A Pony for Her Sweet Sixteen - Sex Stories

A Pony for Her Sweet Sixteen

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Laura smiles weakly and Uncle says. “Cousin Laura must be anxious to meet her friends, Wilber. Why don’t you take her in to see them? We’ll follow along.”

The fat young man releases Laura’s shoulders and takes her by the hand. He punches a combination into the keypad and the lock disengages. He opens the door and leads Laura into the pony stable. Uncle Arthur and her parents follow. The first thing she notices is that the stalls are much narrower than normal horse stalls. They must be raising miniature horses, she thinks. There are six stalls on each side of the aisle. All are empty. Another thing that strikes her as odd is the fact that there is no horse smell in this part of the stable. Wilber leads his cousin towards another double doorway. As they approach, Laura can hear the crack of a whip. Her cousin opens the door, and they enter a large room that contains an exercise ring where horses are trained. For a moment, Laura’s mind can’t believe her eyes. The sound of the sharp crack of a whip brings her to her senses. In the center of the ring are her three friends. They are wearing bizarre outfits. Her uncle laughs and says. “As you can see, my dear. Your friends are not exactly taking care of ponies. In fact, they’re becoming ponies.

Laura is too stunned to resist when her cousin pulls her into the ring so she can observe more closely. Her three friends, whom she has known since kindergarten are naked – at least they’re not wearing clothes. They have ...

... been positioned three abreast. The girls are trotting around in a circle. They are pulling a heavy horizontal iron bar that is four feet off the ground and twenty-five feet long. One end of the bar is attached to a large swivel that is bolted to the top metal pillar that is imbedded to the floor of the ring. Laura is shocked to see Waldo, her family’s chauffeur, holding the whip. When the girls slow down, he flicks the end of the whip onto their tender bums. Mary, Kim, and Sue are bathed is sweat. Blood trickles down from the corners of their mouths and down their inner thighs. Laura can hear them panting from their efforts.

The three girls’ outfits are almost identical. On their feet are bizarre boots. They are made of hard molded black plastic. They have been shaped so that the teenagers are forced to stand on their toes. However, these boots have no heels. The tops of the boots stop halfway up her calves. They make their feet look like horse’s hooves. Uncle Arthur says to his niece that the insides of the boots are lined with hundreds of sharp plastic studs. “Not sharp enough to break their skin, but sharp enough to cause them constant pain.” Each girl has a rough steel bit in her mouth, held in place by a leather strap. Mrs. Gibson asks her brother-in-law why thin rivulets of blood are leaking from the sides of the girls’ mouths. He explains that a horse’s bit us usually placed in the natural space between its front and back teeth. “These girls had no spaces, so Wilber ...