try to hide your bulge, as usual. She places her hand gently on it and adjusts that as well. Turning away from you she pulls a backless one piece from the closet and hands it over. Sliding into the tight dress, you watch her walk to the desk and open it.

“Don't forget your stockings and a pair of shoes.” Turning back into the closet you sift through packages of tights and fishnets and stockings, settling on a pair of dark full length stockings. All the shoes have much more heel than you have tried before though! Stumbling, you exit the closet. Catching yourself on the doorknob you look over to Madam Kelly. She looks up for a moment and waves you over. “Come here, we have work to do.” Balancing yourself, you slowly inch over to the desk before you finally reach the chair.

Sighing with relief you sit at the desk, your feet aching already. “I thought this would be some kind of uh...” She interrupted, not unkindly. “How to fuck lesson? I kind of assume you already know, but I'll see before too long. Before then you have to look the part.” She pulls out a rack of makeup and your eyes gloss over. She goes slowly slowly as she explains each layer “Now, the first rule is never touch your face”. Moments later she swats your hand as it moves to your foundation covered cheek. The Madam continues, hardly missing a beat.

She blocks the mirror, but you see the bright colors on the pallet. Nervously, you swallow, You've never had this much makeup on before. “You'll get the hang of this fast, most clients like the look”. Resting your hands on the desk, your nails dry as she goes back to your face. Half an hour later of work and explanation the Madam turns you to the mirror, and are surprised. The woman looking back never looked like this before. “Now, the next lesson is keeping that look during a session” The woman pulls your shoulder and you almost fall out of the chair.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she pulls her skirt up and takes you by the shoulder “Now, suck me off”. Falling to your knees, you lick and suck on her girlcock. Sliding it deeper into your mouth you let the end bounce on the back of your throat, bobbing faster as you hit pace. “Don't get your makeup on my thighs while you are down there”. You try to mumble from around her dick, but are surprised to feel her hands forcing your face farther down the member. Pushing back you try to keep from rubbing your cheeks on her thighs, while she works against you.

Madam Kelly lets up and you slide up from her member. She looks her thighs over for a moment then smacks your ass “Good job, now get your ass in the air.” Crawling onto the bed awkwardly, you take care not to break a nail getting into position. You can hear Madam Kelly pace. A shiver runs up your spine as a hand traces down your stockings. The dress is flipped up over your rear, and the hand rests softly on your ass. You lean gently into the hand grabbing at your rear, giving Madam Kelly a good handful. You feel her weight get behind you on the bed.

Holding still, you feel your undergarments working their way down your thighs. Moments later a hard cock thumps off of one of your cheeks. Madam Kelly's nails run gently up your freshly released girlcock, before drawing the bead of pre to your ass and fingering it into you. Her large member pushes its way in, causing you to cry out sharply. Madam Kelly laughs and pushes harder. Your eyes cross momentarily as she slams her hips against your ass. Before you can recover, she pulls out and slams in again, waves of pleasure echoing through you.

Biting your lip your head drifts to the pillow. Suddenly your head is yanked back. “Don't let your face touch anything” she admonishes you. Keeping a grip on your hair she continues to drive her girldick in and out with enough force to send your breasts swaying under you. Each thrust, sends another wave of pleasure through your body. Madam Kelly finally lets go of your hair, you fall forward but don't let your head hit the pillow. Her fingers dig into your hips as she pushes in once more and holds your ass in place as she fill it with her seed. She pulls out of you, and walks around the edge of the bed while you struggle to catch your breath from the power fucking. She tips your head up by your chin and looks you over. “I think that is enough for today, relax and compose yourself we start early tomorrow.

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Dronification

Restraint, Dronification, Hypno, Chemicals

@Norintha@beach.city

Shaking my head, I just sigh. “I really didn't want to have to do this. I was hoping that we could reach an understanding with each other.” I click your leash in place, while you look up at me with a mixture of defiance and confusion. You resist even now, as I tug on the leash. You relent as I pull harder. We head, not down the stairs to the basement dungeon, but to the dressing room. “Pick something, it doesn't matter what, you won't need it for long.” Starting to feel like something is amiss, you quickly grab a modest skirt and blouse.

You fall in line behind me without protest, and I lead you into the car. After a short pause- pulling up the directions and sending a couple quick texts – I pull us onto the road and start the drive. You watch as the suburb quickly melts away behind us. The trees grow thick and the road narrows to a poorly maintained two lanes. As far as you can tell the thick pine curtain extends far off into the distance. Turning to look at me you start to ask where we are going. “Just don't. Don't talk. Don't do anything. Just. Don't.”

Shrinking back into the seat of the car you gaze out the window and fight back tears. This is beyond anything you have ever seen before. The GPS beeps about an upcoming turn, and soon enough a narrow unpaved road appears. We turn down it, still curtained by thick trees. The minutes feel like hours but we soon reach the end of the drive. 'Miss Kelly's Finishing School' Says the sign as we pull into the parking lot. For the first time in an hour you can feel your heartbeat run at a normal pace. This won't be as bad as you worried it could be.

Composing yourself as best as you can, you follow me up the steps and into the lobby of the school. The building is quiet, the only sound a pair of heels approaching. A woman opens the door labeled 'Office' “Welcome! We spoke on the phone this morning, is this your trouble maker?” You’re blushing as the woman points at you Wordlessly, I nod. “Well if you both would follow me back into the offices.” The woman points to a row of chairs outside of her door. “You may wait here.” I follow the woman into her office and you can hear our conversation.

“Rampant poor behavior. Not just talking back or performing poorly, or a lack of effort.” Seconds later the woman's response “Mmm, sounds like we need more than simple suggestions. We could start at a week-long battery and see how much more breaking she needs from that.” Sucking air in between my teeth I sit in silence for several seconds. By now you have turned in the chair and are peeking in under the blinds of the office window. “No, I think we should handle this in a more aggressive fashion. I understand you do that?” “Well yes. An intense deep wipe combined with a course of hypnotol. That would leave us with a mostly blank slate. Natural talents and learned skills would be retained of course; what would be the point otherwise.” “Yes, that is what we are doing.” Is my immediate response.

You swallow hard, this doesn't sound very good. Moments later Miss Kelly and I both walk from the office. Bending down I kiss you deeply. “I love you, pet. This training is for the best; both of us will be happier when it's finished.” Hugging you powerfully I finally let go. Waving her crop in front of your face Miss Kelly addresses you “Come now, before we begin you should be in the proper school uniform.” Not wanting to risk making whatever this training is go harder, you follow her out of the offices, and across the lobby to a dressing room.

“Strip” She orders you, holding a leather tipped crop in her hands. Whimpering softly you start to pull off the hastily selected blouse and skirt. The crop traces under your full chest, and down your stomach before lifting your girlcock forward. “You'll make an adorable drone.” Not quite understanding, you mumble out a quiet “Thank you.” Miss Kelly smiles subtly “Not many soon to be drones thank me for the effort.” She passes you red underwear and a matching padded bra, the combination of which show off your curves quite well.

From the rack in the end of the room, she pulls off a hanger with a black and blue latex miniskirt and top. Between the panties pushing your girldick forward and the short miniskirt, it's impossible to hide your bulge. Shifting it back and forth you blush at the realization. Watching you blush, Miss Kelly tips your face up to hers. “You won't have to worry about feeling embarrassed much longer.” She walks towards the door of the dressing room and you follow along asking “What kind of training is happening to me? What do you mean by become a drone?”

“You are going to become the perfect submissive, my dear. Your owner wants that, and I suspect you want that too. You wouldn't be in this kind of relationship, this long, without understanding your place in the world on some level.” She leads you to a room with a strange chair. “I mean I suppose...” you falter on agreeing with her. She waves at the chair “Please front down, legs in the stirrups.” Looking at the odd seat, you carefully work your way onto the contraption. “Face into the headset.” follow the direction, you feel a strap across your head.

Biting your lip you wager internally the risk of asking a question now. Two more straps across your back, and cuffs around your ankles and you are firmly in the chair. “My dear you are about to undergo rather intense mental and emotional reprogramming.” Your heart skips at this. Forgetting the strap holding your face in the headset, you try to turn your head. “It's a little too late to back out now, just relax and hold still. This intense a session requires medicine as well, and you don't want me to hit a muscle instead. You start to struggle.

The crop swats your ass thrice. “You stripped before a stranger, before letting yourself be strapped into that chair young woman. You know you need this even if you are too scared to admit it.” Miss Kelly responds with an icy calm. “Now, hold still” followed by a prick. A warm feeling spreads from your arm, through your body, and then your head. “Now be good and listen to the program” These are the last words you hear Miss Kelly say before earphones are placed over your head. The dark headset flickers on and text speeds by too fast to read.

Sunbursts of blue and red explode onto the headset before devolving into flickering static. A voice starts through the headset “You are no one, nobody, nothing.” It's hard to even think of the idea of struggling again, so much easier to melt into the chair and behave. You feel like you are flying in a cocoon of cotton candy now, the voice in the headset gently echoing “Drink of the River Lethe and forget all that you were.” Everywhere you dart your eyes the grainy static starts to twist and swirl and spin. You wonder where you are at now.

“Forsake your desires, forget your wants, become the drone.” Your mind feels so foggy now. Where your body feels like it's flying, your brain feels wrapped in layers and layers of delicate silks. Thinking is almost painful at this point, like electric shocks every time you try. Words float under the swirling static field. Follow Orders. Obey Commands. You are Drone #92401. Your eyes track the words Orders and Commands as they slowly leave the screen. Those words make you feel warm and safe and good. Is 92401 your name? 92401 is rather a nice name.

Somewhere in the distance you feel another prick, and a chill. “Submit to your Mistress, and crave Her lust at all times.” Your cheeks flush, and whine, me and my cock nowhere near you. “Her pleasure is yours, Your pleasure is nothing.” You breathe harder, your body heating up. The voice gets quieter and distant, while the static swirls fade from the headset. You very much feel like you are laying face forward in a chair now. Your mind isn't even reporting back that it exists, let alone if it's in the same reality as your body now.

The only feeling you have, the only thing you know, is that you exist for the pleasure of your Mistress. Just thinking about me makes your own girlcock twitch and drool. You don't even realize that you are whining out loud now, wondering where I am and when you can suck on me. Laying in agony the gentle heat from before is now a raging torrent of fire. You crave to be used, and filled up. Your girldick presses on the chair as the idea of being pumped full of girlcum day in and day out drifts gently into your head, as you idly lick your lips.

“Stand” You hear me say. Pushing yourself up without a thought, you are standing before me. “She still knows how to do everything she did before the treatment. But you will need to spend some time teaching her to do them again. Sex for example, or other more complex tasks.” You hear the words, and recognize they are talking about you; but that recognition doesn't spark a reaction. Leaning forward I look you in the eyes “What a perfect sub you are now, exactly as I need you to be.” The woman interjects “May I offer you a room to test her out?”

The woman opens the door and leads us both down the hall to another small room, this one with a bed. After showing us in, she closes the door with a click. “Tits on the bed, cheeks spread.” Without so much as a thought in your head you climb onto the bed and open your rear. I climb onto the bed behind you, and my girldick pushes its way inside. I slide it out and slam it back into you several times, then smack your ass with my palm. “Match me, drone.” You’re bucking your hips in time with my thrusts, while I support myself on your shoulders.

Crying out softly, you buck your hips against mine. The burning ache dying back to a dull roar, but still present. Digging your fingers into the mattress you push harder, knowing that only one thing can extinguish the blaze inside of you. Much to my pleasure, whenever I speed up you follow along perfectly. When I reach under you to squeeze a nipple you don't miss a beat. Pushing yourself up on your hands now I can easily cup both of your breasts while slamming my girlcock in and out, faster and faster.

Wrapping my arms under yours, I lift you back and up onto my girldick. Sitting you on my lap, I bounce you up in the air with each deep thrust. The shadow of your breasts bounce on the wall of the small room as you slide up and down on my hard shaft. With a grunt I pull you by the hips firmly onto my girlshaft, which explodes a load inside of you. “Good girl” I say as I lay you on the bed. Curling out next to you I drape an arm across you for several minutes “I think I want breakfast now, 92401”.

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The Ranch 2

BDSM, Drugs, Group Sex

@Norintha@beach.city

I wake you with a kiss. You blink your eyes several times and I kiss you again. Another tablet, you swallow it without protest. I smile and call you a good girl. Hearing that makes your whole body tingle. I sit next to you, letting you rest your head on my shoulder. Gently stroking your hair “We need to get you into the shower, you have a busy day today.” You open your mouth to say something, but after a moment the thought has drifted out of your head. Taking you by the hand I pull you gently up from the bed.

Cupping your breasts in my hands, I squeeze them gently, as I lean in for a kiss. Rubbing your nipples with my thumbs, I pull away from the kiss biting your lower lip. “Such a pretty girl you are. Everyone will be so pleased with you.” You blink several times, confused. I push you forward gently, and soon you find yourself standing in the shower, a jolt of water smacking yourself in the face. Coughing and sputtering you blink your eyes repeatedly as the water begins to flow in undulating waves and splattering into sparks.

The floor of the shower zooms at you suddenly and you throw your arms out to catch yourself. A second later you realize I bent you forward. Feeling the warm water wash down your back, it turns into a warm blanket. My arm wraps around you as your knees start to bend in relaxation. Remembering where you are, you steady yourself while holding the position. The wave of water moves to your ass and hips. Soon it feels like your girlcock is wrapped up in a tiny blanket and your eyes roll into the back of your head. Whimpering softly you start to space out.

A sharp smack later and you return to the shower. “Relax, but stay here dear. This is a lot easier if you can stay standing.” You open your mouth to respond, but find you can't even understand the mumbles coming from your mouth. Spitting out a bit of shower water, you just not. Breathing deeply you try to relax as much as you can without zoning out completely. Suddenly you feel something push into you, like a giant wiggling tentacle spreading you open. The wriggling and warmth feels so good though you can't help but moan again, and bite your lip.

An army of wiggling feelers tickle up your sides and grab your breasts. It isn't until you think to look down that you realize that the fingers of my hands are the feelers and you cry out in ecstasy as you figure out the tentacle in your ass is my tongue. Soon you find yourself wrapped in another blankety warmness, only this is actually solid. I rub the soft towel all over your body, drying you off from the shower. Pulling you by the arm “Come, you need to get something in your stomach before the day begins.” Nodding you follow.

You hardly see what I shove into your face. But your tongue tells you it's chocolaty and coconuty and herbish all rolled into one. “That should fuel you until lunch at least.” I continue to lead you along by the arm, back to the couch in the living room. “Just wait here.” You melt into the soft, full couch. Looking up at the ceiling, you realize the sloped wood has rails running crisscross the whole room. Near the peak, coils of black rope dangle. “Just relax, we will have you suspended up in the air for everyone to see in no time!”

The words muddle around in your head and you are still trying to understand “up” and “air” when I fasten cuffs around your wrists, thighs and calves. Pulling you forward, the soft lined strap that goes around your midsection tightens. “Take a deep breath” I cinch it. “Up we go!” I say as the world is ripped out from under you. You brace yourself, expecting a painful landing on the ground. Opening your eyes a few seconds later you find yourself laying on your back, but in the air. Looking around you realize that you are at waist height.

The straps around your torso support your weight, you feel a slight draft blow around you. Trying to move an arm you find the rigging isn't inclined to move. Without anything to hold on to, you can't meaningfully move you arms or legs. “One last touch” I say with perhaps too much enjoyment in my voice. The world goes black as I place a blindfold over your face. “We are having a party today, and you are my party favor. Be good for everyone and I'll have a reward for you later. You nod, causing a gentle swing.

As far as you can tell it isn't long until guests start to arrive for the party. Several women trickle into the house, mingling and chatting. Most at least admire you in words, while several run a hand down your side, or gently roll a nipple between their fingers. Before long, one rests her dick on your lips. Wanting to behave, like you were ask to do, you open your mouth letting it fall in. The woman gently cups one of your ears as you suck and stroke her girldick with your tongue. The member grows as you work, and she starts to thrust.

On your back in the air, the woman is able to force her cock deep down your throat, in a way you haven't felt before. Unable to breath when she is all the way in, you sneak air as she pulls back for each thrust. The deep throat fucking causes your own member to stir and grow. Another of the women gently strokes at your own girldick as the first woman slams deep into you, forcing her thin seed into your stomach. Slowly pulling her long cock out, you suck at the head, trying to get every drop out of her. The second woman now climbs on top of you.

You swing slightly as the woman centers herself on your hips, before she leans forward and takes hold of your breasts. Her warm mound against you stirs your semi hard girldick, while her fingers knead your breasts. Her thumbs gently rub your nipples, coaxing you to a moan. Balancing herself carefully, she sucks on one of your nipples. While she teases your breast with her mouth, she slides your girlcock into her pussy; warm and inviting. Using you as a living sex swing she uses the momentum of the rigging to slide you in and out of her.

You feel her hands on your stomach, her nails softly digging into you as she steadies herself. The swinging back and forth increases in intensity, and it feels like a gale storm is whipping past you. She cries out and the swinging slows as a moist warmth flows onto you. A moment later the woman pulls herself off of you with a wet plop, and then she spreads her squirt gently across your hips with her hand. You can feel her hot breath on your neck before she whispers “Thanks for the ride” and bites your earlobe softly.

You gulp down air, your head drifting freely. In the distance you hear yet another voice “Sit in front of her Ashley, both of you are going to please me at the same time.” The shuffling of people near your head, and then your face is buried in a soft ass. Warmth radiates from her parts and you can feel that near your forehead. Poking your tongue out, you lick at her soft opening. The woman stumbles for a moment before steadying herself. You can just hear her sub crawl into place and suck on the end of the woman's cock.

Licking and poking and prodding at the woman's entrance, you feel her thighs gradually tighten around your head. Then trembling, more stumbling, and mumbles from the submissive a few inches from you. The woman pulls away from your face, satisfied. Her submissive leans in, and kisses you softly. Her tongue tickles yours and she passes some of the woman's cum to you during the kiss. Resting her forehead on yours, you can hear her giggle softly and brush your cheek with her hand. “Maybe Miss will allow me a turn later.”

“What a good girl you’re being!” You hear me as I drag my nails down your side and across your hips. “I think you have earned a reward.” You can hear the motor of the vibrator before I tease your opening with it. My hand softly strokes your sticky girlcock. Pushing the vibe into you, I nudge it around inside. The twin stimulations feel amazing, waves of pleasure growing from your core and lapping out your limbs to your fingers and toes. Biting your lip to keep from crying out, your whole body shakes in the suspension. Turning the vibrator up as I work it in, you give in and moan loudly. I milk your girlprick in long full strokes, until you exhale and go limp, a spurt of your girlseed mixing with the cum drying on you from before. Seconds later, I kiss your forehead. “Such a good girl.”

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Locked Up

Chastity, Exhibition

@Norintha@beach.city

“This should help keep you focused.” As I speak, I pull your balls through the ring. “Comfortable? Good, it's gonna be on for a while.” Your girlcock grows as I try to slide on the cage. “I think you are enjoying this too much! Follow me.” Wordlessly you follow me upstairs. Down the hallway, past the foyer and dressing room, we end up in the bathroom where I point to the shower. You step in, waiting for me to join you. Instead I turn the knob on full blast. The freezing cold water hits you in the chest, and sucks the wind out of you. Moving the nozzle I wilt your disobedient girlcock with the icy jet, bringing it under control. “Ffffffuck, is that cold!” Moments later my crop meets your ass hard enough to leave an imprint of the end. “Yes Mistress, Sorry Mistress” In silence I return the crop to the counter.

With your girlcock is much easier to control, I turn off the water.. Grabbing the cage from the counter, I slide it over your girldick and through the ring. “Hold that in place, pet.” While you hold the cage in place, I slip the shackle of a small lock in place with a click. b”This should keep you in your place, though I would like a little test.” Tossing a rough terry towel to you “Meet me back in the bedroom when you dry off.” Toweling yourself off, and rubbing the wet footprints off the ground, you stretch and return the towel to the rack. The weight of the cage bouncing between your legs feels alien. It pulls slightly downward when you try a slight jump. Noticeable but not painful. When you enter the bedroom you see me lying naked on the bed. I spread out my legs invitingly, and you dive in without a word.

Sucking the head of my girlcock, your feel your own start to stir for the first time after that blastedly cold shower. Ours grow almost in tandem, until you hit the end of the shallow cage. Wiggling your hips as if that would help find more room only distracts you from your job. Snap! The bite of my riding crop on your shoulder draws your attention back to me. Laying the crop down on the bed, my hand gently runs through your hair as you suck and lick at me. Your struggling erection pressing harder and harder into the cage, you whine softly.

Ignoring the strain and pressure you bob your head farther and farther down my shaft. Placing my other hand on your head as well, I gently hold you in place as I blast a load of my girlcum off the roof of your mouth, and down the back of your throat. Gently, you clean every drop. “That's a good girl.” My head pets reward you. “Now, on your back.” Quickly rolling into your back, you watch as I push your legs apart and look at your cock straining in the cage. You feel several gentle tugs at the cage and bite your lip as I cup your balls in my hand. A finger poking through the bars probes under the head of your girlcock. Instinctively trying to hump the air drags the cage away. “Ah, it's got you sensitive already, doesn't it? Nodding your head you respond “Yes Mistress, it really does.” You watch me grin upon hearing this.

“Now, go get dressed. Something revealing.” You exhale hard at hearing this. “Where are we going?” I pause for a second. “I haven't thought of that, somewhere that you can be seen I suppose.” Nodding silently you walk out to the dressing room and dig through the skirts. You have a good idea of what I expect you to put on. There isn't much you can do to hide the bulge of the cage. The clacking noise also seems to have been a feature that I looked for, as far as you can tell. One skirt and tight top later you walk back out to my approval.

Grabbing you by the hand I pull you out to the bus stop. A quick, and thankfully empty, ride later and we are near the club. The night isn't as busy as some and within half an hour the both of us are inside at the bar. While you try to hunch over and hide, I turn you to face me. “Turn and face the crowd, pet.” Reluctantly you obey, then feel me gently take your wrist and put something on it. Turning to look, you see the bright green bracelet fluoresce in the club's lights. You swallow hard, realizing that I am volunteering you for physical attention.

As the night goes on more than one regular of the club passes by. Tall and muscular, Madam Kelly straddles your lap while she squeezes your breasts. Her thumbs gently press your nipples in, while her hips grind on you. Leaning forward to whisper to you, you scent her musk. Biting your lip as your member strains at the end of the cage you hear her say, “Aww poor baby, out to play and can't enjoy herself.” She drags her fingernails softly down your stomach before reaching under your skirt and thumping the cage on the barstool. Grinning, she stands.

You watch Kelly talk with another woman before pointing at you. Blushing, you watch as the other woman finishes her drink, before walking over to you. Recognizing her as Emily, and remembering her reputation as a sadist, you brace yourself. “Aww darling, you should relax more.” The woman giggles as she rests with one hand on the stool next to you. You watch her other hand wander under your skirt, much like Kelly's had. Unlike last time though, you feel Emily's nails through the bars of the cage, tracing along your member and causing your leg to twitch. She leaves you with the softest of tickles under the head of your girlcock. Whining softly as she walks away you turn back to look at me. “Mmm well I suppose that is enough stress testing. We had to make sure it worked. It's no good as a training tool if it's fun for you.”

Emily whispers something to me before walking back into the thin crowd at the club tonight. “Follow” is the only word I say as I get up. You trail along obediently, and we both get onto the stage. I walk to the bondage wheel, and wait for you expectantly. Leading you to the backside of the wheel, I carefully strap you in. Ankle and wrist cuffs, straps across your thighs and arms, and then several over your torso. Slowly I wheel you up and over, the stage lights becoming your floor. Your tight skirt falls, showing off your cage. You blush until your face glows almost as brightly as the wrist band does. You watch a pair of legs go from the stairs and walk to the wheel. Craning your neck you can just make out the figure as belonging to Ashley, Madam Kelly's pet, and a switch to boot.

Suddenly the shock of something cold on the back of your knee grabs your attention. Ashley is reaching up but you can't see the ice cube you can feel. Slowly she traces it down your inner thigh, rivulets of cold water running down your leg. The cube inches its way down. As the cube nears your caged girldick she removes it from your leg. Catching your breath, you lose it again as you feel drop after icy drop of water land on your girlballs. You bite your lip as the ice cube is run all over, and finally Ashley slides the cube into your tight cage.

Slowly, the room starts to turn again, first the stage approaches, then it dominates your view as you pass under the wheel. Still shuddering from the ice in the cage, you end right side up. Finally, I let you out of the restraints as the cube finishes melting next to your flesh. Taking you by the arm, we walk off the stage and to the row of private rooms. Finding one open, I lead you into it before shutting the door and sliding the window closed. “It's ok dear, we can let loose without anyone else watching.” I push you backwards onto the padding.

Holding your legs up I carefully push into you, and leaning forward as our pelvis and hips make contact I kiss you deeply. Slowly, deliberately, I buck my hips, pushing deeper into you with each thrust. The lock clanks on the cage, keeping beat with our hips. Your member once more strains against the cage as you wrap your legs around my back, pulling me even deeper yet into you. Taking hold of your shoulders, I meet your effort, dragging your body toward me as I drive into you, faster now. I lean forward again and our lips meet in a kiss before I pull away and you feel my hot breath on your neck. Squeezing your shoulders, I bite your neck as my girlcock rattles a load off deep inside of you. Whining softly you shake the cage as I fill you up with my girlseed. Pulling you onto your side, I hold you as we both drift off into a nap. As sleep overtakes you, you hear me mumble “My well behaved girl.”

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The Morning After

Goosex, TF

@Norintha@beach.city

Rolling over to keep the encroaching sunlight from your eyes, you awaken with a startle. Running through the woods and the rain. Getting so deep into the forest that the moonlight was totally gone. Feeling scared and running back to the small cave for sanctuary. Suddenly, you check yourself all over. The other occupant of the cave. You don't see or feel anything. Looking as far as the light stretches back in the cave, you fail to see whatever it was. Finding your clothes dry from laying out overnight, you quickly dress yourself.

The sunlight is so much brighter outside, and even squinting, your eyes hurt. Blinking and exhaling deeply you start walking through the woods again. Several minutes into the walk you realize you are heading back into the deepest part of the forest. Quickly turning right ninety degrees, you find the woods thinning again. Unlike last night, there isn't a cloud in the sky. Taking a branch and using it to push aside bramble and brush you make what you feel is a good pace through the unfamiliar setting.

Wiping the sweat from your brow, you wonder how large these woods could be. Taking a few minutes to poke around and look for some berries or shoots, you see that the forest continues to thin in the direction you are heading. Sighing, you sit and catch your breath. Standing back up and preparing to head back in the direction you came from, you catch sight of a handful of berries just a few steps deeper into the forest. Quickly you snap them up and toss them into your mouth. Tart yet sweet, your eyes water slightly as you swallow your meal.

Sighing in resignation, you head deeper into the forest hoping to encounter more berries. Just as they did last night, the trees grow larger, the forest denser. The sun's light breaks through fewer and fewer of the boughs, and a chill hits your arms even though it's midday. Your pace slows back to little more than a crawl. Wispy branches scratch and claw at your clothes as you wind through trees too big to reach around. You shiver slightly as the rips let a cool breeze in. Pushing past more brush you enter into a clearing. As your eyes adjust to the light, you see a lake filling most of the space. As you approach the lake, the lake reaches up to meet you! Stumbling and falling backwards in shock, you realize the lake must be a giant goo! Your heart pounds in your chest, and you struggle to breath.

Turning on your knees and pulling yourself up, you almost launch yourself back into the woods. Swiping blindly in front of yourself, knocking away branches and guiding away from the trees. You get a good two minutes into your run before you trip over a root and land in a bush. Thanking your stars the bush wasn't full of thorns, you pull yourself out and start running again. Pushing your body as hard as you can, you get far enough to see the sun cracking through the branches again before you let yourself come to a stop and get your breath and bearings.

Cleaning the dirt off of yourself and drying the sweat as best as you can, you feel far hungrier now than you did before you went exploring for more of those blasted berries. In fact that doesn't even feel like hunger. Your stomach is gurgling and your muscles feel rubbery. The thought of being sick out here in these woods alone- no, not alone, for somewhere there is a lake full of living goo and it knows you are here. You shudder involuntarily and try to get back up. After a couple steps you clutch your knees and sit back down.

In a nervous sweat now, you bury your head between your knees. Your stomach gradually calms and when no giant goo floods over you, leaving you naught but bones, your nerves do too. Standing slowly, you find you can keep a casual pace. The woods remain silent throughout. Watching the sun break through the branches lightens your mood. Without fear guiding you, it's easy to keep heading away from the middle of these cursed woods. As long as you haven't gone back the way you came you figure leaving the woods is your best bet.

Pausing in the late day sun and thin trees, you finally hear a noise break the silence. Something trailing through the woods making a lot of noise. No, someone moving through the woods, you can hear the distinctive clinking of metal. Biting your lips you stifle a tear. Finding a tree thick enough to hide behind you peek around. Much to your dismay and shock, you see one of the town's guards, Jedd, if you remember his name! Not the nicest person in town by a margin. You guess things must be bad if the elders send people into the woods now.

Pulling back as he turns your way, you hold your breath hoping to hear him wander away. The sounds get softer and softer, and you risk peeking again. You can't see him anywhere, he must have continued on his way. Turning back you jump to see Jedd facing you! “Shh shh, now don't make a noise who knows what awful beasts are here in this blasted wood.” He pulls you roughly towards what you assume is town. “We can't afford to lose anyone right now, so just make this easy on me; or I'll make things hard on you.” He leans into you.

You can feel his hips press into yours, and smell his warm, sticky, sour breath. Trying to pull away from him “Please, just let me go.” He scowls. “Now why would I do that? The town has need of you for the next lottery.” Jedd grabs your forearm and twists it roughly. To shock and horror for both of you, his hand drifts through your arm, as though your arm was made of jelly! He screams “This cursed place, it has already consumed you!” He fumbles for his weapon but you knock him down and break into a run, back into the deep woods.

This time you purposely head towards the thick heart of the forest. As you hit your stride, you realize how hungry you are and seconds later you come to a rough stop. Gulping air down like water you hear the guard behind you, loud and close. Exhausted, you turn to face him. He looks like he has seen a ghost, and is gripping his short blade in both hands so tightly his knuckles have turned white. “Foul witch!” He screams and stumbles towards you with the weapon raised. You turn away and raise your arm to protect yourself from the strike.

The blow never comes though, instead the man's piercing scream breaks the air again. Opening your eyes you turn and see that a goo has come from the woods, and wrapped itself around the guard's arms. You watch him struggle for several moments, before fleeing without his weapon. The goo turns to look at you, a featureless face forming once again. Now you realize it's the same goo from last night, and she came to protect you. You lean forward, and meet her in an embrace. Your tongue meets several tendrils from her in your mouth. She pushes you backwards.

Too exhausted to resist, nor even wanting to, you let her wash over your beaten and scratched body again. Her soft warmth feels revitalizing to you. Trembling you wrap your arms around her as she covers you. A warm tentacle reciprocates, cradling your head gently. Tentacles form around your girlcock, coaxing it to life, before one drifts farther down and pushes up inside of you. You cry out softly as you feel yourself being penetrated. The tentacle in you slowly swells, far larger than she could have gotten into you otherwise.

The goo girl swells around your breasts, sucking on both nipples at the same time. Touching the ground with one hand to steady yourself, you start to thrust into the goo, your girldick throbbing. As you push and grind, the tentacle inside of you matches, pressing and sliding. The tentacle playing with your tongue coils around it and flexes repeatedly before launching to the back of your mouth. Coughing you swallow something, while the tentacle in your ass expands and twitches. Your deep insides feel coated in a newfound warmth.

The flexing and twitching is far too much for your own member, and you can see your girlyseed spread into the goo before fading into her completely. Unlike the other night when she was content to wrap around you, the goo withdraws and forms back into roughly human form. Smooth and round and well endowed, she rises and pulls you back up. Standing, you feel dizzy and your stomach has changed from gurgling to twisting itself into knots. You try to sit back down, but she tugs at you wanting to lead you deeper into the woods. You relent and follow.

By the time she leads you back to the clearing, you can barely stand,feeling hot and clammy. Collapsing into a heap you look at the goo girl again, holding her tentacle in your hand. She leans in her forehead on yours, as you watch her tentacle melt into your hand. Watching, fascinated, your hand melts into a tentacle. Looking at her again, what was once a featureless face ripples with detail, beautiful plays of light and rainbow. Understanding now, you lean on her, trusting her to see you through the change that is happening to you.

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No Such Thing as a Free Show

Rough Stuff, Watersports, Humiliation

@Norintha@beach.city

Walking out of the club you decide to pace a bit while waiting for your friend. The bouncer pays little heed to you as you walk past her and slowly amble down the long side of the warehouse. You decide that you will turn around at the alley at the end of the building. You stop at the opening of the alley. You can’t see past the nearby dumpster, but you can hear noises from farther down. You listen for several moments, until you convince yourself you hear a woman cry out. Slowly you walk down the alley, avoiding the puddles and detritus.

In the flashing city lights, you can see nothing beyond the dumpster. The sounds are coming from just the other side. “Oh fuck, that hurts” You hear the woman breathlessly say. Balling your fists, your heart races as you prepare for a confrontation. Peering around the corner of the dumpster shocks you. Dropping your fists, you stay glued to your piece of cover. There is a woman alright; Leather jacket, mesh top,short skirt. Then another woman in denim, on her knees with her head under the first woman's skirt, eating her.

Biting your lip you stay and watch. “Fuck I could come in you right now” The standing woman says louder than she intended to, then continues. “Slow down, lemme enjoy this some more.” The one on her knees mumbles something as she continues to work between the other's legs. The standing woman pushes the kneeling woman back “Let's finish somewhere more comfortable, babe.” Denim Woman stands up, letting Leather Woman's cock swing low under the hemline of the short skirt. You snort in surprise at how large her cock is, alerting both of them. Leather Woman reaches down and quickly pulls her panties up, stuffing her cock into them awkwardly. Denim Woman faces the dumpster “Don't you fuckin' move you creep.”

Pushing yourself back from the corner you take a couple slow steps back toward the dimly lit street. You could turn to get away, and maybe outrun them to the street. However, something inside you tells you to stay where you are. Seconds later Denim rounds the dumpster corner and slams all five foot four of herself against you, pinning you to the cool metal. “You like watching girls having some personal fun? Well I think you can make it up to us.” Leathers casually walks into your sight. You see she is easily past six inches. Leathers runs her fingers through your hair “Mmm who do we have here? A little fan are you?”

She grabs your arm from Denim and yanks you roughly around the corner, completely hidden from the street. Throwing you chest first against the end of the dumpster, Leathers places an arm across the nape of your neck and pulls the arm in her grasp across your back, choking you. “What should we do with a dirty pig like this, love?” Leathers presses on the back of your neck as she speaks. Denim grins and looks you up and down “Maybe she should give her a chance to explain herself, maybe she has a good reason to be watching us in our tender moment?” Leathers leans off your neck enough for you to gulp down some air and gag at the dumpster smell. She twists your arm when you don't answer immediately. “Well? Anything to say?” Coughing and sputtering you manage a simple answer “Sorry, I heard the noises and I thought”

“Thought what?” Leathers cranks your arm farther behind your back. Denim interjects “Bet she thought she was going to get a free show alright.” Leathers throws you to the ground. You land with a rough thud, just barely keeping your face from landing in a foul smelling puddle. You try to get up, but a foot on your rear presses you back to the filth. “We haven't even started and you want to leave? You should have done that when you had the chance babe.” Turning your head to the street entrance, you watch Denim work her panties down, and then off. Twirling them on her finger, she slowly approaches you. “Everybody should know what a filthy pig you are.” Denim crawls on top of your back, her knees digging into your shoulders painfully, causing you to grunt. Her hand runs through your hair “Glad you are comfortable.”

“Unf.” Denim sighs softly, and a few second later you feel a wet warmth spread across your back. Droplets of warm urine land on your spine as the warm wetness spreads to your ribs and down your sides. The twin smells of piss and sex drift into your nose, exciting you. Twisting over you Denim wipes her pussy with your sleeve. Leathers' weight leaves your rear. Waiting several moments you push yourself up off the dirty alleyway. A sharp kick to your stomach and you find yourself on your side clutching your abdomen, Leathers' boots in view.

Leathers tips you onto your back with the toe of her boot, and you roll into a cooling puddle of urine. Spreading her legs open, she stands over you, her girlcock pendulous. Denim walks around to knock your skirt up. She giggles and presses her foot on your growing girlcock. Forcing your muscles to relax at this new threat, you rest your head on the asphalt alley and watch as a thick stream of urine sprays out from Leathers' cock and splashing onto your tits and face. The same soft warmth spreads across your chest, sticking your shirt to your skin.

The warmth outlines your tits before wrapping around and meeting the cooling urine streaks on your sides, warming them again. Bending down Leathers shakes her dick several times before wiping it dry in your hair. Denim smiles wickedly, feeling your erection hard under her foot. “Oh an even dirtier girl than we thought! All that abuse and you LIKED it? Well I think we both know what we are going to have to do with you.” Leathers laughs at this as the two women look at you, before dragging you farther back into the alley, the street lights disappearing.

Letting you fall back to the asphalt again, Denim straddles your chest. Her knees fall next to your ears and you can smell her pussy. “Oh her tits are soft, you have to try this.” She grabs a handful of your hair and pulls your face towards her slit, and leans in to whisper. “Be a good girl, and make me cum” She buries her crotch deep into your face, the smell of sex and piss fills your nose and causes you to cough. Denim twists your head to the side and continues “If you don't lick me clean, my girl will rip it clean off ya with her hands.”

Thinking she might just mean it, you open your mouth and start to probe Denim's labia. The sweet creamy flavors of sex mixing not unpleasantly with the other smokier hints. Your tongue drifts from stroking her vulva, to dancing across her clitoris and back again. Denim's legs squeeze your head tighter and tighter as you delicately work back and forth, her moans filling the alley. Her weight shifts forward onto your throat as you coax her closer and closer. Your ears ring as her world shakes and she squirts all over your face. Warm, and-

Remembering her threat, you carefully clean every last drop off of her. Gulping in air when she finally pulls herself off of you, you hardly notice how much girlcum is on your face. Leathers, grins and wipes your face up with her panties “There, all clean. Now open up.” She guides your mouth open with her thumb on your chin, then shoves the panties into your mouth. Denim hands her a strip of ripped fishnets “Knew these would be handy” she muses idly. Leathers ties the gag in place with the ripped tights before smacking your face.

“That's a good look for ya, now tits down ass up if you know what's best for you.” Leathers takes on a serious tone as she towers over you. With a muffled groan you push yourself over onto your chest. Trying to find purchase with your knees, you finally get into position. Leathers wastes no time ripping open your panties with her hands. You can feel the heat from her cock pulsating as she holds it over the hole she made. A bead of her precum drips down and lands between your cheeks. The head of her massive girlcock soon follows.

Leaning forward, she rests a hand on your head, pushing it onto the dirty ground. Her cock slowly pushes its way into you. Your cries are muffled by the salty, smoky panties wadded in your mouth. She slowly thrusts forward until her balls rest heavily atop your own. Just as slowly you feel her rock hard shaft slide most of the way back out. Her legs pin yours down, as she thrusts into you repeatedly. Her other hand reaches around and grabs your chest while she continues to slowly fuck you. “Hah you are right, her tits are soft!”

Faster and faster, her weight on your head causing your face to rub roughly on the asphalt. Squeezing your breast hard, she digs her nails in as she closes her fist before letting your head go. A sharp smack on your ass and she thrusts so hard your head hits a wall as she moans. You feel her warm seed dribble into you as she pulls her cock out. She squeezes the rest of her cum out of her girlcock on the roundness of your ass before pushing you onto your side with her foot. You watch as the two of them walk out of the alley. “Who knows what we would do to you if we caught you here again next week at the same time, babe!” Shouts Leathers as she and Denim turn the corner. You shiver in the slowly cooling puddle, your stomach aching. You slowly stand, rubbing the asphalt marks on your legs and arms.

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The Dragon's Price

Restraint, Dragons

@Norintha@beach.city

Sitting on the ground in the small makeshift cell you look out the window. Off in the distance you can see it flying. One of the other girls is crying uncontrollably while a third tries vainly to console her. You thought you were safe. The dragon had been gone for so long. Well this isn't the same dragon, when you finally saw the amethyst colored form flying through the sky you knew why the sacrifice had been months late. By war or by politics your town had only changed owners. The dreams that maybe everyone was free were dashed.

You are still gazing out the window when the squeaky door creaks open. Three men with swords slowly walk through the building, bypassing the hysterical girl and the woman consoling her. Past the woman fervently praying. They grab you by the arms and drag you out. Your heart stops as you realize that you have been selected. The wave of relief that washes over the other women is almost palpable. Struggle as you may, the guards have a firm grip on your arms and drag you along to the center of the small town.

The town elders won't even look you in the eyes as they bind your wrists behind your back and push you up onto the cart. Grabbing your bound arms through a slat in the cart one of the men ties the bindings to the cart forcing you to painfully slump backwards. One guard driving the cart, one back with you. And two elders to observe the ceremony and tell the village how good it is that the dragon won't destroy them all for another year. One leans over to you “You should be honored, you give life to the whole town!”

You can't even muster enough acrimony to spit in his face for his words. The sun is low in the sky by the time you reach the sacrificial altar. More of a clearing on a hill than anything that is supposed to have meaning. Leaving you tied in the cart the party gets out. Hauling out a long trunk, the guards haul it to the top of the hill and set it into the ground sticking up. “Bring her! Let's be done with the foul business.” Cutting the rope tying you to the cart, you stand and look to run. A swift fist to the gut sends you reeling though.

Coughing and sputtering, you gasp for air. One of the men grabs you roughly by the arm and pulls you off the cart. Ripping your dress at the knee as you land, you curse the man. He silently pulls you as you tug and yank to the stake in the ground where the others are. The two guards pull your arms back and around the stake and one of the elders binds them again, while the other wraps your shins to the wood. The guard that yanked you down looks at you, and pulls a dagger. Slashing up your dress, your ample tits sag out now. “Leave her be!”

The guard turns back to the elders and shouts “What's the point, dragon's gonna wolf her down anyway.” The guard rips off most of the fabric below your waist, leaving just rags hiding your parts. Blushing you hope the dragon shows up now and eats them all before he goes farther. “I said leave now! Unless you want to actually stay and watch this awful thing happen.” Spitting on the ground the man turns “True, we tell them same as always yes? Dragon showed up, we begged and then watched the bugger feast?” You can just see the scowl in the distance. “Now!”

The wagon rattles off and leaves you to your fate. The sun sinks under the horizon, and the full moon rises. The wind blows, chill against your almost naked form. Slumping on the ropes you start to nod off. Startling yourself awake you see the moon completely blocked. The Dragon lands in front of you, wings arching. Craning its neck down it looks at your face. Closing your eyes and expecting it to snap in to you, you brace yourself for the strike. Shaking as much out of fear as the cold, you open an eye after several seconds.

The dragon is gone! A human is standing where the dragon was. At least six feet tall, they raise a hand to the rips in your dress. Tracing the hand back to the owner, you realize they are naked. And well endowed. The person in front of you smiles slyly as they look you over. It's now you realize that at some point in the last minute your girlcock has pressed out from what remains of your dress. “This is a good offering.” You hear them mumble. Your blood runs cold again, realizing who is standing in front of you. They turn to look you in the eyes.

“Yes, I am the owner of all that I fly over. Including your town and everything in it.” The voice is quiet, but powerful. And it reverberates through you, filling your head. The dragon holds your head by your chin, not letting you turn away. “You, however are lucky.” Shaking in the bindings you think back to how the elders described this. 'Lucky' 'An Honor' Nothing seems very lucky about this. Voice breaking, you ask “Do you eat me up in one bite as a lizard? Or will you dine on me like that so that I may fill you several times?”

Laughter meets your question. “A brave one you are, most would be lost in prayer. Or begging. But no, I have different tastes than most of my kin. Than the previous holder of my property at least.” A soft hand traces down your side, and tugs the remains of your dress off. Their cock rubs on yours, tingles traveling back up your body. A hand joins and slowly strokes both of you. The dragon leans in and kisses you firmly. A pointed tongue snakes its way into your mouth. tickling your own tongue before coiling around it, and finally pulling out.

“Now, close your eyes and be still.” Doing as you were told, you feel your body being held in a scaled fist. Opening your eyes you see the ground starting to pull away from you as the dragon takes flight. The night air dips bitterly cold as you are spirited away from the hill. The trip is terrifying, much more so than the dragon has been so far. But finally the hellish flight ends, on the side of some mountain far from anything you have known. Upon landing, the dragon enters a large cave entrance. What moonlight there still was fades from site.

The night chill fades as you descend deeper into the mountainside. Eventually the dragon stops and you feel the rocky cave ground under you. Moments later you see a spark of fire and a beautiful human face spitting it, to light a lamp. The dragon walks lighting several more. “Let it never be said we dragons are not conscientious hosts.” Blinking as your eyes adjust to the light, you look around the cave. Coins and gems. Furs. Fine clothes and art. Some of what you have heard of dragons is certainly true. Taking your hand the dragon leads you.

Sitting you on a warm bear pelt they return momentarily carrying a loop of gold in their hands. “And I even have a gift for you.” Waving the hoop, you watch as it splits and opens on a hinge. Before you can protest the dragon closes it around your neck and a brief warmness flows. Tugging at it you find the metal to be cool and harder than anything you have ever handled. “Oh, you won't get it off. I trust it's comfortable yes?” You nod silently at the question. “Good, I like to see my property properly adorned.” The dragon pushes you onto your back.

Straddling you now the dragon leans forward, their breasts resting on yours. “I can feel how much this excites you. Your heart rushes and your muscles tense.” You turn your head away, embarrassed by the statement and its implications. The dragon's nails run down your sides. Thin red marks trail after them. “I have claimed my tribute, I rather feel it's time I sate my hunger and slake my thirst.” With one hand the dragon effortlessly rolls you onto your stomach. “This will probably hurt at first.”

It's now you realize that the last time you were afraid was when you were flying. Burying your face into fur, you take a deep breath and try to relax. The dragon's hands rest on top of your shoulders, and you can feel it's legs holding yours open. You try and fail to stifle a cry as the dragon enters you. The creature's member feels like it extends forever, though eventually you feel their hips pressing on your ass. The heat radiating from their cock feels unlike anything you have experienced before in your life.

Running their hands down your arms, weaving their fingers between yours. The serpentine tongue flicks at your ear as the hips slowly pull away from you. Toes scratching at your legs as the rhythm is set. As the pain clears, you find the gentle warmth to be pleasant. Twisting your hips in time with the dragon, you hear a groan of pleasure and smell a hint of smoke. Speeding up now and arching your back as best as you can, changing the angle and causing your own moans of ecstasy. The dragon nips at your shoulder, tongue tickling your neck.

Pounding harder and faster, your breathing speeds up. The ring of metal around your neck jostles on your chin. Your body wracks as the dragon launches their hot seed deep in you, and expels a gout of flame over your head. Your own orgasm, while less dramatic is no less powerful. Holding you in place for several minutes after, the dragon eventually allows you up from under them. “You may pick from the furs and pelts as you wish, but I desire your warmth next to me tonight.” Returning to the Dragon, the two of you fall asleep.

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Pony Triathlon

Pony Play, Long

@Norintha@beach.city

Walking downstairs, you see a note attached to the calendar. A flier more specifically. Advertising a pony triathlon, at the club. It says the pre games show will happen at one pm, and contestants should be there no later than noon. Eying the clock, it's already just after ten. You spend the next hour walking around the house poking at little bits of chores at a time. Wash a dish and some flatware, then go and put half a basket of laundry up. Vacuum half the living room, then anxiously look at the clock. Almost half past. Sighing, you shoulders slump.

Deciding to spend the rest of your time freshening up, you walk back to the bedroom. By the time you finish it is almost time to go. On your way out the door, you check in the dressing room. Seeing the bag of pony gear already gone, you lock up and head to the bus stop. Another slow uneventful ride. A stop every few blocks, and it eats up most of an hour to arrive at the stop. Thankful for the temperate spring day, you briskly walk from the stop, through the streets of warehouses, to where the club is set up at.

As you walk you see club staff already blocking off streets for today's event. One of the benefits of renting out in unused warehouse territory is it's easy to get approval to block off the streets for an afternoon. A busy night's worth of people is forming a crowd outside. Swallowing firmly, you tamp back the anxiety and look through the crowd for me. Finding me near the entrance, you trot up to me and grab hold of my arm tightly. Turning my body, I wrap my other arm around you and squeeze. “There you are!” I break the hug and pick up a large bag. Thrusting the dark green duffel bag in to your arms “You need to get dressed, and registered.” Stumbling back a step, you nod and the bouncer opens the door for us.

Inside many other competitors are already dressed and stretching for this afternoon's games. I find us an empty playroom for us to prepare in. Quickly stripping, you dig out the harness and tight leather shorts. Draping the harness over your shoulders, I do the clasps while you squeeze in to the shorts. Smack! My hand swats your ass. “Sorry, it just looked so tempting.” Bending forward over the room's bondage bench, I spread open the rear seam in your shorts and pop in the horsehair tail plug. You whine as the plug plops in to place, knowing you have all day to get used to it being in. You stay in position while I place the bridle on your head. “Hooves, pet.” Holding your hands up, I place the hoof cups over your hands. They close with a satisfying click around your wrists. Sliding your feet in to the thin leather soled shoes completes the ensemble for now. I pull you by the collar as you get up to leave though. “Not yet.” I kick the inside of your leg, and you stand spread apart. A cold sensation along your thighs and legs. You look down and see me rubbing a layer of sunblock in to your thighs and legs. Handing the tube to you, I tell you to do your arms and chest.

You pay extra attention to your breasts, they rarely spend time out in the sun. Your face flushes bright red. You are going to be outside, and running. None of this clicked in your head until just now. “Pet!” You snap back and finish your arms as I rub the cream in to your back. Again, you start to walk away and I stop you with your collar. “Pet, we go when I say we do. Now, close your eyes, and breath.” You do as I command. Deep, slow breaths. In, and out. Finding a calm place, I spread your legs out again. Another cool sensation on your legs.

Not as cold as the sun screen though. Your legs glisten as you look down. “My beautiful pony girl is going to gleam in the sun for the show at the start.” You bite your lip anxiously as you start to think about that, in addition to the competition. Rubbing the oil on your shoulders and back, while whispering to you. “All you have to to is look striking and hold a pose or two.” My voice gently fills your ears, as my lavender perfume fills your nostrils. Feeling your muscles relax, I finish with your back and arms. You sigh gently as the oil is applied to your breasts too. A soft pinch and tug at your nipples. “You know, if I made a habit of taking you out topless, these should get pierced.” You whine softly again, and I kiss you forcefully as you do. “Now, we are ready pet.”

Everyone else is being herded out of the club, and in to the noon day sun as we leave the the playroom we were preparing in. You blink a few times, the bright light a change from the perpetually dimly lit warehouse turned club. There must be twenty other ponies milling about. Club staff directs you to the throng of other ponies, behind velvet rope. The crowd slowly mills past looking over all the competitors. Some of the ponies are at least as shy as you are and are attempting to still be modest, but lines of spectators on both sides prevent that.

The oohs and ahs of the crowd overcomes your shyness and you stand up straight, showing off for everyone. A loud whistle breaks through the noise. The crowd quiets and a voice booms through the loudspeaker. “We will begin presently, If the contestants would order themselves.” Several staff members come along checking names off lists, and placing the numbered cloth squares on the backs of the assembled ponies. You find you are contestant nine, from the contestant behind you. Standing in line you watch the one at a time procession across the stage. Some of the ponies flex, or twirl as they cross, showing off muscles or finely made tails and gear. You strike a pose, leaning forward towards the crowd a bit to show off your oiled breasts in the midday sun. Smiling as you walk off stage, you join the rest on the far side.

Owners and trainers congregate behind where the contestants have exited the stage. Once everyone has crossed, The master of ceremonies announces today's triathlon events: A sprint time trial, a marathon race, and an obstacle course. You follow the other ponies being led away. A large tent makes up the outdoor stables for ponies to rest between events, out of the sun but also away from the screens the crowd will use to watch. Staff assemble the carts for the events. “The time trial will be a test of the pony's skill. Sandbags will replace riders.”

Feeling the bravado from being on stage drain away, You shift your weight back and forth. Sitting next to you, you feel my hand stroke down your back repeatedly. “Don't worry about winning, pet. Just perform as well as you can.” Closing your eyes you take another deep breath. Your stomach still bubbles as staff wave you over to a cart. Number 8 is at the line, and you need to be ready to approach. The cart itself is lightweight, black metal. Attaching the cart to your harness you rock the wheels back and forth, testing the feel. Nudging the long handles you can turn the cart quite well, with your hoof cups on. Judging from the cheering, number eight has started the run. I walk up to you, and give you a good luck kiss. “Open up, pet.” The familiar bit gag goes in place, and you bite down on it. Attaching it to the bridle, I smack your ass and you start hauling the cart to the line. Facing down the street, you can't see any of the screens and you can't sneak a look without turning the cart. You watch intently as an attendant holds a green flag in the air.

The Flag drops. You lean forward as you start the cart from a standstill. The weight isn't totally alien to you, but isn't easy at the beginning. There is a turn to the left at the end of the block. You slow as you approach the turn, nudging the cart hard to the left. You swing through the turn wide, slowing more than you had meant. Looking up as you strain to speed up, the next curve is three blocks away. The road ahead doesn't look well maintained. Within several steps your foot lands roughly in a pothole.

The rough bottom of the hole bites in to the sole of your shoe. It hurts but you continue on, without any injury. The cart jostles as it hits the occasional hole, but you pay enough attention to not step in another hole so far. The second curve is fast approaching you realize. Slowing less, you nudge the cart left again. Taking the curve faster than the first one you keep your pace going. Looking up again instead of a curve, you see another staff member with a checkered flag. Pushing harder you cross the line at a full tilt and slow across a block.

As you stop, you realize how exhausted you feel already. Gulping air in across your gag. Walking up to you, I start to undo the harness connections to the cart. A member of the staff guides the cart back to holding to prepare it for the obstacle course. Leading you back to under the rest tent we sit out of the sun and I wipe you down with a soft towel. Once you are dry, I take the bit off of your bridle and you thirstily gulp down water. “Easy pet, don't choke on your water.” Slowing down, you still finish a second cup quickly.

Leaning against me, you watch as the other competitors slowly filter out to their own trial, then filter back in sweaty and exhausted. You much on a handful of trail mix to rebuild your strength. By the time the last pony pulls in to the rest area, it is past three. After a short break for contestants to be examined before the second event, the loudspeaker snaps back on. “The obstacle course will be taken one at a time. The pony shall be masked, taking instructions from the trainer.” This was a little complication you were not expecting.

I smile softly. “All you have to do is listen to me, while we navigate the obstacles.” Nodding you pace around, limbering up before being harnessed to the cart again. The runs take longer than the sprint trial did. And the finished teams are obviously tight lipped. It's almost five when you are told to get staged for your run. After hooking you to the cart again, I put your bit back on to your bridle followed by a blindfold. You feel the cart drop some as I climb on. “Forward, turn right. You remember the lead up to the line.”

Slowly you navigate by memory and my command to the line. Leaning slightly you wait for my command to start. The flag waves in the breeze “Go, pet! Straight” You hesitate to pull all your weight in to it. “Slightly right, too much!” one of the cart's handles bumps a wall. The handle catches and the cart comes to a stop. “It's alright, left and forward.” The two wheeled cart is easy enough to rotate off the wall. Deciding to throw all your weight in to start up easier we take off again. “It's farther along than the sprint went, slaloms ahead.”

Tapping your left side with the crop you twist a little, far less than if you were taking a curve. Tap tap on the right, you correct back and continue to the right. Tap on the left, you center up. Another left tap, lean slightly left. One more tap right and you straighten again. “Hard left” Figuring this is where the roads meet and the track bends you turn down the street. “Change to the right lane, then be prepared for a hill” You estimate how far right you need to be, with another crop tap on your left to stop you over steering. “Faster!” the crop taps on your shoulders. Suddenly when stepping you find the slope of the hill. It's only a foot or so, and you are on level ground before having to pull the cart up. With a loud heave you drag the car over the slump. “Slow here, the platform bends.”

“Slight right” You nudge one handle with a cupped hoof. The wheel of the cart just clips the corner of the platform enough for you to feel. Tap tap on your left, then a tap to the right. Confused you straighten out instead. Another shoulder tap. With an effort you speed up. Tap, you shift left a little. Tap. Correcting right. “Here is the slope down.” Preparing for the cart to push forward you speed up again. When the wheels hit the small slope the whole cart shifts forward faster than you can run. The chains pull you along for a moment.

Regaining control of the cart you speed back up. “Banked curve to the right. Build speed and hold the left side of the cart down.” You can feel the crop tapping your shoulders as I instruct. The dirt of the curve feels slicker than the asphalt road. My weight shifts to the left. With your arm holding the left steering pole down the cart stays on both wheels as you take the banking curve high. Running as hard as you can to keep the cart from dragging you along you come out of the curve. Tap tap to the right. “Mogul run ahead.”

The small mounds of dirt jostle the cart. Tap left. Tap right. Tap tap left. You try to follow the crop commands as best as you can. The small hills are unevenly placed and you ride the card over a few of them. Tap tap tap on your shoulder. “Home stretch.” You give all you have. Unending seconds later “Whoa girl! You can stop now!” You can feel me apply the handbrake as you slow, stopping the cart quicker than you had alone in the sprint. Exiting the cart, I undo the connections to your harness. Taking off your bit and blindfold you blink hard.

We quietly walk back to the tent again. You gulping air down, the sweat glistening off your back and chest. Me stroking your back softly. “You did very well on the court, pet.” As we return to the rest area you slump next to me, drinking more water. “The race is a while still.” Unexpectedly, You feel me squeezing your leg. Slowly working out the soreness from the two events. Laying on your back you cry out softly as I press and rub your sore, tired, sweaty legs. Working the exhausted muscles. Fingers digging in, palms rubbing out. Your eyes water.

Relaxing, the soreness drops out of your body bit by bit. Sitting up sometime later I put my arm around you and kiss you softly again. “Race soon, then I have a little surprise for you!” That perks you up. Leaning in to a cuddle we relax until called for. This time, all the ponies will be running at once. The staff lead away each racer by the order they will start in, based on the sprint time trial. You polled fifth in the time trial. Your heart beats faster as you get attached to the cart for the last time today.

Approaching your starting mark I lean forward in the seat “This will be too crowded for voice commands, so pay attention to the crop!” Nodding your head, you champ on the bit a couple times. The minutes pass as you hear the rest of the line up assemble. A staff member climbs up a scaffold and raises the green flag. The crowd's murmurs die out and everyone eyes the flag. The street lights start to flicker on. Shifting your weight back and forth, you wait anxiously. Finally the flag drops, and you feel the crop on your shoulders.

The pack behind you starts to spread, and soon the closed off street is filled four abreast with pony carts vying for the front of the pack. The race is a blur to you. You slowly gain on the cart ahead of you, but the carts to either side box you in. Gentle crop to your right and you lean the cart, trying to force an entrance. That side unyielding I hit your left side, and you oblige to trying to force the cart on the left away. The first curve is still a block away. As far out as it felt the obstacle course was.

The cart you are forcing out lets up and falls away in preparation for taking the curve. The bite of the crop on your shoulders and you speed up for this curve. As you take it, you feel me toss my weight to the inside, keeping the wheels of the cart on the ground. As you exit the first curve, you see there are only three carts ahead of you. Smack smack smack, frantic cropping on your left side and you cut hard, trying to pass the third place pony. Your chest starts to hurt as your uncontrolled breasts bounce in the late evening sun.

First place is a good block ahead of you. And second is at least six cart lengths. The pony you just passed, curses as they fall behind your push. The first place cart falls out of site as it rounds the second corner. When you hit the curve, second has started to break away. Gulping air down, your shoulders burn and you fall in line behind the second place. Ahead of both of you the first place cart has reached the third curve. Each time you try to pull to one side or the other of second, I have to lead you back in line with the crop. When the pony cart ahead of us starts to slow for the upcoming curve, the tapping on your left pulls you to the inside of the curve again. Already trying the same move as we passed third place with by the time my warm your shoulders with my crop again. Second pulls next to us.

Close enough to smell the other runner's salty sweat. Her driver flogs her back, trying to drive her faster still. Each smack to the other pony seems to stall her though. Every step shutters. My taps to your back, propel you faster yet though. First has slowed their pace. They still reach the last curve first, though you have been gaining ground. Drifting to the far outside of the curve, not slowing their pace. Following a similar line to them, you fall in line behind the other cart. Your lungs and legs burning after many blocks of cart pulling.

The other cart flags more. More taps to the left, the line slides in to your view, from in front of the other cart. You can hear the other driver cropping their pony as frantically as the last, to more effect. The other pony vies for first with you. The finish line approaches. Flash of cameras as the two carts cross the line. You slow as your whole body burns and aches other carts catch up as they cross the finish too. Slowly driving your cart to the curb, I unhook you from the contraption for the last time tonight. You hear the crowd cheer last place. Taking seats with the other ponies back under the tent we wait as scores are totaled and penalties applied. The club manager takes the stage and conversation quiets. Calling out the fifth place name, one of the ponies sitting next to us gets up and walks up on the stage.

The fourth place is called, then the third. Calling the silver medalist, and you hear your name! Sitting up sorely you walk across the stage to join the other top finishers, soft evening light still reflecting off your sweaty, oiled breasts. The medal rests firmly between them. First place, a large breasted gelding, walks across and takes her medal. Everyone stays on stage long enough for videos and pictures to be taken. As you walk off stage, I gently take you by the collar and lead you back over to the club. “I reserved a playroom for us, pet.”

Your eyes brighten as you hear that. Sore or not, you still have enough in you for some fun. You follow me in to one of the downstairs rooms, one with the large steel breeding rack. In moments, I undo the harness you have been wearing all day letting it land on the ground. Slipping your tight bottoms off of you, your constrained girlcock pops up. “My my, you ARE ready to be bred.” Attaching your collar to one end of the rack, I lock your arms and legs securely in place. The ring in your collar is pulled tight enough that you can't turn your neck.

The blinders snap easily on to your bridle so you can only see straight ahead. It's now you realize the door never swung shut. Noise from the main club bleeds in some. You start to ask about it. “Oh, my of course I forgot.” Next thing, the bit gag is locked in place again. Warm water drizzle on your back, followed by a soft sponge. You relax as you feel me scrub the layers of sweat and oil off of your body. Your legs ache at first. The pressure on sore muscles morphs from pain to pleasure as you shiver. Up your legs, rubbing your flanks. Warm sponge up your sides, and over your neck. You flick the tail plug as the warm water washes down and drips to the floor. The soft sponge washes along the cheeks of your ass, water dribbling down your girlcock. The sponge drops to the ground with a moist plop.

You can hear people milling through the playroom, though your binders and the collar keep your eyes forward. “After a long day, make sure you wash and breed your pony. It's very important to their long term health.” You feel a tugging feeling inside you, then pop! You moan quietly as the tail comes out of you, and is carefully set aside. Blushing when I press my girldick against your ass, even after a day of waving your breasts around to everyone. Taking a firm grip on your hips, I plunge into you. Biting the bit, you close your eyes.

Back out. In again, much slower. You try to buck your hips, shaking on the the rack you are locked in to. My nails drag up your sides, and grab your breasts. I twist my hips up and down, while pinching your nipples softly. You champ and snort softly as I keep pushing in and out. Just the faintest whisper passes your ears “I love it when you are spirited about it.” My breath heavy on the back of your neck, and sweet in your nostrils. Exhausted, you still push on the metal frame. Locks jiggling and clacking on the restraints. Me pushing harder and faster.

With the last of your might, you push yourself off the top of the frame as I am continuing to speed my pace. The assembled audience claps quietly at the display after such a long day. Remembering people were filtering in to the open room, gives you one last burst of adrenaline. Slamming your hips up in the air, you buck me part way out before gravity pushes me back in. After repeating this several times, you bit the bit hard and moan loudly as you blast the floor of the room with your girlseed. My hips dig in to your ass as move in and out of you now. I wrap my arms around your shoulders and pull myself deep in to you as my own girlcum fills your insides. Realizing the show is over, the club patrons quietly file out of the room. The last one out closes the door quietly, allowing me to hold you in peace. “ My good girl.”

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