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Chapter 14

After leaving the shop, Chaz grew thirsty for a beer. The parks reality amazed him. His hands were hot in the noonday sun. His throat was parched and stomach empty. A cool breeze wafted over him. How magnificent it felt. He touched a green, cast iron lamp. The hot metal stung his hand. A woman walked past him. The aroma of her perfume lingered in the air.

Chaz strolled past another livery stable of pony-girls. A shrill cry seized his attention and made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. A girl covered in black latex struggled against the bonds that secured her to a lounge.

Straps bound her feet to stirrups, and her legs were spread wide. This focused the eye at the center of the 'V' of her latex covered thighs. A worker readied a piston and mounted a butt-plug upon it. He stepped on a control. The huge plug pushed deep between the girl's rubber covered ass cheeks. A muffled moan arose as the plug disappeared inside her rubber bottom. Its massive girth would require surgery to remove it. Then a dildo as big as his forearm pushed up into her rubber sex. The man drew a strap between her thighs. An armature drew it very tight, creasing it deep into her crevices. It then attached it to the base of a hard, PVC cincher.

Muffled cries came from the girl. A black latex mask gag covered her neck, mouth, and nose. A single strap ran over her head and parted her curly blonde locks. Her blue eyes gazed up at him in terror. He took a step towards her. The workers fused her hands into balls and then sealed tiny horse hooves upon them. Her arms were twisted up her back and a black tube fused them into a reverse prayer. She did not need arms to pull a cart, but she did need her feet. A pair of silver steel horseshoe boots was fused to the balls of her feet. Armatures made several injections to her calves and thighs. The serum built up muscle strength without creating new mass. Her butt cheeks clenched and released as her legs sculpted into sleek pony-girl legs.

Chaz entered the preparation room. There was something about the girl's eyes. He swore he knew her. A worker drew a hood over her face, drew her curly blonde locks out through a hole in the back, and shrank it with a heat gun. Two more hoods joined the first.

A pair of workers stood by her side. They each picked up a nipple shield. Using a pneumatic gun, they fused the shield to each areola. The shield's D-rings were linked together by a short silver chain.

They removed the girl from the lounge. She clip clopped about as they fixed a leather strap, body harness around her. It wrapped around her torso and sunk deep between her rubber ass cheeks. Another smaller harness was strapped down to her head. At the crown of her head, a single red plume feather thrust up in the air. A tail made of long, curly blonde hair swished around her rubber ass cheeks. It was a part of her.

They led her to a second station. She was strapped between a pair of poles facing the wall. A pair of probes lowered. They took up position at her temples. The tips pressed against her temples and began to glow bright red. The girl began to tremble, and her tail swished furiously about. When the probes retracted, the girl appeared more compliant. They led her over to the front of a six member pony-girl team. She was positioned right front. Working together, they hooked the various straps and hitches to her harness, attaching her to the handsome cab tongue.

The driver wandered up to the new pony-girl. Her stovepipe hat was clutched underneath her arm. She grabbed the girl's left cheek with a sharp smack. She dug her fingers into the rubber ass cheek and gave it a jiggle. "She's a fine filly. With a little training, she might make a fine show pony."

Chaz was shaken by what he witnessed. He kept telling himself that it was all in fun, but each passing moment made it sound like a lie. As he turned to leave, a flash of yellow and white caught his eye. A tattered white sundress adorned with yellow flowers lay upon the barn floor. He walked over and picked it up off the ground and held it up before him. It belonged to one of the three girls in the carriage. On top of a large pile of clothes, he saw a red and green dress. It was them.

The carriage rushed past him. Heels clopped on cobble stone; light flashed on latex covered curves, and leather straps bound the team to the wagon. The wagon rushed past him and headed down the street. The driver snapped her whip; "HEYAA, get going." The girls ran at full speed drawing the wagon down Main Street.

He jogged forward a few paces and stopped. The wagon slowed and stopped at the curb. Two more women boarded the wagon. His mind spun like a tire in the snow. A million thoughts and doubts swirled about in his mind. The driver snapped her whip, and the carriage sped away. He wanted to shout, scream, and cry. In the end, he did nothing but watch them ride away.

"Say mister, are you okay?"

He turned to see one of the stable hands. "No I'm not okay. Those pony-girls, I saw them riding the carriage earlier. You can't do that to people against their will like that."

Hank chuckled with his hands on his sides. "Against their will? Those girls put their names on a waiting list months ago, and they paid a considerable fee. It's all part of the game. We take them for a ride and then surprise them. They struggle like some damsel in distress as we make them pony-girls."

Chaz's brow fell. "They do? Why would they do that?"

"It beats the hell out of me. I would never do it, but everyone's fantasy is different. Some of them come back two or three times. Hell, we have one who practically lives here. Hey, it pays the bills, and they are having fun. What's the harm?"

Chaz mumbled and nodded. It was their fantasy not his. If they wanted to pull a wagon, it was up to them.

Hank handed Chaz a yellow casino chip. He patted Chaz's shoulder "Why don't you have a beer on the house? You look like you could use it."

On a side street, he found the bar Hank described to him. It lay in a secluded corner. The waitresses wore strapless mini-dresses. The skirts were flared. White satin trimmed the hemlines, and a matching sash wrapped around their waists with a large white bow in the back.

He wandered over to the bar and slipped onto a bar stool. A waitress asked, "May I get you something to drink?" He looked up and read the menu of micro-brew beers.

"Give me the Amber Waves of Grain." He hated cutesy beer names. However, he was very thirsty and heavy of spirit after the pony-girl experience. He felt embarrassed, disgusted, and aroused all at the same time. Hank informed him that pony-girls were also available at night. For a fee one could have sex with them in their stall. It was nothing that interested him.

The bar resembled a British pub. A rich wooden bar stretched out before him. Four round tables with chairs lay to his right. Through the square paned windows, he saw the forest and reddish canyon walls.

"Is this seat taken?"

Chaz looked to his left and saw a stunning girl. Her snow white hair was cut short in a boy-cut. She wore a black leather miniskirt and halter top. "No. Help yourself."

She smiled and said, "Hi, my name is Hannah."

"Oh god," Chaz groaned. He pressed up against the wooden wall. Horrible pressure built within his core.

Hannah's head bobbed in his crotch at a furious rate. His glistening cock pumped through her crimson lips. Her petite hand stroked it as fast as it could. Her mouth attacked it and took it deep down her throat.

Chaz fought to hold back his orgasm. Looking down, he saw her black leather miniskirt wrapped tight over her round bottom. She knelt before him, her legs sheathed in black nylons and feet shod with ankle boots.

She took his cock out of her mouth and stroked it. She fed it back and moved her head like a piston. Tiny wet whimpers came from her mouth as she sucked.

He could stand it no more. His body began to spasm and cum shot out of his cock. Loud gulps came from her mouth. He shuddered a bit and more shot out. She sucked the padded tip of his penis, making sure to get every drop.

Hannah rose to her feet ? his cock in her hand. She drew up her miniskirt around her waist and moved aside a black satin thong. She then turned around and bent over. She looked back at him and batted her eyelashes.

Chaz's manhood grew stiff again at the sight of her perfect ass cheeks. He slid his hands around her cheeks. Her skin was so silky smooth. Guiding his manhood with his right hand, he fed it through her lips. It slid into her wet sex and enveloped it. He began pumping his hips.

Outside the storeroom, they heard voices and footsteps. Hannah moved away. His slick cock slid out of her and jutted up into the air. She pulled down her miniskirt and wiggled her hips. "We should go up to my room," she whispered. He was not going to argue the point. He wanted to use her body in every way possible. She led him by the hand from the storeroom and through the bar.

Hannah scooted off the bed and padded into the bathroom. She lifted up her white nylon chemise and whisked down her panties. She sat down and doubled over. Releasing her bladder, she let the urine flow out of her.

The lights began to dim. She looked around the ceiling for some explanation but saw none. After cleaning up, she worked up her panties with a snap of the waistband. The tile floor was cold so it sped up her steps.

She grabbed and twisted the knob. It was locked. She tried rotating the release mechanism. It still would not release. "Come on," she muttered. Purple clouds rolled around her ankles. She turned around and looked back into the bathroom. A purple glow came from the mirror. She walked toward it and reached out. The glass was warm and made her fingertips tingle.

When Lana appeared in the glass, Hannah yelped and jumped back. Lana wore a black latex catsuit, waist cincher, thigh high boots, and gloves. Her hair was fixed behind her head and draped forward over her shoulders. Her beautiful face wore a smirk.

It's time to go out sweetie.

Hannah turned to run. A whip streaked out from the glass. It coiled around Hannah's waist with a snap. "HELP ME! SOMEBODY HELP MEEEE!" Lana dragged the girl back to the edge of the glass. Hannah grabbed the frame with her hands. Her bottom sunk through the surface of the glass. A sudden jerk of the whip broke her grip and flung her through the glass.

Seconds passed. Hannah burst out from the mirror. Glossy black latex covered her from her neck to her toes. A cruel PVC waist cincher crushed her abdomen into a severe hourglass form. Trapped within her was an ass filling butt-plug and enormous dildo. A crotch strap divided her ass. It formed her cheeks into a pair of round rubber balls. A long white tail swished around over the rubber balls.

She ran for the door and yanked at the knob. "SOMEBODY HELP ME!" she screamed and pounded on the door. The whip streaked out again and slapped around her waist. It dragged her kicking and screaming back into the glass.

More time pass and all grew silent. Hannah emerged from the glass again. Three layers of latex and rubber hoods covered her head. Her arms were fused behind her back in a monosleeve. Three sets of cuffs and hobble chains bound her legs. She clopped around on a pair of silver pony-girl boots. "Mmmnnn uwww," came from her smooth, sealed lips.

A jerk of a leash spun Hannah around. "What's the matter? Don't you want to be a pony-girl?" Lana reached out from the glass. She grabbed Hannah's rubber camel toe vagina. Lana snarled, "We need to finish your preparations." She dragged Hannah back into the glass.

Back in the bedroom, Chaz scrambled off the bed. He searched the darkness, fists ready for action. Only the sound of air conditioning disturbed the silence. "Hannah?" he called out. "Where are you?"

A seam of light beamed out from underneath the bathroom door. He knocked and then opened it. "Hannah, are you in here?" He squinted at the bright light reflecting off the white tile walls. It was empty. He turned to leave when he stepped on something silky. He scooped up the tattered remains of Hannah's chemise and panties. The garments clutched in his fist, he searched the hotel room. She was gone but her clothes remained. His clothes, however, were gone.

A sharp crack stung his bottom. He cried out and jumped. Spinning around, he poised his fists for action. Another crack stung his ass. He danced forward and shielded his bottom with his hands. He spun around and searched for his attacker. Snap after snap stung his ass cheeks. More snaps stung his chest.

"Oh shit," he groaned. He crumpled to the floor. Breasts began to engorge, as did his ass cheeks. His waist contracted and penis whipped about as it recoiled into his body. "No!" he cried out with a feminine voice.

He lay upon the floor gasping for air. It's time to get dressed. I have a big evening planned for you.

"Who are you?" Chaz struggled to her feet. "Come out and face me!" An invisible hand shoved her face forward onto the bed. She attempted to shield her fleshy ass cheeks with her hands.

I think we need to establish who's in charge.

A powerful force pinned her to the bed. "Get off!" she shrieked. A huge but invisible dildo rammed into her ass. Hips pumped and slapped her butt cheeks. Hands pressed down on her back. Chaz tried to push up with both arms, but she was pinned. Her body rocked back and forth. She gritted her teeth and groaned. "Oh god!" she moaned. A drawer flung open and a pair of antique white silk panties shot to her face. The silken fabric snaked through her crimson lips and filled her mouth. A nylon wrapped around her mouth forming a cleave gag. She grabbed at the gag, but her attacker grabbed her wrists. She resisted, but her arms were wrestled behind her back. Nylon rope shot over and wrapped around her wrists.

More drawers flew open. Clothes flew through the air. She mewed in terror as panties, garter belt, bra, nylons, slips, and clothing swallowed her.

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