She had found a weird little latex string that fit around her neck and dug itself into her pussy. Abby was pushing it more and more. Rubbing herself desperately while squeezing her right tit. She stood at the bottom of the stairs. She tried to listen if someone was coming, but it was impossible. Her dampened hearing made it difficult. But that also made it all the more exciting.
Abby had never felt like this before, it was insane. Her body was screaming for more. She wasn't sure what time it was, but she must've been standing there for over an hour, getting herself off. But, even if she came, she had no moment of rest. She needed more. More pleasure, more perilous situations. More excitement.
Abigail was now standing on top of the staircase, right by the unlocked door. Her back turned to the door, and her fingers delving as deep as they could into her dripping cunt. She was like an animal. All that was on her mind was pleasure, lust, excitement. Squirting down the stairs, she tripped. She fell to her hands and knees and started crawling down the stairs, giving the door a direct line of sight to her perverted pussy. She crawled off to the cages. Opening it, she fetched a large device that she had stowed away earlier. This was a crazy invention.
She put on several restraints, then hooked the chains on. When she straightened up, she felt the dildo that was attached to the upper part of the device begin to move. It shot into her cunt and vibrated mercilessly. Sparks could be felt as it electrocuted her insides. She howled into the gag, moaning as she leaned against the metallic cage. She was a complete animal.
She hobbled back and forth. Moving the device around, trying to figure out what caused the dildo to piston into her pussy. It felt random. But she tried to move around as much as she could. She was sweating more and more. But, she had never felt this good in her life. This was insane. She was so reckless because the pleasure overrode all of her caution. This was simply out of this world. She was tasting the ambrosia of pure debauchery, and she was addicted.
The poor girl was unable to escape. It kept shocking her, it pistoned in and out of her pussy, and it vibrated at random times. Her muffled moans and gasps echoed in the basement as she wobbled around. She needed to scream out in pleasure. She dropped down on her knees and hid her upper body under the blankets. She cried out as another mind-shattering orgasm tore through her. Turning her into pudding, rendering her dumb from the sheer orgasmic pleasure. Ecstasy, through and through.
She imagined the old man walking down on her and seeing her lower half with a dildo pumping her stupid. She imagined several men standing around her, watching her in silence. She whimpered and moaned as she got herself off for what felt like an entire night.
Thrashing about, she came loudly once more. Abigail was making sounds that no human would make. She was far less than a human. She was just pure instinct. Base carnal desires were all that mattered. Nothing else.
That was... Until she heard footsteps.
The girl was FINALLY yanked out of her never ending loop of orgasm and masturbation.
But, now she was fucked. What would George do? Would he send her packing? Would he report her? Or would he do far worse things to her? Was her life over? What a pathetic and graceless final moment she would live.
The old man leaned over her. He had no shirt on, and was looking a little tired. Was it morning already? The girl stared with wide eyes up at the man. She covered herself as best she could, but the mask was right next to the bed. Thankfully, the haircut had been applied not that long ago so a lot would be needed to undo her hairstyle. A modern miracle of technology, all thanks to a simple memory-ladened style gel.
"Eh.. G.. Hello" She mumbled nervously.
Abigail pulled the blanket further up, but as she did, the dildo in her cunt plunged deep inside of her, vibrating as it zapped her.
He didn't let her cover up. He pulled the blanket down as he sat down. Her left arm was trapped, but it didn't seem to be the man's intention. He traced a hand down the latex string as he shook
"Shhh... There there, baby girl. You are all tuckered out. Didn't get a lick o'sleep now, didya?" The old man was strangely soothing and gentle. After pushing the pillow away, he reached a hand out and lifted her left arm that he had pinned down earlier. Holding it, he carefully gave her a soft squeeze.
"You need to calm down, you're killing yourself. You are safe here. Know that"
He gave her an encouraging smile. Abby blinked, she wasn't sure what to say. She felt a sudden exhaustion surge through her. Her eyelids grew tired. But, as he stared into her eyes, she took the opportunity to slowly pull the blanket further up, covering herself up a little bit.
"There there... It's all right, girlie" He cooed. Her frightened expression slowly melted into a tired and content one. She felt strangely okay with him inside her intimate area. He was nurturing and kind. She had no idea.
The old man scooted in, he plopped the girl's head down on his lap as he gently patted her head.
"No need to cover up, girlie. I know ya feelin' a lot of emotions. Just relax. No need fer any strength. Just embrace the feelings. Such a good girl.."
He whispered to her, placing his hand onto her pubic region. He could feel the slow rhythm of the dildo fucking the girl deep in her cunt. The device was merciless. It kept robbing her of dignity as it kept pumping in and out of her needy pussy.
Squirming a little, Abby obeyed. She let the blanket remain dangerously low. She stifled her whimpering sounds of pleasure as she felt so helpless and weak. The way the man slowly let his hand slide around her lower waist. He was mapping her exposed skin. He was feeling her intimacy. Her shame. She felt so naked, so uncovered and vulnerable. It was a rush that paralyzed her. She was exhausted, tired and aching from the whole sleepless night of vigorous masturbation. But, she wanted more.
"You look very cute in this outfit. I have more things you can try, if you feel brave. But, no rush, no pressure. Today, you will get a day off. You've had a trying night, girlie. I am proud of you"
Abby was lying there, letting the man coddle her, praise her, reward her. She must've fallen asleep for a moment. Next thing she knew, she was lying on her chest over his lap. She moaned softly as she felt the device continue fucking her. Every now and then, electrical discharges sent shivers through her body. How was this still feeling so incredible? She couldn't get enough of it. Most of her brain had shut down, she was so exhausted. She needed more sleep, but couldn't get any. The pleasure kept preventing her. But, now, she felt like she was resting somewhat. The man's hand was kneading her right ass cheek. She knew the blanket was dangerously low, perhaps even revealing the device she had put on. But, she couldn't do anything to stop him. He held her head down with a hand, while the other was caressing and stroking her butt.
"Such good girl... Scared, I getcha, but, you be safe here. Now, enjoy yourself. Such a difficult night you had. Be brave for me, girlie"
He cooed, repeating his praise over and over as he patiently rubbed her naked skin with his wrinkly old hands. Patting her on the butt after singing her praises some more, he just let the device do its thing while keeping her company. Abby was too tired and had too much strange brain fog to really analyze anything. She wasn't thinking straight. She was unable to.
"I think I'll letcha try on all sortsa cute outfits. I betcha will look 'sutely 'dorable. So much muscle, yet... So tender... smooth... soft... small..."
Abby whimpered muffled words of resistance. But, they never reached. The man just chuckled a little, patting her bubble butt, enjoying the view of it bouncing like jelly as he drummed it.
Another electrical surge passed through her cunt from the dildo that was fucking her relentlessly. The blanket slipped further down as she tensed up. Gritting her teeth, she felt the coursing sparks force her into an elevated state of pleasure. The man noticed that another climax was approaching. He kneaded her ass cheeks passionately as he whispered to her.
"Good girl. Come for me, come now. Let the orgasm take you. It is yours to enjoy. Brave little girl..."
Abby was lifted up and brought into the embrace of the man. She was shuddering, unable to stifle her moans. She was shaking with borderline delirious bouts of ecstasy. The man took advantage of her unguarded and vulnerable state. He let her rest against him as he took a firm grip around the girl's butt cheeks. Holding them tight as he felt her shudder and quake with delight.
"Good girlie... Come for me... Good... good" He repeated, massaging her rear while whispering words of encouragement and praise. Kissing her neck tenderly, he kept his attention on her reactions. Her lack of resistance gave him a good indication that he could keep molding her still.
The dildo was plunging deep into her cunt. Dragging itself against her inner walls. Due to the angle she was splayed out in, the phallic object was pushing against her walls towards her womb mark. Added jolts of pleasure were mixed in as the teary girl cried out in helpless pleasure. She held around him as she shivered, crying out in a confused wail. She was transformed into his baby child. Holding around him for dear life as his kindness was accepted without any hesitation. Abby's breasts were pushing against his body, the latex string digging into her flesh as she was bent backwards while the machine kept fucking her without showing signs of slowing down. A perfect tool to groom good girls.
Having kneaded her ass through the orgasm, he quickly laid her down on her back. The shudder her body elicited from the discharge of electricity told him that she was still susceptible. The mark was such a devious invention. As long as its influence gives the girl rewarding chemicals for exposing herself, her refractory period is suppressed completely, allowing her to go for as long as she wants. He used the weak shake of the body as a sign to continue. He laid down next to her, his right arm holding her head near his as his left hand deftly sprung over to her crotch, finding her clitoris, and making circles as it danced around. He was very used to grooming pets, so his technique was flawless. And just like that, the girl cried out in pleasure as he played her like a fiddle. Tears were streaming down her face as he slowly leaned in and pressed his tongue against Abby's lips. She parted her plump lips, allowing him inside of her. She gurgled a shook little tune of confusion, pleasure, and sadness, as he was tongue-kissing her while fingering the girl. She was splayed out naked and afraid, while he was taking advantage of her. She was alone, in a stranger's dungeon, no clothes, no easy means of escape. Exhausted beyond action, she could just lie there and take it. But, as long as he was patient, gentle, and slow in his method, he would be able to push her further and further. The most important part was to train her body to be open and suggestible during her time of heat. A bitch in heat is a man's plaything.
"P...pleashe..." She whimpered into his mouth. The man paid her fear and anxiety no mind as he kept rubbing her clit. He felt her body tremble. He knew she was approaching another orgasm. He needed to inject more debauchery into the girl.
Her womb mark was glowing hot, spreading heat through the poor thing's body. It was a good sign. The mark had been active for a long time. The man felt such gratitude for the fact that she had gotten such a great mark. Perfect for his training.
Abby was moaning into his mouth, squirming as her body was showing signs of approaching another climax. He slowed down before gently removing his tongue from her mouth. Abby smacked her lips hazily as the man removed the lower restraint on the girl as well as the chain that linked the two pieces. Removing that part, he then hoisted her up against his chest, positioning her in front of himself so he could get a better hold of her. With one hand, he held her leg firmly, bending her backwards as the machine kept fucking her with fervor. The other hand he slipped in front of her mouth. He was curious about something. The way she would falter into a weak and strangely child-like state, he had a theory he needed to test out. Within moments he realized that his theory was indeed correct. She had latched onto his thumb the moment it bumped against her lips. Suckling it, she found solace in sucking his thumb. Reverting back to a time she was robbed of, she was forced to grow up and take charge early, so it brought her a strange sense of comfort and calm to be looked for and embraced like this.
"There there, child. Good girl... Such a brave little thing" He cooed, letting her suckle his thumb while her tears still kept rolling down her cheeks. He smirked to himself. It had been such an incredibly insightful day. He quickly leaned down and adjusted a few things on the device. It began fucking her faster and harder. Wet sounds of her insides being churned by the phallus filled the air. And as it grew louder, her sucking also made more sounds. Sloshing saliva around in her mouth, her cheeks bulging a little, she kept suckling like a scared little babe.
"That's it... That's it... Make daddy proud, girlie... Yes"
He kept repeating the same praise. Letting it sink in as the metal device kept fucking her hard and deep. He knew it had a battery life of a week of constant use, but he couldn't help but consider buying a spare battery, in case his new little pet would use it to depletion.
He held her close until she began squirming and humping against the mechanical device fucking her. He knew she was rising higher and higher, so he kept pushing.
He lied down and brought the poor girl with him. Positioning her on top of his lap, she sat atop him, flopped forward, in cowgirl position. He hoisted her hips up in the air, making her slide into his embrace while the device kept fucking her. He started bouncing her up and down in rhythm with the device, groaning softly as he grabbed around her and held her tightly against him. Her beating heart was throbbing wildly, her moans and whimpers poured into his ears.
"C'mon, girlie. Be good to daddy. Moan, let it out. Ya deserve this. Such a brave little child" He kissed her passionately before he planted another kiss on her ear, licking around her neck, making love to the discombobulated girl. His hand kneading her ass as he humped her. Abby began moaning louder and louder as she approached a gigantic explosion.
"This be it, girlie. This be the end. Show daddy whatcha can do. Be good, be brave. Moan, scream out"
Abby couldn't help herself. She was under his spell as her body had been fucked into submission. She let out a gut-wrenching scream as she nearly overdosed on pleasure. She tensed up, shaking like possessed, then squirted a small fountain out her dripping cunt. Her pussy had been fucked for so long, it was a drenched mess. The girl howled out, like an animal. Her rump cheeks clenched together, as the dildo electrocuted her mercilessly. She kept crying and screaming, as the old man broke her a little.
Abby slowly lifted her head up from the bed. Dazed and groggy, she looked around. Her first instinct was to curl up and shiver, but, as the moments passed, she felt a weirdly calming warmth spreading throughout her body. She must've slept for 2 days.
Her body was beyond sore. She wasn't quite sure what had happened. Shaking her head, she figured it was time to get going. She was supposed to work, not just laze around. But, as she got up, her whole body was aching. It was like she had been working out for days nonstop. She slowly stood up and looked around for her clothes. She needed to get going, she had to get her mind on something else. She'd had this strange and overly sexual dream last night. Ever since she received this womb mark, her libido had skyrocketed. She figured all that had happened down here was a dream. But, when she looked around, she couldn't see her clothes anywhere...
Carefully, she began looking for something to wear. Walking around, only wearing the dumb latex-like string that covered.. Nothing really. But, it gave her some thrills when it rubbed against her sex.
"Someone... could come...." She muttered to herself. Those words gave haste to her sore body. Seeing the cage, it was where she thought she threw all her clothes in a strange lust-driven stupor in her dream. But...
She saw all the clothes in the opposite corner. No way she could reach them. There had to be something left for her to wear.
Her heart was beating faster and faster. A rush of anxiety and something else took hold of her. Had she actually done it? Thrown her own clothes away? She had forced herself to be naked. But, how could she possibly face anyone without clothes? She'd be ravaged if the men saw her like this, especially the farmhand.
Dropping down to her hands and knees, Abby crawled to the cage door. The padlock was scary heavy. She leaned in and saw the skirt. The only piece she could reach. Her body was aching from whatever she'd done yesterday. The latex string was digging into her sex, and as she leaned in, the pressure against her sensitive area sent jolts of excitement through her body. Goosebumps surged across her skin as she spent a moment to revel in the excitement. If someone saw her like this... She shuddered again. But, she didn't want to get caught. She needed to regain some of her power. She needed to be prepared and meet whatever today had in store face first.
The man didn't want to spook the poor girl. He figured she'd be quite skittish and weary today. When he rounded the corner with a selection of clothes for the girl, he saw her with another girl's skirt, and a belt tied around her tits. Abby stood there, deer in headlights, as she froze up in shock. The man stared at her, and she was practically naked. But, to her surprise, he didn't seem upset, angry, or anything else. He gave her a warm and apologetic smile.
"Sorry, girlie, didn't mean'ta startle ya. Here. You been a good girl, so I gotcha some clothes. Items from others, hand me downs, and the sort. We ain't got much of clothes that'd match your tight lil' frame, so I apologize for the limited selection. Breakfast is served in an hour. You must be starved."
He put the basket down.
He gave her a tip of his hat before turning around.
"I'll bring a mirror so ya can have some fun and take a look atchaself. I'll delay breakfast until 90 min."
He started walking upstairs.
"T..Thank you, s...sir..."
Abby said in a weak voice. The man stopped as he smiled to himself. He then continued upstairs, leaving her down there for a moment before returning with a large mirror before he left her to get dressed.
Abby was taken aback by how organized the piles of clothes she could try on were. She had spent a while testing things, some of the items were rather hard to don, requiring her to slowly slither into tight latex that constrained her, restraining either her flexibility, or made her unable to balance properly. But, she went for the set with the most to it. Even if her mark was burning with desire for more skin to be shown, she realized that her need to cover up backfired. It was like a reverse outfit. Her extremities were all packed and covered up behind thick and black shiny latex, but her actual core was blatantly exposed for all to see. The pale pasties and weird curved crotch cover did the minimal amount of work in hiding her shame. As she straightened up, trying to get used to the very tall heels, she felt a powerful shiver throughout her body. Seeing herself in the reflection, she couldn't believe her eyes. She looked absolutely amazing. Strong, sexy, tall, confident. It was ludicrous, she was so scantily clad right now, she looked like a pornstar, but... There was something about it. It felt so rewarding. Her knees wobbled as she struggled with maintaining her posture. She was so preoccupied looking at herself, she didn't even notice the door opening upstairs.
She admired herself, the reflection of her own exposed skin sending her into a higher and higher state of arousal.
Turning around, she felt cheeky, admiring her own rear end as she tensed up, then relaxed. Her butt cheeks were partially covered up. It seemed like the entire purpose of this outfit was to put all the focus on her exposed center. Her pale skin dominates the reflection. The large ring hanging from the leather collar swaying back and forth. She detested collars, hated them with a passion, but this was a fashion accessory, and it felt amazing. Part of her wished it was a real collar as she tried to imagine being dragged through a crowded street wearing one with this outfit.
She shuddered. The curved piece of crotch cover sent a weak jolt through her body. She nearly fell over. Was it actually meant to pleasure her? What a fucked up detail to add to an already overly lewd and perverted outfit. She bit her lip as she waited for the next shock. It was a little stronger. She mouthed an airy moan, followed by a nervous, but amused chuckle. She was such a goof. She was so glad no one was watching her.
"Absolutely amazing"
A man's voice rang from the stairs behind Abby.
"Ah shi...!" Abby snapped around and freaked out. Her ankles wobbled and she lost her balance. Flailing, she fell towards the voice while her limbs thrashed about. She clumsily hit the stairs, thankfully not hurting herself. The man who sat there was staring at her with a perplexed look of amusement as she went down like a jelly tower.
"Are you okay, girlie?" The man sounded concerned.
Putting the food he brought aside, he crouched down and reached a helpful hand down.
Abby groaned as she slowly pushed herself up with her arms. She felt so dumb. The sudden fall had made her forget about her skimpy wear. She grumbled an apology as she got up without accepting his hand. It was just a reflex of hers. She rarely wanted help from others as she tried to maintain herself as an independent woman. Even if that was impossible at times, she still felt empowered by her stubbornness.
The man helped Abby to get to her feet and brought her down closer to the bed. Taking his time as the girl seemed to still struggle a little with balancing herself. She was so focused on not falling again that she had yet to realize how exposed she truly was. Or, perhaps, parts of her didn't mind it?
"The trick is, girlie, that you need to keep your arms higher. Then you can getchaself balanced, easy peasy" He gave her a warm smile.
"Ah.. But, it is... difficult" She muttered, clearing her throat a little as she suddenly noticed what the man held in his hands. Her stomach growled loudly at this revelation, she was absolutely starving. The enticing smell of pancakes slowly filled the air in the cellar.
"Ya hurt?" He asked as he looked her over, concerned that she had bumped her head against the wall on her way down as she had fallen.
"N...No, no sir." She stuttered, her stomach voiced its opinion as her hunger made itself audibly known again. The man couldn't help but chuckle at this. Her honest body language was to be rewarded.
"Good girl" He said, holding the plate up for her.
"I made sure ta give ya some extra banana. It's good for ya. You got such a good exercise done, and now ya need some proteins."
"In fact, let's practice some posture and balancing now" The man said. He put the apple into a pocket and grabbed a fork. He pierced two pieces of juicy banana slices with it and slowly lifted the fork up towards Abby. Her stomach was growling angrily for food. She gave him a quick nod.
"Hands behind your back, grab your forearms and lower your shoulders. While doing that, enter a wider stance."
She didn't hesitate. She was so hungry, and the moment the man told her what to do, her crotch cover, again, gave her a powerful electric discharge. She snapped into position, balancing herself quite well on top of her high heels.
"Good girl. You're magnificent, girlie" He praised as he moved the fork towards her mouth. She wasn't sure what was happening. Was he trying to feed her? Regardless of how hungry she was, she could eat by herself without accepting any help. He kept calling her girl. She should feel annoyed at this. The smell of the warm breakfast sent a shiver through her body.
As the fork approached her slightly pursed lips, the man then said.
"Open up"
And as he did, a powerful shock exploded from her heating pussy. The crotch cover had zapped her, and as it did, she opened her mouth and let out a mix of a pained cry and sultry moan.
The fork entered her mouth as the sudden moan had her parting her lips. She pushed weakly against the man's chest as she squirmed, but, as the taste spread through her tongue, she ceased her resistance. It tasted heavenly. She was so starved, she couldn't fight it. Gently chewing it, she averted her eyes from the man's stare as she felt her cheeks glow in embarrassment. She was letting the man feed her. It was humiliating, but the incessant crotch cover didn't stop zapping her, melting away the fight in her.
"Good girl... But ya moved ya hands. Toldya to keep 'em behind." He noted, shaking his head a little. She groaned a little. The game he was playing with her was vexing, she was on the fence about letting him get a piece of her mind, but it was a difficult task. He treated her with such casual ownership. It was intimidating, and it felt hard to speak up.
"What's on your mind, girlie?" He asked, seeing her thoughtful expression as she finished chewing.
"Eh... clothes... keep zapping me, sir..." She mumbled, still too hungry to raise any other points.
The man chuckled.
"Yeah. But that's how the outfit be. If ya want, ye can take it off. But, I figure ya wouldn't want to walk without anything covering that cute little pink, hm?" He joked as he brought another fork full of food to her mouth. She reluctantly opened up and let him continue to feed her. He quickly wiped a bit of food away from the crease of her mouth. Making sure he didn't make a mess.
Every time the man's fork approached her mouth, a small shock would be delivered to the girl's crotch. The cruel little bit of cover for her sex made sure she was receptive to the feeding session. Abby couldn't help but squirm and make soft moans as the man kept feeding her. She just stood there, trying to not move as much. He reprimanded her gently a few times when she moved too much. It was hard for her to keep the same posture when being tormented by the zapping.
After giving her over half the meal, the man paused. Taking a moment to remove a strand of hair from the girl's mouth. He gave her cheek a warm caress as he cooed. "Good girlie... You're doing so great, so brave. You makin' me so proud." His words were so honest, she kind of hated it, but also, a part of her, found a strange comfort in his patronizing praise.
He gave her a moment to compose herself and move her arms behind her back.
"Not much left now, girlie" He informed her. Time had flown by, and he had actually spent over half an hour feeding her. He was taking his time, making sure she looked and felt comfortable enough to let him continue.
Wiping her lips with a red napkin, he patted her shoulder.
"Good job, girlie. You performed marvelously. Ya truly an amazing specimen, yes." A wide smile and beaming eyes shining at her.
"Now. Girlie, how was the food?" He finished cleaning and pocketed the napkin.
"Eh..." Abby cleared her throat a little, having been silent for so long, she wasn't used to speaking up.
"It was really nice, sir" She answered. Giving him a content smile.
"Glad ta hear. Now... Maybe a reward be in order" He said, delivering a knowing wink.
The man sat down on her bed and got comfortable. Taking a moment to relax, he then spoke up.
"Guess I can swap out that lower clothing piece o'yours, girlie. Y'deserve something better, ye?" Abby hesitated a little. Was it a question? She then noticed that he was sitting there, staring directly at her crotch. She shuddered as her womb mark glowed and sent sparks through her body. Her knees wobbled and she had to take a few moments to collect herself.
"Y..Yes sir"
She finally said, hoping it would be a good enough answer. The man just chuckled, staring at her tiny little cover. Her pussylips had slipped past on each side of the slender piece, and the man was admiring it rather blatantly.
Why couldn't she feel angrier? And why was the humiliating feeling rendering her paralyzed? She tried to fume, but she couldn't. She'd been turned to jelly from the man's constant attention and grooming.
Being exposed, her lower regions on display for this old man to enjoy, it was a messed up scenario, and one she couldn't get out of. Her breath was struggling and her chest was flushed, her cheeks warm and red. She shuddered again as she jutted her crotch towards the man a little bit.
"It's time ta take it off, girlie" The man reached a hand out towards her nether region. A little meek whimper was heard as Abby couldn't find it in her to decline the man. She shivered in anticipation, excitement, fear, and anxiety. She took a few unsteady steps forward as she presented her crotch to the man, letting his hands grab around her. One hand found her butt and held her leaning forward, the other caressed the lower part of the crotch cover, sliding against her dripping labia, making her let out a sudden moan. He chuckled as he held his hands still.
"Hehe, now, girlie. Take it off" He said, a hint more command in his voice than usual, but nothing imposing or agitating. She wriggled a little, then moaning as she was just sliding her pussy along the man's hand. She gathered her strength and brought both hands down, beginning to remove the little item. Slowly bending the front pad, she stripped the last bit of cover her sex had.
"Good girlie, such a brave girl..." He said warmly as she stripped for him.
A gasp marked the moment Abby exposed her pussy to the man. He took the strange crotch cover and pocketed it, noting how wet and warm it was. Looking at the girl, he gave her a kind and encouraging look, his smile was loving as he nodded.
"Girlie, that was a very brave thing you did. Ya should be proud of yaself"
Abby had no idea what was wrong with her. She was shivering, tears trickling down as she felt so many things at the same time. Opening her mouth, she said nothing, just whimpering a bit as she shuddered.
"Come here, girlie. You did so well today" He opened his arms, and she rushed in, hugging him as she let out confused sobs while her womb mark was sending her to such an elevated state of arousal. The lust was intoxicating, Abby's body was warm, and as the man felt her skin, she moaned a little in between sobs. She held him tight, and the man took great pleasure in seeing the meeker and meeker demeanor of the little girl. He grabbed himself a handful of quivering assmeat as he was petting her head, trying to calm her down like she was a pet or a child. Rubbing her butt gently as she kept weeping.
With a few encouraging words and a kiss on the cheek, the old man stood up.
"Girlie, you can have fun with the toys left around here. Y'earned a little bit of play time. Play to ya heart's content, lil' one." He chuckled as he turned around and headed off.
"I'll be back later with ya rewards"
Abby got up and paced around impatiently. She was walking around with her cunt laid bare, exposed for anyone that entered to see. She kept trotting back and forth in view of the door to the basement. She felt so aroused, so warm, when she could see the door to the basement, knowing that if someone entered, they would be greeted with a clear view of her exposed pussy.
Plopping her bouncy butt down onto the cold concrete floor, she looked over the different toys and clothing items that were left for her earlier. Digging out from the pile a handful of interesting items, some of them electronic. She spread her legs, making sure the door would still be within line of sight to her sex.
First thing Abby did was to remove her nipple covers. They were already struggling due to her erect nipples, so she just stripped them off, letting her most intimate areas be left completely exposed. But, that wasn't enough. She felt the same heat growing in her, the womb mark denying her any break. She started rubbing herself off before she quickly donned the strange string item, and then shoving a large pink dildo up her own pussy. She kept pumping it in and out as she admired the other items. There was this large and crude hook attached to a chain. She needed it, but she didn't know how it was used. Spending a good time looking at it, she suddenly felt a jolt administered deep inside of her pussy. Rotating the bottom of the dildo, it began vibrating and delivering sweet sweet tingling pleasure.
Having it turned on, she then positioned the latex string over it to keep it lodged inside of her. Conveniently, the latex would stick to any non-skin surfaces, making it glue to the dildo, keeping it secured inside of her even when she would move around. With this, she stood up as she found another little pink thing.
Abby got up on her feet and walked around, enjoying the thrill of the toys in her pussy. She had clamped on a gentle padded clothespin that was connected to a vibrator. Every now and then, it would vibrate strongly, sending ripples of such amazing sensations through her clitoris. The feeling was absolutely addictive. Painful, but that just added to the stimulation and pleasure.
Looking at the mask in her hand, she moaned softly as stared at it. Just like in her dream. Maybe... Maybe she could...
She quickly put it on, finding it strange that she knew exactly how to do it.
She had put it all on, and it was so overwhelming, she lay down on the cold concrete floor, presenting her cunt to the door once more as she moaned and drooled. Lifting her crotch up and down in rhythm to the vibrations and electrical shocks, she moaned and fantasized about a crowd of people gathering around her, staring at her, judging and glaring with cold eyes. Muttering words of disappointment.
She closed her eyes, imagining the worst, imagining being walked in on. She moaned louder, maybe loud enough to be heard from outside the door. The mask was pressing against her ears, dulling her sense of hearing profoundly. This just added to the excitement. She couldn't even hear if someone walked in on her. Would they just stand there and stare?
Abby lifted her crotch higher, her glowing heels flanking the inviting pussy. She wiggled her ass, sending the vibrator sliding from side to side. Her drippy cunt shuddered in pleasure and excitement. She was such a lost cause. Abby had a moment of reflection, but only for a brief moment. The drug-like high of the arousal made it hard to really think clearly. But, she knew that she was absolutely deplorable. She was taking advantage of the man who hired her. He wasn't paying for her to get herself off and lose her inhibition. Or, that's what she thought at least.
She didn't know... That the man was closer than she even fantasized about. He had already walked down the stairs. He was given such a great look at the horny girl's sex, how could he not take advantage of the situation?
Abby moaned loudly. Shaking, she felt the explosion of the orgasm wracking through her foggy mind. But, the orgasm came from something else pushing against her pussy. The strap was pushed to the side, and the clothespin on her clit was slid off. The pain detonated a chain reaction that kept quaking through her. Opening her eyes, she stared at the man, like a deer in headlights. She was caught, busted, exposed. She was fucked. But, why did this just add fuel to the fire?
"Uaaaaah" She cried out, gurgling as she squirmed and shook. A squirt of nectar shot out of the girl's drippy cunt, hitting the man's clothes. His thumb had started rubbing her clit while the girl shook, shooting her pussyjuice out as the man kept milking her.
"Soooohhhwhhhyyyy" She whined as she couldn't stop the mind-breaking orgasm.
As Abby was squirming wildly on the floor, the man secured a hand around her throat, then the other against her pelvis, pushing her back down into the concrete as she was shaking uncontrollably.
"Calm yaself now." He grabbed the dildo and moved it around in her cunt, sloshing around as loud sounds of her wetness filled the air. He tore off the latex strap that ran down from her neck. "Not part of the 'fit" He muttered, smacking her gently on the crotch. Moaning, crying, and apologizing through spit, tears, and snot. Abby was far from what she was when she first arrived.
He threw the dildo to the side, then cupped the girl's wet and warm crotch. Nectar was still leaking from it.
"Girlie. Ya hopeless, but... Ya doing really good."
He saw how she tried to hide her face and cleared his throat before reprimanding her.
"Do not hide from me, little one! Look at me" He commanded with her stern voice.
Abby slowly lowered her arms and looked up at him. As she did, he slid two fingers into her drenched cunt, and began fingerfucking her unceremoniously.
"Ya mixed outfits, so ya will have ta be punished." He exhaled slowly and gave her an encouraging smile.
"I know ya can do it, girlie." He then helped her to stand up
Abby squirmed and shivered nervously as she stood there while the man walked over and fetched a metal device. As he returned, she could figure out what it was he had brought her.
"Here. This yoke be the punishment, that and no further additions to the outfit. Well, ya can't make any further adjustments ta it" He said as he leaned in closer to her.
"Ya ready for it?" He asked the girl, leaning over and grabbing her ass, pushing her towards him. Abby whimpered a little as she looked anxiously into the man's eyes.
"Y...Yes sir" She said, shivering in fear.
"What a good girl you are. Knew ya could do it"
It wasn't until her arms were restrained to her sides that she realized how dangerous and scary this truly was. Her naked body was so exposed, it was haunting. Her knees quaked and her womb mark burned so warm, so strongly, she moaned softly as she felt the man's left hand grab so casually at her tit. He kneaded it, squeezing it firmly, taking his time as he handled her with a sense of ownership. Tears were rolling down the girl's leather-padded cheeks. She had been reduced to such a whimpering little mess. She felt so weak, and her resolve had been shattered long ago. There was no real opposition. She had no one to really rebel against. Her horny body was the true culprit, and she felt that. She was just letting her uninhibited lust guide her. And she knew she couldn't go back. She had gone way too far, and the man was constantly demanding more. But, she would obey. She wanted to be good. She couldn't go against the contract. She couldn't afford to.
George marched the naked girl up the stairs and out the door. It was late, and the sun was lingering by the horizon, behind some clouds. Shivering wildly, Abby was being made to walk in her incredibly exposing outfit and her arms trapped in the metal device. She was marched into the forest in mostly silence. Just the sound of the two of them walking and the wind howling. Abby's nipples were hard and protruding proudly. This was absolutely insane. Her womb mark throbbed with such powerful shock waves of pleasure and excitement.
Trying to be brave, the girl gritted her teeth as she was led on. She wasn't sure where exactly they were going, but she trusted the man to not do something cruel to her.
Stopping in the middle of nowhere, having spent 10 minutes just walking in anxiousness and excitement, Abby was suddenly made to stand still.
"Good girl..." The old man said in a low tone as he fetched something from his pocket. Moments later, he was fixing a brass bell to her neck.
"There. Now ya won't be able ta go unnoticed. Imagine if a stranger heard tha bell and came over ta investigate? He be fucking ya without a second hesitation, yes."
Staring at the old man in shock, Abby opened her mouth, but he was faster. Two fingers plunged into her drenched cunt and she was unable to word anything intelligible.
"What an excited little thing ya are. Hah! It ok. Be still, let me finger ya a bit." He crudely said as he was fingerfucking the girl. She howled out in ecstasy while the bell rung out loudly, clanking merrily as she was treated like something other than a woman.
"That's it, girlie. Orgasm for me. Let me feel ya pussywater squirting." His fingers moved faster as he hooked upwards, delivering such sweet pleasure to her. Abby had no chance. With a loud and gurgling cry, she felt the climax detonate in her crotch. The man's technique was ridiculously effective. As the powerful orgasm slowly subsided, he gave her pussy a few happy pats before kissing her.
"Good girl."
Before Abby could speak up, she felt something shoved into her mouth. A large and tight leather strap with extra padding was forcefully lodged deep into her mouth. The way it bulged inwards, a part of it was filling her mouth to some degree.
Locking it in place, George hummed happily to himself before finishing up.
"There. Now ya look absolutely beautiful. Ya the prettiest ya ever been."
He stroked her breast while staring into her insecure and adorable eyes.
"I want ya ta trot around. Prance to ya heart's content, hear me? Ya be a good girl, a good pony, and I want ya ta flourish."
He gave her another kiss. Abby felt so conflicted about this, but she was a horny bitch, and she felt so appreciated and loved. The man genuinely must care so very much for her. She gave him a weak nod. She could do this. And a big part of her felt absolutely ecstatic about doing this. Running around in the forest at night. The unknown hiding behind every corner. Unable to run away from anything or anyone as her high heels wouldn't let her outrun anything. Her tits and cunt on full display, easily available for anyone who wanted. And, the way George was handling her, she felt like livestock. But, it was exciting. A thrill. She couldn't even speak back to him now. She was reduced to a helpless pony, lost in the woods.
"Hya!" The old man shouted as he smacked her right ass cheek, making the girl jump in surprise and pain before she began running off.
"Raise ya legs, ponygirl. Raise 'em high! Ya should be prancing proudly." He sternly commented as Abby was trotting off. She did her best with lifting her legs up high while running. It felt humiliating, but her womb mark glowed in appreciation of this.
The sound of the bell was all the man could perceive of her as she had pranced out of sight. He laughed to himself before turning around and heading back home. He had several trackers on the girl, so he could always track her down or send someone, if she needed rescue.
With her tits lifted high, and her legs imitating that of an equine, she was slowly making a turn, pointing her erect nipples towards where the ranch was. Her heels were glowing in shifting pink patterns, helping to illuminate the forest floor.
'Clink clank' sounded out loudly, as she was trotting through the dark forest. Pep in her step, bounce in her breasts, and beyond horny. She was on high alert for any sounds or movement.
Seeing a moving shadow, she nearly toppled over when a squirrel ran into hiding as she emerged from the shadows. This felt incredible. She was loving every moment of this. She didn't want to go home just yet. She wanted more. She felt like a pony, and she felt so pretty and elegant. She wished she could take a photo of herself. If her friends from her old life could see her now. They would be so impressed with her grace and dignity.
She was practicing her posture and gait as she pranced on. She wanted to excel at moving like this. She wished she could find a road so that she could hear the click clacks of her heels against the asphalt.
This was so much fun, it felt so good... This was all she wanted to do!
She wasn't sure how much time had passed. She was thriving in the excitement.
Seeing the lights from the barn, she trotted on, approaching it with curiosity. A cold breeze caressed her exposed ass crack. She felt goosebumps cover her skin as she moaned softly to herself.
Making her way inside, she looked around as she stood tall. The warmth from the cozy barn felt so nice. Her muffled hearing and limited vision robbed her of what was going on behind her. Farmhand Randy shut the Barn gate as he admired the pretty pony that had entered.
There was something unnaturally beautiful about a girl that had been willingly transformed into livestock. There was grace in surrender. He approached the docile equine with a wide smile across his face.
Abby heard the sound coming from behind. Turning around, she was standing face to face with the farmhand. He gave her an eager smile as he reached around her and pulled her a little closer. His left hand casually planted itself on her right tit, squeezing it tenderly.
"Good pony..." He cooed warmly as he stared into Abby's eyes. She was frozen stiff.
A brief moment of introspection had her asking herself a lot of questions. The core of which was a simple 'What is it I'm doing?' and 'Do I want this?'.
She wasn't actually sure. But, she was beyond horny at this point, and feeling like a pony was the best thing in the world. Her eyes relaxed as she threw her head a little back, stomping her right foot down, planting herself firmly where she stood. Seemingly willing and playful. It was her playtime after all.
Seeing Abby's relaxed state, she obviously wasn't against this continuing. Randy had gotten several stern talks and reprimands from George from his lack of consideration when it came to handling livestock.
Seeing her willingness to continue, he gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Beautiful pony Abby. Close your eyes, ya been good." He held around her butt with his right hand, keeping her in place, while his left hand found her crotch. Abby's pussy was dripping and glowing hot. He shoved a finger inside of her, hooking it upwards and giving the good girl a fitting reward.
Abby obeyed, closing her eyes when she was told to. Her nipples were hard and standing, conveying the absurd amount of pleasure this situation was giving her. Moaning lustfully as the man's finger plunged past her lower lips, into her quivering slit. She bucked her hips forward, desperate for the man to fingerfuck her.
Randy kissed the girl through the leather gag while fingering her. Before she could get her much needed release, he would pull the finger out of her.
Stomping her feet, Abby bent forward, arching back, presenting her tits to the man. She wanted him to finish what he had started. The bell rang loudly as her eyes begged the man to keep masturbating her.
"Sorry, ponygirl. But ya need ta fully look tha part first. I know George ain't likin' it when ya ponies change ya outfits, but he's fine with me doing that. So. Plop ya pretty ass down on that box, and I can give ya some fitting boots."
Abby sat down immediately. She presented her feet to the man as she couldn't do much more to assist. The metal yoke held her arms in place, and the gag denied her the chance to talk.
The bell clinked and clanked merrily. Randy removed her glowing heels, and showed her a much more fitting set of boots. They were tight, black, and framed by sturdy metal that would deny her the ability to shift her stance. In the end of the boots, thick metal horseshoes, giving her the appearance of having hooves.
"This will help ya be even prettier." His words fueled the flame that burned inside of her.
It felt incredible. She would have to balance herself perfectly to not fall, but she was strangely adaptive to these things. The new boots fit her perfectly, almost like it was ordered specifically for her.
Randy was really good at equipping Abby with these boots. He must've had a lot of experience with such. Realizing this made Abby hesitate for a moment before pushing any speculations aside. She couldn't wait to stand up and try her new horseshoes. There was a weirdly intimate moment shared between the two. Randy was quietly working while Abby watched in excitement. He held a strange power over her.
"And done. Stand up, pony." Randy said, breaking the long silence. He got up and gave her some space. Abby needed a few attempts to get up, having to balance through the restrictions of the new footwear. But, the girl quickly got used to it. She stood tall, strutting her stuff. She tested a few steps with her new boots, smiling behind the gag.
"What a good pony ya are." Randy said with an excited smile on his face. He caressed her cheek and Abby leaned into it, presenting her naked core to the man with zero inhibition or hesitation. She loved being complimented and praised. She wanted more. Cooing in satisfaction, she closed her eyes.
"George must've rewarded ya, hm? Ya out here to have fun?" He asked the happy pet. Abby nodded to his words. Randy had an idea.
"Well. I can give ya something really fun. Might be a bit ta much for ya, but... If ya feel ready, gimme a nod."
Abby nodded. She felt like she could take on whatever was coming her way. She was strong.
Opening one of the horse stalls, he brought Abby in with him. Pushing her in front of him, not saying anything else as he was guiding her into the hay-filled area.
She saw a strange metal frame in front of her.
"Ya so pretty. With tha new boots. Ya look almost perfect." He turned her around and held her lovingly, stroking her cheek with a kind hand.
Abby looked at the man with such sensual and dependent eyes. She felt like she was this man's pet, his pony. She wanted him to groom her, to pet and care for her. She wanted to feel treasured and cared for by him. She left herself very emotionally vulnerable.
In addition to her embracing this moment, a bit of drool was swinging back and forth from her lips. She couldn't really prevent saliva from trickling out.
Randy chuckled a little as he cleaned it off of her. She couldn't clean herself, so he had to do it for her.
A little time of cuddling and pampering later, and Randy finally spoke up.
"Now. I got something for ya..." He turned her around and positioned her in the strange metallic device. He placed her feet into metal restraints, and swapped out her yoke for a stationary version with slender metal, attached to the metal frame.
She was completely immobilized. She was trapped and completely at the man's mercy. Just to demonstrate how much in control he was, and how little she was, he placed his hand around her mouth and clamped her nose shut with his thumb. His right hand held around her tit, massaging it, while depriving the girl of air.
"Ya be a really pretty thing, Abby. Ya so pretty, it be incredible."
Abby had a little bit of air flow through her nose, but as she struggled with breathing through the limited space, Randy pushed harder, robbing her of the final sliver of air intake.
Finally letting the girl breathe in some air, he fixed a blindfold to her, attaching it to the mask. She was now blind, mute, restrained, and helpless. Her hearing was muffled and she couldn't locate the origin of sounds around her. Her naked tits and pussy felt so exposed. She shuddered as she felt like she experienced a small orgasm. What was this? Her senses were robbed, and this made her so incredibly horny. Every sensation she still had was amplified tenfold. Her skin prickled as nearly imperceivable shifts of air current made her moan in pleasure.
"Now..." She heard Randy's voice.
"Come here. That's right. Easy now. In here... Breed this pony. She be in heat."
Two sets of footsteps... Then she heard the gate to the stall open, and someone with heavy footsteps approached her.
Abby was panicking in her predicament. Fighting against the unyielding metal restraints, she whimpered. Tensing up, she tried to win some semblance of control back.
She won nothing.
The large man stumbled towards her. Eager grunts and heavy breathing was all she heard from the stranger.
'Is this man going to... breed me?'
She thought to herself. A jolt of excitement and fear surged through her.
A hand bumped against her face. The hand quickly found her mouth and began feeling her up and down, like he was trying to get an idea of how she looked through touch. His other hand grabbed around her ass, then quickly mapped out her basic physique, tracing her tight stomach up towards her firm, perky, and small tits, before going down towards her crotch.
The stranger's hands held around the metal on each side of her as he positioned himself straight in front of her. The huge cock of the stranger was pressing against her womb mark. The slippery head of the cock was really oily. The cock was warm and thick, throbbing in excitement, feeling her womb mark's heat, as the man was getting ready to fuck her. To... Breed her...
[Slopy] Daughter For Christmas Dinner 1 (Jessica is the main course for the family Christmas dinner.)
The Thompsons had an old and cherished Christmas tradition. Each Christmas morning all adult females drew straws to decide which one of them would be the "main course" for the evening's dinner. After the dinner, all the other adults would use her sexually in whatever way they wanted.
This year Jessica, the daughter in the family, had the luck to draw the longest straw. It would be her first time. As she lay there on the dinner table, bound with cuffs to an anal hook and gagged with an apple, she felt excitement mingled with nervosity. She had been allowed to participate for the first time last year, when her aunt had been the main course. Jessica had enjoyed it, but some of the others thought she had gone a little too soft on her aunt. It could get rough.
Soon she would find out what it was like to be on the receiving end...
[Slopy] Daughter For Christmas Dinner 2 Grandpa can't wait to fuck his Jessjess.
- Grandpa just couldn't wait any longer. As soon as Dad gave the green light for the "main course" to begin, he rushed to the table as fast as his old legs could carry him.
Grandpa: Jessjess, my sweet granddaughter, you have grown into such a beautiful young woman.
- Jessica, still bound and gagged, could only mumble through the apple.
Jessica: Mmfmomfff. (Please remove the apple, grandpa)
- Grandpa undressed quickly, more quickly than you would have thought that old man would undress.
Jessica: Fffmmmoffmmmf? (Can you at least untie me?)
- But Grandpa didn't have time for that. He turned her around and pulled her to the edge of the table. He could have been more gentle, Jessica thought, as the anal hook was pushed deeper into her ass while being manhandled.
Jessica: Mmfff?! (Ouch?!)
- Grandpa's dick was rock hard. She had heard Grandma complain that he "couldn't get it up" any longer, but now he apparently had no problem. He entered her pussy.
Grandpa: Oh Jessjess!
[Slopy] Daughter For Christmas Dinner 3 (It's Dad's turn to enjoy main course Jessica. )
As soon as Grandpa was done, Dad took his place. He had taken off his pants, but kept the shirt and jacket on. His dick was erect, and Jessica couldn't help staring at it. Dad turned her around, much like Grandpa had done before, while humming a Christmas song. Once again the anal hook pushed further into her ass. It hurt a little, but it was a sweet pain. Dad pulled her to the edge of the table, so her breasts and head were in the air. He took the apple from her mouth and threw it on the floor.
Dad: We won't need that anymore.
Jessica: Finally, thanks Dad! Now if you could just - mmmfmfmff?! (untie me?!)
- Dad shoved his dick into her mouth.
Dad: What was that, Jessica? Can you say it again?
Jessica: Mmffommmfffmm! (If you take your dick out of my mouth!)
Dad: You want to give me the blowjob of my life? That's what I want to hear! Keep sucking, Jessica dear.
Abby Chapter 1 - 14
