Pony Girl! Stripped, Whipped & Forced to Become Master’s Barnyard Sex Slut

by Deborah Cockram

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A young woman falls for a local man, a quiet, mysterious stranger who owns a farm far outside of town. One day she decides to do a little stalking, following him to that farm to learn just what it is he raises – and what she finds changes her life forever. Soon she's helpless, bound, tormented, at his mercy – and there is no hope for escape from his ponygirl training farm...

Excerpt:

I pull off the driveway, into a narrow patch of grass, hidden from his house by the forest. I climb out of my car, make my way along the tree line, staying in the shadows, watching him pull his truck to the barn, and then I see him climb out, go into the building, then I see doors open in the rear, hear him.
“Come on girl, giddy up, get out,” he says.
He must have horses in the barn, taking them out. I run from the trees across his yard, to a small clump of trees where I take cover, hide for a few seconds. Listening.
“Okay girl, time for training.”
I remain there, listening, breathing hard.
“That's right, that's right. Trot,” he says. I stand there for a few moments, listening, eyes closed, imagining what it would be like to be mounted on that horse, big beast trotting, its muscles rippling against me, my legs spread, wrapped around, holding on, with Jeremy standing there, commanding the horse, holding the reigns, controlling us.

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A shiver rolls through me, my breath becomes shallow, jagged, heart speeding up, dampness between my legs returning.
Stop it.
I know I should run back to my car, should drive back out from his farm and go home. I mean, at this point I'm just doing a little curious stalking – but to go on, to creep into his barn, to spy on him, that's a lot closer to being a Fatal Attraction girl than I want to be.
Still, it's not going to hurt to take a closer peek, just a quick look and then I'll be gone. I sprint across the rest of his yard, to the barn and I creep into the big wooden building. It's darker in here, and cooler, with the smell of hay and sawdust and old lumber hanging in the air. The back doors of the barn are open, and I see a small portion of what looks like a corral fence, so I sneak through the barn, edging closer to the open doors.
“No, no, knees higher,” I hear him saying, making little clicking noises with his mouth. I stand for a minute, maybe two, just listening to his voice, imagining him giving me instructions, in bed, touching and kissing and telling me what to do, how to stroke him.
I slip to the opening, stealing a quick glance around the doorway. I freeze. My blood does turn cold, my mind suddenly muddled with confusion and questions, but I let a gasp escape my lips.
Jeremy turns to me, eyes wide for a moment.
He is standing inside the coral, with livestock. Only it's not horses.
It's women.
The one he's working with is naked, except for a leather harness wrapping around her body, down between her legs, up under her boobs, cupping them, holding them erect. She has blinders on, a bridle around her head holding the blinders in place, and a bit shoved deep in her mouth, holding her mouth open wide. Her arms are pulled tightly behind her, elbows bound so that her back is arched severely, chest out. She has high-heeled, pointing boots on her feet, and she's prancing, like a horse, her boobs bouncing, her leg muscles flexing, with each step.
There are three other women, all in various horse-like get-ups – one naked, two partially clothed, two with blinders on, another with a horse hood completely cutting off her sight...
Before I can react, he springs into action, climbing the fence, leaping to the ground, then sprinting toward me. I turn to run, but before I can get more than a half-dozen steps he's on me, hands clamping down on my wrists, yanking my arms behind me as he violently jerks me around, pushing me from the barn back toward the bridled women, until we're outside, next to the corral.
“Pardon me, ladies, while I take care of this interloper.”

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About the Author

I'm Deborah Cockram, and I write all sorts of deep, dark and dirty erotica. Sometimes it's incest, sometimes bestially, occasionally with somewhat "dubious" consent, and other times it's just plain old hard and rough one-on-one (or two-on-one or three-on-one) sex.

Whatever form the sex takes, my stories almost always involve a wicked dose of bondage, sensual pain, and of course, the most depraved, carnal pleasure, all rolled up a single tale.

You know, the kind that all good girls (and bad boys) enjoy…

Because of content restrictions at many retailers, you'll only find my stories at Barnes and Noble, Excitica, some at Smashwords, and of course at naughtyerotica.org


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