Ponyplay

Author's Note: There was a problem with the first envoy. I hope this time it will be readable Chapter One This story happens in a world where slavery is accepted in some states. Our two main characters come from a non-slave state but they are visiting such a state where slavery and prostitution are legal. They came last year to celebrate their 18th birthday with alcohol, sex and drugs were all available, so they had a blast for a whole weekend and this year they came back to repeat the experience. Brad and Michael don’t come from rich families so they had to work all year part-time while studying to be able to finance their stay. They were planning to make the most of it. They arrived as early as they could on Friday and went directly to a brothel to find young cute girls to fuck and take booze and drugs. ...

Author's Note: Trying something a little different in this one. Experimenting with dialogue. Another story of non-consensual activities so please do not read if you don’t like. Like my other stories, it will undoubtedly be a bit slow. Chapter One I seated myself opposite her, sinking slowly down into the deeply cushioned velvet luxury of the armchair she had indicated. The smiling hall porter who’d accompanied me silently placed the tray he was carrying onto the small glass-topped table between us, poured two cups from the coffee pot and departed closing the door behind him without a sound. ...

Author's Note: Before you read this story you should understand that it is a work of fiction and total fantasy. Its main themes are of non-consensuality and human degradation of an uncompromising sort. If this does not appeal then PLEASE DO NOT READ IT. I would also like to emphasise that the events described in the story would be completely abhorrent to me if carried out in reality. Nor is it my intention to offend any particular group, preference or orientation with what I have written. It is simply my first attempt at writing a BDSM story in which I have tried to give full rein to the darker corners of my own sexuality and I have to admit to a degree of shock and surprise at the result. I hope the result is erotic in its own grim way for others and would be very interested in any (constructive) thoughts or criticism. Thanks for reading. -Honorius ...

Author's Note: In ‘The Pony Race’, Bryony (also know as the ponygirl ‘Sticky Fingers’) enlisted the help of athletics coach, Mike to help her prepare for the annual village Mares’ race. The intense and rather kinky nature of their training drew the two of them into an intimate relationship and exposed Bryony’s submissive nature. Eighteen months later, the couple remain in the village of Mares-de-Launce, with Bryony living as Mike’s slave… ...

Author's Note: Professional sports coach, Mike, is asked by amateur athlete, Bryony, for some help in preparing for her local race. From the title you can guess what it might involve. I was going to publish this in two parts as it has taken some time to write but there have been a couple of cracking stories of this length in the last couple of months (well done to Alcatraz for ‘Phoenix’ and Southrook for ‘The Kingdom’) so here it is in it’s entirety… ...

Author's Note: Amber creates a ponygirl outfit to wear to a fetish night club. This leads her into contact and under the control of a strange powerful woman. How far can this relationship go? How much will be too much for Amber? Amber looked at herself in the mirror. She almost could not believe what she was seeing. Her ponygirl outfit was striking. She shivered. She had always loved all things equine although her experience with actual horses was very limited. She was not wealthy. And such things were more available to the more privileged class. That did not include Amber. ...

Author's Note: I did not set out to write a novella. I knew where the story ended but I let the characters pick the path that led there. In the process I have become very fond of these characters. I hope you enjoy them as well. Jennifer met the end of the semester with mixed emotions. She had enjoyed her first year of college, being away from home and living in the dorms had been great. She also enjoyed school. She had been disciplined, worked hard and maintained her grades. That didn’t mean she had not had fun. After all, college was not supposed to be all work. She had been lucky as well with her roommate. They had gotten along well from the moment they met. Abigail Johnson, Abby to her friends, which included Jen, was also a freshman, but a lot more outgoing than Jennifer. Jen did not consider herself to be shy, but this was the first time she had lived away from home. It was the first time that she did not have to check in with someone and get permission for the things that she did. That gave her a feeling of freedom, but it came with a twinge of guilt whenever she stepped outside what had been deemed to be the expected boundaries. ...

Chapter 1: Escape and A New Life The cold night air sends a chill down on my naked body, made worse by the sweat I’d perspired in the hours I’ve been hanging by my thumbs. I moan through my gag as the last gnats and flies land on me to suck on my welts for a late meal. A bag covers my head and I’m hanging at least ten feet above the ground with my ankles so tightly bound they’re numb. I have a panic attack, struggling and yelling through my gag. While I struggle I feel one of my thumbs slip through the loop it is in. I pull on it, ignoring the feel of the rope biting and cutting my skin. When it is free I grab onto the rope and hold on as I pull my other thumb free, which is more difficult and more painful, but finally done. I take the bag off my head and look down. The drop is going to hurt, but I should survive. I just have to get away from the hell my life has been for the past four years. I brace myself and let go. ...

Author's Note: My first story, developed from a fantasy of my own being fleshed out involving some old school friends Chapter One - Chloe Ethan watched from his haven high above in the darkness as the helpless girl down below him came to. A leerish spread across his face as the girl’s panicked state made her struggle against her bonds, straining fruitlessly at the ropes securing her to the chair. He had watched her for weeks, he already knew her basic habits but he needed to learn her specific patterns so waited for a moment when nobody was around. Finally his opportunity came when she was leaving a party, slightly intoxicated making his job easier. Sneaking up behind her when she was well away from anyone with a syringe of M99 animal tranquiliser, he deftly slid it into her exposed neck knocking her out for a few hours; more than enough time to transport her across town to his… facility, and prepare her for the new life ahead of her. ...

Author's Note: My first story, and so short as a story that it may be too brief for many readers. But I had to get it out of my system :-) Comments and hints and corrections and your individual perspectives are welcome. I apologize for any typos! Chapter 1 At night her dreams are dark and she remembers the life she had, but more she feels how the old memories get more blurry. It scares her a little and at the same time feels good because she hopes that one day they might be just gone, and that would be less painful. ...