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 Dr.  Stern's Menagerie - 26

   Hank learns his fate from Dr.  Stern; Jane is returned to the farm;
Keiko prepares Katsuko for geisha duty; Shruti is in suspense, literally;
Velvet pulls a cart for Luisa.

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   Roger was seated in his favorite chair in the living room when Hank was
brought in, naked with his hands cuffed behind his back.  Someone had
thoughtfully rinsed the filth from the shit cell off of him.  "Hello, Hank,
remember me?"

   Hank looked up for a moment, just long enough to see Roger before
returning his gaze to the floor.  "Yes, you're Dr.  Stern, the man that my
ex-wife sued."

   "I should explain why you're here.  The settlement money your wife
received belonged to some powerful men who didn't appreciate the payout. 
Their accountants have been busy tracking down everyone connected with that
money, and it would seem you had some."

   Hank spoke in low tones.  "I swear I had nothing to do with that
lawsuit. Beverly gave me some of the money is all.  I warned her, Doctor, I
told her no good was going to come of it.  But she didn't listen to me, she
had her head filled with crazy ideas by that damned lawyer.  Then when she
disappeared, I ended up going to Vegas and losing half of the money, and I
gave the rest to that lying slut Tiffany.  God, how I hate that bitch.  But
the boy, he's my son.  I don't care whose DNA he has, he's my son." Hank
raised his head again, looking at his captor.  "How is he?  Is he safe?"

   Roger chuckled.  "Yes, Hank, he's perfectly fine and in good hands. 
From what they tell me, he loves being breastfed and drinks like a
bottomless pit.  The interesting thing, Hank, is he's being breastfed by
your ex-wife."

   Hank's head jerked up, wide-eyed.  "BEVERLY?"

   "Yes and no.  She's not the same person, really.  She's been
brainwashed, after a fashion.  Her name is now Julia, and she belongs to my
associate, Jimmy.  She's having his baby, in fact.  Her milk has come in,
so it made sense for her to wet-nurse your boy."

   Hank sank to his knees.  "I don't believe it.  Beverly?  Pregnant?"

   Roger scowled.  "No, the woman known as Beverly no longer exists in her
mind.  As I told you, she's not the same person.  She's Julia now.  If you
go reminding her of her old life, there's no telling what it will do to her
mind.  My associate Jimmy is quite fond of her, and if you go fucking
around with her head he'll take it quite badly.  And I can assure you, my
little friend, that it would not end well for you."

   "You see, enslaving her was part of my revenge.  Since I've restarted my
life I've become quite interested in having children.  I was denied that
pleasure when I was married, so I'm making up for it now.  Along with
babies, I'm interested in getting revenge on people who wronged me.  In
some cases that even includes physical modifications."

   Hank's eyes got wide.  "But Doc, I had nothing to do with that lawsuit!
I swear," he protested desperately.  Roger's hand shot out and slapped Hank
hard on the side of the head.

   "Let me remind you, Hank, that I'm the boss here.  I decide who's guilty
now.  And while my friends may refer to me as `Doc', you are not my friend.
You, your cock, your wife and your son are my possessions.  You will
address me only as `Doctor', or I'll make sure you regret it."

   He took a deep breath, then continued.  "I'm not angry with you about
the lawsuit; in fact, I quite like you.  You were a medic in the first Gulf
War, and you've been a very good caretaker even though that baby boy isn't
yours.  That's why I'd like to make you an offer.  The current nurse in my
clinic is very pregnant and soon won't be able to assist me.  I'm going to
need another need another nurse.  You've got the skills."

   Hank relaxed a bit.  "OK, sure, I could do that."

   "There's just one thing.  The men we treat won't like having a male
nurse.  I'll need to disguise you as a woman, maybe do a few things to make
you look more feminine.  I've noticed that you look a lot like your wife. I
might even make you and Tiffany look like twins."


   Hank hesitated.  "What choice do I have?"

   Roger gave a slight chuckle.  "None, actually.  I will do one thing for
you, though.  Before we start feminizing you, since you never actually had
the chance I'm going to allow you to knock up your wife.  Now come here and
turn around." Hank walked over to Roger, turning around as he was told.  He
felt Roger unlock the handcuffs.  "Lower your hands to your sides and keep
them there, then face me." Hank obeyed.  His cock was level with Roger's
face, about a foot away.  Roger reached up and fondled his slave's balls.
"I don't feel any unusual lumps, that's good." Taking the head of the penis
between his fingers, he lifted it up and gave it a visual inspection.  "The
shaft looks good as well."

   Hank stood still as Roger reached down into the medical bag that was
sitting on the side table, and pulled out something shiny.  The naked man
gasped in shock as Roger guided the flaccid member into a cold metal
chastity cage, slipped a ring under the base of his ballsack, then secured
the chastity cage to the cock ring.

   Reaching into the bag again, Roger pulled out a small padlock and
secured the two pieces together at the top with a firm click.  He gave it a
quick tug to make sure it was secure, then stood up, looking down at the
smaller man.

   "Hank, I'm a reasonable man.  I'll allow you to screw Tiffany as much as
you like.  After all, she is your own wife.  However, to avoid the
temptation to dip your wick into the livestock, your cock will remain
locked up in this cage.  Don't worry, there's a hole in the end so you can
piss, but otherwise your dick will remain out of service."

   ****************************

   Jimmy, Bennie and Marcus were unloading unmarked boxes from a truck
backed up to the barn.  Inside, Roger was busy unpacking them.  Keiko
waddled up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her
6-month baby bump into his lower back.  "What is all this, my husband?"

   Still in her arms, he turned to face her.  His hands caressed her
swollen tits, and milk stains began to show on the front of her sweatshirt.
"I realized that we have several babies on the way but no supplies.  I
ordered a bunch of breast pumps, strollers, cribs, several rocking chairs
and a ton of diapers.  Oh, and one other thing," he smiled, caressing her
protruding stomach, "I also ordered an ultrasound machine to see what's
going on in there." Roger made sure Keiko was facing away from the door to
prevent her from seeing a last box containing the electroshock unit.

   Just then, Jimmy stuck his head in the door.  "Hey Doc, a couple of
County Sheriff deputies are here, and they said they got something belongs
to you."

   When Roger walked outside, the police cruiser was parked in the drive,
Deputies Kimble and Morrison standing next to it.  "Afternoon, gentlemen.
What beings you out our way?"

   Deputy Kimble walked up and shook Roger's hand.  "Looks like one of your
patients got loose, Doc, so we brought her back."

   Deputy Morrison opened the back door and Jane's toeless bare feet
emerged, the bottoms mutilated by the gravel, dirt and plants she had
walked through.  Her long shapely legs emerged next, also scratched up from
her frantic excursion.  When her feet reached the ground, the officer
reached in and took her by the upper arm, helping her all the way out.  Her
hands were handcuffed behind her.  She was smeared with dirt and dried mud,
with her lips cracked and bleeding and much of her naked upper body a
bright red from sunburn.

   Deputy Kimball explained, "We found her walking out of a cornfield on
Donaldson Road, Doc, naked except for a few scraps of cloth she was trying
to cover herself with.  We figured she was some hippie girl on dope, so we
put her against the car and cuffed her." Roger looked at the hood of the
car and saw the tit prints in the dust where Jane had been pressed against
the dusty hot metal.

   "When we saw the brand on her, we knew she was one of your troubled
women so we brought her back to you.  She really was delusional, maybe it
was sunstroke, but she kept going on about how she was a championship
runner.  I'm sure all your gals say they're prisoners, right Doc?"

   "Exactly, Deputy.  Thanks for bringing her back.  I'll let Sheriff
Sandstrom know how much we appreciate you keeping an eye out." Roger shook
hands with each of the officers, surreptitiously slipping a $100 bill in
each of their hands.

   The two deputies got in the squad car and drove away.  Roger turned to
Jane and clipped a leash on the D-ring of her posture collar to lead her
inside "I wasn't worried when you turned up missing, I was certain that
you'd be found.  We take good care of our local peace officers, and they
take good care of us.  The fact that our clinic is eight miles from town
while the hospital emergency room is 35 miles is helpful, you know.  I set
a broken arm for Deputy Kimble's son just last month, in fact.  No fees, no
insurance, just good healthcare!" He tugged at her collar, and she gave out
a small yip as the edge bit into her sunburned neck.  "Well, my long-legged
beauty, let's get you inside and cleaned up." Jane did not respond, but
looked down, defeated, as they crossed the farmyard.

   "You were very disobedient running away, you know.  I'm quite
displeased. I'll have Jimmy hang some bells on those rings so we'll hear
you tinkle every time you take a step.  However, I can't punish you too
harshly.  The blood test I did on you two days ago showed you're pregnant.
Along with your sunburn you're quite dehydrated, so I'm going to hook you
up to an IV and get some fluids in you.  Dehydration in the first trimester
can cause limb deformities or worse, and I won't have you jeopardizing that
baby's health."

   "Your precious cargo aside, since you insisted on escaping like a wild
animal, I've decided to make you one.  Effective today, you are forbidden
to speak.  You've become just another beast here on the farm.  Your name
will be `Twiga' - it's Swahili for `giraffe'." If you obey, I will allow
you to be human again.  Try to escape again, and you will be an animal
forever."

   "After your sunburn heals, Snake will tattoo your name at the base of
your throat, like a permanent dog tag." He stopped, and traced his fingers
in the small cleft between her collarbones, then on her upper chest.  "I'll
also have him tattoo a giraffe-skin pattern all around your neck, on your
chest above your tits, a nice pattern sleeve on your upper arms, and a nice
12-inch swath down your back from your neck to your tailbone.  It will be
very decorative, and every time you look at your own skin you'll be
reminded that you're a slave and as much animal as human." His fingers
traced the ridge of her nose., then across her cheek bones.  "Don't worry,
your face will still be beautiful.  But if you disobey again, I'll have him
do the rest of you from your hairline on down to the ends of your feet." He
chuckled softly.  "I would have said `to the tips of your toes', but that
won't apply to you, now will it?  Please show me you understand."

   Tears forming in her eyes, Twiga nodded.

   ****************************

   Katsuko lay on the exam table, conscious but immobile from the small
dose of Rohypnol in the water Keiko had forced her to drink.  Her head was
being held steady by support cushions.  Keiko had just finished applying
white powder to her sister's face and neck, leaving some bare skin around
the hairline in the traditional Japanese Geisha style.  This gave the
appearance of a mask made of stunning white skin.

   Keiko expertly used a black eyebrow pencil to draw in the eyebrow
shapes, then switched to a red liquid eyeliner on her top eyelids. 
Finally, she applied a black liquid liner to the bottom lids.

   "Just like when we were girls, dear sister," Keiko said in a low voice,
"remember?" Using a thin lip brush and a vivid red lipstick, she painted a
small, pouty shape on Katsuko's lips, making sure the rest of her lips were
covered in white foundation.

   Katsuko felt her limp legs being lifted; A second set of hands was
assisting while Keiko was putting them in sheer white thigh high stockings
with opaque ruffles, topped with light blue satin bows.  "She was a whore
even then, Luisa, always mooning after my boyfriends.  Even after I was
married, she would flirt with my husband.  When I was in the hospital
giving birth he was at home, fucking her in our bed.  I know this because
Tashiro told me all about it to humiliate me.  And we know how fast she was
back in his bed after I had disappeared, don't we?  She couldn't wait to
get her claws in him."   Keiko turned back to her sister.  Katsuko
felt her feet being slid into a shoe of some kind, but as her feet entered
them and they were laced onto her calves she realized these were no
ordinary shoes.  "In case you may be entertaining the idea of running away,
dear sister, I wouldn't advise it.  These are 9-inch spike-heeled ballet
boots.  They cause discomfort just by walking; you'll find that your calves
will cramp and sting after just a few minutes.  Running will be quite
impossible."

   Keiko ran her hand over Katsuko's belly, right above her womb.  "My
husband has inserted a progestin birth control implant in your arm so you
won't get pregnant for at least 3 years.  You'll need it.  Tonight, in
fact. After you are fully awake I've arranged a party for you in the barn.
You'll meet Paulie, Marcus, Jimmy, Francisco, Ray, and a few others.  They
will fuck you in every hole, and sometimes all your holes at once.  You
will show them what a true slut you are.  After a man has given you his cum
you will thank him and beg for more.  You will do this until every man is
drained.  If you do not, or if you are uncooperative in any way, my Luisa
will punish you with the stun baton.  After the party, you will be chained
up in her room, hers to control."

   Keiko walked to where Katsuko could see her, took Luisa in her arms and
kissed her deeply.  "Train her well, my little flower.  Show her no mercy.
I must leave, as I have another who requires my attention."

   Luisa walked around her new toy, trailing her fingernails along
Katsuko's skin.  In some areas, the sensation resulted in a slight muscular
response.  "So, you can feel things", she whispered softly.  Luisa moved
down between the immobile woman's legs, gently bending and positioning them
to expose her pussy.  "I wonder if you can feel THIS." Bending her head,
she slipped her tongue in the slit between her pussy lips.  This elicited a
shiver, and a slight moan from Katusko's mouth.  Encouraged, Luisa began
lapping at the warm spot, her tongue painting the woman's clit, inner labia
and the rim of her vaginal opening.

   Her pussy still sensitive from the regular stimulation she received
during her abduction, Katsuko began to physically respond.  Her arms and
legs involuntarily jerked as Luisa kept up her oral stimulation.  As the
shaking became more intense, Luisa suddenly pulled her face away and
climbed off the exam table.  Her climax denied, Katsuko gave sad weak moan.
Luisa walked over and lowered her face next to Katsuko's.  The smell of
fresh pussy crept into the older woman's nostrils.  "I've tasted your
sister's intimate parts more times than I can count," Luisa said.  "It's a
tangy taste, rather sharp.  But your pussy tastes slightly different,
almost buttery.  I think I shall enjoy having you as a slave."

   ****************************

   Shruti awoke; she was naked and floating, a large ball gag in her mouth.
Drool ran off her chin, dripped down onto the concrete below her.  The
floor below was parallel to her body.  Her head hung down and her neck was
stiff; her back and legs felt like they were on fire.  Her arms were
extended to either side like she was flying, her legs apart by use of a
spreader bar.  As her head cleared she realized she was suspended over the
floor, and could feel the metal hooks in her skin, feel the tightness of
the stretched flesh as she hung there.  There was also something metal in
her anus, pulling it uncomfortably upwards.  She tried to turn her head
back to see, but every movement caused another wave of horrifying pain to
run through her.  She passed out again.

   An ampule of smelling salts broken under her nose brought her back to
consciousness.  Now, not only was there fiery pain in her back from being
suspended, there was additional crushing pain from every toe and finger. 
She turned her head gingerly and saw each of her fingertips encased in
small metal clamps, and could only assume her toes had gotten the same
treatment.  Her nipples ached from what felt like clips pinching them, her
tits elongated by the fishing weights stretching them downward.

   A woman's voice spoke from behind Shruti, positioned at a point out of
her line of sight.  "For someone who was such so tough in the courtroom,
you're not so tough now.  Do not lose consciousness again, stupid bitch.  I
want you awake when the Master arrives."

   She heard a door open, then the woman's voice spoke again.  "Surprise,
my love!  I'm sure you remember the lawyer who went after you, Shruti Nair?
I asked Jimmy to see if Mr.  Amato would bring her as a gift for you from
me, and he was happy to help." A small hand touched Shruti's ass, then
lightly pushed.  She screamed behind the ball gag.

   "This is the art of body suspension.  I asked Snake to teach me.  The
trick is to distribute the weight evenly, or her skin will split open.  He
said I was a very good student, and that I did it just right.  See how the
skin is stretched, but she's barely bleeding?  Six hooks in the back, two
on each leg, and two on each arm.  The main hooks are big stainless steel
salmon fishhooks with the barbs removed, attached to nylon ropes.  The one
in her bottom doesn't support her; it's merely to maximize her discomfort.
See?  Just pull this line here." Shruti felt a hard tug from the metal
piece deep in her rectum, and behind the gag she squealed in pain.

   "Every movement causes her pain, so she will want to move as little as
possible.  However, it will be difficult with this." Shruti felt something
cold and wet pressed against her rosebud, then forcefully pushed into her
rectum.  "This is an herbal treatment from Asia - a finger of peeled ginger
root, shaped like a long cone, inserted into the anus without lubrication
of any kind.  It is totally harmless, but the ginger juices causes a mild
burning sensation and extreme arousal.  The patient will become twitchy,
jumpy and very lively." Shruti gave a mournful moan; the heat from the
ginger was rapidly creeping up into her rectum.  Involuntarily she
wriggled, and pain shot through her like lightning.

   "Snake set up the pulley system for me as well.  The bitch is like a big
marionette.  Your puppet, darling." The suspended woman felt her skin
tugged in several places, and was lifted a few more inches off the floor.
The pain of gravity fighting the hooks for her body was startling, and she
beneath the gag she attempted to howl.  "She is yours.  Are you pleased,
Master?"

   Shruti heard a deep voice chuckle.  "Oh, Keiko, you have really outdone
yourself.  Remove her gag, she's got a lot of questions to answer."

   Ever the obedient Japanese slave, Keiko removed the large ball that held
Shruti's jaws wide.  The Indian woman drew in a large gulp of air, and
began pleading.  "Please, let me go!  It hurts so much, my father is a CEO
and very rich!  He'll give you whatever you ask!"

   "Oh, no, Counselor Nair.  Your father won't be able to give me my old
life back will he?" Having said that, he pushed against her head, causing
to swing slightly.  She screamed at the fresh rush of pain, tears running
down her face.

   "PLEASE!  It HURTS, I can't STAND IT!!!" Roger lifted her head up by the
hair and smiled.

   "On the contrary, counselor, this is hardly life threatening.  With
proper care to make sure none of your hook holes get infected, we could
feed you intravenously and you could hang here for weeks.  And we can even
make it more uncomfortable for you." He turned to his adoring wife. 
"Keiko, fetch some small candles.  Light them, and place them under the
fishing weights pulling Ms.  Nair's impressive titties earthward.  We'll
see how she likes it when the heat climbs up the metal chains and toasts
her nipples."

   Keiko immediately left to do Roger's bidding.  "I fear, counselor, that
you'll soon be screaming so much you may lose your voice.  Let me put a
proposal to you while you can still respond.  I will release you if you beg
me to do some work on you."

   "Y-y-yes, anything," Shruti said in a painful whisper, "just please let
me down."

   "I've been doing some research lately on cosmetic surgery and I'd like
to try out a few new techniques I've learned, using you as my test
subject."

   Shruti lifted her head, not sure if she heard the Doctor.  "W-w-what?"
Try as she might, she could not stay still now; the strong tingling from
the ginger in her ass was making her move involuntarily.  The pain from her
hooks was increasing, like a dense fog encasing her mind.  She felt faint,
very close to losing consciousness.

   "I said, I want to use you as my test subject.  The process would take a
few weeks; I'll do a nip here, a tuck there, and you'll end up looking even
more beautiful - so exotic you'll be almost feline." Keiko stepped into the
room, two tiny tea candles in her hands.  She positioned them directly
under the fishing weights.

   The heat from the candle flames crept up, and immediately Shruti could
feel her nipples beginning to burn.  She moved again to keep the heat of
the flames off the sensitive skin in her nipples, and another wave of pain
swept through her.  In spite of herself, her litigation training compelled
her to argue, her voice strained.  "This is insane.  Please!  My father
will make you a rich man if you send me home!"

   Roger knelt down so his face was even with hers and stoked her hair. 
"Oh kitten, you're still not understanding me.  There is no way out of here
for you.  You ruined my life.  I don't want your father's money.  I intend
to make you a slave, and humiliate you every day for the rest of your life.
Maybe I'll even have some fun and send your father some of your pictures,
just to torture him."

   "Right now, you have a choice to make.  Stay hanging and in terrible
pain for weeks, or beg me to change you." He signaled to Keiko with his
hand, and she moved the candles directly beneath Shruti's pussy.  She could
smell her pubic hair as it began to singe.  Waves of pain rolled over her
as she moved to avoid this new torture, and she involuntarily cried out
again.  Roger chuckled.  "Better hurry.  Soon you won't have a voice left
to beg with, and that would be unfortunate."

   "PLEASE!" she screamed.  "I want you to use me!  I'll do anything you
ask, just please let me DOWN!"

   The heat from the candles went away, and Shruti felt herself being
lowered to the floor.  She lay there sobbing as the hooks were taken out of
her.  Parts of her skin still felt like they were on fire, but her pain
lessened considerably.  The ginger root was pulled roughly from her ass.

   She lay on the floor, small trickles of blood running down her sides
from the hook holes.  Relief flowed into her extremities as the clamps were
removed from her fingers and toes.  She felt herself beginning to lose the
battle to remain conscious.

   Roger continued, "After Keiko cleans you up and bandages your wounds,
your transformation to something less than human will begin.  You'll be
chained in a stall in the barn.  There will be a litter box for you to
relieve yourself in." He looked down and saw that Shruti had passed out
again.  He turned towards Keiko.  "Let's start with some physical training.
Once she regains her appetite, don't feed her until she's able to clean her
pussy with her tongue as a cat would.  And we'll start her off eating cat
food; however, if she manages to bend that extra bit and clean her own
asshole reward her with a fine meal of tandoori fish.  It makes perfect
sense, as cats love fish, isn't that right, my love?"

   Keiko obediently bowed at the waist, Japanese style.  "Yes, my husband.
Consider it done." After he left, she bent over so her lips were right next
to Shruti's ear.  "You will suffer, lawyer bitch, and I shall enjoy
watching you!" she hissed.

   ****************************

   Velvet felt her shoulder being softly shaken.  After her meeting with
Roger she had cried herself into a deep sleep.  She head Luisa's soft
voice. "Wake up, pretty pony." She felt the soft kiss of Luisa's lips on
her cheek, and she raised her arms to embrace the dark-skinned girl and
pull her close.  Luisa pushed her away, giving Velvet a mild slap on the
face.  Shocked, Velvet's eyes opened wide to see her trainer wearing an
equestrian riding helmet, calf-high riding boots, and a pair of bib
overalls that exposed the sides of her tits and barely covered her pregnant
belly.

   "Stop that!" she hissed quietly, "Someone tried to run away the other
day, so the Master may be watching closely.  We're putting on a little show
today, so behave yourself or we'll both be punished." She then spoke a
little louder.  "We'll groom you later.  First, we need to exercise you."
Luisa took Velvet by the collar, pulling her to her feet.  "Let's get you
set up in your cart tack."

   Luisa handed Velvet a pair of latex panties, split from above her pussy
to the middle of her ass crack.  "Put these on.  Wearing them, you can pee
or poo if you need to and still look good." After Velvet pulled them up,
Luisa grabbed her wrists and roughly spun her around.  Velvet felt her arms
being slipped into a single arm sleeve, binding her arms tightly, from her
fingertips to just above her elbows.  Guiding the taller woman to her
knees, Luisa fitted a posture collar around the ponygirl's neck, forcing
her head up high.  Lifting Velvet's feet, she slipped on knee-high pony
boots and zipped them up.  Taking Velvet by the upper arm, she helped her
stand.  Velvet had never worn such tall boots; the front platform was about
4", fixed in a tiptoe position with a very steep instep that led to an 8"
heel.  After about 2 minutes, Velvet could already feel the arches of her
feet straining while just standing still.  The height of the hoof boots
combined with her arms bound behind her made Velvet a bit unsteady, but she
somehow managed to stay upright.

   The hood was next.  It was an isolation hood with metal blinder flaps
closed over the eyeholes; her chin was also restrained; only Velvet's mouth
was exposed.  Luisa pulled Velvet's long red hair through a hole in the top
rear and tied it, forming a shining red ponytail.  After that was fitted,
Luisa forced a rubber coated metal bit into the Velvet's mouth and buckled
it tightly behind her head.

   Velvet felt Luisa fit her with a harness Velvet hadn't worn before.  She
felt three straps secured tightly around her body, across her body above
and below her breasts, making them thrust out prominently, and one around
the waist.  Then Luisa threaded one between the taller woman's legs. 
Velvet could hear the clink of D-rings as Luisa tightened a wide belt
around her waist, cinching her belly in.  Next, the Mexican girl tightened
the crotch strap so it spread the opening in the crotchless panties and
smashed the pale-skinned labia beneath.  Velvet whinnied in pain as the
metal pussy rings pressed in tightly against the tender flesh beneath.

   She shook her head and pawed the ground with a hoof to try and let Luisa
how uncomfortable it was, but a very sharp slap on her ass cheeks put an
end to that.  When finished, Velvet's head was up high, her arms bound
behind her, pulling her shoulders back and thrusting her tits out even
more. She felt a tugging on her nipples, then heard jingles as Luisa
finished attaching a bell to each one.

   Luisa opened the blinders so Velvet could now see straight ahead. 
Snapping a leash onto the posture collar, she led her ponygirl outside the
horse barn and into the yard.  A sulky sat waiting, the two-wheeled single
seat with a blanket folded on it.  It was set low on a metal frame over two
wire wheels.  To the right of the seat a buggy whip extended vertically,
its handle held in a pipe converted to a holder.  The sight of the whip
caused Velvet's stomach to tighten.  She had been trained with crops, but
never a whip.  From below the seat and foot area a single bar protruded
forward and then split into a U-shaped yoke resting on the ground, with
D-rings and short chains on the ends.

   Luisa lined up Velvet near the forward part of the yoke.  Then she
lifted the bar so that the yoke arms came up on either side of Velvet, and
attached the chains to the D-rings on Velvet's waist harness.  For the
moment Velvet could only feel a slight downward pressure from the weight of
the sulky, but there was no one in the seat yet.  Luisa attached a single
light chain from a ring in front of the seat, then to the back of Velvet's
collar.  Attaching the reins to the rings on each of Velvet's nipples,
Luisa brought them back and placed them across a bar just above the foot
area in front of the sulky, then awkwardly maneuvered her pregnant body
into the seat.

   Because of the blinders, Velvet couldn't see anywhere but forward.  She
could tell by the tighteness of the reins pulling on her nipples that Luisa
had picked them up.  She felt the reins go up and slap down on her
shoulders, and took this as a sign to begin pulling.

   Velvet heard the whisper of the buggy whip through the air, then felt
the sharp sting across her ass cheeks.  She cried out in painful surprise.
"Faster, bitch," she heard Luisa command, and she tried to pick up her pace
as best she could with the painful hoof boots.

   With the blinders on, Velvet had no idea where she was going.  But there
was no need to see, the reins told her when to turn.  The buggy whip on her
back and rear told her when she wasn't pulling hard enough.  Her little
Mistress was demanding her best today, and she tried very hard to comply.
Tears ran down the outside of the hood as the pain in her feet combined
with the repeated sting of the whip.

   Luisa steered Velvet down a path to a wooded area at the edge of the
farm property and pulled her to a stop under the trees.  Velvet stood
whickering quietly, her skin sweating from being driven hard, red welts on
her back and her ass cheeks from the whip.  Luisa climbed down off the
sulky, taking the blanket and spreading it on the ground.

   She unclipped the reins and took out Velvet's bit, then removed the yoke
chains from the d-rings on the waist strap.  Clipping a lead on the posture
collar, Luisa led Velvet to the blanket and made her kneel, then laid her
on her side.  "I'm sorry I can't release you entirely, mi corazon," the
pregnant girl whispered.  "If we're gone too long, the Master may wonder
what we've been up to, so I'll have to keep you in your tack - except
for...." Undoing the bit strap, she pulled it from Velvet's mouth and their
lips met, softly and gently before Luisa pulled away.

   Luisa spread her ponygirl's legs, then undid the crotch strap.  Velvet
whinnied in relief, then gasped in pleasure as Luisa's tongue began to lap
at her abused pussy lips.  Her body began to tremble in the restraints as
her young pregnant caretaker brought her closer to climax.  The bells on
Velvet's nipples tinkled gently as Luisa's hands reached up and gently
caressed her tits, thrills running all through her body.  Her orgasm hit
hard and Velvet cried out, pressing her crotch into her brown lover's face.
"OH LUISA!  YES!  OH YES!" Luisa was rewarded with a warm spray of urine
flooding her mouth, overflowing down her chin.  She slurped it up greedily.

   Afterwards, Luisa lay next to her ponygirl and once again gently kissed
her lips, her hands roaming up and down the long lean body.  Velvet could
taste her own juices and piss as she ran her tongue around the girl's lips
to savor the moment.

   "Well, well, aren't you two a pair...." A deep male voice interrupted
their reverie; both their heads jerked around to see Roger standing there,
hands on his hips and a frown on his face.