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Author's Note: This is a great story and never got the credit it deserves.
Christine was once again wandering the floor of the casino, still unable to find either of her friends, Maureen or Lisa. She thought she might try another change of clothes in the mean time. Gambling could be so boring sometimes especially when one was winning time after time after time. Lady luck and a good mind for probability can indeed give one a slight edge. So a little break in the scheme of things would be appropriate. In fact she looked forward to a new set of special clothes since her body was really becoming arousal by the unique feel of the fetish garb she was wearing. The black velvet cat suit was really something to purr about. Many times she caught herself rubbing and stroking herself as well as rubbing up against people she stood next to. They didn't mind having such an exotic cat woman rubbing herself up against them, what man or free spirited woman would. A few times she even let a little sensuous meow echo from her lips. But it was all in fun, and it was about time to try something new. Maybe something in a bright red leather or shiny latex would do nicely.
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She was just about to walk back inside the garment boutique when something strange caught her eye.
An old man was walking around a corner holding one end of a leash. The rest of it seem to stretch around a corner. A couple of times the dark leather leash would go slack and then taut as if he was half leading and half dragging something. It wasn't until that something turned the corner that Christine saw what "it" was.
"It" was a she. And "she" was an immaculately dressed and made-up French Maid. She was dressed in the stereotype uniform of black satin. It had a tight bodice and a short skirt which billowed out with layer upon layer of fluffy white short petticoats. The dress was all trimmed out in white lace with a very low neck line displaying her well endowed womanly assets that seem to quiver ever so inviting with every dragged step she took. She had on the standard little white apron around her waist and its corresponding white maid's cap upon her very blond unswept style hair. The reason the man was part dragging her was because she had on a pair of very high black shinny stiletto heels, over a corresponding black pair of lovely fishnet stockings. The combination of extreme shoes and chic nylons made her legs look ever so sleek, curvy and alluring. It was obvious that she was not used to walking in such bizarre footwear because she was forced to take quick mincing steps whenever she was dragged forward. But in her current condition that was the least of her worries.
Even though her maid-like presence was quite eccentric in and of itself, what made it all the more eye catching, and for some reason exciting for Christine to watch, was that she was also in severe bondage as well. Her arms where held tightly behind her in a black leather single-glove. The leather formed itself tightly around her entire arms from the tip of her pod-like squashed hands to almost the very depth of her armpits, with her elbows squeezed tightly together. The leather was so tight and thin that one could almost see when her arm muscles made an involuntary twitch of discomfort beneath it.
Her face was made up very fetchingly with eye makeup that gave her those big puppy dog eyes. But her lower face, just below her cute little pixie shaped nose, was wrapped with a tight leather strap that extended right down to the very tip of her chin. From the drop of the girl's jaw Christine could see that her mouth was bountifully packed with some sort of mouth stretching material. And the strap that went around her head to hold it all firmly in place was so tight that the top and bottom edges of the black thick leather etched deeply into her checks as her soft cherub flesh spilled over it's buried edge.
Christine found the girl's expression a bit unsettling too. Her eyes showed she was in extreme discomfort bordering on pain. But at the same time, embossed on the front of that black leather gag was a set of big red smiling lips. It's effect on the casual viewer, and Christine, was one of mixed emotions. Part of her was sympathetic to the poor girl's condition, but at the same time she found herself arousal and excited by the comical smiling bound serving wench she saw expertly displayed before her. The old man pulled the leash again forcing the maid to move faster behind him. She saw the other end of the leash was connected to a shiny chrome ring on a wide leather collar around her neck. The collar forced her head erect and staring forward. Christine also saw something engraved on that collar too, a name . . . "Fluffy".
The old man stopped a few feet in front of Christine and allowed his distressed domestic to catch up to him and to have a little rest before continuing. She just stood there, shapely erect and very still. Her weight firmly planted on her closely held together aching feet. Her chest and bulging breasts moving up and down from her rapid shallow breathing, no doubt due in part to her severely bound arms, but mostly from what looked like an extremely rigid and rib crushing corset. Christine wondered why any woman would allow herself to be dressed, bound and dominated like this. But given the bizarre atmosphere and people she had seen so far, this strange scene before her did not seem to out of character for a place like this. The old man began taking stock of the girl as she remained steadfast at attention. He walked around her touching her body, her clothes and bondage. Then he did something that surprised even Christine. He reached under the maids frothy skirt and did something between her legs. Immediately the girl went wide eyed and a heavy moan of distress echoed from her over-stuffed mouth. There was a brief silence in the casino and Christine heard it, a buzzing sound coming from under the poor girls frothy petticoats. Christine knew what the old man did and why the bound maid reacted as she did. There was something vibrating inside the girl, hidden underneath that white wavy sea of ruffled lace. And she could only wonder if the pulsating device was nestled firmly inside the maidservant wet pussy or deeply plugged butt. Or if she was a lucky girl, both!
She overheard the old man talking to his pretty bound serving wench in a calm tone of voice, "It's time to go Fluffy. We must hurry else we'll be late for the party. And we cannot be late for a party that you will be spending a good deal of time serving hors d'oeuvres and drinks before being used as the party sex toy. Now can we Fluffy?" Christine watched as the old man tugged at the leashed maid and they both walked away into the casino. She could hear the poor bondage maid moan and groan as they left. Christine began to wonder if the poor girl was moaning out of what she expected was going to happen to her at that party, or to her present severely restrained and buzzing condition. Such thoughts only made Christine more aroused and she felt a little dampness between her own legs. It took a few moments for Christine to regain her composure. As she turned to look back at where those two people came from, she noticed a sign on a wall. She walked up to it to see what it said. When she got close enough she saw that it was a commercial sign inviting people to venture down the hall and see the remarkable make-overs that the casino's expert staff were able to accomplish. Being curious with a lot of time on her hands Christine wandered down the hall and into a reception room for those make- overs.
The room was nicely decorated but nothing outlandish. In the center of the room sat a receptionist dressed all in hot pink rubber. Her name was Bunny and she welcomed Christine inside. Bunny looked like the proverbial big breasted blonde bimbo. She was very pleasant in a high voiced air-head kind of way. She had big blonde hair, heavy make-up, gaudy jewelry, a short very exposed dress with nothing under it, and a matching pair of shiny pink high-heel shoes. She seemed very self-absorbed in filing her nails while chewing and popping her bubble gum, with her mouth open. Christine just grinned and giggled to herself at a passing thought she had as to whether Bunny was really this way or somehow forced to act like this due to some financial debt she incurred in the casino. The casino did have some strange ways in requiring their patrons to pay their debt. Bunny then invited Christine to look around at the "before" and "after" pictures that were all around the room.
Christine found the visual adventure quite enlightening, not to mention arousing too. There were many pictures mostly of women and some men undergoing some sort of make-over that bordered on a complete transformation. The men all seem to be transformed into serving girls like maids and waitresses. Nothing really fantastic just a bunch of men in drag. Some looked good, and others definitely didn't, as once again Christine's giggle noted.
But Christine was far more interested in the women. For it seemed that the "before" and "after" pictures made a much more "erotic" impression on her than the men. She was beginning to wonder if she had some lesbian leaning or just enjoyed seeing good looking women made into submissive sex objects. The "before" pictures where all the same type, a woman photographed from the waist up, some in fetish wear, most not, and all sporting a relaxed warm happy smile. These women all seemed to be quite capable, intelligent and well groomed. They looked like executives, secretaries, college coeds, lawyers, and in general, your basic high caliber rolemodels of today's women. Christine could not make out anything that showed a weird or kinky interest at all. But the "after" pictures seemed to be totally reverse of that image. In fact, the difference was so striking that she seriously thought that maybe these beautiful women were tricked or forced into these so-called "make-overs".
As Christine walked around looking at the pictures there seemed to be a theme related to the "after" photos. They all showed the women in either submissive roles of servitude or made to look like some stereotype male fantasy slut. There were the french maids, waitresses, harem slave girls, bimbos and dolls. All dressed in erotic clothing of latex and leather. Some were in bondage and some were not. She found the pictures of that french maid Fluffy. The "after" picture matched her recent in the flesh image to a tee. The "before" picture however showed a brunette not a blond with her hair flowing sedately down and around her shoulders. She wore a demure white cotton sun dress with a high neck line. The dress seemed to flow around her and did nothing to show off her otherwise strained sexy silhouette as in the "after" photo. She had a warm inviting smile that echoed class, charm and optimism. She could be anyone's upper class young wife, or a youthful socialite with a dedication to raising money for some worthy charity. She look like she had the world by the tail, without a care. Quite the opposite of her distressed, agonizing, expression of helplessness with teary pleading eyes of mercy as seen in the "after" image.
Christine continued her tour and saw dignified women turned into chained harem girls. They wore the abbreviated costume of an Arab slave girl with sheer billowy pantaloons and tight multicolored halter that forced their breast up and out. Their wrists, arms and legs bound with snug fitting metal cuffs with shiny gold chains that hobbled and restrained them. Their restraints prevented them from escaping, but it also made it difficult for them to defray the curious male hand in heat. Their heads where covered with an opaque veiled material that only left their eyes visible. Christine knew that behind those veils of anonymity was a stuffed mouth packed to mind-exploding silence and held firm in by miles of cloth wrapped tightly around their lips and head. But their eyes told it all. They seemed to scream 'Help Me!', 'Please let me go!', 'This is wrong, I made a mistake, I beseech you, I beg you, Please, Let Me Go!'.
Oh yes, their eyes spoke volumes to Christine. Not only for freedom, for the chance to go back to their old life, to the "before" pictures, but on how they where betrayed. Betrayed by a close friend, a relative or a loving soulmate. How they where lied to, coerced and forced into this sexually perverted world of power, domination and submission. Christine could see it all in their eyes. And it made her pussy so excitedly wet!
Christine came across another set of pictures. The "before" showed a doe eyed young college girl from the University of Michigan, at least that's what her sweat shirt said in the picture. She seem the atypical healthy, athletic coed. She had dark shoulder length hair, bright brown eyes, an air of accomplished intelligence and a big energetic smile, ready for whatever life was to throw at her. Except for possibly what she became in the "after" picture.
The "after" picture showed her dressed as one of those casino waitresses Christine seen down on the main floor of the casino, or a slight variation thereof. Instead of Caesar's standard Roman toga uniform with high heel sandals and tall hair, this girl had on a kind of white Playboy bunny costume with a serving tray strapped to and hanging from her body. On her head was the cute fuzzy long bunny ears with one ear bent over to the side while the other stood straight up. She had on a collar, but her's was a wide black leather one embossed with the name "Flopsy". Her arms wore shoulder length white latex gloves that where bound behind her back at wrists and elbows with thin tight black leather straps. On her feet were not the standard high heel sandals, but ankle boots that forced her to stand and walk on her toes like a ballerina. They were made from shiny white patent leather with a short tether chain connecting them. Her body was encased in the famous Playboy bunny suit except hers was again slightly modified and made from white leather.
Flopsy's suit had built-in bra cups like a bustier to lift and separate her obviously above average breasts. But they where also made of less material so, in her case, not only were the tops of her soft malleable tit flesh freely exposed, but also both of her nipples and aureoles too. Her torso was so firmly compressed by the corset-like garb that it not only kept her silhouette firmly displayed and erect, but shaped it into a comic book type over-the-top image of a voluptuous female sex object that young boys, and grown men, drooled over.
But poor Flopsy's makeover didn't stop there. In a mock token of surreal sadistic pleasure and satire, the bunny theme was carried out to an even grandeur scale for this "once upon a time" liberated college coed. What seemed to be an image of a bunny girl eating a carrot was in fact a large carrot gag forced deep into her mouth. Her thick ruby red lips were stretched wide and taut around the bright orange carrot as its green garnish dangled out in front. Two smaller carrot-like objects swung burdensomely from her freshly pierced and ringed nipples. Another carrot similar to her gag but much, much bigger was grievously forced deep into the bunny girl's pussy. This time however, only the long green stalks were seen on the outside between her puffy strained pussy lips. And from the back where her cute white fuzzy bunny tail rested so sedately, one could only imagine how said tail held its firm position on the backside of the exotic serving bunny girl.
The final object of erotic servitude to Flopsy's uniform was a serving tray. With her arms bound behind her the tray had to be mounted to her waist with a strap that circled and cinched around her tightly compressed waist and her lower bound arms. Another strap shaped like a "Y" held the front of the tray level by being fastened to a ring hanging from her collar.
Christine began to fantasize having Flopsy follow her around the casino with her drink and gambling winnings atop the tray. The poor girl would be in dire torment trying to keep up with her mistress while maintaining her balance and not spilling her mistress's drink or money. At the same time having to bear the physical pain and humiliation of having three main orifices violently assaulted and put on public view. Her pierced nipples painfully stretched by the swinging weights of her "what's up doc" carrots and the muscle spasms of having her feet forcefully distorted and made to walk in foot wear that was beyond normal human endurance. Oh such mind visions were beginning to make Christine so unbelievably horny. No longer did she feel sadness or empathy for the plight of these victimized women. All she felt now was lust. Heart pounding, pussy gushing, orgasmic screaming lust.
Christine slowly moved forward. Her soft velvet hands roaming over her body, her hips and thighs, between her legs and squeezing her beckoning breasts. A soft moan of pleasure flowed slowly from her full pouting lips. She looked off to the side and saw a wide display of more "before" and "after" pictures called "Dolls". She found herself drifting seductively in that direction.
Again, more "before" pictures with different women, but never-the-less all these women were of above average character and beauty. But again, these women too were unknowingly deceived. The "after's" were again sexually surreal. These women were made up, dressed and posed on little elevated display stands like dolls.
There was Fifi the rubber french maid. She was completely covered in layer after layer of polished tight rubber, not a single patch of flesh was exposed, only her eyes. She was posed on her stand, smiling, leaning a bit forward, a serving tray in her hands with a bottle of wine and two glasses on it. A sign at the base of the stand read "For Sale" and then a number to call.
Next to her was a nurse. She had big blonde frizzy hair with a nurse's cap pinned to the top. She wore a very tight and very short nurse's uniform. Her basketball size tits strained the fabric to almost bursting. And the hem of her dress was so short that Christine could see her pussy lips. Lips that held something opaque, fat and round strained between them. She had the standard bimbo made up face that denoted a surprised air-head lived inside. Another sign at the bottom read "Nurse Big Tits For Sale" and again another different phone number.
Another doll on a stand. She was the epitome of the California beach girl. Long bleached blonde straight down hair. A big sunshine smiling face. She wore only a very small bikini that did nothing to hide her sexy bombshell body. Massive tits and ass with a diminutive waist in between. Nipples and pussy lips could easily be seen poking through the electric orange of the fabric which make a strikingly contrast to her dark brown sun-tanned skin. She was posed seductively on her stand with her legs together, one hand on her hip and the other behind her head as her body formed a very erotic lazy "S". Again, a sign at the bottom offered Beach Bunny Barbie for sale, but this time a single word was written boldly across it, "Sold!" There was a prostitute doll too called Hooker Kate. Tits and ass poured into a skin tight black and red accented latex dress. She wore hip-high black and red laced up 6 inch heel boots. Her arms encased in matching shoulder length latex gloves. Her face and big red hair were heavily made up to reflect her street tramp lifestyle. She too was posed on her display stand like she would if she stood on a street corner waiting for a john. And once more the sign offering to sell and phone number were there, but again this one had some more writing on it, "Sale Pending". More and more "after" pictures of women dressed and posed as various life-sized fantasy sex toys were spread across the "Dolls" display. All for sale and a good number of them already sold. Each one was making Christine more and more aroused. And then she came to a final photo of the series. A photo that had no "before" picture and the "after" picture was just a photo of the stand, some sort of clear human shaped plastic shell with a face painted on it and a plastic rod or pole sticking half way up from the stand with two what looked like clear dildo shaped rods attached to it. It took a bit of time for Christine to ponder, especially as worked up as she was, but then it hit her. Big Time! And in more ways than one.
She went back to the first "after" picture and looked more intently, then the second, and the third. There, she pointed her finger at the right shoulder of the beach bunny girl. And then back to nurse big tits, there on her chest just above her deep cleavage, and again on her left labia lip. Christine stood back from the display board and took it all in. What it really meant. Why they were all called "Dolls".
All of them, all of the women were encased in that clear plastic rigid shell. A shell with a smiling woman's face painted on it and eye holes to see through. She could see it in the pictures. A slight reflective sheen picked up by the angle of the light and the camera. One had to look hard for it, but it was there, proof positive. And then again she could see it in the women's eyes. The hopelessness, the terror, the pleading, the begging, the praying for help. And the betrayal. All above mouth full gags with painted pouting lips on them.
Somehow these women where encased in that unyielding plastic cocoon, dressed in a male fantasy costume, and then put on that deliciously evil displayed stand. One monstrous dildo forced deeply into their hopefully wet pussy, the other shoved far up between tightly clenching ass cheeks. The vast majority of their weight resting on those plugs and that narrow crescent shaped short rail that connected those malevolent probes buried brutally inside them. Their feet barely touching the floor and acting only as balance.
How long, she thought, where those women forced to remain like erotic bizarre display dummies. Then another wild thought crossed her sinister mind. She wondered how Maureen would look as a Hooker Kate doll, she sure had the tits for it. Or Lisa as that Rubber French Maid, totally encased in taut rubber with a forever passive smile on her obedient lips. Christine's hand was busy rubbing her dark velvet crotch, her panties now damp with her oozing sex juice, as she further thought and stared at those two dolls with Maureen and Lisa inside of them.
Bunny continued to file her nails and pop her bubble gum oblivious to the orgasmic moans coming from Christine, a short distance behind Bunny's receptionist's desk.
When Christine regained her composure, a few minutes and a second orgasm later, she was glad no one else was in the room. Although she didn't have a single exhibitionist bone in her body, she knew she would not have been able to stop the waves of orgasm that hit her if other people were present with her. For some reason she did not count Bunny as a viable human being. She moved to another picture and was startled by what she saw. It was a picture of a girl friend of hers she met in college. Or once upon a time girl friend. Her name was Blair. A very attractive and sexy young woman. In fact, it was her looks that Blair used to steal Christine's boyfriends away from her. With her long flowing brunette hair. Her mesmerizing innocent brown eyes. A drop dead voluptuous womanly figure. Blair had it all and in Christine's mind, she could still see Blair dressed in tight clothes that highlighted her big full perky breasts, flat stomach and round hips. She could also see her taking away her boyfriends with her puton sexy trailer trash tramp personality. Christine really hated Blair and seeing her here, in Vegas, and in this make-over place made Christine feel all warm inside. But Christine was looking at a "before" picture of a smiling, attractive woman with long black hair and pouting red lips. She did not see any "after" picture, just an empty place where the "after" picture is suppose to go. A vacant place and a name tag below it. A name that sent a chill of terror and satisfying revengeful erotic pleasure shooting throughout Christine's body.
Christine walked to Bunny and asked where the "after" picture was to that particular displayed woman. Bunny, in her usual bimbo fashion, told Christine that she, Blair, was in transition in one of the back rooms and if she wanted to go and watch her transition, it would be Ok. Then Bunny pointed to another hallway at the far side of the room. Christine was beaming with excitement in being able to watch her pseudo friend get what she deserved.
At the same time Christine could not help staring at Bunny's charm bracelet hanging around her wrist as she pointed to where the hallway was. It was very unique, the likes of which Christine never seen before. Instead of having a variety of small cutesy charms dangling from it, it only had two different types on it, although there were many of them there. One was the genetic symbol for females, with the circle and outward extending cross and the other was the genetic symbol for males, again a circle with a outward extending arrow from it.
How odd Christine thought as she started for the hallway. She was almost there when she then realized with a burst of laughter what it meant. Some people, privately, put notches on their bed post for their carnal conquests. Poor sweet dumb as rain Bunny, bisexual Bunny, had hers publicly displayed from her wrist. And from what Christine saw, there were quite a number of them too.
Christine began walking down the hallway and noticed some open doors. She peeked in to see if her former girl friend was in any of them. Most of the rooms were vacant with articles of clothing, a display stand, a column or two and an assortment of leather straps for what Christine could only imagine were for ascetic purposes. Again a low giggle was heard from her finger-covered lips.
She did see one room occupied by three women. Two were obviously part of the staff with their long light-blue lab coat. The other woman was being given the make-over. The clear shell was already covering her body up to her chin. She was standing, no, hovering a couple inches above the stand. Christine wondered how she was able to stay in mid-air and then saw the reason. That center rod with the two dildos on it was holding the poor woman up. One of the attendants was balancing the immobile girl on the rod while the other woman was busy fastening a pair of bright red knee-high boots on the girl's legs and feet. Christine looked to the side and saw a kind of 60's Go Go Girl costume ready to be worn by the inert girl. She casually glanced up to the poor girl's face and their eyes met. At that moment Christine felt a wave of empathy for the hapless life sized doll. Her eyes looked so forlorn and pitiful above a mouth packed full and wrapped tight with gauze. One of the attendants stood inbetween them for a few minutes and when she stepped away, there was now a happy smiling woman looking back at Christine. The attendant had put the plastic face mask over the girl in that time. Christine looked at the static happy face and smiled back. She no longer felt sorry for the girl, even though her eyes still showed all the signs of a helpless damsel in distress as they did a few moments ago. Christine shrugged her shoulders, smiled and walked on in search of her nemesis, leaving the poor young woman to her sealed fate.
As she continue her search she heard a little soft moaning coming from one of the nearby rooms. Christine approached the open doorway slowly so as not to be obtrusive and maybe do a little spying first. From the outside she could see fairly deep within. She grasped her hands over her mouth to suppress a sudden gasp and a loud chuckle. She could not believe what was happening to her "friend". In fact, for a moment, she could hardly believe it was her ex-friend Blair to begin with. It was all so comical and even a little sad too. 'Poor poor Blair' she thought. But Christine also felt feelings of vindictiveness, satisfaction and downright horniness too. 'Serves the bitch right' she also thought to herself.
She slowly walked into the room. Blair was the only one inside and unaware to Christine's presence. Besides, the way Blair was trussed up she wasn't going anywhere and Blair was preoccupied with one important goal, freedom!
Christine took a few minutes to drink in the surreal aberration before her. Blair was bent over some kind of pole with a short padded horizontal bar forced into her belly. Her legs were strapped to the pole keeping her in place. One end of two small chains was connected half way up the pole and the other ends were each attached to Blair's recently pierced nipple rings. It was these tethered nipple chains that kept Blair bent over. Blair was doing a lot of grunting in her urgent need to escape her bound predicament, but that was because she was gagged and her arms bound uncomfortably behind her. Christine could see that Blair was almost completely dressed in her new role. The most striking part of Blair's new costume was her shoes. She could not believe how much they looked like a horse's hooves!
Christine walked closer and into Blair's field of vision. She said with the biggest grin on her face "My my my, if it isn't my deal college chum Blair. I must say GIRLFRIEND you sure can get yourself into some strange and unusual situations." Christine empathized the word girlfriend with a heavy satirical bent in hopes that Blair would get her meaning as she tried to add insult to her already injurious situation. But when Blair looked up at Christine with her big brown puppy dog eyes, full of regret, sorrow and pleading helplessness, all Christine could think of was that old proverb, "Revenge is a meal best served cold".
"Aww, poor baby. You look so miserable. But HEY! I love your new nose ring. And, Oh My GOSH! What happened to all your beautiful black hair? Oh Blair honey, how you get yourself into these situations is beyond me. I mean the nose ring is a bit on the edge even as a fashion statement, but having all your gorgeous long raven tresses cut off like a shorn sheep seems to me to be definitely way out there." Christine began rubbing her velvet clad hand over Blair's totally bald head as Blair's eyes began to shed tears of woe. "But I guess it's Ok, I mean you are an adult woman and all. The only thing is, I didn't know you were so into this kinky stuff. Not that there's anything wrong with it you understand, as long as you consented to it. Like you obviously have done."
Blair's eyes went wide when she heard Christine mention that she was a willing participant to this nightmare. She even tried talking to her, to explain to her that this was all happening against her will. But the gag didn't allow a single understood word through it. It did however allow her heightened emotions to come through loud and clear. Surely, she thought, Christine could at least understand that part. But Christine seem to be preoccupied with other things and completely ignored Blair's heightened emotional outburst.
"My goodness Blair that is sure some gag you have there." Christine placed her hand under Blair's chin and raised her head to get a good look. But in so doing Blair was forced to stretch her head up and back. Blair really had to strain her neck muscles in order to compensate for the pull on her freshly pierced and tethered nipples. She ended up closing her eyes tightly and moaning from the discomfort and pain radiating from her nipples and breasts as Christine continued to hold her head upright and stared at her strange gag.
Her gag was shaped like a pear. The small end forced deep in her mouth to almost gagging while the big end held her mouth and jaws stretched wide. A little "T" shaped bar came from it's center that allowed the pear to split in half. The idea was for one size fits all type of gag. A person only had to turn the "T" bar and the gag would widen inside the recipient's mouth to whatever degree one desired, or the victim could stand.
"Oh I see how this thing works. If I were to turn it this way, the gag would split further apart and spread your jaws even wider, like this." Christine turned the bar with her other hand and Blair's groans increased in intensity.
"And of course if I turned it the other way the expanded parts would be brought together so the gag could be removed. How clever" Christine did not bother turning the bar in the other direction so the gag could go back to the way it was before she fiendishly touched it.
She let go of Blair's chin and decided to really inspect her former classmate's new make-over. Blair dropped her head and slumped forward to relieve the pain in her nipples while experiencing a greater pain in her now further expanded mouth.
Christine couldn't believe how much effort and detail went in Blair's make-over. Who ever wanted this conversion must either have a lot of money or really wanted to take Blair down a notch. And is someone Christine just had to get to know.
Blair's entire body, from neck to legs, was covered in a kind of form fitting suede material. It had a little stretch to it as it allowed Blair to bend over at the waist without much wrinkling. It had an interesting color to it too. The dominant background was pure white and the foreground had these randomly placed dark red splotches of different sizes. Blair looked like a chestnut colored palomino. Christine took off her black velvet gloves and began touching and rubbing her hands over it. It had an interesting feel to it, almost animal like.
Christine noticed two areas of Blair's torso that were left uncovered, her breasts and butt. Two holes were cut out to allow Blair's outstanding C cup breasts to be pulled through. From what Christine could see, the holes themselves were not that large. It was hard to see because Blair was also wearing a weird looking leather bra too. It had a small piece of leather connecting two larger circles of leather that fit very snugly around the base of Blair's breasts. Two more straps directly opposite this little center one and going behind her back acted as a regular bra strap except this one buckled firmly without any expansion behind her. And two more leather strips ran from Blair's thick wide collar to the top of each circular breast cinch. All these pieces of leather were studded with shiny metal that gave it a sort of kinky fashion look. Even with Blair bent over as she was Christine could see that those open face circles of leather were tight enough to cause both of Blair's full ripe mounds to project out, more prominent and prideful than would normally have been possible. She knew Blair's breasts were her best feature and thought how wonderful they looked now being displayed so dramatically, strained, naked and nipple ringed.
Christine circled Blair's bent prone body and lingered over her rear end. There was another opening back there too, except this one was a large oval. It encompassed her entire derriere exposing her luscious full butt cheeks to the whole wide world. Christine could not keep from touching Blair's exhibited plump fanny, her hands gliding over it's smooth tender flesh. She was surprised how baby soft it was. For some reason Christine really got into fondling her ex-girlfriend's sweet cheeks. Her touch and stroke became stronger and more grasping and kneading. Soon she was dragging her nails over Blair's cheeks leaving long red scratch marks behind. She could hear Blair moan and make squeaking bitchy sounds for her to stop, but that only egged Christine on more. That is when she slapped Blair's ass hard which caused Blair to jump and squeal as the pain in her ass was accompanied by the sharp pain in her proud thrust out breasts when the chain from her nipple hitch was unexpectedly jerked in the process.
Blair's distress delighted Christine so. She was just about to give Blair another smack across her other cheek when something caught her attention. Something was dangling down between Blair's legs. Christine's placed one hand on Blair's butt as a balancing point to bend forward and investigate what it was.
It was the unfastened end of a leather strap. A strap that ran up between Blair's legs and disappeared in front of her bent over body. With a closer look she was able to see that Blair had something inserted into her pussy hole. Whatever it was, it was round and very large, as her strained stretched labia lips easily showed. And almost a good two inches was still sticking out of her.
Christine put her gloves back on and began touching and pushing the part that was sticking out. She even tried pushing the exposed part further into Blair's pussy to which Blair's head flew up and began shaking wildly NO and yelling something like NO! Please STOP! NO! But again, it fell on deaf ears as Christine began to paw at the fat dildo that was savagely shoved up poor Blair's pussy.
After a few more squeals from Blair, Christine stopped her cat like play with her captured mouse. Her attention was now drawn to all the leather straps that made up Blair's body harness which she was no doubt forced to wear. Their new black shiny look contrasted well with Blair's red and white palomino skin. There seem to be two major pieces of leather too, one of which was a heavy wide waist belt and the other made her arms and hands completely disappear inside it's long tube like shape.
The tube one really caught Christine attention. Christine surmised that Blair's arms were folded wrist to elbows behind her back, and then they were thoroughly covered by what looked like a single leather sleeve. But this sleeve was very different than what Fluffy the French maid wore to hold her arms together in bondage. This one was "U" shaped and ran down one arm, from just below the shoulder, encompassed both of her folded arms, and then back up to just below the shoulder of the other arm. It was like a U shaped leather tube was slit open down it's entire length, then Blair's arms folded inside it, and finally they were laced tightly closed within. There was absolutely no way that Blair could free herself without help. And Christine marveled at the ingenuity, craftsmanship and the unexpected excited feeling she experienced as she began rubbing her hands over the leather cocoon that bound Blair's flesh so helplessly tight within. As Christine velvet hands drifted across this black bondage glove she noticed a leather strap wrapped around the horizontal center of the sleeve fastening it securely to the top of another thick, wide, black leather belt around her waist. She could see another leather straps leading from this belt as well as a buckle and a couple of big shiny metal rings fastened directly to it at Blair's sides. Christine assume this belt was the center focus, the anchoring point if you will, for Blair's entire body harness as well as the hitching point for shackling said filly to a cart or buggy. Christine closed her eyes and pictured her college chum in that very position with her as the holding the reins. The mental image made her quietly moan with pleasure.
Christine's hands began their sensuous exploring of the belt and she could feel how it compressed Blair's waist almost like an old fashion corset. Her eyes caught the glimmer of four polished buckles in back that kept the waist belt constricted around poor Blair's diminutive waist. That strap she seen a few moments ago dangling between Blair's legs came from the front of this belt. It's buckle ended mate waiting contentedly for it on the other side of the same said hideous sash. Another strap ran from the back center of the belt up along her spine and buckled to Blair's leathered posture collar. About half way up this spine strap Christine could see where the bra strap crossed it and buckled therein. She also noticed that is seem to have some slack in it, probably to allow for Blair to breathe and expand her lungs. But she devilishly thought there might be too much slack in it.
"Oh Blair dear, it seems like your harness is a bit too loose. Here let me fix it for you. After all, you were always a sharp dresser in college. So you want to look your best when your out and prancing about in public, now don't you DEAR." She then tightened the bra strap up a notch, or two. Blair tried to stop her, to tell her that it was already too tight. But now, with Christine's lecherous help, it will be way too tight and very difficult for her to breathe normally or take that full breath when she was made too, oh god no, she didn't even want to think about that part. But alas for poor Blair, only meaningless garble came out of her anguishing mouth. Christine squatted along side of Blair to see what her cruel deed did, if anything, to Blair's tortured chest. Blair turned her hanging head and looked so pathetically at Christine, but Christine's attention was on more important things as she totally ignored Blair's little agonizing moans of distress and continued eyeing Blair's pendulously hanging udders. She started to paw and squeeze Blair's breasts to see if there was any change, a change she just could not visually see. But Christine did notice how firm and somewhat full Blair's breast were, but that was of little satisfaction for her. Somehow in the process of inspecting Blair's full bosom Christine bumped up against the taut nipple chain, several times, accidentally. She heard Blair yip each and every time she did so too. "Oh did I do that sweetie? I am so sorry. Here let me rub you and make it all better." She began stroking and gently rubbing Blair's sore ballooning breasts and hard erect pierced nipples. Christine never though of herself as a lesbian, nor Blair either, but the two did seem to relish the soothing breast massage, until....
"Excuse me Miss. But what are you doing here?"
Those words shocked Christine into sudden awareness that she was not alone. She quickly removed her hand from Blair's breast and in so doing bumped up against the nipple chain, again. Again Blair's temporary pleasantness was ripped from her by an abrupt piercing pain in her unending suffering existence.
Christine quickly rose from her squat position using Blair's bent fixed body as a means to help herself up. She looked at the short old woman with a look of surprise and said. "Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Christine and I am a friend of Blair here. I seen the sign of her make over in progress and wanted to say hello. Bunny out front said it was Ok. Is there going to be a problem, should I leave Ms?"
"Oh mercy sakes no. Although Bunny should have notified me prior to you coming in here. She is such an air head nowadays. A few months ago she was smart as a whip and quite a refined gentile young lady too. But now after her boyfriends make over of her, she seems to be an entirely different person altogether, like so many of the other young ladies that get made over here. But were are my manners. My name is Beatrice Combs, but please Christine, call me Aunt B. Everyone does."
Christine smiled back watching the little old lady who could easily be anyone's darling grandmother set a covered tray down on a small desk near by. She was a bit overweight, hair made up exquisite on top of her head, her makeup nice with lovely sweet lips, she wore a pair of fancy old ladies glasses and dressed in the standard long light blue lab coat she seen the other beauty technicians wear. Christine found herself rapidly liking the old woman.
"I was wondering Beatrice, I mean Aunt B, if you could tell me why my friend here is getting made over like this?"
The old woman looked up at Christine, the thickness of her glasses easily seen by Christine, and then looked over at the desk. She picked up a clip board with some papers on it. She could see the old woman trying to use the lower part of her bifocals to read the print on said papers. "Let me see. Oh, here it is. It looks like her make over was prescribed for by her friend and roommate here at the casino. Her name is Erin. Oh yes, I can see why. It appears one of the ladies, it doesn't say which one, acquired a large debt in the casino. In order to pay off that debt one of them was required to fulfill a contract. Part of that contract stipulated one of them having to undergo a make over into a pony girl. It seems your friend here was the lucky one." Blair let out a long angered moan. "Or maybe I should have said UNLUCKY one." And the dark, died haired old woman smiled and put her hand over her mouth to curtail a laugh. Christine also smiled, but at the sweet antics of the old lady. She seem so precious to her. "Now if you don't mind Miss, I have to finish up your friend here so she can go to the next part of her contract." As she spoke Beatrice moved to the front where Blair's head was hanging down, in pain, shame and self pity.
"Of course Aunt B. I must admit you have done a splendid job on Blair already. I even think Blair would say so too if she wasn't gagged so." The old woman looked up at Christine with surprise, "Oh goodness sake no Miss Christine! Your friend here was so extremely adamant about being turned into a delightful little pony. It took Mary and Sandy, two much younger and stronger technicians, to get her to this point. Poor Blair here fought them all the way. But in all honesty I can not blame her. None of the women we do back here like being made over. The beginning is always a struggle for the poor things. But then, it's all their own fault to come here to the casino with the people they come here with, or to run up such a big debt that this is the only way to pay it off. I must admit, the older I get the more mixed feelings I have doing it. But soon I will retire and not have to think about it any more. So if you wouldn't mind standing over there, you can watch while I finish up your friend here without getting in the way."
Christine stood were Beatrice directed and watched with intense fascination how she finished up Blair. This was one show she would never miss. To watch her arch enemy being degraded and forced into becoming an animal, a pony girl, right before her eyes, was a dream come true.
Beatrice fastened a small clip at the end of a long light weight chain to Blair's nose ring. The other end was going into a small box mounted up in the ceiling next to the wall. She then stepped back to the wall and flicked on a switch. A low grade hum was hear as the slack in the hanging chain was slowly taken up. She could see that the chain was soon going to pull Blair's head up and out, just like she did when she inspected Blair's gag. When the chain began to get taut and Blair's head was pulled painfully erect, which did the same to her tethered nipples, Beatrice flicked the switch off. Blair was now totally unable to move any part of her body, and if she tried to wiggle just a bit her nose and breast would experience the pain of such a foolish act on her part.
Beatrice went to the tray she set aside and removed the cloth cover draped over it. Christine eyes almost bugged out of her head by what she saw. Two items were on that tray. A head piece or cowl that looked like exactly like a horse's head minus the face part and a horse tail with a large plastic butt plug fastened to it. She watched mesmerized as Beatrice picked up the hood and moved to Blair's secured stationary head.
Christine watched in stunned silence as Beatrice worked the open face horse's hood over her ex-girlfriend's gilded head and around her gagged mouth and teary eyes. Christine finally commented on how lifelike the head piece looked to Beatrice.
"Oh yes dear, isn't it something? We have a wonderful group of talented people that can make almost anything one desires, very quickly too. As you can see here, the entire face of the girl is left unencumbered while the rest of the head and lower jaw is covered in the same reddish white material as her body is, only thicker and not as flexible. Her ears are covered by these simulated horse's ears that run up along the side of her head just like a real pony. And this reddish mane on top of her head and running down the back is just like a real horse but styled so it looks more fuller and not quite as long. A bit on the Mohawk side I think. And oh, would you believe that it is made from her own hair? The design department died it, shaped it and then attached it to her head piece. They are indeed a very creative and resourceful group." Beatrice then put the final touches on the cowl so it fit very snugly over Blair's own skinned head. Beatrice stepped off to the side to a chest of drawers. She pulled one open and took out what looked like an assortment of straps with some shiny metal parts. Christine stared on in wonder before coming to the discovery that what Beatrice had in her hand was a horse's bridal, but made for a specific type of horse with only two legs. She smiled from ear to ear and found herself putting her own hand over her lips to sequester an audible giggle. She watched Beatrice expertly put the black leather harness over Blair's head. A few times she heard Blair whimper and moan for having no recourse but to accept being turned into a domesticated beast of burden. Christine relished every moment of Blair's despair.
Christine was in awe at the speed and articulation at how Beatrice was able to know what strap went were and how snug to fasten it. But then she considered that Beatrice was an old pro at this and it was all second nature to her now. She watched as Beatrice stepped back and eyed her work. There was still a few straps left undone as well as the bit, but she figured they were next after she took out the pear gag that was still holding Blair's mouth so broadly open.
The head harness seemed to have straps running all over Blair's head. Not enough to dominate her horse's look, but definitely enough to make it seem very dramatic as well as very controlling. One strap circled her forehead and went behind her new horse's ears. This seem to be another anchoring point for the other straps to run from. Two straps ran from it up and along either side of her Mohawk mane. Two more straps dangled from this brow strap along each side of her head, just in front of her ears. These two would go under her chin and fasten there once her bit was in place. Through this whole ordeal Blair was forced to keep her head still, else feel the unfading discomfort in her nose and nipples become outright agonizing pain. Beatrice stepped up to Blair and began unscrewing the "T" of the gag. "My goodness! I sure don't remember cracking this nasty pear gag so wide. Oh it must be awful for you to have your mouth stretched so wide apart for so long. Aww, poor thing." When Beatrice had the pear halves brought back together again it seem very easy for her to remove it from Blair's still gaping jaws. All Blair could do is let out a moan of aching pain as she slowly tried to close her mouth. Beatrice began to rub Blair's jaws gently so as to relieve some of the pain in her sore muscles while at the same time not jostle her head around to much to cause more pain where her nose ring was fastened. Beatrice seem to be a very compassionate person at heart.
Once more as Blair's torment seemed to lessen, something else would always come along to end that moment of subsiding torment. That is when Beatrice reached in her pocket and took out the bit gag with it's own set of straps. She took Blair by her chin, gently lowered her jaw and before Blair knew what hit her she eased the shiny steel bit into her mouth. A few almost coherent words passed Blair's lips, but Beatrice was a professional and soon had the bit over her tongue and deep in her mouth. She then quickly strapped it firmly behind Blair's head. Blair did her best to try and extricate that damnable thing used to control animals, but was not even remotely successful.
The center part of the bit was "U" shaped and this extended part was resting sedately over the back part of Blair's tongue. The sides of her teeth rested on a rubber coated metal sleeve that allowed her to bite into it without harming her teeth and at the same time still allowed free movement of the bit and it's metal "U" part over her tongue. This sleeve extended out the sides of her mouth and had two leather straps fastened to it on each side of her head. One set of straps went around and buckled behind her head. This kept the bit firmly in place at the back of her mouth. The second strap went diagonally upwards and was fasten to a buckle at the intersection of the brow strap and the chin strap on each side of her head. This kept the bit centered and firmly wedged up against her upper molars. This way she could be fed and watered by just loosening her chin strap and not removing her entire bit or harness. Of course it would not be easy for Blair to take nourishment this way, but with practice she would learn. What else could she do.
On the other side of this rubber coated sleeve the metal bit extended a little ways, turned up at ninety degrees and then formed a loop on each side of her head. This is where the control reins would be attached. When a person pulled back on the reins it would pull this metal loop of the bit backwards which in turn cause the metal bit inside Blair's mouth to rotate causing the "U" shaped part to press down against Blair's tongue. A very uncomfortable situation for Blair to experience for any length of time. But a very good technique to control her with, which is exactly the way human beings have been controlling horses throughout the millennium. Blair was now seen as one.
The last strap to be fastened was the chin strap under Blair's jaw. Beatrice tugged on it a little before buckling it in place to make sure Blair was biting down on the rubber coated part of her bit. Once done Beatrice went over all the straps again to make sure all was snug as a bug in a rug. She stepped back and motioned for Christine to stand next to her. They both stood and stared with the wide happy smiles at their new surreal pony girl. A part of the bridle that really tickled Christine was how it made Blair look. The bit part pulled the corners of Blair's mouth so far back that it stretched Blair's luscious full lips across the front of her teeth and made her look like she was smiling. Christine could not get over it. Seeing her college friend looking so happy as a pony girl and knowing at the same time how much pain, shame and humiliation she was experiencing too. It made Christine's pussy so wet and throbbing.
Then she remembered, in the lobby, those pictures, those "before" and "after" pictures. She remembered the "after" pictures and how the fantasy women's faces looked. They all had that wonderful big smile while their eyes showed the intense pain of helplessness and betrayal. And now her worst enemy in college had that same look too. Oh wasn't revenge sweet, Christine though to herself.
"Well Aunt B, it looks like the little pony girl is all done and you have done a first class job of it too. I am sure if Blair could talk she would thank you. But then who has ever heard of a talking horse? Right, pony girl Blair?" Christine put her arm around Beatrice and hugged her like a member of her family as they both chuckled and laugh. Poor Blair was to involved with her own plight, at being the center of a tug of war between her nose ring and nipple rings, at having some strange head gear forced upon her with its accursed metal tongue depressor that almost made her gag, and at having her take one more step in becoming less of a human being and more of a mindless controlled beast of burden. Oh yes, Blair's world was shrinking with every passing moment and with every added accoutrement to her pony girl facade.
"Thank you dear" said a happy Beatrice. "But there is still one more part yet to do. I still need to apply the pony tail. There can not be a pony girl without the girl having a pony tail, now can we?" Beatrice put her hand to her lips to cover a little chuckle and a touch of embarrassment at finding her own little pun being funny. She then excused herself from Christine's presence as she walked to the same chest of drawers she took the bridle from.
Christine stepped up to Blair and began stroking her pony mane. Blair looked into her once upon a time college chum's gaze with her own big sad puppy dog eyes. She wonder if she could appeal to Christine's sense of humanity, one adult woman to another, maybe get her to empathize with her current situation, somehow let her know how sorry she was for all the bad things she might have done in the past, to show Christine that she had learned her lesson, that the punishment she was now grievously suffering in recompense more than fit any and all crimes she might have done, and to please take pity on her and show her some mercy and let her go, PLEASE! But what Blair seen in Christine's eyes as she continued to pet her pony's head was nothing more than complete and total satisfaction. And it would be a cold day in hell before Christine would ever help her again. Blair then lowered her eyes in defeat. Whatever was going to happen she would just have to grin and bear it. She had no other recourse. All her so called friends have betrayed her and were now seeking their own pleasure with her pain. How thoroughly helpless and hopeless she now felt. That is until she felt something cold touching her bung hole.
"Time to fit your pony tail my dear." Beatrice said with much pomp and ceremony that the situation called for. Upon hearing that Christine moved to the rear end of the pony girl to watch a master at work. Again, Blair knew her torture was still not over with as she quietly moaned to herself and released a single tear of sorrow.
Beatrice had just finished squirting some lubricant on and around Blair's butt hole. She then took a pair of rubber gloves and snapped them on her hands. Given what she heard Blair could easily surmise what was going to happen to her next. Horror, terror, and pain were her constant companions now, but at least they kept her from feeling shame, disgust and humiliation. What a choice!
Beatrice began to explain to Christine what was going to happen next like a sorcerer teaching her apprentice. "As you can see my dear, the butt plug to which the hair has been fasten is quite large and tapered. It has to be, I'm afraid, for two reasons. First her tail is so large that a smaller plug would cause too much wobble inside the poor dear and may result in harming her. Thus being so big it will fit her to the max and be a good anchoring point for her to control her tail movement. The second part is because it is so big and shaped as it is there is less chance of it coming or being pulled out by accident. But then, being so big we need to perform a little dilation first, so as not to cause any more unnecessary physical stress to the pony girl than she is already experiencing."
Upon saying that Christine watched Beatrice work one of her slick rubber clad finger into Blair's most private and personal body cavity. Blair's first reaction was to tighten up and make begging garbled noises. That control bit did make for a very effective gag too. Beatrice told Blair to relax her muscles so the process would go much easier on her. Since she had no choice, Blair did her best. But having someone diddle her rear entry was something entirely new to her and one she certainly would never want to experience, that is if she had any choice in the matter. So each time Beatrice added another finger Blair's knee jerk reaction was to tighten up. But for what it was worth, the prequel finger fucking did make the butt plug go in all that much more easier. Beatrice still had to twist and push, and twist and push before it went all the way in. But once there Blair's sphincter muscles were able to grip around the concave base and hold it in place.
Beatrice took off her gloves and cleaned up Blair's butt from any excess lubricant. She then took hold of that dangling strap between her legs and pulled it up to Blair's new tail. The strap had a strategically placed slit through it's center. The purpose of this slit was to have the tail appear like it was coming from the top crack of Blair's butt, near the base of her spine, and to have it angled upwards, so the full long richness of her reddish brown tail could be seen in a kind of gentle cascading arch as it flowed behind her. So it took Beatrice some time to get the tail situated just right before she buckled that strap tightly to Blair's waist belt and thus completed Blair's pony girl costume. Of course Blair let out another angered groan at the same time the strap was fastened, because in tightening it also forced that monstrous dildo deeper into her pussy. Now Blair was plugged to the max and felt more like a stuffed turkey than a pony girl. Beatrice went to the wall and flicked a switch which caused the chain tether to Blair's nose ring to go slack. Blair immediately let out a little sigh of relief. Beatrice walked over to Blair and released her nose ring clip and both of her nipple ring clips. Blair upper torso was now free, except for the rest of her bondage and bridle of course.
With Beatrice's help Blair slowly rose from her bent over position to fully erect. "Mercy me!" Beatrice's alarmed voice caught Christine's attention. "Did I tighten your breast harness that tight? I must be losing my mind. Here dear, let me loosen that for you so you can breathe a little easier." Christine watched as Beatrice loosened the breast harness one notch. One of the two notches that Christine tightened it to. Christine could not resist another small giggle.
Before releasing Blair's legs from the stand Beatrice walked in front of Blair and said "Now listen very carefully to me dear. This device, this little remote control I have in my hand can be used to shock you IF you do not obey my commands. Here I will give you a small example." Beatrice turned a knob and pushed a button. Immediately Blair jerked and yelled through her bit. She had just received an electrical shock to her pussy and butt holes via those nasty plugs.
"You see my dear. And that was a low setting too. This little device has the capability of giving you such a shock that it will literally knock you off your feet and bring you down. I am telling you this for your own good because no one is going to put up with your rebellious nature any more. I am certainly not capable of fighting with you even in your present very limited condition and I will not call for any help either. You either do as I say or . . ."
Again Blair jerked and yelled from being shocked. This time it felt twice as bad.
"Now, are you going to follow my orders and be a nice and well tamed pony girl?"
Blair, with the most pitiful look on her face, even with her bridle on, formed smiling lips and shook her head yes.
"That is well and good my dear, but remember, you are a pony girl and as such must act like one from now on. So when I want a yes or no answer from you, you are going to shake your head like you mean it or else. . ." Another shock ripped through Blair's pelvic area as she again yelled louder this time.
"Do you understand me pony girl?" Beatrice held the remote shocker up in front of Blair's contorted face as if silently warning her if she didn't get the answer she was looking for she would press it again.
Blair eyes went wide open as she momentarily stared at the device in Beatrice's hand. Then she shook her head in an exaggerated horse like style.
"That's a good GOOD pony girl! Now let me release your legs. When I do you will just stand as you are and wait for further commands. Do you understand little pony?" This time Beatrice did not display the remote. She kept it at her side.
Again Blair shook her head fervently yes like a good obedient pony girl should.
Beatrice walked behind Blair and with one hand on the button of the remote she used the other to release Blair's hooved legs from the stand. Blair felt the release, but did not dare move.
Christine was in awe of what had just happened. How could a nice little old lady suddenly become such a tyrant and unfeeling bitch? But as soon as she thought that she came up with the answer. It was the only way petite Beatrice was able to control such a big horse like Blair so efficiently and so effectively in the manner she did. Watching Beatrice's domination over Blair left Christine so amazed and so wet between her legs that she barely noticed Beatrice attaching the control reins to Blair's pony girl bridle. Beatrice pulled back hard on the reins at the same time yelling the words "BACK pony girl, BACK!"
Blair knees bent when she felt the U shaped bit dig deeply into her tongue. And then slowly, on her hoof shaped shoes, she backed up. As long as she felt the hard aching depression on her tongue that almost made her vomit she continued to move backwards. When Beatrice stopped pulling on the reins and said "Woah" Blair stopped immediately in her tracks.
Keeping her hands on the reins Beatrice moved to the front side of Blair. She no longer had the remote in her hand. Instead she had a riding crop. "Now my dear, whenever you are standing still like you are now you must stand at pony girl attention. First, keep your head up!" Beatrice used the crop and began tapping it under Blair's chin. "A good pony girl always keeps her head up and eyes front."
Blair raised her head in response to the command at feeling the crop under her chin. But her eyes were focused on the little old lady next to her. "I said eyes front pony girl!" and with that she used the crop to slap Blair hard on her exposed rump.
Blair yelled and bucked from the pain. She even tried to move off to the side, to get away from any more abuse. But Beatrice took hold of the reins and pulled back on them hard while saying "Woah pony girl, WOAH!. . . Easy girl, easy. . . That's right, calm down girl. . . Calm down. . . Good girl. That's a GOOD pony girl!" It was over as fast as it started. Beatrice's slap on her ass startled Blair and she reacted out of instinct to get away. But Beatrice's quick thinking and expert control of the reins and soothing voice brought Blair, the pony girl, back under control. To Blair's eternal shame and humiliation, and to Christine's delight and itching throbbing wet pussy.
"There now pony girl." Beatrice began rubbing the area of Blair's flank that she had hit and was turning red. "You must learn to obey every word your betters, your trainer and owners tell you from now on, else you will be punished for it. The shocker and riding crop are just two ways to do that. The more you resist and rebel the more painful ways you will be punished. You must also learn to accept the sting of the riding crop as a conditional response to your misbehavior. Believe me my dear, there are worse things to punish you with. Do you understand me pony girl?" Again, with tears of hurt and shame running down her cheeks Blair shook her head up and down yes as she was trained to do.
"GOOD girl. Now again, head up, eyes front!"
Blair did so quickly.
"Next, you have very beautiful full ripe breasts to be proud of my dear. In keeping with that pride and of being a pony girl you must always do your best to keep them in full view by pushing them out as far as they will go. Your breast harness has helped in that area, as well the black leather, exhibiting them in sharp dramatic contrast. You must always see to it that they are proudly displayed in front of you. In doing this you will suck in your gut, push your chest out and pull your shoulders back. Do it!" In fear of being punished Blair followed the little dictator's orders. The result of her actions caused her spine to form a kind of lazy "S" with her breasts pushed out so far that if she lowered her head she would be unable to see her feet, or horse shoes.
"Good pony girl. The last part is for you to have your legs straight and feet, I mean hooves together."
This time Beatrice did not have to say 'Do it' to Blair, for she had already taken that stance upon hearing her new trainer say it.
"Wonderful! Excellent! This is how you will always pose whenever you are standing still and not alone. Is that clear, pretty pony?" Again Blair nodded her head in horse-like fashion.
"Oh, one more point. If anyone ever comes up to you as you are and begins rubbing you or petting you, you are to wiggle your rear end so your long beautiful pony tail flows from side to side. So when I do this. . ." Beatrice began rubbing the side of Blair's breast with her ridding crop and Blair correspondingly began wiggling her butt as her formerly black tresses, died dark reddish brown and hanging from her butt instead of her head, began flowing from side to side as if they were blowing in the wind. "GOOD GIRL! That's a very good pony girl." Beatrice was very proud of Blair in how she was falling so easily into her role as pony.
"Christine. . . CHRISTINE!" Beatrice said in a stronger louder voice to her passive audience of one.
Christine was shocked back into awareness, For a while there, she was totally immersed into watching Beatrice training Blair as a pony, not to mention rubbing her soaking pussy through her costume too. "Yes Beatrice, I mean Aunt B?" Christine tried hard to regain control of her aroused self, but was finding it hard to come back down from erotic fantasy to functional reality.
"I was wondering dear if you would be so kind as to watch this pony girl for a few minutes while I get something from the back room. It won't be for long and it would be much better if you hung on to the reins instead of me tying them to a hitching post. This little filly is still new to the bit and I do not want her to accidentally hurt herself if she happened to do something foolish like try to escape. So please Christine, would you do me the favor?" Beatrice looked ever so sweet and giving, like a grandmother bringing in the prize turkey for a Thanksgiving feast, instead of the hard task master she had just displayed with pony girl Blair.
Christine's mouth dropped open. Once again lady luck was shining down upon her. Finding her ex-girlfriend here at the Casino and then watching her being made over into an animal, a humiliating and degrading pony girl, no less, was such a stroke of luck in itself. But now, to actually hold the reins and be in control of her college antagonist's denigration was beyond her wildest dreams. She was so in shock that all she could do was nod her head yes, in about the same flamboyant way as Blair was forced to. Beatrice gave Christine the reins and the ridding crop, but kept the shocking device to herself. She though that Christine might have cause to use the crop which did not concern her. After all, Christine wouldn't be able to do much damage in the little time she was gone, other than some red marks or raised welts. However, leaving the shocking device with her was another thing all together. That could be dangerous, if not fatal, very quickly, if left in the wrong hands. So after transferring control of the pony girl to Christine she wandered off to the back room.
Christine immediately felt a sense of intense power being transferred to her when she took the reins and crop. Her heart began beating stronger as her body took on a more erect posture of elitist pride. The only time she felt a hint of something like this was when she was promoted to the rank of assistant district attorney, which was another step up in the ladder of a democratic society. But this was a hundred, a thousand times more thrilling for her, for it raised her up a notch in the dark barbaric world of human domination and submission, the antithesis of democracy. She was the dominant, the Mistress, the ONE to be obeyed, worshipped and the sole deliver of pain or pleasure at her whim. And in her hands were the tools and symbols of her domination, the crop and reins. Together they turned a woman, an equal of her own sex in normal moral society into her inferior, a submissive, a slave and now a surreal image of a domesticated beast of burden--a pony girl. This was a totally new feeling, a new life experience for Christine. And she loved it!
Christine, Mistress Christine looked at Blair, studied her, inspected her. She took in Blair's whole fantasy image made real, her pony girl attire, her pony girl demoted and devalued humanity, and her pony girl stand of attention held with forced pride as her womanly sexuality was on blatant display before her. She loved what she saw, a slut and tramp who had gotten what she rightfully deserved. And she loved how it made her feel, like a hot wet revengeful bitch in heat.
She circled her, the riding crop whipping through the air, the reins held firm in her grasping hand. Blair held her pose, she knew what would happen if she didn't. The punishment of a technician was nothing compared to the wrath of a scorned woman friend.
Why she did it she did not know. Maybe it was out of curiosity. Maybe because she did not want to go easy into the night, but wanted to try and prove something, to herself that she was still an intelligent and cunning human being, and NOT some dumb obedient animal. Whatever it was, Blair took her eyes away from staring front to watching Christine inspect her, that is until there eyes met.
Christine was both proud and disappointed. Proud that she took such fast decisive action with even the slightest of a infraction, almost as if she was born to be a cruel dominating bitch. And disappointed because her slave came to heel so quickly. She was expecting more resistance to her new status over Blair's forced slavery, and she was still aching to dominate her further, deeper into submission, and when Blair didn't, Mistress Christine felt cheated and unsatisfied somehow. Christine's hungry soul was beginning to feel the need to dominate, to make herself feel superior, powerful, and commanding over others, over her ex-college nemesis--Blair.
Christine took off one of her gloves and began to rub the area that she hit. She could see the area turning red and a small raised welt forming. She could even feel the heat of the redness and the ridge of Blair's chastised flesh under her delicate feminine fingers. And she smiled when Blair began wiggling her ass and tail as she was told to whenever anyone caressed her so. Now Mistress Christine felt satisfaction. The need to dominate was quenched by what she felt under her hand and how responsive Blair was with her authority over her. God, it was making Christine so fucking hot!
At this moment Beatrice came back into the room. "I see the two of you have been getting along splendidly. Now, I have one last item to add to our lovely pony girl's costume and I can take some "after" pictures. Then she will be ready to go." Beatrice walked up to the front of Blair and began placing a bell on each of her nipple rings. They weren't heavy enough to weigh down her nipples but they were large enough for Blair to be aware of their presence and discomfort. Beatrice could not help but nudge each one to hear the nice tingle they made. That same sound brought Christine out of her preoccupation with Blair's assaulted red butt to see Beatrice stepping back and readying a digital camera to take a picture.
"Christine, would you be a dear and stand behind the pony girl. . . That's it, now bring up the reins a bit taut if you will. . . Thank you dear." Christine did as she was directed, adding a little jerk to the taut reins to get Blair's attention. Blair let out a quick little yelp at having her bit suddenly jerked down on her tongue like that.
"That's perfect Christine. Now pony girl, I want you to hold your head up, chest out, shoulders back. . . Good girl. Now, raise your left leg as if you are in the middle of a prance. . . That's it . . . be careful now . . . good . . . slowly . . . remember you will have to balance yourself on one hoof sweetie . . . Yes, I know it's hard, go on try again. . . That's better girl . . . a little higher . . . yes . . . let Christine put a little tension on your bit so you can help steady yourself better . . . Oh yes that looks good with your head pulled back like that and those big brown surprised eyes of yours . . . steady now . . . almost there . . . got it! That's was a perfect shot. Umm, Christine, would you be so kind to keep tabs on our little filly here while I get this picture printed out on the computer?"
"Oh sure Aunt B. Ah, would it be possible for you to make another copy for me too?"
"Well, usually the management frowns on things like that, but since the two of you are friends after all, I don't see why not. Sure dear. I'll just be a moment." And Beatrice walked into the back room again.
Christine thought for a moment still holding the reins taut while Blair went back to her fixed pony girl pose again her head held a little higher and back to relieve some of the tension put on her tongue by her bridle bit.
"Pony girl, did anyone say for you to lower your leg?" she then swacked Blair on her rump again with her crop.
Blair let out a yelp and tried feverishly to quickly raise her left leg while remaining balanced on the other.
"You seem to be having a little problem holding that position. Maybe it would be better if you practiced prancing in place. Yes, I think that will be better. Now prance for me pony girl, PRANCE!" Again Christine swacked Blair on the side of her rump with her crop.
"That's a good little pony, raise those legs high, HIGHER I said!
Beatrice entered the room and was joyfully surprised to see what Christine was doing with the made over horse girl. Christine caught Beatrice's surprised look and pulled back on the reins. "Woah pony girl, WOAH!" Blair instantly stopped when her tongue felt the weight of Christine's vindictiveness on the reins. Her breathing was fast and hard, retarded by the tight bra harness she was forced to wear.
"My goodness that looked so delightful. Christine, you are a natural at being a dominatrix and a pony girl trainer. Just as your friend here is a natural submissive. It's too bad the two of you aren't Mistress and slave. But, alas, I must take your friend here back to her rightful owner and to fulfill the last part of her contract." Beatrice held out her hand for the reins and well used riding crop.
Christine felt so sad. Here she was having such great fun and now it was over just before it really began. She reluctantly handed the reins and crop over to Beatrice. And in return she received both the "before" and "after" picture of her conquered foe, Blair.
"Excuse me Aunt B, but do you know what the other part of the contract is and where I can contract this pony girl's owner?"
Blair closed her eyes with deep embarrassment. Here she was, an educated, cultured and capable adult woman, and these two women were talking about her as if she was a simple minded farm animal in need of looking after. She tried to hold back the tears and sniffles but it was too hard. "Well Christine, I don't know for sure, but rumor has it she is being transported in a horse trailer to a special private ranch on the outskirts of the city. There she is going to stay in a hay covered stall of a stables for a while, to be given further training as a pony girl. Girls usually remain there for no less than a month, sometimes longer, a lot longer if you catch my meaning dear." Upon hearing that horrific news, Blair began to move, but was brought up short by the quick jerking of her reins by Beatrice. "Steady girl, steady or I will use the crop on you. No point fretting about spilled milk now. Just be a well trained, obedient pony girl and your lot in life will go as easy as possible, resist and . . . well, you will soon find out that part quickly enough. Now assume the pose and be still! Good girl. Now, where was I?"
"You were going to tell me where to contact her room mate and owner Aunt B."
"Oh yes. Her name is Erin and you can reach her at the main desk. Just ask for her there or show them the pony girl's "before" picture I gave you and tell them you are looking for her friend. They'll fix you up. But now I am sorry to say we must leave. Your friend here needs to take a little trip and I need to start on another make over right quickly."
"Oh is it that Go Go Dancer I seen down the hall Aunt B?" "Oh no, she should be all finish by now. I have to work on a young woman named Gloria. It seems she was recently married to a wealthy older man. Her husband found out that she is nothing more than a gold digger and a tramp so he has arranged for a special make over for his new wife, unbeknown to the girl. He figures that since she wants to act like a disobedient bitch in heat, she might as well look like one. She is going to be made over into a puppy dog. She will have the skin, tail, muzzle, the whole nine yards of a furry little doggie. He has paid a lot of money for this transformation too, even spending big money on some special electrical devices that keep her from speaking and filtering sound going into her ears so she can only hear a limited number of commands and vocabulary. The rest is to be all jumbled. I dare say living like that for a month and she will come to believe she really is a little doggie. But if that is what people want, and have the money for it, the casino is more than willing to bend over backwards to fulfil their every dream. Good bye dear and thank you for your help. Time to go little pony, but before we do, how about giving your friend here a little whinny to say good-bye. Come on pony girl I know you can do it." Beatrice began using the crop on Blair's butt with ever increasing hardness until Blair finally gave a nice petite pony neigh. "That's a good pony girl. Good bye Christine, it was nice meeting you." Beatrice jerked on the reins and swacked her on the ass thus telling Blair to begin prancing, which she did. Beatrice slowly maneuvered her filly out of the room, through the back door and into a new lifestyle.
Christine kept looking at the "before" and "after" pictures in her hand as she walked out of the room and into the hallway from which she came. She could not believe what she had just witnessed and played a part in. The first thing on her list was to contact Erin, to see if she would mind if she could spend some time with her new pony girl, maybe even rent her out for awhile. Perhaps, if her luck still held out, she might be able to buy the pony girl from her. Now wouldn't that be something. Owning her very own human pony girl who happened to be the person she hated the most in life. That though made her already drenched pussy quivered with wanton joy. She could keep her at that ranch too, a pony girl forever!
Just then she heard someone say "EXCUSE ME!" She looked up and saw what looked like a table on wheels with an unconscious woman on it, naked and without any hair on her entire body. Christine jumped to the side and watch it pass. That must be Gloria she thought, the soon to be doggie. Pretty girl, too. Too bad she screwed up. She pondered the possibility of Blair being made over into a doggie too, that is after being a pony for a while. At that point she found herself in the lobby again. Bunny was still at her desk doing her nails and popping her gum. The ever vigilant bimbo on display.
Christine looked over to where she first seen Blair's "before" picture, it was still there. Along side of it was her "after" picture, her prancing happy pony girl picture, and the name tag below it. She chuckled to herself when she read it, "Boobsie, the Pony Girl". Then she though to herself, Oh yes, she will definitely see "Boobsie" again. Real soon.
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