The Leprechaun's Ponygirl
(F/M, nonconsensual, pony, maledom, bondage, S&M)
Copyright©2000 by S.Mariesu. All rights reserved.
The last three parts posted here with permission from S. Mariesu and Freeberry.com.

Part Three: The Training Harness
Slowly, Vanessa eased herself down from her perch on the wooden blocks. Her feet rested in the straw, and once again, her arms were stretched impossibly high. He rummaged into the box and pulled out a thick leather strap with shiny gold buckles. With both arms, he reached around her slender waist, and positioned the thick strap around it, adjusting the buckles until the perverse belt fit snugly. The leather felt cool and hard against her skin, but it wasn't as bad as she had feared.

The art thief stepped back and reached into the wooden box once again, pulling out a bundle of thick straps connected together. Humming merrily, he placed the largest of the straps directly under her full breasts. Understanding flooded her brain as she felt the heavy leather push her breasts upward. The harness, she realized, was cut cleverly, with two strips sewn together to form a perverse brassiere that pushed her breasts high and firm. He ran the remaining straps around her shoulders, and buckled the straps into place, locking her naked breasts into an upward thrust that would remain firm, even when her arms were lowered.

"See, that's not so bad," he said soothingly, and reached into the box once again. "Now open your mouth nice and wide."

She stared at the object in his hand and opened her mouth only far enough to voice her concern. "What are you going to do with that?" Her voice sounded shrill in her own ears, and she hated the note of panic that had crept in to her usually cool voice.

"Why, I'm going to place it into that dainty mouth of yours," he said. "Soon, you'll be so used to the bit, you'll hardly know it's there. Now open up."

Her eyes grew wide and defiant, and her mouth remained a hard line as she stared at the bit in his hand. "I was afraid this would happen," he said. "I guess we'll have to do this the hard way."

He reached out with his left hand and plugged her nose. She shook her head from side to side to free herself from his grip. But before long, her ears started to pound, and the stable became a dark blur. Her full lips parted briefly to steal a quick mouthful of air, but it wasn't quick enough. Within a split second, she felt the hated bit thrust into her tender mouth.

A muffled, frustrated scream escaped her lips, and she shook her head more violently. Her chestnut hair fell side to side as she thrashed in anger and defiance. The art thief held the bit firm, pushing it deeper into her pretty mouth with his right hand, and holding her nose with his left. Soon, she stopped struggling, and focused all her efforts on sucking in the few drops of air that could make it past the bit filling her mouth.

"Are you ready to behave?" he queried. She nodded weakly, silently begging for the oxygen that was so close, yet so far out of her reach. "I'm going to release your nose while I buckle your bit into place," he said. "Any more misbehavior, and I'll make you wear a nose plug until I've buckled it securely. Is that what you want?" She shook her head slowly from side to side, her eyes begging for the mercy she would refuse him if given the opportunity.

At least, he released his grip, and her nostrils grew wide drinking in the needed air. "See, you look and sound like a pony already," he commented lightly as he adjusted the bit in her mouth. A hard knob of leather pressed her tongue tight against her lower mouth, rendering speech impossible. It was attached to a bone-like leather bar that kept her lips from closing completely. Two sets of straps dangled from either side of the protruding bar, and he took them in his strong fingers.

He stepped behind her imprisoned form and secured the straps behind her head, lodging the bit deeper as he buckled them as tight as possible. "The other straps will be secured to your riding harness," he said. "But this will keep you from pushing out your bit in the meantime. Are you ready to see what's next?"

He reached into the box and pulled out the horsetail-like item she had glimpsed earlier. It was attached to a large phallus, and he held the curious item up for her inspection, gripping the tail and swinging the attached phallus swung back and forth in front of her face.

Her eyes grew wide with dread, and she struggled to voice her protest. But her shrieks of defiance were muffled by the bit. Her eyes filled with tears of frustration. Vanessa was no expert in horses, but she knew where the tail was generally located. She felt her anus contract in concern. Although she was no virgin, anal sex had always been strictly off-limits. The phallus swinging in front of her face was huge - larger than any cock that had ever penetrated her pussy, and she'd had many. She was certain she could not withstand the violation.

"There, there…" the art thief said in an amused, soothing tone. "I told you earlier. This is only your training harness. When you're a well-trained pony, we'll use something a little smaller. But I must break you properly if you're to join my stable."