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A quick wink to Leo, missed by both Penny and Amy singalled him to be ready with the air compressor. He knew that the screaming orgasm and squirt of ejactulate that Kaya liked to bestow on her slaves was as clear as a flare going off in the night sky.

Amy gave a horrified sob as Kaya lifted her foot up onto the hitching bar, the sharp stiletto heel spearing down only an inch away from her newly massive tit. For a second Amy was astounded that anyone could raise their knee so impossibly high without falling, let alone on such frightening heels - and then her shock was diverted in quite another direction as Mistress Kaya lewdly popped the latches on her creepy kinky uniform and displayed her perfect, bald pussy to the terrified girl's shocked face.

The musky waft of feminine arousal made poor Amy gag, and her face went white as Kaya's grip tightened in her hair.

Amy did want to make Kaya happy, she wanted desperately to please the insane sadist now towering over her - Kaya's kindness was the first she'd heard since she was happily drinking with her sister, and she utterly dreaded being hurt again.

But at the same time the sight of another woman's pussy turned poor Amy's straight little stomach.

"Please Mistress Kaya" Amy whimpered, her voice pathetically polite, as if she was back in a schoolroom from her childhood "Please I'm sorry, but I'm... Aaaah!! I'm straight! Please!! I... I'm not homophobic I'm sure you're - aaaugh! - lovely, b-b-but please I don't want, I don't know how to, I, Mistress Kaya, no, wait, wai-mmpllhhhgghk!!"

Amy's protests became shriller and shriller, more and more staccato as Kaya remorselessly pulled her forward by the hair, letting Amy's gasping protests flood her mouth with the bitter tang of Kaya's musk before she forced the poor girl's face against her dripping cunt, grinding her there so that Amy's nose was buried in Kaya's slick pink folds, basted in bitter juices, the raven-haired sadist revelling in Amy's fright and distaste.

Amy was gagging now, choking on cunt, her skin slick with Kaya's cream as she was roughly facefucked, her mouth filling with the Mistress's bitter wetness despite her best efforts to keep her lips clamped shut...

...and then Kaya reached down with her free hand, gripped Amy's nipple extender... And pulled.

Amy screamed into Kaya's cunt, jerking forwards to lesson the tension on her nipple, squealing again as her clit leash not only stopped her short but yanked at Penny's swollen bud too, so leaving her sister moaning in misery, staring at her sister's subjugation in growing horror, sick at the sight of Amy's forced service.

And Kaya kept up the tension on Amy's teat, simply snapping "Tongue, pony! Put that lazy worthless tongue to work or you'll lose it!"

Amy sobbed again in pure horrible terror, and began to clumsily lick, gagging as she filled her mouth with Kaya's grool, and above her the Mistress moaned in blissful satisfaction.

"Thaaaaat's it. Good girl. Goooood girl. See?" Kaya's tone was soft now, husky, her words stretching out as if she were soothing a spooked animal rather than a straight woman being forced to eat cunt for the first time in her sheltered little life. "See how easy this is? Gooood girl Amy. You make Mistress happy and I'll minimise the pain. You let Mistress down, or your dumb freak sister let's Mistress down..." Kaya paused and tightened her grip back on Amy's already straining nipple, twisting savagely for emphasis as she concluded: "you'll wish. You. Were. Dead."

Kaya's laugh turned to a moan as Amy screamed against her pussy again, the vibrations of the kneeling ponygirl's pain translating into delicious pleasure for Kaya. And although Amy's tongue was slow, clumsy, instinctively curling away from the dripping cunt that was almost drowning her in Kaya's slick hot juices, the sheer power Kaya felt in that moment was enough to make her orgasm.

With an almost banshee wail Kaya gripped Amy's hair in a fist of iron, pinning her in place as she rolled her hips, violently fucking herself against her captive, grinding down on Amy's nose like it was a living dildo for her pleasure and as Kaya bucked and wailed she came, a torrent of bitter girlcum spraying over Amy's face as Kaya squirted, dripping and soaking Amy's swollen tits as they sat shelved on the hitching bar…

...and even as Amy shrieked in skin-crawling disgust, Leo hit the button and both tailplugs suddenly ballooned, deploying with the speed of airbags inside Penny and Amy's tight arses and producing a sudden, instant explosion of agony as the myriad sensors calculated strain and capacity and pressure at the speed of light, driving each howling girl's body to the absolute limit until the staging area echoed with the screaming of ponies in pain and Kaya in pleasure.

The van, the shipping plug, nothing could have prepared the girls for this.Both girls were instantly aware of every inch inside , their rectums instantly straightened out and filled by the inflatable intruder. Both couldn’t see but were sure they were look down and see a bulge from their stomachs, it felt so big and long

“UUUUGHGGGGHH NO NO NO NO TAKE IT OUT PLEAAASSSEE ITS KILLING MMMMMME” Penny begged looked at Kaya and begged, feeling like she was begging for her life.

Amy, her mind still out of focus, shook her head with eyes shut and just creamed and screamed and screamed, spittle mixed with Kaya juices flying everywhere as she opened her eyes and struggled as hard as she could, looking for an exit, a savior, anyway to end all this. All she managed to do was to yank around her clit chain more in a panic hurting both the girls.

The renewed struggle made it clear the arms of the girls needed to be restrained, simply chained behind them the girls hands clenched and unclenched and pulled at the shackles as they tried to get loose. One by one the girls' arms were folded behind them, wrist to opposite elbow and bound in thick leather straps. Not the most restricting form of her the ponies, butthe trainers had raised concerns that the reverse arm prayer on day one with these tits would cause the girls to continuously topple over.

Penny continued to beg “P-P-Please. AGGHHH” She cries our as her arms are tightened much more than need to be. “PLEASE. Just make it a little smaller. We can’t take it.” She looked over at Amy who just cried hysterically now, with long wails mixed in like an inconsolable child. “Please...Even if you just deflate Amy’s a b---GLLLRRKKK”

While she bargained, a head harness with a very large ring gag slipped over her head and was buckled in.

Kaya clipped up her leotard and glowered down at Penny “As yes, the Madam has a very special gag for a cock hungry slut like you.” Penny’s head was yanked back harshly as more implements attached to her head harness and the front of her posture color, down below her chin.

“This special gag will give you all the cock you want, all day. I just hope you’re good at deepthroating...I really do recommend it as a skill you pick up during your stay here”

A long, curved, black appendage appears below Penny, just out of her vision. Taking in Kaya’s words and unable to close her mouth, she nervously mews and she prepares for the next torture

Amy is silenced as her gag is inserted, unlike Penny she has just been given a regular pony bit gag with a large rubber . It’s pulled back until it stretches her lips open at the sides and the size of it forces her to bite down.

Kaya stalks slowly behind the girls, her boots methodically clicking loudly on the floor like a doomsday clock.

"I think we're almost ready for our first day together girls.Lets get you ....UP!" On the last word she gives both girls head harness a a good hard yank back to stand them up tall, driving the dildo into Penny's throat.

Penny couldn't help sobbing as Kaya ordered her up, jerking the head harness so that Penny's throat was suddenly plugged by the thick, curving rubber cock. Penny's brown eyes bulged in shock and horror, the cock staying rammed into her throat and crushing against the tightly buckled posture collar until Penny was choking, stumbling back upwards without her hands to help her, her elbows and shoulders protesting at the tension, her massive udders quivering as she struggled for balance...

...and only when Penny was upright did Mistress Kaya release the head harness and ease the pressure of the cock gag, letting it sag back out of Penny's throat as the counterweight swung back and sharply slapped her achingly swollen tits.

"Pleathe" Penny moaned again "Pleathe Mithtweth Kaya jusht magke idht eashier for poohre Ahymee. Nod for meeh, for her, pleathe I- HUCKKLLLGGKH!! GLULLLKKKKKKKCHCH!! CKKKGGHUHHKK!!"

She fell silent as Kaya jerked again and began to rape her throat almost casually, tugging and releasing the harness so that even as Penny stood there, wobbling on tiptoes, arms viciously bound behind her, massive breasts shaking as her stretched nipples were forced to strain in their steel prisons, her ass in an agony of cramping compression, her Penny rosebud almost skewered by the barbed studs trapped against the base of her glossy black tailplug, her sagging labia swinging as the evil magnetised rings twitched and twisted and tormented her cunt... Kaya could make it worse by suffocating her in rubber cock.

For her part, Amy listened to her sister begging curiously unmoved. She didn't care that Penny was suffering because she'd asked for Amy to be treated more gently - it was Penny's fault she was here at all! Besides, even though Amy's skin crawled at the memory, even though knew she'd never get the sick, bitter, female taste of Kaya's cunt from her mouth, Amy was sure she must have been less cruelly stuffed than her sister.

Mistress Kaya had promised. And it was already obvious to Amy that she was being used as less of a freak than her sister - the massive ugly steel stretching out her sister's sick fleshy lips proved that.

So despite the pain, despite the humiliation, despite the fact the woman yelling at them both just violently raped Amy against her will and smothered her sobs in her soaking bald cunt, Amy almost felt proud to force her aching body to stand.

After such brutal, blinded, deafened helplessness, she finally had a sense of agency again, and she could see and hear as well as feel the terrible things being done to her. For Amy, it was almost a relief.

As the girl stood up, they were caught off guard by many things at once. The straightening of their lower bodies made the rectum tunnel send twangs of pain as the tailplug pushed and strained, compressed on all sides by the right muscles.

The boots gave them both a significant height boost and the enforced tiptoe stance made them go higher still. As they took their first unsure steps and tapped back and forced trying to maintain their balance. Penny swayed to the left and yank the clit chain with her, but a stiff yank from Kaya overcorrected her back the other way until she bounced into Amy.

Leo quickly intervened, separating the girls and delivering a harsh slap across the large round mammaries on her chest

“Careful you fat titted cow! Straighten up and compose yourself” As a threat he pulled aremtoe out identical to Kaya’s and held it up for Penny to see, eye wide as if daring her to disappoint him. She composed herself as best she could, micromanaging her steps until she was standing standing, posture collar forcing her head up as she tried to ignore the waiting dildo that as any moment would assault her gag reflex again

Their calves and asses trembling already, they might have toppled over forwarded if not for those bit gag keep the pressure on their heads to stand straight

“Time to train. Walk forward ponies”

With a riding crop Kaya gave them both stinging but playful smacks on their asses, and even tapped at Penny’s labia rings a few times. This time, Amy was closest to the archway to the yard, so after the second smack on her ass she started to take measured steps forward, as if she was about to walk on thin ice.

Penny could never have believed that something as simple as standing could hurt so much.

Her calves felt like they were cramping already, the tight laces of her hoof-boots biting into her muscles as they strained to hold her up on tiptoes, and the sheer weight of the artificial platform hoof almost impossible to walk with. Even without instruction, Penny had to raise her knee higher than normal to walk, and with the extra height of Amy's sole, she too was taking her tottering steps in something that was almost close to a high-step. Not enough to satisfy either Kaya or Leo, of course - but enough that the pair exchanged significant glances behind Penny's head.

All the same, Kaya gleefully yanked at the clit-leash to pull Penny bsvk /back in line, and Leo laid into her heavy, tender breasts with no hesitation at all. Just because nobody had yet told Penny how a pony should behave didn't earn her any mercy, and as Penny stumbled forwards, in a confusing agony of conflicting pain, the poor woman instinctively screamed - and was instantly silenced as Kaya yanked on the head harness and rammed the terrible deepthroat gag into Penny's throat so hard the poor pony almost stumbled backwards.

Penny was truly in hell now. Her massive heavy tits not only ruined her balance but throbbed constantly, as if they were somehow still growing. Her tortured nipples ached constantly from the strain of the evil little caps. Her drooling cunt couldn't stop soaking the heavy hanging rings with cream in a futile bid to ease the subtle friction of the serrated steel piercings. Her poor rectum was crammed and stuffed beyond all endurance and her prominent, leashed clit was in a state of endless pain as her sister's steps kept the heavy chain in constant motion. And now Kaya was effortlessly raping her throat, seemingly for the sport of it.

Penny was just grateful neither Kaya nor Leo had shocked her poor ass again yet.

And silently, from afar, Claire watched like a vengeful goddess, luxuriating in her own pleasure as she teased her quim to Penny's pain and waited for her poor helpless friend to discover just what training Claire had planned for her…
 
Chapter 10 - Pony Yard

Claire gasped and moaned, taking care to just lightly stroke herself and tease it out, she didn’t want to come just yet, not with what was coming up. As the girls approached the archway to the bright courtyard beyond, she adjusted the contact lenses to give them a perfect 20/20 vision of what lay beyond.

As the two miserable women awkwardly shuffled over the threshold of the archway and into the hot humid daylight beyond, the tailplugs feeling like logs up in their bottoms, they both instinctively stopped when they saw what law beyond.

The courtyard was huge, with high concrete walls and watchtowers. It truly did remind the girls of a prison yard, not that they had ever seen one beyond their dramatic Netflix shows. But it was the action taking place everywhere they looked that made them want to stop in their tracks and return to the relative passiveness of the stable.

It was their first true taste of the scale of Cruciatu; the amount of female captives here was beyond anything they could have imagined. Just under thirty slaves all around the courtyard all being worked in different manner of hardships.

Eight ponies were lined up in a tight rectangle, two lines of four. All of them had the same pony boots that Amy and Penny wore, but other than that their outfits and bodies varied. All were gagged in certain ways; some had ballgags, ring gags or bit gags but none had the special deepthroating gag that Penny had.

Additionally many looked like they had been through the augmentations that the sisters had; large breasts on petite frames and shiny adornments in their pussy lips and nipples. None appeared to have gone through quite the extreme work that Penny experienced, no lips stretched quite as much. Beyond that though, it was easy to see that they had been through hardship. Crisscross of welts and faded scars on all their bodies, with a concentration of scar tissue around tits and asses. Most looked like they had a very low body fat, rock hard abs sitting atop toned legs

As the trainer cracked a bullwhip in front of them any differences they had disappeared as they quickly became a synchronized group; all at once they raised their left legs in perfect sync with each other. Raising their knees higher than their waist before quickly bringing it down and repeating the same graceful action with their opposite leg.

On and on they pranced, eyes focused ahead, not looking left or right as the mistress began stalking around them frowning and looking for someone to misstep. These well trained ponies had just started the day and as such were fairly fresh, their bodies only beginning to glisten with sweat from the exertion and heat.

In another section of the yard, several simple machines were in charge of training. They looked like a large, metal washing line that was spinning on a motor. Amy knew from some horse training documentaries on YouTube that these were hot walkers and would lead a horse around in a circle.

Several women were being treated like this right now, at varying speeds and in varying predicaments and this was where m of the courtyard screams were originating from.

The women were being pulled along by the machine at quite a speed; a difficult feat to manage normally but in the boots it was hellish. They were being pulled along by their caged nipples or nose rings, the machine unrelenting, uncaring and pulling the girls forward by their flesh. It appeared the trainers of these girls were not too focused on form like the girls high stepping in sync as they legs were shackled meaning they could only extend their legs a certain length forward from their other foot before the chain snapped taut.

The true horror (and the part eliciting the most squeals of pain) was the unyielding chain that ran from the middle of the ankle hobble to large rings in their labia lips. If they were standing still the chain would be tight enough; if they were running they would risk tearing it if not for the Spatium injections strengthening their tissue. They gasped and yelped but skillfully did not stumble. If the machine got too far ahead and really stretched the nipples or risked tearing the septum a trainer would wait until they reached them on their current lap before expertly landing a whip strike on their red asses, sometimes connecting directly with the bulging tailplugs.

Some speeds were a bit more merciful, the girls attached high stepping obediently like a puppet on a chain performing for their overseers (and via the CCTV camera, the world). A well oiled machine of labor, torture and twisted animal training all in one.

They sight before the two women was beyond horrific, too many different tortures, too many different indignities, too many different women for either of them to actually believe their eyes. Even after all they'd endured, the multiple brutal proofs of Cruciatu's efficiency and expertise in evil, neither of them had believed that so many women could be held captive. Even the number of girls being prepared in the staging room was less than this, and beyond the simple numbers, the size of the courtyard was like nothing they could have imagined.

For Amy, it was utterly devastating. She was suddenly swamped by the hideous realization that she wasn't just Penny's unfortunate plus one in a hideous experience. She was just another slave. Whether she was guilty of aiding her sister's attempt to seduce James or not was irrelevant - had to be irrelevant among so many other enslaved women.

There was clearly no way Amy could plead her case for release in an organization as massive and cruel as this one. The thought made Amy faint, her whole body swaying precariously off-balance as her head swam, her heart racing, her vision blurring as her body spiraled…

crack!! crack!!

Kaya's crop lashed out, catching Amy's tits as she sagged and swayed, and the burst of pain in her massive tight tit made her rear back up instinctively, wailing an utterly pathetic "SHORRWWEEEEE!!!" as she recoiled from Mistress Kaya's upraised arm.

The flurry of motion yanked and pulled at the chain connecting her to her sister's swollen clit, but despite the absolute burning agony as her swollen button stretched and jerked under the influence of the Spatium, Penny didn't move. She stood rigid, frozen, her stomach a cold ball of leaden despair, her blood chill in the warm sun, and the tears that were flowing down her cheeks were nothing to do with the vicious gag plundering her throat in a steady swinging rhythm as Leo jerked on her harness.

"Pleaghe... Kkkhhakkfff... Cla-glmpph... Claire I... Hukkkkchh... Pleaghe you... Gllucckk!!"

Penny's words were almost lost in the busy noise of the yard, but Cruciatu's mics were capable of picking up almost any whimper of despair within Prime's massive walls, and besides, Claire was listening intently.

"No no, Penny, sweetheart" she purred, opening her mic channel for the first time in hours and speaking directly into Penny’s ear canal implants "No. This - Mmmffff... Oh Penny you wouldn't believe how wet I am, the look on your face - this, Penny dear is the end of your free ride. Hahaha! I mean that more literally than you can imagine, but just look! So many ponies all working so hard. I might have got you the absolute best my influence could manage - look how much of a freak you are even compared to the rest of the livestock!! - but you have to do some work, you know. You have to - Ohhh... Oh god. Yes. Oh I think your poor little sister is about to faint, oh this is wonderful fuuuck..."

There was a pause and Penny shuddered as she heard the now nauseatingly-familiar sound of her friend cumming overlaid with Amy's wailing as Kaya thrashed her breasts, before Claire spoke again, panting slightly from the pleasure.

"So yes. My little Penny" Claire laughed "My pony this... Oh this will be your life now. Or part of it at least! But don't you fret, sweetie, you'll still get all the most special attention. Your gag, for example... Oh that little bit of evil is unique!"

Even as Claire spoke, Leo tugged on Penny's harness again as she and Amy were marched forward, Penny with her head pulled back and her eyes bulging, her lungs sealed shut by the thick cock pulled as deep as its mighty length could go, until she too was about faint.

"See, there are lots of perks to being my best friend!" Claire laughed, clapping happily as she saw Penny weeping in despair "But, yes, that gag is extra special, I admit! I know you regret what you did to me, Penny, but forgive and forget, you know? I figured having your throat raped by a replica of James's wonderful cock was the least I could do! This way you can have him in your throat every day!! Just another wonderful reminder for you!! But I can't keep you here chatting! Lots of work to do, little Pony! Don't mind me watching... Mmmffff... Or cumming. Oh god this... Oh Penny I promise you, the more it hurts you, the harder I'll cum. You just remember that for me. Its all for me, Penny. That's why this is happening. Because you made me want it done to you..."

Claire's voice trailed off the as she released the button on her phone mic, her hand twisting her own perfect little nipple as she ran her vibe along the dripping bald length of her cunt, and Penny was left terrified, sick, and starring in absolute horror at the inhuman perfection of the other ponies around her.

Claire sighed in contentment and flipped her comms to speak direct to Leo “Bring out Hannah for her pony demonstration”

Leo walked off while Kaya brought the girls to stop in a perfect central location in the courtyard, where they could see the hot walkers as well as the ponies doing their drill training.

The mistress continued to stalk around the desperate ponies marching on the spot in formation, the clopping of the hooves on the group constant and never breaking its metronome rhythm. Annoyed that she had no one to punish yet, she cracked the whip twice and with no words spoken the pace doubled, the eight pairs of hooves striking the ground twice as fast. Many ponies began to blink the stinging sweat out of their eyes and many breasts began to bounce around uncomfortably.

Penny and Amy's eyes continued to flick around the horrors of the yard. They suddenly realized how exposed they were, standing there naked in the sun. Coming from England, they were not used to being completely naked outside. The constantly crashing clop of steel-heeled pony boots beat the time as the poor hitched girls maintained their futile, flawlessly monotonous running, and despite herself Penny couldn't help staring, at first in the sort of hypnotic fascination with which your eye is drawn to a terrible accident... And then with growing horror as she realized that the kind of effortless perfection the poor women were displaying could probably be expected of her!

As the supervising Mistress cracked her whip and forced the girls into a double-time pace, Penny shuddered, cold despite the baking sun: none of the hitched up ponies had tits anywhere like as huge as she did, though they were freakish enough, and Penny couldn't imagine the pain they must be in as their breasts bounced without any support other than the dreadful chains hooking their stretched nipples into the overhead arms of the hot walker.

The sun was biting their olive skin as Kaya spoke up loudly, snapping them out of their reverie.

"You know, you're not the first friends the Madam has sent over to us but you certainly are getting the most special treatment. We thought maybe you could meet our dear pony Hannah... or Buttercunt as we now like to call her! She could give you some ponygirls tips and tricks that she's picked up in her 18 months here!"

Leo was returning to the group with a blonde ponygirl in a sparkling outfit, the one who had had a fearful outburst before at the mention of Claire’s name in the stable. To say she was stunning would be an understatement. Unlike the rest of the ponygirls who were in chains or dull brown corsets and stained leather bindings, this ponygirl was adorned with a cream corset lined with gold trimmings. It covered her breasts, but had cutouts where dainty pierced nipples capped with bells poked out. Her posture collar, bit gag and head hood were also all spectacularly decorated and her blond ponytail shone brightly in the light. Her beauty looked out of place in such a miserable hell.

Her eyes stared blankly ahead as she was led forward by her collar. Her alluring outfit was accentuated by her perfect graceful high steps as she obediently followed Leo forward. Her slender legs lifted as high as they could go before she brought them down directly in front of her foot before lifting her next one She strutted along like a supermodel on a catwalk, the bells barely ringing due to her balletic steps. Down from the corset a strap ran down between her legs, holding in a buzzing vibrator while on either side tinkling bells dangled from her pussy lips.

As she got close to the sisters, they could see she had a wild look in her eyes, like she truly was an animal. Her legs were toned and her whole body was bronzed. A small wetness around the crotch strap where she was being aroused by the vibrator.

When she was about 2 metres from the girls she stopped and stood high at attention.

“Mmmmm Hannah…”Claire purred into Penny’s ear “...she was a personal trainer I had who just grated on me a bit. She got sent off here and is our star ponygirl candidate. Had a very low threshold for pain and a high stamina which turns out to be a very good training combination.”

“Say hello Buttercunt!” Kaya cooed. The blonde beauty trotted up to the girls taking small dainty steps instead of high steps and bending one leg slightly she stretched the other one out in front of her lowering her head down in a deep bow.

"You know, you're not the first friends the Madam has sent over to us but you certainly are getting the most special treatment. We thought maybe you could meet our dear pony Hannah... or Buttercunt as we now like to call her! She could give you some ponygirls tips and tricks that she's picked up in her 18 months here!"

Leo was returning to the group with a blonde ponygirl in a sparkling outfit, the one who had had a fearful outburst before at the mention of Claire’s name in the stable. To say she was stunning would be an understatement. Unlike the rest of the ponygirls who were in chains or dull brown corsets and stained leather bindings, this ponygirl was adorned with a cream corset lined with gold trimmings. It covered her breasts, but had cutouts where dainty pierced nipples capped with bells poked out. Her posture collar, bit gag and head hood were also all spectacularly decorated and her blond ponytail shone brightly in the light. Her beauty looked out of place in such a miserable hell.

Her eyes stared blankly ahead as she was led forward by her collar. Her alluring outfit was accentuated by her perfect graceful high steps as she obediently followed Leo forward. Her slender legs lifted as high as they could go before she brought them down directly in front of her foot before lifting her next one She strutted along like a supermodel on a catwalk, the bells barely ringing due to her balletic steps. Down from the corset a strap ran down between her legs, holding in a buzzing vibrator while on either side tinkling bells dangled from her pussy lips.

As she got close to the sisters, they could see she had a wild look in her eyes, like she truly was an animal. Her legs were toned and her whole body was bronzed. A small wetness around the crotch strap where she was being aroused by the vibrator.

When she was about 2 metres from the girls she stopped and stood high at attention.

“Mmmmm Hannah…”Claire purred into Penny’s ear “...she was a personal trainer I had who just grated on me a bit. She got sent off here and is our star ponygirl candidate. Had a very low threshold for pain and a high stamina which turns out to be a very good training combination.”

“Say hello Buttercunt!” Kaya cooed. The blonde beauty trotted up to the girls taking small dainty steps instead of high steps and bending one leg slightly she stretched the other one out in front of her lowering her head down in a deep bow.
 
Buttercunt


Cruciatu - Chapter 11 - Buttercunt

Kaya's words drew her attention back to her own predicament, and Amy's, with a sharp jolt. The realisation that Claire had done this to other women was chilling, and Penny felt another wave of nausea hit her as she remembered all the times she'd merrily laughed at Claire's impossibly high standards and her rigid belief that sometimes women in service jobs just had to be taught a sharp lesson.

With the terrible replica of James's cock poised to hammer her throat at the slightest touch of her harness Penny didn't dare to speak, but the casually callous misogyny of Kaya's comment forced Amy into an outburst despite her terror.

"Budhercuhndt?!" she howled, drool cascading down her chin and basting her fat olive breasts "Yuh cahnd't call a wuhman Budhercuhndt!! Thatsh jusht ffick! Towdawly ffick, youh... Youh... AAAIIIIHHHHH!, AAUUUHGHHH!! NOOOUUHHHHHH!!" She broke off abruptly as Kaya began lashing the drool from her tits, beating the fat soft skin until Amy's udders were crisscrossed with welts, and by the time her blubbering had subsided, Hannah - Buttercunt - was standing staring at them with a dull, animal stupidity.


"Thank you, by the way" Claire laughed in Penny's ear as the pony performed her nervous little bow before her, nipple bells jingling softly "You remember telling me to do this to her? I said I wasn't sure if it was fair to get rid of a woman just because she set my teeth on edge and you said..."


Penny swallowed, gagging on bile. She knew exactly what she'd said. She'd been on the second bottle of wine, she'd been quietly sick of Claire's complaining about her annoying personal trainer at a time when Penny was struggling with an attempt to get herself back in shape, and she'd just wanted to shut the conversation down so rather than just letting Claire vent like she normally did Penny had taken a deep swig and said...


"'Who cares if you hurt her feelings? She's one fucking trainer, there's loads of them, Claire, just get rid of the stupid bitch!'" Claire quoted happily "So I did! Oh... Oh Penny, sweetie, I hope I didn't hurt your feelings? You... You didn't think you and Amy were the first women you had me send here, did you?! Oh... Oh Penny, love, I am sorry!! No no... I had you give all kinds of instructions like that, it used to be a lovely little game I'd play with you, getting off on how devastated you'd be if you knew what your careless words were doing but... Oh dear, no, no. Don't cry. You're special, Penny. You're so special! You get alllllll the best toys and treatments, nobody will give Han- give Buttercunt a second glance once you're a fully trained freak! Now... bow to her, bitch!"


Claire's happy tone suddenly turned icy with devastating abruptness, and even as Penny struggled to process the order and mimic Hannah's peculiar little bob, Claire hit the trigger on her desk and blasted white hot electrical arcs through Penny's overstuffed ass.


Stood on one half-bent leg, Penny didn't have a chance. The agony overtook her and she lost her balance entirely, crashing hard into the dirt at Hannah's feet, howling in pain as her sister's statue-still posture practically ripped her back upwards by the clit.


Kaya's eyes narrowed dangerously.


"Buttercunt" she said, each word as clipped and menacing as a hanging judge "Is perfectly. Trained.... And one day you will be too, I trust. As to how that happens..."


She waved a hand expansively "...it takes time. But for your sake, for both your sakes, I hope you are fast learners. Otherwise Madam may choose a new name you do not like so well..."


“Now. Buttercunt! PRANCE!”


The woman formerly known as Hannah started to high step on the spot. Amy took note of the posture that the woman had adopted - she was thrusting her tits out as far forward as she could, keeping her back straight and head high. She kept her eyes blankly staring straight ahead, they did not even look left and right


The sisters were once again having subtly different experiences. Amy was determined to watch the demonstration to minimise any future punishment, and as Buttercunt moved behind her Amy's body twitched in tiny micro gestures as she sought to memorise how Buttercunt held her head, the sharp, unnatural, and oddly beautiful angle at which she brought her knees up above waist height.


“CIRCLE”


The pony obediently marched to the left of Amy still staring blankly ahead and pranced past the sisters, circling around behind them hooves clopping rhythmically.


“See Penny.."Claire explained, "Buttercunt is the perfect pony now! So obedient. If we do decide to sell her on the black market she’ll earn us millions. I just don’t think I can bear to let her go though, god I get so much enjoyment watching her strut”


Buttercunt circled back around and resumed her high steps in front of the girls, unwavering.


At the same time Penny was forced to listen to Claire's poisonous confession dripping into her ear from the cruel audio implant: "I should say, almost all our women get sold. Or ransomed. Or... Or else they are removed from the facility in peace." Claire coughed delicately, and Penny felt ice cold sweat trickle down her spine in the hot sun as Buttercunt's clopping feet passed behind her as Claire continued: "But of course you can't leave, Penny, dearest. Even when you've utterly eclipsed poor Hannah's training you will still be here. It doesn't matter how well you perform, how hard you work, how desperately you beg to die, Penny. You'll never escape me. You're my personal private property now, and I never throw out my toys no matter how badly they break."


Claire shut up and off her mic with a smirk, watching Penny sag in despair. The cameras captured it all, and the contrast was already beautiful. Amy was staring at Buttercunt as intently as a bodyguard scanning for threats, her muscles subtly rippling as she tried to memorise every move... And Penny was staring in absolutely vacant horror, unable to divorce the sight of the beautifully prancing ponygirl from the memory of her own idle condemnation of Claire's trainer. It was obvious that Claire's words were ruining Penny's ability to benefit from the demonstration, and Claire's smile was a picture of cruel delight as she saw Buttercunt start to struggle with her own arousal.


“Good Buttercunt. Such a goooood girl” she beamed. She brought out one of the control remotes, instantly putting Amy and Penny on edge, fearing it meant another agonising punishment shock to their tailplugs. Instead, the buzzing from between Buttercunts tightly strapped quim began to audibly hum as the vibrator inside her was turned up. The pony snorted and her teeth gritted harder into her bit, the slightest tremble in their legs as she continued her exhibition


“SPIN!”


She circled on the spot, still performing the perfect high step motion. Amy and Penny got a good look at her tightly stuffed ass and the golden hair sprouting the flange of the tail plug. Her back showed signs of old scars that had long since healed, the only blemish on her tanned back and buttocks. Juices of arousal were starting to show on her inner thighs, teased out from the strap. Kaya playfuly smacked her on the buttcheek as she turned, and she whinnied and wiggled her behind. Penny had noticed Leo was especially enjoying the sight, his pants showing the bulge of a hardon resulting from the show.


Buttercunt spun on the spot twice, before Kaya held her crop on her back, signalling her to stop. She continued to high step perfectly but her face was flushed with desire and she had begun to pant lustily, like she was being fucked slowly.


“Don’tttttt.” Kaya ordered, just the slightest threat in her voice…”Not yet”


Her pants and groans got throatier, her body was coated in sweat and her pussy literally dripping droplets on the dusty ground, despite all the exhaustion and pleasurable strain on her body, still she pranced on the spot. She dribbled around her gag and onto her beautiful corset, making it glistened ever brighter.


Her form was finally starting to break, the slightest pumping of her hips. Her eyes were glazing over and her teeth were digging deeply into the gag now. She mewing constantly now, her orgasm building. Every now and then she would shake her head, trying to keep control, to keep her obedience.


Buttercunt's thighs gleamed with rich juices, her body was shiny with perspiration, and her tanned cheeks were rosy pink. Every other step came with a little moaning snort as her high-stepping posture forced her to fuck herself and her glazed eyes were almost rolling in her head as her flat white teeth ground hard against the bit gag.


“Good Buttercunt! CUM!!” Kaya commands


Buttercunt came instantly in a sudden convulsion of pleasure that caused her to squirt her juices out of the sides of her tight strap and raining down over her own ponyboots. The sudden musk of the human mare's arousal billowing around the little group like a cloud as Penny and Amy's legs were coated in cream and Amy gave a little squeal of disgust...


...and then to Penny's horror, Buttercunt strained herself back into her rigidly upright posture and immediately resumed trotting, the strap between her thighs grinding roughly against her sensitive post-orgasm sex with every uplift of her hooves.


“Whoa there Buttercunt!! Good pony whoaaaa” If not for Kaya’s coaxing it seemed the former trainer would have continued to keep pounding her now saturated boots into the dusty ground, now clotted with the mixture of drool and juices.


She kept prancing but slowed down her motion step by step until she appeared to be going in slow motion before she stopped with her legs spread, droplets pooling at the bottom of the leather strap still buzzing with her dildo. She panted through her nose and mouth , staring straight ahead.


Kaya approached the girl and started flicking the bells with her crop sportively while Leo came up and squeeze her tight ass, fishing something out a a leather punch he had on his waist


“I think the turning point when Hannah became Buttercunt was because of two things…” Kaya traced her crop up to the posture collar "...removal of the vocal cords to stop all that whining and begging…” Leo reached up and slipped a little white cube of something behind Buttercunts bit gag and into her mouth, which she gladly accepted “...and an intense prescription of aphrodisiacs and hormone treatment. That's where she gets her name from! She is kept frisky all the time! She will do anything for an orgsasm, won’t you girl”


The girl suddenly snapped out of her catatonic state, stamping her hoove twice and nodding her head up and down in large movements, not like a person nodding in agreement but the way a horse sticking its head out of a stable would nod.


Leo was stroking her hair, uncharacteristically gently for a Cruciatu trainer “She loves the little sugar cubes treats...We lace them with her treatment to make sure she’s dosed throughout the day… I must say that Buttercunt is definitely the most...popular pony among the guards. A lot of us really enjoy the one on one training sessions, don’t we?


The tiniest amount of hesitation before Buttercunt again signalled the affirmative.


“Well girls!” Kaya beamed “I think you've seen more than enough to get you started.” She walked forward and unclipped the chain connectly the two girls and handed it to Leo. Both clits red raw from the morning abuse, with Penny’s standing at full attention atop her crowning band.


Standing tall in front of them, Kaya slapped the crop into her hand with a few tips and changed her tone to that of a firm headmistress.


“Before we waste out time with you miserable wretches on any of the machines, you will learn the proper pony form. I hope you were both paying attention! It's important for me to tell you that as part of your incarceration parameters you are to be trained as a pair. Unless I say otherwise you will be in sync with your partner at all times. Failure to meet this simple fucking task means you both get punished. IS THIS CLEAR.”


Kaya slapped the tits of both girls, making them cringe and trying to shield their brweasts, only succeeding in making the flesh mounds jiggle.


“Now. Left leg HIGH. All the way up!”
 
Quite what Mistress Kaya and Trainer Leo expected to see wasn't clear - almost certainly, it wasn't instant perfection. On the other hand, they probably didn't expect such ridiculous shambles of a display which was so pathetic even Buttercunt momentarily focused her eyes on the performance, whinnying nervously.

To Amy's absolute outrage it wasn't even her fault. It was all Penny's fault, and worse than that it was so ridiculously terrible it was like Penny wasn't even trying!

Of course, Amy didn't know about Claire's constant mocking of her sister via the audio implant.

Just as Kaya issued her order to raise their left legs high, Claire's voice shattered Penny's concentration with a casual "You'll probably keep your vocal chords. I think."

...and Penny was so distracted she lagged behind Amy for a full two seconds before awkwardly raising her left leg high, but almost straight, more like Buttercunt's bow than a high step.

Kaya simply stared Penny down until the poor girl awkwardly adopted her sister's pose, while Amy wobbled and whimpered, her ass feeling like it was tearing open around the dreadful tailplug.

"Left leg down. Right leg UP!" Kaya commanded, and at the same time Claire added "Really, Penny, love, I want to allow you to scream and beg. Just for the joy of saying 'no!'"

Claire giggled again as Penny's movements lagged behind her sister, less overtly wrong but still sloppy.

Beside Buttercunt, Leo pulled out a pad and made a quick note, frowning.

"Ponies - not you Buttercunt - new ponies, PRANCE!!" Kaya ordered, just as Claire said "Yes, Penny. However much you beg, it's here at Cruciatu you'll stay!"

Amy began instantly, her legs coming commendably high at first, knees almost level with her hips, her gait rolling, almost a series of clumsy hops rather than a docile trot, but a valiant effort considering the painful jolting of her tits and the plug devastating her ass.

Penny just stared stupidly, torn between Kaya's order and Claire's distracting mocking. By the time Penny realised it was Kaya she should obey, Buttercunt had gone pale beneath her tan, bubbles of terrified drool dribbling beneath the bit-gag, and it was obvious from her animal distress that the poor woman was trying to urge poor Penny into motion.

Penny began to trot, several seconds behind her sister and totally out of time, and soon her posture fell apart. Amy was doing her level best to perform as Buttercunt did, although her stamina was already failing, her knees coming less and less high with every few steps as the burning strain built in her calves, but for Penny anything like a good performance was impossible.

Every step crushed her stretched cunt lips between her thighs, twisting the terrible rings in her labia and tugging, scraping sawing at her straining folds and bloated clit. The overload of sensation made her wail in pain, her body bending forward at the waist in an instinctive attempt to curl up and shield herself from the pain. Doubling over almost destroyed her balance as her massive mammaries dragged her forward like lead weights and it wasn't until Kaya lashed out and beat each breast with her crop that Penny managed to lever herself back upright.

"Tsk tsk" Claire laughed in her ear, her voice a melodious, mocking sing-song "you're in *trouuubleee..."

Penny gave a strangled sob and tried to run faster, her boots sploshing down in the muddy puddle of Buttercunt's juice and flciking muck up on her ponyboots as she tried to pick up the pace but all she achieved was to make her gigantic heavy udders bounce even more painfully, rising and falling until each step rammed the deepthroat gag back into Penny's mouth and left her gasping and breathless on the very verge of collapse.

For a while she kept going as Kaya whipped her on and then the training Mistress suddenly slapped the crops against her own palm with a bark of "STOP!! Enough!!"

The two girls stood, panting, gasping, bathed in sweat and tears - Penny in tears of pain, Amy in tears of pure humiliation.

Leo stepped forward, murmuring soothingly as he brushed his hand through Amy's hair, and with a quick wink and an" Eeeeasy girl", popped a sugarcube through Amy's gag. Amy caught the alarm in Buttercunt's eyes, but the treat tasted so delicious dissolving on her tongue she let it fizzle there, slowly melting into her saliva as she stood, braced for Kaya's fury and almost hating her sister for how badly she'd performed.

It was impossible to give Penny a drugged treat in the same way, but it was clear Leo had no plan to do so. He simply sneered at her, and made another note on his pad.

"Oh Penny" Claire gasped suddenly, her voice dripping with concern "We're you in class?! Oh I do hope I didn't interrupt anything!! I tell you what, I'll write a note to explain to Mistress Kaya and have it sent out with the next girls we send! In the meantime, chin up!!"

Terrified, Penny quickly thrust her chin up.

...just as Leo put his pad away, grabbed her harness, and drove the deepthroat gag so hard into her throat it felt like a punch to the stomach.

Leo held the gag there, the penis assaulting the back of the throat.

“GLULLLKKKKKKKCHCH! GLLLLLRRRRRKKK”

Penny could no longer breathe through her mouth, snorting desperately, her nostrils flared as she tried to suck in air. The pressure pushed into her mouth, matching her retch and choke, putting her off balance and made her lean back but Leo came in close, placing his body behind her up so she could not fall.

Penny had no choice but to stand there, balancing agonisingly on tiptoe in her ponyboots, choking around James's rubber cock, her eyes bulging as Leo pressed in close behind her to stop her from leaning back or doing anything to relieve the horrible choking pressure of the punishment gag. Kaya lurched forward quickly, slapping Penny's face before grabbing her hair to stop her toppling over to the side.

"PATHETIC...BITCH. You're not even LISTENING TO ME." Kaya was truly livid, Penny had no idea whether she was aware of Claire's distractions but the anger certainly seemed legitimate. Leo continued to apply the pressure holding the gag inside her mouth

Penny could not even choke out a response, her wide fearful eyes trying to plead for mercy and apologise at the same time.

“WHATEVER” **SLAP** “we need to do to make you WORK” **SLAP** it will be DONE!! ” The threat filled words each followed with slaps to Penny’s face that made her ears ring.

She stood, eyes bulging, head pounding, cunt and ass and tits all throbbing with agony as Kaya slapped her face back and forth in absolute fury. With her head held firmly in place by the gag, Penny couldn't even turn to ease each blow, and Kaya's slaps simply battered her cheek with remorseless power, fat bruises blooming almost instantly where her skin was crushed against her cheekbones.

“If this CLIT…” Kaya grabbed her the clit ring and pulled it upwards “...is causing you to DELIBERATELY disobey me, then I will have it removed.” Penny's feet almost left there floor as she howled in absolute terror around the dreadful gag, her scream a bubbling banshee howl of anguish that burst past the gag, using up every last breath in her stoppered lungs. It was so extreme, so horrible even for Cruciatu, that three of the ponies on the hot-walker broke stride, wincing in sympathy as they instinctively cringed, only to be savagely lashed back into line by the now-beaming Mistress overseeing their exercise.

Kaya released the ring composed herself and Leo released the pressure on the gag. However, this time he only let it out her mouth partway, before manipulating the ratchet just under her chin which only allowed it to retract halfway. James' molded penis was now stuck in Penny’s mouth, just far enough to gag her and rest on her tongue.

Penny couldn't speak as Leo released the strain on the gag and adjusted the horrible contraption so that Penny's mouth was perpetually penetrated - she simply didn't have the breath to try and explain why she'd been so distracted. Instead the poor woman just nodded meekly, determined to submit to Kaya's cruel promises without any sign of protest in the terrified hope it might appease the maddened Mistress.

“Now” Kaya narrowed her eyes. “You and I will have some one-on-one time with NO distractions! We’ll be doing some laps of the yard and we'll work on that high step from!”

Kaya took the reins from Leo as he focused his attention on Amy who stood their starstruck and fearful. “Spread your legs girly” he said firmly as he approached her and Amy complied.

For her part, Amy stood fuming, too angry and scared to even feel bad for what was happening to Penny, and - to her guilty horror - increasingly aroused by her sister's screaming. She hadn't realised that one simple dosed sugarcube could have such an enormous impact, but the speed with which her warmed-up bloodstream was pumping the rapid-acting drug through her system suddenly made her understand Buttercunt's concern.

He reached down and slipped his finger through Amy’s clit ring and began to stroke between her legs “Theeerrreee pony. I can see your trying but its still not good enough for us. You need to do better” The pharmatheutical level aphrodisiac were be kicking in now, making Amy feel flushed and sensitive all over.

He circled her clit, feeling it become rock hard quickly. Continuing to trace around it with the tip of his finger while delicately teasing and yanking the ring embedded in the nerve rich flesh. Amy realised as Leo began to gently tease and fondle her flesh, she didn't really care. Everything here was so horrible, everything had been so horrible ever since Penny pissed off her psycho friend and they'd both been kidnapped and tortured in every unspeakable way, that if she could her a little pleasure then she fucking deserved it!!

“You want to please us...don’t you pony. Become a perfect specimen like Buttercunt here” . Still tickling herp ussy, he manoeuvred himself behind Amy and angled her to look at the golden ponygirl, still standing at attention. “I’ll let you play with Buttercunt if you’re good...You’d like that wouldn’t you? She looovvveess playing with other ponies, right, Buttercunt”?

A light ignited in the blonde pony's eyes and she Winnie's and neighed enthusiastically, even managing to prance on the spot a little with tiny steps….If Amy hadn't been such a drooling mess she'd have shaken her head at that suggestion, but the thought of what might happen if she got her freely flowing drool on Leo was enough to hold her as still as if she'd still been chained.

"Only if your both good though… Were going to go for a walk now too. I want to see better high steps, and we can think about a good pony name for you. Oh wait!" He signalled to Kaya as she was preparing to walk Penny around, hissing some threats into her ear that only she (and Claire!) ould hear.

Leo fished out an assortment of metal bells. He reached down and clipped onto Amys clit ring, tapping it with his finger and maybe it tinkle. He snapped two more onto her nipple rings before dragging Amy by the collar over to Kaya and Penny. Fishing around in his pouch, he produced some much larger bells. These made a deeper sound and looked like miniature cow bells. He handed them to Kaya, who smirked and weighed them in her hand, obviously satisfied they were the right ones for Penny.

Amy couldn't help be relieved at the prospect of being exercised without her stupid sister waiting to ruin everything. She was tired, sore, and feeling every bit what she used to describe as 'crazy horny', the kind of mood where she'd pick up any remotely passable - as if that was an option here - but she trotted after Leo in what was almost a passable imitation of Buttercunt's prancing, her knees rising a touch low, her legs extending a little far, but every jolting step accompanied by a pretty little tinkle of bells, like a wind-chime swaying in the breeze.

Once again the contrast to poor Penny was terrible. The fat ugly cowbells dragged brutally on Penny's nipples and clit - without the Spatium, the weight might have ripped the heavy steel hoops free of her tortured flesh. As it was they remained, stretching and straining Penny's sensitive skin beyond any natural limit but denying the tortured mare any possibility of a sudden jolting reprieve.

The bells swung and clattered as Penny walked, the massive clit-bell clashing with her thighs, and any time she tried to high-step it first lifted and then dropped, jolting her tortured clit as it arrested its fall against the serrated piercing loop. The pain soon stopped Penny's feeble attempts to raise her knees with each step, and she tottered along in her ponyboots as if walking in demonic stiletto heels, whimpering in pain around the cock trapping her tongue, feeling like a grotesque freak as Kaya led her off, plagued by the hideous harsh clanking of her bells which sounded like the discordant banging of a metal gate rattling in a gale.

Amy was then led off to march around the yard and part all the other activities taking place, while Kaya prepared Penny for a similar exercise in the counter direction, ensuring the girls would get good looks at each other when they passed each other.

The sun bore down on the girls as they began their first full steps as ponygirls. This was exponentially harder than high stepping on the spot, and both the girls struggled in their own ways

For Amy, the drugs in her system made her feel like she was in a dream, or more accurately a nightmare. She squinted her eyes in the blinding light. As she moved she felt the pressure of the overwhelmingly large plug in her ass. The stress in her anal canal pushed through into the walls of her vagina membremes,increases the feeling and the friction as she pumped her thighs up and down. She was soon wet and slick between her legs, beads of pussy juice covering her labia rings, the droplets connecting with her clit bell being shaken off with every ring.

Her teeth gritted down on the ring gag, trying to clear the clouding waves of pleasure emanating from her loins. With renewed focus, she lifted her leg as high as she could, her knee almost grazing the bottom of her tits.

She was taken aback by the effort it took her to lift so high, and the next step did not reach the same height. She felt a sting on her ass and then on the back of her thighs as Leo slapped the crop against there forcefully.

“Uh ah, higher girl. I know you can do it. You WILL do it. We’re doing one lap like his before we pick up the pace”

He smiled inwardly as she almost stumbled, obviously taken back by the thought of having to put in double the effort. He appreciated the clenching of her increasingly sweaty buttocks as she renewed her next few steps and did manage to meet the elevation required of her. She didn’t manage it every time, and everytime it earned her another smack from Leo.

“Keep going. Up and Up! When we end today’s training i can take that nasty tailplug out and replace it with something nicer, hmmmm?”

On the opposite side of the yard Penny’s whimpered as the bell swayed and clanged between her legs. She continued to totter forward, just barely managing to move and making no attempts to high step. Every movement was agony, she felt like her clit was about to be torn off. There was no way for her to see, as the huge melons blocked all her sight of her lower body.

They hurt so fucking much now, the immense nipples yanked left, right and down as the dhumiliating bells clanged noiseily, made worse but her out feeble shuffling.

A loud crack as a whip stikes her across the backs of her knees thatmade her collapse to her knees and scream into the penis gag...just as Kaya yanked on the reins and it slammed back into her throat.

More whips rained down on Penny's back as the gag was pulled back and upward.

"FUCKING ON YOUR FEET!! UP!! LAZY CUNT!!" Every word equals another blow.

"CKKKGGHUHHKK!!! GGGGGGAAAAAAAAA"

The sharp pains overwhelmed momentarily eclipsed all the other pain she felt for her piercings and the plug splitting her in two. She closed her eyes and focused on her legs, willing herself up.

As she stood, the gag remained in her mouth.

"HIGH STEPS, NOW! The gag stays IN until you get the form. I don't care of you PASS OUT, we'll just resustiate you and then I'll be REALLY pissed. HIGH! STEPS!"

A particularly vicious blow aimed by Kaya upward, hitting Penny right in her exposed pussy, making the rings and her bells scatter and then swing with renewed vigor.

Crying and straining, Penny managed to lift her knee high, until it hit hit lower breast, the bell scraping her grazed knees. She lowered if down and with every ounce of effort and sucking in as much air through her nose as she could, she lifted the other knee in the same way. With ever fibre of her being, she kept lifting and putting one leg in front of another. Nothing else existed. Her eyes saw nothing, her mind was on fire just like her body as she focused on survival; she must avoid the pain. She must high step.

Through the tears and the adrenaline, she could see that Amy was approaching from the opposite direction at a reasonable pace.

It was physically impossible for Penny to meet the demands Mistress Kaya was making on her body. There was simply no possible way that she could raise her knee so high.

And yet, somehow, she did. Sobbing with pain, her calf and thigh muscles cramping with the strain, her stretched and sagging inner lips scraping as the horrible magnetic steel hoops clattered and swung, her bloated ugly clit stretched by the addition of the cowbell, and her massive udders jolting painfully with every step, Penny hauled her knee high and dropped her hoof down smartly, over and over and over again.

Every step was pain. Every breath was a rattling, horrible gurgle as air bubbled past the thick cock now lodged in her throat as Kaya kept up the pressure on her harness.

But by now Penny knew that failure, exhaustion, even physical collapse - any inability to make her body meet Kaya's demands was irrelevant. It simply didn't matter to the Mistress how much Penny's body hurt, how every step tortured her overstuffed ass, her bloated bulging rectum raped by the tailplug. Or how terribly her massive freakish nipples hurt as her knee reluctantly tapped the bells on her tits and dropped the clanking iron back down. Or how the steady irritating grinding of her labia rings was soaking Penny's thighs with gleaming grool that was steadily trickling down the insides of her ponyboots to reach her aching feet in their unnaturally tight ballet pose.

If Penny couldn't meet Kaya's demands, she would be beaten and punished and tortured until she did.
 
The poor woman never knew she had such strength in her, but with no alternative but obedience she gritted her teeth against the gag and forced her body on, snorting and sweating, her olive flesh gleaming, fat shining beads of sweat jolting from her tits with every juddering step, stinging in the ugly welts whipped across her bare back, trickling maddeningly between the tight buns of her ass and stinging against the evil steel barbs as they scraped and scratched at every agonising hoofbeat.

...and to add unbearable insult to agonising injury, Penny could see, through the tears and stinging salt-sweat blurring her vision, her own sister prancing towards her with almost perfect form, a determined, pretty frown on her face as Amy fought through the pain and the building haze of sugar-coated pleasure, with Leo strolling behind her, beaming proudly, his riding crop holstered, ostentatiously unnecessary as he walked Penny's perfect sister through her first circuit, already three quarters of the way around the courtyard while Penny was still struggling along the first wall.

"Ohhh wow" Claire's voice giggled as the girls passed, Amy offering Penny a hopeful, encouraging smile distorted by the massive round O her mouth was forced into "Isn't Amy beautiful!?! But don't you worry, Penny. Plenty of Cruicio's viewers enjoy seeing the struggles of an ugly lazy freak!"

The cruel jibe made Penny sag in pure despair.

And just as Amy passed beside her, Kaya brought Penny back to her duty with a vicious THWAKKK of the crop that raised a purple welt on Penny's massive right udder, crossing the top of the areola and leaving the pony screaming like a woman at the absolute limit of human suffering.

As the sisters continued their infernal dance around the yards, their exhaustion was starting to become apparent. After four laps each step was taking far too long and stumbles were more frequent.

Kaya and Leo knew they would not be able to do much more; they were skilled trainers after all and part of it was understanding hydration and muscle fatigue. It would be a lose/lose situation for everyone if the ponies bodies were completely broken on their first day. When they passed each other for the fifth time they exchanged a knowing nod, that they were put the girls through the last challenge for the moment

Ok girlie, time to put on a show for us” Leo declared to Amy “For this lap, you need to make you bells ring the whole time. Shake them nips and that clit for us!” Up and down, left and right! First time I hear those bells stop you get a smack. Second time you get a tail plug shock. Third time….Lets try not to think about ok?” He tapped Amy lightly on the bum a few times, as she began gyrating her hips widely and shaking her torso.

To move shaking her bells was a different proposition to prancing with her knees quite so high. It was still exhausting, and it was made worse by the fact the muscles of Amy's straining calves were becoming hideously tight, every prancing step a punishment - but with the excuse of needing to jingle the delicate bells hanging from her golden piercings Amy felt she could justify enough sway and variance in her movement that it took some of the strain off... And it meant that Amy felt a rush of pure gratitude to Leo as she adjusted her steps to proceed in a tinkling, jangle of bouncing gold.

On the other side of the yard, Kaya’s pep talk was a little different. “Listen up you useless cow. Today’s display has been fucking pathetic. You’re going to show me just how remorseful you are for this and I may take some mercy on you. Shake those teats and that ridiculous lump of flesh you call a clit, I want to hear those bells ringing until I say stop. NOW!”

Kaya sent a two second zap that made Penny flight instinct kick in but as she tried to escape by running forward she choked herself on the gag. Assessing and comprehending what she had to do, she hesitantly began to wiggle her parts slightly, not knowing how much pain this would cause her. However, she forgot to keep walking which was quickly remedied by a swift hell kick right in her tail plug, somehow driving it even deeper into her guts.

The injustice, the horrible mockery of being called a cow when it was Cruciatu which had forced her tits to bloat so painfully, of having her ugly freakish clit laughed at when it was nurse Taylor who mutilated her cunt so cruelly, of being shocked into agonised immobility and then kicked back into movement, kicked so hard in her tailplugged ass that Penny almost felt her eyes would pop from her head...

For a moment all Penny's guilt evaporated. She hated Kaya, dreaded her punishments, despised Amy for showing her up with her pretty, delicate performance when her body hadn't suffered half as much as Penny's, and utterly, utterly hated Claire, hated her evil, her cruelty, her constant, omnipresent, ever-watchful mockery that deprived Penny of even privacy in her miserable hateful torture and made Kaya despise her for the failings Claire imposed. It was almost a mercy that her throat was now almost utterly stuffed by James's rubber cock, otherwise she might have made the fatal mistake of screaming at the Mistress in a sudden animal rage...

As it was she could only stumble on, trying her best to make her huge udders bounce and jolt so that the heavy iron bells clanked and rang, prancing on the horrible high heeled hooves with her thighs spread to ring her clit bell, the tortured tender flesh a livid, swollen pink beyond the strangling rubber ring, heavy steel hoops clacking and crashing as her elongated labia swayed and dragged, flapping so disgustingly that Penny's sweat-soaked, welt-crossed skin crawled with self-hate and disgust.

Stumbling, screaming, suffocating and sweating, Penny plunged on, her clit and nipples and lips straining, her ass stuffed, her lungs burning, muscles knotting, brain engulfed in an inferno of hate and humiliation and horrible despair. Her mind and body in hell, unable to do anything but yield to her captor's commands.
 
Penny's clanging bells and grotesquely huge udders had managed to draw some wide eyed glances from some of the ponies who were in the middle of their own exercises, most of which had not seen modifications so cruel and unsuited for ponygirl training. Some of the amateurs even faltered in their various training sessions, earning vicious yanks on their nipples from unfeeling machines or whips from uncaring human overseers.

When the girls next came about and passed each other, Leo manoeuvred Amy until her and Penny were facing the same direction before steering them off to another corner of the yard. Kaya also steered Penny, but with abuse and more strikes of the crop.

As the girls were brought to a complete stop, the absence of their exertion caught up to both of them. Sweating, panting, sore, exhausted; and in Amy's case heavily aroused.

As their calves trembled, Penny began to notice the new devices they had been led to. At first she thought it was just another bench like the one they had been prepared at and in that regard they were. But mounted in front of the benches at waist height were long dildos, complete with fake balls that were connected to a central water tank.

The girls were brought to the benches, one on each side. Pennys hair was almost ripped out as Kaya grabbed the back of her head and roughly bent her over and strapped her down, smacking the crop against her ass and pussy to guide her.

Amy was strapped down next to Buttercunt who was already bent at the waist and was apparently getting sustenance from the dildos. Instead of simple sucking on it however, the blonde beauty was desperately forcing her mouth and throat onto it without any exterior motivation from trainers. Amy was mesmerised - the girl was deep-throating and working the fake cock for all she was worth; like it belonged to a passionate lover. She could even hear the former personal trainer moaning contently as the cock entered her mouth, which was quickly replaced with a choked gagging sound as it reached the back of her throat.

Amy and Pennys eyes locked, it was hard for them not to be looking directly at each other in their current position. Leo was behind Any and just couldn't resist: he flicked and toyed with the clit bell while additional handlers prepared the feeder dildos, adjusting them to the right height of each girl. With his other hand he rubbed and massaged Buttercunts sopping quim, eliciting heightened moans muffled by the dildo.

Penny almost glowered at Amy as she watched Leo teasing her sister's needy cunt. It just didn't seem fair that Amy could be treated so gently and softly while she was struggling on in absolute agony, tormented by the heavy weights and flogged raw for the slightest hesitation. Penny didn't realise that all Leo was doing was adding to Amy's torment - the only person present with the slightest hint of how much Amy would be suffering from her first dose of the powerful aphrodisiac was Buttercunt, and she was fully focused on working the massive rubber cock pumping much-needed nutrition back into her weary body.

For her part, Amy tried to offer her suffering sister a sympathetic smile but it rapidly became a moan as Leo tugged softly at her clit bell, and she soon lost the ability to focus.

Neither girl resisted as they were strapped tightly down and the attendants arranged the dildos - Penny's was thicker than Amy's, she noticed with a bitter resignation - and in truth, whatever the pain of their position, either from the burning, unabated arousal in Amy's cunt, or the hideous straining weight of Penny's evil iron rings, it was a relief to both the ponies to have some of their weight supported by the feeding bench.

Although, Penny suspected that whatever came next would soon remove that tiny glimmer of mercy…

The feeding did of course have its own torments that would not yet be apparent to the girls, but it did provide some much needed hydration and nutrition. Optimised for efficiency and not flavour, the bitter tasting solution had enough vitamins and minerals to keep the girls' muscles primed and bodies generally healthy. Hormone treatments were part of the mixture to encourage healthy breast growth.

Gradually, the girls' contact lenses were adjusted to short sighted - they could only see a few feet in front of them which essentially meant they could only make out each other - their overseers behind them became blurry spectres.

As Amy opened her mouth wide in a lusty gasp as Leo continued to pluck as her lovebud, the dildo was manoeuvred into the gap and several inches into her mouth. Her eyes opened wide in recognition of the somewhat familiar feeling of an appendage in her mouth, she quickly lost herself as Leo continued to flick and tug on her clitoris with glee. He gently pushed her head down onto the shaft and then pulled her head back up; she quickly got into a back and forth rhythm and started to buck her hips in sync with Leo’s teasing.

Kaya was not compassionate with Penny’s introduction to the feeding dildo, grabbing her hair and simultaneously ramming it further down her throat than required. “SUCK! SUCK FOR ALL YOU ARE WORTH FUCKING COW” making Amy flinch at the loud outburst.

Still gripping her hair, Kaya thrust Penny’s head up and down the shaft with reckless abandon, the pained choking and gagging sounds only spurring her on. “Whenever you are given a cock or pussy to worship, real or fake, you will suck it hard, fast and deep like the DIRTY WHORE you are! KEEP GOING!!” Kaya released the hold on Penny’s head momentarily, as Penny tried to continue on at the exact depth she had just been forced to do.
Penny's throat was starting to bruise from the battering Kaya had given her, her airways swelling as she choked so that each fresh thrust as Kaya forced her head forward was harder than the last, each attempt cursed by fresh pain and fear, her muscles naturally recoiling even as she willed herself forwards. It was too difficult, her gag reflex kicked in and she instinctively pulled her head back.

With a frustrated grunt, Kaya grabbed her hair again and kept thrusting her head up and down. “Fucking stupid BITCH!! Can’t even suck a cock!! I swear if I wasn’t under orders to train you hard I would send you off the snuff section right now! Wasting my FUCKING…”She pushed Penny’s head even harder on to the cock, blocking her airways completly and making the girl actually struggle in her bonds, trying to kick her chained feet to survive, pendoulous breasts strectched downswards by the weighted bells swinging wildly. Eventually Kaya pulled her head all the way back until he dildo was free from her mouth, spit and bile all over it and her lips.”...TIME. Airhead bitch. Look at Amy and Buttercunt. Don’t they look hot?? Follow their lead and SUCK!!”

Kaya kicked Penny in her cunt, making the weights swing and bashing her sore stretched clit with her boot.

As the girls both did the best they could, cold liquid began to come out in spurts like the ejacuate of a lover.


Blinded by tears, her vision crippled by the adjustment of her contacts, Penny could barely see even a blurred outline of Buttercunt to act as her model, and all she could do was try to mirror her sister's submissive sucking as she struggled to make Kaya happy.

From what Penny could see Amy was moaning and sucking eagerly, having a far gentler time as Leo teased and pleased her swollen, dripping, drugged-up pussy, leaving Penny to carry the full burden of Kaya's fury.

They sudden spurting refreshments made her gag again, choking so that the precious drink shot back out of Penny's nose, burning hideously in her sinuses, and it wasn't until the fifth jet that she actually managed to swallow, with Kaya screaming in her ear like a demented drill sergeant from an old war movie.

The yelling did nothing to make it easier for Penny to obey, it simply increased her panic and misery, and Penny half suspected that was the point. And indeed, when Penny finally mastered the correct depth and rhythm of cockworship, deepthroating, and swallowing the clumpy nutrient paste pumping from the massive dildo, when even Kaya had no further reason to scream at the poor pony, she simply stepped back, steadied herself, and with a hideous SCHHHLAPPPHH!!, hammered her boot back into Penny's spread, sagging, soaking cunt with such appalling force that the bench groaned under the terrible strain of holding Penny's bucking, broken body in place.

The cacophony of shaking iron bells almost drowned Penny's gagged howls of strangled agony, masked Amy's flinching whimper of terror - soon soothed by Leo's softly stroking fingers - and Buttercunt's frightened whinny was audible only to the two suffering sister's, but throughout the yard the entire body of ponygirls flinched in sympathy. Kaya had never seemed so evil as she did in that moment, balancing effortlessly as she twisted her foot, grinding Penny's swollen, distended clit against the deep, brutal treads of her boot and listening to the gagged choking screams with a smile that chilled their blood.

"Pa-thetic" Kaya drawled "Utterly, shamefully, pathetic. Oh dear no, Penny. You can annoy me all you want but believe me I WILL train you! Now-"

She finally released her foot, leaving the ugly imprint of her boot visibly stamped into Penny's pussy in vile purple welts, and grabbed the sobbing girl by the hair as she impaled the pony's throat back on the massive dildo, and Kaya's voice hissed with pure venom as she brought her lips to Penny's ear and bit before speaking.

" Try again, Pony."

Penny’s pitiful bleating as she choked on the cock just drove Kaya to torment her harder; she just would not let up. Pacing backwards and forwards, sometimes cropping the deeply swollen pussy, one time even placing her boot high up on the back of Penny’s head and holding it there for a good 20 seconds while the poor pony snorted and turned purple as the trainer's entire weight was pressed down on the back of her head.

Penny thought the dildo stuffed in her throat for the shipping was bad - but this ongoing brutal action was surely going to kill her. As she was forced to throat the cock, the frequent cuts in her oxygen supply and the random spurts she was beginning to get light headed.

Kaya was just killing time as the irons were heating up in the coals,waiting for the right moment. Penny and Amy were oblivious to the waiting brands...But Buttercunt had seen them as she was high stepped over ... Kaya locked eyes with Leo a few times and he smiled back, noddly as he increased the pace of Amy’s finger fucking.

Leo was vigorously tugging Amy's clit bell, faster and faster, responding to the girls frantic moaning and bucking. Her hips thrusting up and down as if bouncing on an imaginary cock, her sucking was nowhere near as deep as Penny’s but she wasn’t being punished for it.

Amy was getting louder and louder, so much so that Penny could no longer ignore the deep guttural moans, focusing some small sliver of attention on her sister through red raw eyes. She continued with her effort. Kaya had left her be for a moment but she knew that was no excuse not to deepthroat the fake cock like her life depended on it,

Amy let out one long cry as she crossed the point of no return and began to orgasm, he mouth opening wider around the cock as she began a scream, Her thighs quivered, her asshole clenching even tighter on the anal intruder. Her pussy began to leak and then gush with juices as a powerful, aphrodisiac augmented orgasm enveloped her being...

..and right at the height of climax, Kaya pressed a searing hot iron firmly on Amy’ s lower left buttocks. The flesh and sweat sizzled as her skin was branded with the Cruciatu mark of a permanent resident.

Penny could barely see the length of her sister's body with her vision so blurred by the contacts, but even as she was forced to watch her own sister convulsing in an explosive orgasm she was aware of the glow, the fuzzy orange-white rising up behind Amy's toned ass.

Instinctively, Penny screamed into the gag, her warning lost in the gagging, choking sounds of Amy's pleasure as she bucked and writhed and came and-

-and screamed, an echoing, rattling, gurgling wail of horror as her massive orgasm was comprehensively derailed into a shattered wreck of pain and terror as the sizzling hot steel sank into her flesh with a burst of scorched skin, pressed deep for a bare few seconds of such intense pain that Amy's body simply couldn't process the inhuman agony of what was being done to her. The whiplash she experienced, jolting from the peak of physical pleasure to the impossible depth of pain she felt as her body burned with the mark of ownership was simply too much for her to process, and she collapsed limp, kicking weakly, almost choking herself of the cock in her throat as the stinging smoke dissipated behind her.

The display was nightmarish for Penny. To see her sister's horror, to hear her screams, to breathe in the stinking sizzling stench of scarring skin... And to know that so far Amy had experienced the kindest possible treatment compared to Kaya's cruel abuse was enough to send Penny into a full blown panic attack, her heartrate hitting the red before the brand had even lifted from Amy's body, her cowbells clanking in a cacophony of terror as Penny strained and struggled, bellowing in absolutely blind panic.

Kaya could kill her for all Penny cared. Anything would be better than that, than the brutal branding she'd just witnessed. To have her body pierced and modified and mutilated was terrible enough, but at least Nurse Taylor's cruelty had shown some surgical precision. The branding was purely barbaric, and the pure dread she was feeling made Penny's head spin as her body overloaded on adrenaline, her bruised and battered throat clenching around the cock as she began to spew up her sludgy meal in abject, crippling terror…

Penny could hear Kayas mocking voice, raised louder so she could hear her over Amy's cock gagged cries of anguish "Seems like your not such a dumb cow after all! Can guess what's coming can you?" The voice seemed to be coming from multiple places at once, Penny couldn't focus as she flipped her head this way and that, disoriented by her blurry vision

Amy was crying and wailing into the cock, as Leo threw a bucket of cold water over her to help the brand settle.

Claire's voice cut through it all, harsh and clear directly into Penny’s ear implant "That brand is just to signify you as a pendant resident of Cruciatu. Not really needed in this day and age with the chips we put inside you but what can I say; we do stick to some of the traditional livestock management techniques!"

For a second when she heard Claire's voice Penny felt a surreal wave of hope. Compared to Kaya's cruelty, Claire's companionable chatter was almost a lifeline, her former friend's voice a wonderfully familiar reminder of happier times.

But as the soothing sound of Claire's voice buzzed in her ear and stilled the first animal instinct of Penny's terror, the meaning of her words began to percolate through the bound woman's brain and a new terror set in, a deeper, more hopeless dread.

A clang of metal on metal behind Penny. While Penny's initial panic had been caused by the sound of her sister's skin sizzling as any screamed and the stench of burned flesh flooded Penny's nose, her new fear was borne of absolute despair.

"Oh it's coming, as I'm sure you know. I know Kaya thinks you're an idiot but I've been watching you Penny, and I'm very impressed by all you've been taking in. Yes, you will be branded, but your… special circumstances will be resulting in a few extra ones to mark your multiple status. I think once those udders reach full growth capacity we'll be getting one on the side of them to mark your cow status."

Claire's tone remained light and affectionate, playfully patronising as she reassured Penny that she was smart... But huskily, lustfully greedy as she started to explore the different ways she could have her friend's skin seared and stamped with the markings of her status as Claire's personal plaything.

Penny couldn't believe that her breasts hadn't already reached the maximum limits of their growth, but Claire was so certain and confident that the already punishingly distended tits would continue to grow that despair fought with dread as Penny ceased her struggles and simply slumped.

More activity behind Penny. She feels a change in temperature behind her- the warm kiss of a heater behind her.

"And I do of course have my own personal brand!! Buttercunt has it - I won't tell you where you'll just have to find it when you guys get intimate! But where should we put my mark on you…? You're cheek? Your forehead? Maybe we could even double it up and put one on each juicy cunt lip?"

As if on cue, someone started pulling and posting with Penny's puffy raw labia piercings. The heat behind her started getting intense, along with her panic. She could hear the arousal in Claire's voice now, the dripping mockery coating every word from the redhead's lips as her friend savoured her fear, relishing her mental exploration of Penny's body as she considered new ways to burn her ownership into poor Penny's flesh, her soft voice tracing a path of potential disfigurement down Penny's body from her forehead to her cheek to her ruined, pierced, distended labia...

"Mmmmm let's both have a think she'll we?? For now, just a matching brand will do I think!!"

a hideous hiss, an explosion of heat and agony as Penny's taut round ass burned black, olive skin rippling into a grotesque new pattern, an unendurable agony as Penny's hips heaved, straining her labia to the limit.

And as she drew breath to scream until her voice box broke, Kaya's boot crashed into the back of her skull and impaled Penny's throat on the dildo, strangling her anguish in a sudden flood of the disgusting goo spurting from the shaft, flooding back through Penny's sinuses as it spurted from her suffocating nose and she struggled and screamed and sobbed as her body was stamped and burned. Branded with the proof of her helpless, eternal future of pain in Cruciatu Prime.
 
Oooh the hot brands, exquisite, delicious, pain! I feel every second of Penny’s despair as I suffer each step of her torment. Because of her special status, the brand was extra hot, and held hard against her fleshy buttock longer to burn deep, the agony of the white hot metal kissing her a full 15 seconds! Not even the finest surgeon in the world could save her from the deep furrowed scarring or the brutal agony she will continue to feel with the burn slowly scarifying …. And our hero Claire promises more to come, gosh Penny’s so lucky to have a good friend like her - so darn considerate and loving. Burn that love into Penny, so she never forgets Claire’s tender mercy.
 
Loinclothslave said:
Oooh the hot brands, exquisite, delicious, pain! I feel every second of Penny’s despair as I suffer each step of her torment. Because of her special status, the brand was extra hot, and held hard against her fleshy buttock longer to burn deep, the agony of the white hot metal kissing her a full 15 seconds! Not even the finest surgeon in the world could save her from the deep furrowed scarring or the brutal agony she will continue to feel with the burn slowly scarifying …. And our hero Claire promises more to come, gosh Penny’s so lucky to have a good friend like her - so darn considerate and loving. Burn that love into Penny, so she never forgets Claire’s tender mercy.
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BUTTERCUNT

is such a lusty mad name
i suppose its because her snatch looks feels smells and tastes silky smooth like pure natural real Butter
 
The wretched girls bucked and writhed in their bonds as the pain from the brand settled in. The more time passed, the more their seared skin and nerves screamed at them over the damage inflicted. For Amy her mind was in turmoil, the aphrodisiac still coursing through her blood keeping her loins in heat with desire while she squirmed form the rising agony form her ass cheek.

Their day’s training was over. Leo splashed and rubbed some stinging disinfectant over both of the angry red brands while Kaya disconnected the tail attachment from the plugs while keeping the inflated appendages in them. She made sure to do it roughly, sending shockwaves down through the tightly crammed and filled anuses of the girls. The cocks were now constantly squirting liquid into the girls gobs, causing it to stream out the sides of their mouths and forming puddles on the floor.

Buttercunt had shut her eyes, trying to shut out the two tormented girls' muffled cries and sobs and stay in her own world. She was still firmly sucking the cock and not a drop of the liquid had fallen from her mouth.

In their current predicament and still reeling from the shock of the brand, the unfortunate effect of the cock squirting out more and more liquid had not yet become apparent. The liquid pumping into them had already replenished their dehydrated bodies, but now it was starting to fill their bladders to uncomfortable levels.

To make their torments worse, they both had no idea an implant that had been put into them via keyhole surgery when they were both knocked out - a remotely controlled catheter.

Even if the girls were brave (or stupid) enough to pee without permission from their handler, they would not be able to unless their cathdar was opened for them. Their bladder was essentially a cell, closed off to the world and keeping the golden liquid burning in them until their masters and mistress gave them permission to relieve themselves. Most of the ponies had them, and each had had a training session where they were forced to exercise with a bulging bladder - it was an experience most vowed to work harder to avoid.

The girls had now been stripped of most of the pony adornments - they now just had the ring gags, pony boots and buttplugs installed - the bells and harness had been removed and returned to the stables. Cock’s removed from mouths leaving strings of goo, Kaya and Leo both got their charges up with various clicks of the tongues and smacks on the non branded buttcheeks. The girls were soon jostled behind each other and clits rings chained and connected.

“We’re going to your ‘room’ now, ponies! It’s a bit of a walk through the facility but you WILL be high stepping the whole way!” Without waiting for acknowledgement or response, Leo tugged on Amy’s clit chain and pulled the snivelling girls forward and out of the yard.

Somehow the relief that the nightmare training session was over wasn't enough for Penny. True, it had been the only thing she'd wanted while it was happening, and the relief she felt as the terrible iron bells were unhooked from her stretched and throbbing nipples and cunt, allowing her teats and lips to spring back from the constant agony of being stretched almost to the point of tearing was indescribably wonderful...

...but she was still in so much pain. Her stomach felt bloated. Her tits ached inside, her strained suspensory ligaments and tender titmeat aching with every breath after enduring such impossible abuse. Her ass was still stuffed beyond any normal limit and her olive flesh was a mess of crisscrossed welts and whip lashes... And the deep angry burning of the brand which marked her as a permanent prisoner in Cruciatu Prime.

And somehow worse than all that was a growing fear of being taken out back inside. The punishment and training and humiliation and even the branding had all been horrific... But they were nothing compared to the grotesque medical tortures inflicted on her in Nurse Taylor's care, or the brutal treatment she endured in the processing plant.

They were led down a corridor, screams echoing from all around. Pumping their legs as high as Leo’s pace would allow, Kaya would continue to crop and abuse Penny from behind as her poor clit yanked and jostled with every step. Their full bladders were now becoming apparent and Penny at least had the fear of god of what would happen if she couldn’t hold it anymore and peed herself; luckily that was not an option.

If Penny dared, she'd have dug in her hooves and resisted being marched, but thankfully she wasn't a that stupid - whatever Kaya may have thought. As it was, even the slightest hesitation on Penny's part meant her sister jerking against the evil clit chain, twanging Penny's clit into a fire of agony while Amy moaned in a helpless confusion of arousal and pain.

And with every step the strain in the girls' bodies grew worse, until the sheer effort of drawing their exhausted high-stepping legs up to crunch against their bloated bladders brought them out in beads of sweat.

Reaching a large elevator resembling a goods lift, the four went in. Leo directed Amy and Penny into the lift and stood them side by side, facing the wall. For a second only panting and whimpering could be heard from them before the lift thumped to life and began a journey down to the basement level where the sisters would be stored at night.

The ‘wall’ in the elevator suddenly came alive; the sisters knew due to their positioning that they were supposed to watch it. What played on the screen was truly demoralising and caused them both to gape and start to cry - it was them from earlier in their day!

The CCTV crew at Cruciatu were already busy chopping and editing the girls' training, selecting all the highlights and the best moments for their files and future multimedia. The girls were given a special early cut of the day. They saw their own asses invaded and filled, a high angle view of them being led into the yard, and then multiple viewpoints of them clumsily stumbling through their first steps as ponies. Buttercunts elegance even had a cameo, showing the pony’s screaming squirting orgasm which echoed off the elevator's walls, even with the din of it moving.

“Watch and learn ponies. Pay special attention to your movements; the days and weeks are only going to get harder so I advise you to get MUCH better at your training” Kaya hissed behind them.

The scenes were intercut with many full screen closeup views of their terrified faces; screaming into their gags, Penny choking on the dildo replica and Amy’s flushed face screwed up in concentration as they pranced around. The lift ride only took just over a minute but it was still plenty of time for the girls to be reminded of the horrors of the day. When they saw and heard the sizzle of their flesh in high definition they both winced in pain, feeling the brand on their cheeks even more.

Penny began sobbing helplessly as it dawned on her that every element of their agony was being captured not just for Claire's cruel amusement but for an invisible army of anonymous perverts to drool over, relishing every second of pain, every moment of humiliation, every intimate element of the hideous nightmare her friend had condemned her to.

The lift juddered to a halt, the elevator doors ground open… Penny gagged, terrified bile rising in her throat as she prepared to spend her first full night in the depths of Cruciatu Prime.

Many of the prisoners here were kept on the lower levels, while most of the activities and training took place on ground and B1. It was found that even the psychological effect of being kept in the basement had a resounding impact on most of the women kept there. B5 (the destination for the girls) was particularly oppressive; being so low underground had a true sense of foreboding - like they were closer to hell itself.

The girls moved out into the hallway. It was hard not to notice the oppressing silence here, soon broken by the clopping of the girls' pony boots as they marched helplessly down the hall. Even the sounds caused by them seemed muted here, like the walls themselves were absorbing their essence.

Not too far down the hall, a heavy metal door was open and Leo led them through into a larger room than Penny had expected for a cell. It was about a 4 x 4 metres concrete container..

Both girls' eyes darted around the room and they soon saw what we likely to be today's final destination. On the far wall there were cell bars at the bottom of the wall and a depression within - cages not in the room but built into the wall! Tiny concrete cells, their only opening into the world is the metal door into this larger room. The size of the cages were definitely giving Amy claustrophobic anxiety already.

Kaya addressed the girls as Leo began unclipping their clit chains "Here we are ladies! I personally would have creamed the two of you into the same cage but orders are orders: you each get your own!" She clicked her fingers and pointed down

"Kneel!"

"The ring gags, plugs stay in, and your arms will remain shackled behind your back so you don't get too horny and try to play with yourselves! Now, you thank me and Leo for your training today before shuffling in your home!!"
 
Penny stared at the tiny cramped little holes in disbelief. The dark, dank chill of the B5 corridors had already taken on an almost physical weight in the sisters' minds, a sensation of their own depth inside the earth, of the weight of impassible rock and concrete between them and the sun. Penny's olive skin was already covered in goosebumps, her already fine-tuned terror ratcheting up notch by notch by notch as she and Amy clip-clopped through the oppressive subterranean silence.

A few moments ago Penny would have believed she could sleep anywhere, if the pain in her bloated bladder didn't burst first. Now, staring at the tiny, iron-barred concrete cell she found herself wishing she was back in the training yard. Even sweating and screaming with the terrible iron bells dragging at her tortured flesh would be better than being crushed inside that tiny cramped coffin.

Beside her, Amy sank to her knees, burrowing her face into Leo's legs, her voice a high-pitched whimper that even Penny could scarcely understand.

"Nonononopleasenonopleasedon'tpleasepleasedon'tdon'tsirplease!!" the mangled word rose in pitch as Amy's terror drove the air from her lung in a pathetic plea for mercy, her face white, drawn and terrified as she rubbed her breasts against his thighs, her face against his crotch, trying shamelessly to seduce him from his duty and save her from the claustrophobic terror awaiting her in the wall.

"Please" Penny heard herself saying, surprising even herself "Not Amy, please Master Leo, sir. Mistress Kaya, ma'am. I... I thank you for our training. I'm sorry I was so stupid. Please... My sister isn't... She hates cramped spaces. I..." She swallowed, her already fear-addled mind qualling at the expression on Kaya's face.

Claire(via CCTV), Kaya and Leo all found Penny's attempted obdience and Amys grovelling deeply entertaining and somewhat predictable; many girls at this early stage of training tricked themselves into believing that complete and utter compliance would spare them the worst of the tortures.

It was probably too horrible and impossible for them to comprehend that their pure suffering was what their captors truly wanted out of them.

"I beg you, d-don't leave Amy here, let her sleep-I, I mean stable her with Buttercunt so she can learn and... And I'll take her punishment for her. Please? I... I'm grateful for the lovely cell, its... Its more than a stupid animal like me deserves!"

Claire(via CCTV), Kaya and Leo all found Penny's attempted obdience and Amys grovelling deeply entertaining and somewhat predictable; many girls at this early stage of training tricked themselves into believing that complete and utter compliance would spare them the worst of the tortures.

It was probably too horrible and impossible for them to comprehend that their pure suffering was what their captors truly wanted out of them.

Penny's face was crimson by the time she finished talking, her humiliation beyond anything she'd yet experienced simply because she'd done it willingly, but she didn't wait to hear the trainers' responses after such a ridiculous outburst. Rather than face their wrath herself she dropped to her knees, risked a quick clumsy kiss on poor Amy's shoulder and crawled hurriedly into the open grille of the tiny cell.

She regretted it instantly. It was lower than it looked from outside and she had to hunch almost immediately or else crack her skull on the cement ceiling. Dropping her stance left her newly massive breasts brushing the floor, the dank chill instantly freezing the soft fat flesh, the roughly poured concrete scraping her skin as she pushed onwards into the oubliette, and with a sudden surge of nausea Penny realised she couldn't turn around.

There simply wasn't space, even to roll over. Concrete pressed in around her, the darkness grew almost complete as her hanging tits and raised ass blotted out the cold clinical light of the outer cell, and she experienced a sudden surge of utterly primal fear as she realised she was trapped inside the rough, icy rock prison with no way to stretch or turn or move.

"WAAAIIIIIIT!!" she howled, a sudden burst of animal dread that sent Amy into a spiralling panic attack "Let me back oouuuuttt!!" Claire could not stiffle a wicked cackle as Penny realised her mistake and tried to reverse out, just as Kaya slammed the door shut.

And as she clumsily inched back, scraping her nipples almost raw on the floor, her foot met the immovable presence of an icy iron bar pinning her in place.

"Ooops!" Claire's voice giggled in her ear "did we tuck you in too soon?" She couldn' imagine a more terrible way to enter the little wall cell!

She also considered the predicament of space in Penny's cell. It was cramped now, but she was expecting her breasts to continue one final growth spurt for now during the night before entering the full milk production phase. By the morning most of the gaps in the cell would be filled with udder flesh!

Penny's impossibly tightly plugged ass gyrated alluring as she little searched for wiggle room in her cage only to find none, the labia rings tinkling uselessly again the cell door as she pressed her ass against it, trying to push her way back out

The sounds behind her now slightly muffled, Penny was dismayed to hear that her attempt at mercy for her sister had failed. The indistinct sounds of Amy being coerced into the same tiny concrete cell echoed into her. The sound seemed dulled in Penny's tiny cell, yet the shrieking seemed to bounce off the tiny walls directly into her brain.

She tried to turn around, to glimpse what was happening outside her cell but only succeeded in seeing the smallest fraction of light reflected off the blank wall hearing the heart wrenching sounds clearer.

"Shhhhh pony shhhhhh" Leo firmly hissed over Amy's wailing, eventually calming her into silence. "That's it, back you go....Back....Good….listen to me and you'll be able to see out of your little room tonight."

Amy had been made to shuffle backwards Into her cell before the cage door shut with a clang and locked for the night. Tears overflowing, she looked up at Leo with betrayed eyes and sniffled and sobbed pathetically as she slumped down into her own sizable breasts, hers hands still bound and unable to support her.

Kaya's commanding voice cut through the scene "Right!! Both of you! Listen up! For now, if one of you fails you both get punishment. That is why you're both here." She eyes Amy purposefully at the mention of the world both.

"You dumb animals have probably understood you won't be getting any bowel movements tonight - that can wait until tomorrow's cleaning. What you probably haven't realised is as part of today's punishment we've enabled the catheter lock - your bladders will remain blocked overnight; you're welcome to try to relieve yourselves but I guarantee you it will only result in more discomfort. From now on, only good ponies get the privilege of being able to pee!" She gleefully sneered down at the girls, obviously relishing in the thought of them cramped up and suffering through the night.

"I suggest you rest well. Tomorrow we'll be working on your endurance so it will be a long and hard day." With a click of her heels she turned and gracefully strutted out, Leo casting a smirk at the girls at the mention of tomorrow's training and then followed.

As they left the lights went out, plunging the two girls into darkness. They both began grieving as they tried to figure out how they would make it through their first night of true sleep.

In the silence and the dark the tiny wall cell seemed even smaller, and Penny retched in terror as what little gleam of light she could see reflecting from the dull cement walls was extinguished.

Beside her she heard her sister give a wail of absolute despair as Amy realised Leo had lied - she was facing outwards, yes, she could see outside in theory, but in practice she was plunged into absolute blackness. Not even a glimmer of the harsh corridor lights entered the tiny cell, and Amy was instantly plummeted into a panicked spiral of terror as her senses screamed at her. The cold roof above her back, pressing down on her spine, the icy walls pinning her arms and legs together on either side, the freezing floor leeching the heat from her body as she hunkered in the tiny tomb - and pressing hard against her face the thick, immovable iron bars that kept her trapped and blind and helpless in the suffocating little hole were enough that the poor young woman forgot her physical pain entirely and simply screamed.

"Amy?" Penny called "Amy, sweetie, it's okay sis! Hey... Hey... Ames, its alright! I know its horrible but... Um, B-but we'll be okay. You heard them, they're gonna come back! We can get through this!"

Amy simply kept screaming, a wordless, animal wail that cut through Penny's pathetic attempts of reassurance, echoing in the blackness of the room, rebounding and twisting around the walls until, to her shame, Penny scraped her arms up the walls to pathetically cover her ears, trying to blot out the sound Amy's endless nightmare as the dark cell shrank even further around her.

The cold grew steadily worse, accelerating the cramps the girls were suffering - both the needle-sharp lances of strain in their bloated, throbbing bladders and the intolerable waves of agony as their strained and over-stressed muscles bunched and knotted, turning the cramped cells into genuine tortureboxes in which the girls inability to move became a genuine stress position, until Penny was squirming and fighting for even a scrap of leeway, ignoring the pain as her brand brushed against the bars, groaning at the way her massive labia rings clanged and twisted against the locked iron gate, bouncing in the magnetic field as they stretched and sawed her delicate flesh until she thought she might go insane from the constant, horrible stimulation and tears poured down her face.

Amy eventually screamed herself into such terrible depths of terror that her hyperventilation made her dizzy, almost giddy, and she descended into hysterical giggles followed by an exhausted slumber, her head resting almost peacefully on the pillows of her inflated tits, but Penny's relief took longer. She simply couldn't be comfortable, the cell genuinely seemed to be shrinking around her, and she was almost certain her own abused breasts were bruising so badly they grew.

In fact, of course, her udders had been swelling all day, all according to Claire's specifications and Nurse Taylor's terrible surgical skill, but Penny's first day of training had been so hideously intense she simply hadn't noticed the rapid expansion of her titmeat, but now she had nothing to distract her from the painful replication of tissue turning her tits into grotesque parodies of female flesh, bloated breasts of of all proportion to Penny's figure as the cold, dark hours dragged by.

By morning Penny had still barely slept, but what little rest she'd taken had been snatched half smothered in the depths of her own cleavage and a deep throbbing ache inside her massive mammaries hinted ominously at the second stage of Claire's designs for her friend's poor breasts…
 
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Penny stared at the tiny cramped little holes in disbelief. The dark, dank chill of the B5 corridors had already taken on an almost physical weight in the sisters' minds, a sensation of their own depth inside the earth, of the weight of impassible rock and concrete between them and the sun. Penny's olive skin was already covered in goosebumps, her already fine-tuned terror ratcheting up notch by notch by notch as she and Amy clip-clopped through the oppressive subterranean silence.

A few moments ago Penny would have believed she could sleep anywhere, if the pain in her bloated bladder didn't burst first. Now, staring at the tiny, iron-barred concrete cell she found herself wishing she was back in the training yard. Even sweating and screaming with the terrible iron bells dragging at her tortured flesh would be better than being crushed inside that tiny cramped coffin.

Beside her, Amy sank to her knees, burrowing her face into Leo's legs, her voice a high-pitched whimper that even Penny could scarcely understand.

"Nonononopleasenonopleasedon'tpleasepleasedon'tdon'tsirplease!!" the mangled word rose in pitch as Amy's terror drove the air from her lung in a pathetic plea for mercy, her face white, drawn and terrified as she rubbed her breasts against his thighs, her face against his crotch, trying shamelessly to seduce him from his duty and save her from the claustrophobic terror awaiting her in the wall.

"Please" Penny heard herself saying, surprising even herself "Not Amy, please Master Leo, sir. Mistress Kaya, ma'am. I... I thank you for our training. I'm sorry I was so stupid. Please... My sister isn't... She hates cramped spaces. I..." She swallowed, her already fear-addled mind qualling at the expression on Kaya's face.

Claire(via CCTV), Kaya and Leo all found Penny's attempted obdience and Amys grovelling deeply entertaining and somewhat predictable; many girls at this early stage of training tricked themselves into believing that complete and utter compliance would spare them the worst of the tortures.

It was probably too horrible and impossible for them to comprehend that their pure suffering was what their captors truly wanted out of them.

"I beg you, d-don't leave Amy here, let her sleep-I, I mean stable her with Buttercunt so she can learn and... And I'll take her punishment for her. Please? I... I'm grateful for the lovely cell, its... Its more than a stupid animal like me deserves!"

Claire(via CCTV), Kaya and Leo all found Penny's attempted obdience and Amys grovelling deeply entertaining and somewhat predictable; many girls at this early stage of training tricked themselves into believing that complete and utter compliance would spare them the worst of the tortures.

It was probably too horrible and impossible for them to comprehend that their pure suffering was what their captors truly wanted out of them.

Penny's face was crimson by the time she finished talking, her humiliation beyond anything she'd yet experienced simply because she'd done it willingly, but she didn't wait to hear the trainers' responses after such a ridiculous outburst. Rather than face their wrath herself she dropped to her knees, risked a quick clumsy kiss on poor Amy's shoulder and crawled hurriedly into the open grille of the tiny cell.

She regretted it instantly. It was lower than it looked from outside and she had to hunch almost immediately or else crack her skull on the cement ceiling. Dropping her stance left her newly massive breasts brushing the floor, the dank chill instantly freezing the soft fat flesh, the roughly poured concrete scraping her skin as she pushed onwards into the oubliette, and with a sudden surge of nausea Penny realised she couldn't turn around.

There simply wasn't space, even to roll over. Concrete pressed in around her, the darkness grew almost complete as her hanging tits and raised ass blotted out the cold clinical light of the outer cell, and she experienced a sudden surge of utterly primal fear as she realised she was trapped inside the rough, icy rock prison with no way to stretch or turn or move.

"WAAAIIIIIIT!!" she howled, a sudden burst of animal dread that sent Amy into a spiralling panic attack "Let me back oouuuuttt!!" Claire could not stiffle a wicked cackle as Penny realised her mistake and tried to reverse out, just as Kaya slammed the door shut.

And as she clumsily inched back, scraping her nipples almost raw on the floor, her foot met the immovable presence of an icy iron bar pinning her in place.

"Ooops!" Claire's voice giggled in her ear "did we tuck you in too soon?" She couldn' imagine a more terrible way to enter the little wall cell!

She also considered the predicament of space in Penny's cell. It was cramped now, but she was expecting her breasts to continue one final growth spurt for now during the night before entering the full milk production phase. By the morning most of the gaps in the cell would be filled with udder flesh!

Penny's impossibly tightly plugged ass gyrated alluring as she little searched for wiggle room in her cage only to find none, the labia rings tinkling uselessly again the cell door as she pressed her ass against it, trying to push her way back out

The sounds behind her now slightly muffled, Penny was dismayed to hear that her attempt at mercy for her sister had failed. The indistinct sounds of Amy being coerced into the same tiny concrete cell echoed into her. The sound seemed dulled in Penny's tiny cell, yet the shrieking seemed to bounce off the tiny walls directly into her brain.

She tried to turn around, to glimpse what was happening outside her cell but only succeeded in seeing the smallest fraction of light reflected off the blank wall hearing the heart wrenching sounds clearer.

"Shhhhh pony shhhhhh" Leo firmly hissed over Amy's wailing, eventually calming her into silence. "That's it, back you go....Back....Good….listen to me and you'll be able to see out of your little room tonight."

Amy had been made to shuffle backwards Into her cell before the cage door shut with a clang and locked for the night. Tears overflowing, she looked up at Leo with betrayed eyes and sniffled and sobbed pathetically as she slumped down into her own sizable breasts, hers hands still bound and unable to support her.

Kaya's commanding voice cut through the scene "Right!! Both of you! Listen up! For now, if one of you fails you both get punishment. That is why you're both here." She eyes Amy purposefully at the mention of the world both.

"You dumb animals have probably understood you won't be getting any bowel movements tonight - that can wait until tomorrow's cleaning. What you probably haven't realised is as part of today's punishment we've enabled the catheter lock - your bladders will remain blocked overnight; you're welcome to try to relieve yourselves but I guarantee you it will only result in more discomfort. From now on, only good ponies get the privilege of being able to pee!" She gleefully sneered down at the girls, obviously relishing in the thought of them cramped up and suffering through the night.

"I suggest you rest well. Tomorrow we'll be working on your endurance so it will be a long and hard day." With a click of her heels she turned and gracefully strutted out, Leo casting a smirk at the girls at the mention of tomorrow's training and then followed.

As they left the lights went out, plunging the two girls into darkness. They both began grieving as they tried to figure out how they would make it through their first night of true sleep.

In the silence and the dark the tiny wall cell seemed even smaller, and Penny retched in terror as what little gleam of light she could see reflecting from the dull cement walls was extinguished.

Beside her she heard her sister give a wail of absolute despair as Amy realised Leo had lied - she was facing outwards, yes, she could see outside in theory, but in practice she was plunged into absolute blackness. Not even a glimmer of the harsh corridor lights entered the tiny cell, and Amy was instantly plummeted into a panicked spiral of terror as her senses screamed at her. The cold roof above her back, pressing down on her spine, the icy walls pinning her arms and legs together on either side, the freezing floor leeching the heat from her body as she hunkered in the tiny tomb - and pressing hard against her face the thick, immovable iron bars that kept her trapped and blind and helpless in the suffocating little hole were enough that the poor young woman forgot her physical pain entirely and simply screamed.

"Amy?" Penny called "Amy, sweetie, it's okay sis! Hey... Hey... Ames, its alright! I know its horrible but... Um, B-but we'll be okay. You heard them, they're gonna come back! We can get through this!"

Amy simply kept screaming, a wordless, animal wail that cut through Penny's pathetic attempts of reassurance, echoing in the blackness of the room, rebounding and twisting around the walls until, to her shame, Penny scraped her arms up the walls to pathetically cover her ears, trying to blot out the sound Amy's endless nightmare as the dark cell shrank even further around her.

The cold grew steadily worse, accelerating the cramps the girls were suffering - both the needle-sharp lances of strain in their bloated, throbbing bladders and the intolerable waves of agony as their strained and over-stressed muscles bunched and knotted, turning the cramped cells into genuine tortureboxes in which the girls inability to move became a genuine stress position, until Penny was squirming and fighting for even a scrap of leeway, ignoring the pain as her brand brushed against the bars, groaning at the way her massive labia rings clanged and twisted against the locked iron gate, bouncing in the magnetic field as they stretched and sawed her delicate flesh until she thought she might go insane from the constant, horrible stimulation and tears poured down her face.

Amy eventually screamed herself into such terrible depths of terror that her hyperventilation made her dizzy, almost giddy, and she descended into hysterical giggles followed by an exhausted slumber, her head resting almost peacefully on the pillows of her inflated tits, but Penny's relief took longer. She simply couldn't be comfortable, the cell genuinely seemed to be shrinking around her, and she was almost certain her own abused breasts were bruising so badly they grew.

In fact, of course, her udders had been swelling all day, all according to Claire's specifications and Nurse Taylor's terrible surgical skill, but Penny's first day of training had been so hideously intense she simply hadn't noticed the rapid expansion of her titmeat, but now she had nothing to distract her from the painful replication of tissue turning her tits into grotesque parodies of female flesh, bloated breasts of of all proportion to Penny's figure as the cold, dark hours dragged by.

By morning Penny had still barely slept, but what little rest she'd taken had been snatched half smothered in the depths of her own cleavage and a deep throbbing ache inside her massive mammaries hinted ominously at the second stage of Claire's designs for her friend's poor breasts…
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Diabolical- what torture! This is how writing can go beyond illustration in descriptive creativity.
 
Claire had a packed day. She was negotiating a very lucrative deal with a sheik from the middle east who wanted a large variety of slaves for his harem - black, white, asian, trained, untrained, virgins….16 slaves in total! This wasn’t a problem of course, but customer satisfaction in this case was paramount and Claire and her team worked hard to get exactly what was ordered.

She was so busy she didn’t get any time to check on her girls until later in the afternoon. She had checked a few text notification updates that were pushed to her phone but had enough self control to not indulge in the feeds. From the updates of what to expect she knew shge could wait until the perfect moment to catch up on their day's experience.

At around 5pm London time Claire was in her activewear, holding a nice cool bottle of water and jumping on her treadmill. She loved a bit of irony…

Setting a nice leisurely pace and connecting her mobile to the screen on the treadmill, she brought up the girls files. Selecting Amy’s file first, she screencast the CCTV to the treadmills screen before starting to jog herself.

The screen now showed another human being on a treadmill, but one who was in a desperate state of exhaustion. Head to toe the figure was drenched in sweat, the ponytails (her ass and her head) both matted with the perspiration. Claire had not connected to audio yet, but as the video feed was showing multiple views of Amy she could tell the girl was crying and wailing through panting breathes.

She was wearing a different setup to her experience, something a bit more streamlined. Her nipples were stretched out in front of her connected to wires. Her pussy and ass plugs also had wires trailing from them, connected to a machine off to the side, the wires swaying and swinging as she jogged.

Claire could feel the heat rising between her legs, and not from the running. Connecting the audio, her ears were filled with the sweet music of the younger sister's miserable exhaustion. A clock in the corner was counting up from 4:16:32 - the hours, minutes and seconds that this training session had been going. It took a lot to surprise Claire and this certainly did - that was an exceptional length of training!

Amy wasn’t currently high stepping, but making quick desperate steps as fast as her hooved feet would take her. The pace of the treadmill wasn't particularly fast, more of a brisk jog but would have been agony in the hooves for that length of time.

Claire could barely hold back her anticipation - how was Penny managing? She almost paused on the treadmill thinking it over. No...Savor the moment, don't rush. She selected Penny’s file and looked at the multimedia captures from the day. Selecting the first one, she started streaming the starting moments of the girls day.

5 hours earlier

Blinding light filled the cell. It barely filtered through to Penny past her ass and tit flesh. Amy was too exhausted to be awakened by it. Even the clicking of Kaya heels did not rouse the girls from their slumber.

Smiling sweetly at the girls, Kaya slowly, deliberately brought out the control remote for the plugs . Kaya stared directly at the CCTV camera and winked, before shocking the girls via the plugs in their anus.

The screams happened a second later, as the girls first had to wake, then register the pain, then react.

Amy crashed her head into the wall as she jostled awake, then stared miserably out of the tiny cage sobbing. Kaya opened the cell down and beckoned her forward with one delicate finger.

“Out slave. Come out and kneel and wait.”

As Amy crawled out, Kaya clicked over and opened up Penny’s cage. She couldn’t see her face or tell she was awake, but dug her hell in the ass flesh and saw her body flinch.

“Get out lazy bitch!”

A low groan rumbled out of the cell. This was followed but more moaning as the ass and knees slowly, slowly began to move backwards with what looked like an extreme effort. The ass emerged, the punished and pierced anus still gripping the oversized plug tightly. Her hips emerged.

As more of her body moved out, everyone watching was taken aback by what was emerging from the cage.
 
The udders that were hanging from Penny's chest and dragging on the floor had doubled in size overnight. They were now truly huge by any standard.

Round, full, red. Deep blue veins, very pronounced, making their own small ridges on the breast. Bigger than any fake saline tits a porn star would get, they looked very real and very heavy.

Just as horrified as anyone else was Penny. She had slowly slowly realised what was happening overnight but robbed of her vision she could only feel the weight underneath her growing and getting more tight and painful.

All the long night in the icy, crushing concrete she had felt the throbbing in her tits, the burning pain within her chest as she shivered in the freezing subterranean hole, vying with the cramps in her torn leg muscles and the fact she'd found herself half smothered in her own swelling breasts meant she had some idea of what must have been happening to her, but she hadn't understood the extent.

She couldn't have, not until she tried to move.Every now and then she had tested the limits of her movement and it felt like she had two concrete slabs attached to the top of her torso.

As she fully emerged from the cage, she turned herself around and half crawled, half dragged herself forward to where Amy was without saying a word. She couldn't find any relief on all fours: even arching her spine as high as she could, her newly massive tits touched the floor, and the mere effort of trying to support herself was absolutely exhausting.

Pulling herself alongside her sibling, with a herculean effort she lifted herself up on her knees, but then toppled straight forward. A swift kick from Kaya made her try with renewed resolve and she was soon teetering on her knees, trembling and straining and she tried to balance. The position was hell on her bladder, but she was too afraid to try and shift into a more comfortable position lest she lose her balance again.

Her whole body felt alien, her balance and sense of competence completely shattered by the fact Nurse Taylor had pumped her breasts so full of Vitula that her bloated, veiny udders now weighed over three pounds apiece. Each transformed into a devastating anchor of perverted breastmeat, force-grown but utterly natural... Now they were slowly starting to produce milk as Penny's defenceless body obeyed Nurse Taylor's injected instructions to the last twisted letter.

Amy turned her head slightly, then couldn’t help herself, the breath catching in her throat just as she stifled a horrified scream at her older sister's heavily modified breasts. Tears were running down Penny's cheeks just from the sheer effort of holding herself in a kneeling posture, and her sister looked more like a grotesque graffiti parody of herself than a living, suffering woman, her face grey as the muscles of her poor back screamed under the strain and her ass was forced to clench tight around the spiked and studded anal plug.

Kaya was impressed.Trainer Leo's face was concerned. Even Claire, watching the scene hours later, had to stop running so she could truly drink in the view; her eyes wide, the grin even larger than usual.

The grotesque fleshglobes would make it almost impossible for Penny to perform properly as a pony - even Kaya could see that any half-respectable high-step would require Penny to hammer her bony knee up into the vein-streaked sacks of titmeat straining to drag Penny back to her knees - but that was clearly part of Claire's plan.

Penny was to be trained as a pony, trained to the absolute peak of perfection. And she had the whole of her miserable, tortured life to learn to perform despite the brutal, punishing poundage pumped into her poor udders.

Starting right now.

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First came the morning ‘feeding’. There was no time to waste on luxuries like ‘eating’ this morning. The girls would get the day's nutrients and protein from a quick enema into their embedded plugs. Bent over a preparation bar, the girls' collars were chained.

Leo grabbed a hose like object and connected it to the end of the tail plug, where a thick beige, cold liquid was fed into their anal tract. Nothing like a punishment enema, this was just a convenient and degrading way to make sure the girls had enough energy to keep going. The groans and twitching asses gave away what an unpleasant sensation this type of filling was but the nightmares of being filled before the shipping were still fresh in their heads so they kept their griping to a minimum.

For Amy, the grotesque, unnatural sensation of the icy nutrients being pumped into her already overstuffed ass was a humiliation too far. Even though this was nothing like the experience of being pumped full of nightmare fuel in the processing station, the sensation of being bent over as her tight rectum was forced to swell to breaking point was similar enough to trigger an instinctive, traumatic panic response and the poor girl screamed and stamped, her hoofed feet clopping out a staccato beat of horror as she thrashed uselessly against the restraints holding her bent firmly over the preparation bar.

But for Penny the pain was almost irrelevant, a signal sent shooting along nerves already overloaded with agony, a horrible trigger of alarm lost in the din of her body as she was bent forwards so tightly her massively enlarged udders felt ready to rip from her tortured torso, the unfamiliar, evil weight of titmeat swaying and sagging, her obscene nipple rings almost scraping the floor as the helpless pony's back struggled to bear the brutal weight of her bloated breasts.

Yes, the nutrient paste being pumped into her ass gave her terrible stomach cramps. The pressure grew and grew until her bladder felt about to burst, her body force-fed remorselessly, more and more fluid driven inside her ass until her pierced and plugged ass was visibly straining, the tight crinkled hole straining against the studded spikes affixed between her tight little cheeks. That alone would have brought any woman to tears.

But Penny wasn't sobbing with pain, wasn't screaming because of the sensation of her poor abused anus being skewered on the spiked studs or because her belly and bladder were both at bursting point, the sealed valve mercilessly forcing her bodily waste to remain trapped inside the bloated balloon of her bladder until the need to release her pent up piss reached a fever-pitch so inhuman it made Penny's teeth throb in anguish.

She was screaming because as she stood bent like a bitch in heat, her serrated steel piercings swaying and sawing as they stretched her tortured, sagging cuntlips further and further down her dripping thighs, Penny could still feel her tits swelling.

Deep inside the force-grown flesh globes the Vitula-L was moving into the second stage of its effect. Having modified her mammaries to massive proportions the chemical concoction was now bootstrapping Penny's milk production at a rate far beyond the natural limits of her body. Already her ducts were swelling, her lobules swelling in response to a remorseless tide of hormones that had been laser-targeted to have an almost instant impact on her helpless udders, and as Penny stood bent over, bellowing in horror, she was forced to feel her already enormous udders swelling and straining as her heavy tits began obediently engorging.

Of course the poor pony couldn't explain any of that - Nurse Taylor's sadistic, smirking perfection was so long ago, so obliterated by other horrors, that Penny had almost forgotten it - but she felt it, a constant alienation as her body was warped, and the loss of control left her utterly horrified, psychologically crippled as her own body was forced to collaborate in her own torture.

The mad, horrified, stare of her pretty green eyes was captured in full HD as Kaya forced the last litre of enema inside her, and the closeup footage alone would be enough to cause Claire to cum even as she ran through her training routine on the treadmill... But that was hours in the future.

Leo groped at the expansive and sensitive tit flesh of Penny in awe. She squealed and screamed, it was still so sore and full! Their body and head harnesses were also applied with help from Kaya- today's attire was far less showy and consisted of leather straps around their body, a corset-like belt and a head harness with a bit gag. The parts clinked and jingled, many connecting rings hanging off it for some unseen purpose.

After their tummies were filled (pushing uncomfortably down to their bladders) the girls were unchained and led over to one of the walls on the concrete room that had a drain in the ground. Kaya sneered down at them, hands on hips.

‘Ok girls, I am going to be very nice to you this morning as you have a hard day. We’re going to open up those bladders. Now, squat!’

Both obeyed quickly, almost jumping at the chance to relieve themselves; although poor Penny noticeably slower due to the downward strain from her gigantic breasts.

‘Lower!’

Kaya waited patiently until both were in position. Their calves beginning to tremble from the exertion, Penny’s face straining against the gravity

‘Piss slaves! Quickly before I change my mind and close it off for the day.’ she opened the internal catheter and sent some small electric impulses to make the bladder spasm and help the process; not that either slave required this after being restricted so long.

The punishing position only served to emphasise the unnatural way Penny's modifications made even the slightest movement a torment for her leather-bound body.

But everyone saw the livid red blush of abject humiliation as she helplessly pissed herself, an almost endless steaming stream pouring from her pierced and sagging pussy as Kaya released the control and finally allowed the ponies' bodies to relieve the inhuman strain on their backed-up bladders after the long, agonising hours they'd endured sealed tight.

The girls bit their bit gags,the pressure caused by the enema and the squat caused the steady urine stream burn out of them without any assistance from the electrical pulses

As the seconds ticked away Penny just had to get out of the leg burning squat or she faced a collapse, but her tits were smacked over and over by the Kaya's crop flogging the fattened fleshglobes until the poor pony sank back into the horrible stress of her squatting position.

With the unfamiliar weight of her ridiculously massive tits dragging her whole centre of gravity forwards, Penny's posture as she squatted was a form of torture in itself. Her lower back burned, her shoulders strained from the effort to hold herself as Kaya commanded, and her single stretch in search of relief brought her nothing but more agony as her throbbing tits were flogged...

As the stream slowed down, it was abruptly cut off as Kaya activated the catheter lock, trapping the rest of the liquid waste inside the girls. The sudden stop surprised both the girls who hadn't done anything to do the evacuation, let alone stop peeing completely in sync. It only took them a second to reason this was another form of control Kaya held over them, and both moaned and mewed in dismay as they both still had some liquid to expel.

"Next time, you will HOLD the squat. Stupid brainless heifer! It's like you WANT to be punished! Come here!!" Kaya strided forward and with both hands grabbed Penny's turgid caged nipples and dragged her out of the squat and over to an equipment cabinet.

Amy continued squatting obediently,, but the younger woman couldn't help a sympathetic gasp of "Oh Penny, no!" - thankfully so muffled by the bit gag crammed between her teeth that her attempt to comfort her sister went utterly unnoticed in the moment.

Penny squealed around her bit gag and followed as best she could with her arms bound and feet in the hoof boots. Stumbling, sobbing, struggling to move fast enough to keep the horrible strain from her nipples as Kaya used her tits as a leash, Penny tried her best not to simply burst into tears at Kaya's horrible words. She hadn't felt bullied like this since school, but being called a "heifer" while her tormented psyche was still struggling to process the terrible changes inflicted on her body was almost unendurable, and Penny's path was marked by a series of choking, stifled sobs as she was unceremoniously hauled across to the sinister equipment cabinet and kept waiting.

She found what she was looking for, bringing out two pieces of flattened cone shaped metal.

"This is going to fucking hurt cow, but if you kick and resist I'll find ways to make you suffer more. Hold still!"

Penny, confused and distraught, hyperventilated as Kaya brought the devices closer and closer to her nipples.

Suddenly with a snap that made her flinch and start, the cones' magnetically flew out of Kaya's hand and clipped over the top of her nipple cages, essentially turning both her nipples into metal mockeries of themselves.

She couldn't even understand what the strange metal lump was when Kaya produced it with a theatrical flourish, but the cruel words and the promised pain forced her into a babble of incoherent begging around the bit as the bizarre device almost jumped from Kaya's fingers to engulf the grotesque cone keeping her plump brown nipples straining and elongated.

The attachment itself caused no pain, but Penny's relief was short-lived as Kaya began to twist the top of the cone. Excruciatingly slowly, internal plates in the cone began to pinch, then squash and ultimately crush the base of the nipple. Kaya screwed it tighter and tighter as Penny's eyes watered and she was sure her nipples were being mutilated beyond all repair.

"Mishtess Kayha I'm shogryy! I wag aboud do fahwl, I dighunt meeghn igldt, pleaaghe, pleaaghe, dohgnh't hurd meegh, Ighm bleggingh yooh, I-AAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEGHHH!!"

The scream Penny gave started high, but it rose higher and higher, warbling around the gag every time Kaya gave another twist, intricate screws forcing the hidden plates down and in, worming their way among the precision-engineered struts of the nipple stretchers and then steadily digging in, driving deep into the stretched and crinkled flesh, capturing and crushing the bloated brown nipples with such merciless force Penny half expected to hear the horrifying pop of her nipples rupturing from the pressure.

"There! Now we won't have any milk leakage as you're bouncing around today! Your first milking session is going to be very special my dear heifer, we wouldn't want a drop of your sweet liquid wasted!"

Even externally, the effect of the cones was obvious: the tight flesh of Penny's heavy tits visibly deformed around the edges of the cones, screwed in and bunched by the plates so that what little slack was left in Penny's flesh was pulled taut, anchored by her agonised nipples, each unnaturally massive breast a drum-tight parody of pert perfection that throbbed in wave after wave of pain as Penny tried to process the horrible things Kaya was saying.

She playfully flicked the caps, resulting in a dull metal ping that sent painful shockwaves into the nipples and into the wider inflamed flesh.

The mere threat of being milked was enough to make Penny cringe backwards as if she were being threatened with torture, and Amy couldn't conceal her shudder as she watched Kaya flick her sister's tortured nipples with a firmness that sent vibrations quivering through the twisted tangle of pinching steel and pinioned nipples, a blow that turned Penny's reddened face an ashen grey and left her stumbling back with a clash of hooves as she shuddered on the edge of a swoon.

Amy didn't have the luxury of shuddering for long before Leo dragged her forwards, his hands dispassionate and professional, but nevertheless impossible to refuse as he guided her into position without a word, invading her with an efficient intimacy as he clipped the chain to her clit, letting it pay out steadily as he reached up between Penny's thighs, setting off a clacking of steel rings and triggering a moan from Penny as her pierced labia stretched and swung, sagging helplessly against Leo's wrist as he snapped the chain in place and let it fall, binding Amy back to her sister's cunt as Kaya hooked Penny's fat defenceless clit back onto its leash and stepped smartly off, striding off without a single backwards glance.

The jerk, the wave of sickening pain, the grotesque stretching of her Spatium-infused clit as Kaya yanked on the leash almost brought Penny to her knees but she struggled forward in a jerking, stumbling movement, less a human walk - still less an elegant pony trot - than a prolonged, horrible fall that never quite collapsed. Behind her, Amy did her best to walk smartly and keep her knees up, but the chain linking the two slaves moved so erratically as Penny gave and reduced slack that this was almost impossible. At one point Amy's own hoof caught in the chain as she stamped her hoof down, snapping her own clit forwards with a high wail of absolute horror - was this what Penny felt at every step?! Amy couldn't believe her sister hadn't gone mad! - but by and large Amy managed a respectable pace, while Penny progressed in what was almost a mockery of stop motion, lurching, swaying, sobbing as she fought against her own body for enough control, enough balance to be able to walk without the grotesque weight of her tits dragging her to her knees or ripping the straining muscles of her calves as she half-clopped, half-fell along behind Mistress Kaya, the corridor seeming endless as she was forced to drag her sister along by her clit.

Hauling both of them towards the elevator.

And the terrible, waiting training grounds of Cruciatu Prime.
 
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