A Filly's Tail

Written by S. M. Wolf

Copyright © 2001 by S. M. Wolf, all rights reserved. Reproduction and distribution of this work by any means without the expressed written permission of the author, or hotlinking from another website without the expressed written permission of the author and BondoFox, is expressly forbidden. Similarity to any person, living or dead, is coincidental.

Ellen Shetland had been foaled and raised on the High Plains of Gilliam.  For nineteen summers she had moved with her herd from field to field, raising the hay the herd needed for the long winter months.

The coyotes came down from the Oak Ridge and struck at twilight.  Ellen was walking from the fields towards the tents.  She was an easy target.  As the sun touched the western horizon four large coyote males jumped up from the tall grass and surrounded her.

Ellen screamed and tried to run, but they brought her down from behind.  They ripped her dress and undergarments from her body.  One of the coyotes wadded up her panties and shoved them into her mouth to silence her.  They tied her hoofs and paws to a long pole and lifted her writhing body from the ground.  The last she saw of her old life was the column of smoke rising from where the tents had been.

The coyotes made camp a few miles away from her family in a well concealed ravine.  The coyotes left her and half a dozen other young ponies tied to stakes throughout the long, cold night.  Their gags stopped them from talking, but the fear was clear in each others’ eyes.

The next day the coyotes split up their pack.  Ellen was given to the four coyote males who had captured her.  Her wrists were bound behind her and hobbles placed on her hooves.  The coyote leader had given them instructions on where to take her and who to see.  His last words had chilled her.

“Whatever you do, do not rape her.  You’ll cut her value in half.  Let her new owner deflower her and spend the extra money in the whorehouses,”  the graying coyote male told the four youngsters.  With a knowing wink, he added, “Who knows, maybe you’ll meet her there.”

Three days later they entered Mandola, a major trade center on the border of the Lower Plains and Blue Ridge Mountains.  In the gathering gloom of night the coyotes took her through the back streets to a large, windowless building.  Their leader went inside.  Ten minutes later he came back with a heavy purse that clinked as he moved.  He also brought two jackals.

The coyote pointed at Ellen and said, “Here she is!”

The jackals grabbed Ellen’s arms and led her inside.  The interior was filled with cages.  Inside most of the cages were one or more naked furs.  She was taken to one of the far cages.  The jackals removed her bonds and tossed her into the cage.  As she lay on the foul smelling straw, she cried herself to sleep.

The next day the overseer came by.  He ordered Ellen bathed and groomed.  She tried to resist, but the jackals seemed to know what she was going to do before she did.  She was quickly subdued and led off to the baths.  As she was taken away, the overseer tapped his left paw with a heavy wooden cane.

“Pity we have other plans for you, filly, or I’d take a good chunk of the rest of the morning to teach you some obedience.”

Ellen was led to a large bathing chamber.  She was given over to four young female cheetah attendants. They first dunked her in a large steaming tub of hot water.  After allowing her to soak for ten minutes, the cheetahs got to work with soap and brushes.  The dust and dirt from the past several days of travel was quickly removed.  They took her to an alcove and forced her to stand in the center.  High pressure streams of cool water emerged from the sides and washed the soap and the last of the dirt from her hide.  The four cheetahs descended on her with towels and quickly and vigorously dried her hide.

They took Ellen into the next room and had her sit upon a wooden stool.  One of the cheetahs went to work on her mane.  She patiently removed the tangles and smoothed it out with brush and comb.  She applied an oil to it that made it glisten and then did it up in a simple pony tail.  A thin red ribbon secured her mane in place.

The second cheetah worked comb and brush through Ellen’s tail.  When she had straightened out all of her tail hair, the cheetah wrapped a wide red ribbon about the base of her tail and tied it into an elaborate bow,  The remaining two cheetahs carefully brushed and groomed her hide.  They finished by applying a scented oil that increased the natural luster of her hide.

The overseer returned.  As Ellen stood naked and quivering before him, he carefully inspected her.  He was apparently satisifed with the job the cheetahs had done.  He ordered the jackals to take her to be dressed.

Ellen was led to another room and presented to the large bear in charge.  He cast a quick look at her and grabbed what at first appeared to be a couple of pieces of leather from a nearby shelf.

“Grab her,” the bear ordered the jackals.

The jackals grabbed her arms and held them straight out from her body.  The bear quickly secured black leather cuffs to her wrists.  A one_inch wide black leather belt went around her waist.  The jackals bent her arms down.  The cuffs were tightly attached to loops at the sides of the belt with short pieces of rope.

The bear nodded to the jackals.  They dropped down, grabbed Ellen’s legs and spread them wide.  She gave a whinny of surprise and fear, but the bear simply knelt and attached two wide black leather cuffs to her ankles.  He nodded to the jackals again, and they pushed her legs back together.   The bear secured a one and a half foot long thin leather strap to the cuffs.  When the jackals released her she was effectively hobbled again.

Finally the bear brought out a bit and reins.  Ellen tried to fight, but the bear knew exactly where to pinch her nose.  Before she could do anything, the bit was securely in her mouth.  The bear attached another black leather strap to the bit, ran it around her neck, and secured the end to the other side of the bit.  She was forced to severely curve her neck and place the bottom of her chin on her collar bone.

When he was done he led Ellen to stand in front of a mirror.

The reins hung down her front, snaking between her breasts before ending just above her navel.  Her arched neck gave her an almost coy look.  Her pure white hide gleemed under the light of the lanterns.  She could see the bright red ribbons on her mane and tail as the bear turned her back and forth several times.  Despite her predicament, she had to stare at her reflection in the mirror.  She had always thought of herself as plain, but the creature that looked back at her was gorgeous.

With a playful swat on her bare rump, the bear ordered her, “Get going!”

The jackals took charge of her again.  One grabbed her reins and lead her off to a door way at the front of the building.  Outside was a bazaar.  In the center of the bazaar was a small stage.  Upon the stage stood a large, muscular badger.  He had a small naked otter taur bound in ropes laying at his feet.  Ellen could see the badger pointing to several of the males in the crowd as they raised their paws and shouted out numbers.

The badger was selling a slave.

Ellen suddenly knew what awaited her.

Stunned, she did not notice the otter taur being taken from the stage by the four white horses and carried to the waiting skunk.  The jackals had to give her a swat on the flank with a quirt to get her moving forward again.  Inexorably, she walked up the half dozen steps to the stage.

Looking out over the crowd, she saw a variety of male furs gather at the foot of the stage and examine her in detail.  To her surprise and shock, several female furs were doing the same.  Desperate to avoid their randy stares, Ellen raised her eyes above them.

That was a mistake.

At the back of the crowd the young pubescent males had gathered.  She could see them looking at her and grabbing their crotches.  One young gazelle, hidden from the crowd between two stalls, dropped his loincloth and openly masturbated in front of her.  She could see his pink penis slide from its sheath as it lengthened and thickened.  As she watched, a white stream erupted from the tip and fell to the dust covered cobblestones of the bazaar.

Disgusted, she dropped her gaze to her hooves.

The badger began the auction by telling the crowd of Ellen’s many virtues.  He paraded her around the stage so all who wished could see and touch her.  She quivered under the touch of the aroused furs, but a whispered  word from the badger in her ear promising her a severe flogging if she shied away convinced her to remain still under the many questing paws.

Ellen was brought to the front of the stage again.  As she stood there, she could see several of the young bulls at the back gathering together.  She had a bad feeling watching them huddle with their heads so close they frequently locked horns.

“Let the bidding begin!” shouted the badger.

A small male civet began the bidding by offering, “Five gold pieces!”

One of the young bulls at the back countered, “Six gold pieces!”

Ellen suddenly realized the bulls were going to try to buy her for their collective pleasure.  She was terrified at what could happen if she became the herd’s pleasure slave.

The civet quickly countered, though, and soon the bidding reached thirty gold pieces.  The bulls snorted in disgust and left.  They did not have the money to buy her.  Ellen breathed a sigh of relief and started to look over the civet more carefully.  He was winning and apparently would be her first master.

A new voice entered into the bidding.  A bobcat moved towards the front of the crowd.  He quickly raised the bid to eighty gold pieces.  The civet opened his purse and counted furiously before countering with a bid of ninety gold pieces.  An expression between a disdainful sneer and a lecherous leer appeared on the bobcat’s muzzle.  Ellen did not like the look.

“One hundred gold pieces,” offered the bobcat.

The civet’s shoulders slumped in defeat.  He gave her one last look before turning and walking away.  Ellen heard the badger begin the final phase of the bidding.

“One hundred gold pieces.  Going once!”

“One hundred gold pieces.  Going twice!”

A look of triumph crossed the bobcat’s face.

A loud bass voice boomed from the back of the crowd, “Two hundred gold pieces!”

The bobcat turned in obvious anger to confront the interloper.

The new bidder was a huge Shire stallion.  He towered over the other furs in the crowd and massed at least four times Ellen’s diminutive Shetland pony frame.  His coat was a deep roan color.  His hooves and paws were white, and a white blaze ran the length of his face.  Even wearing a long cape and clothes it was obvious he was heavily muscled.

“How dare you, Anton!  I won her -- ,” the bobcat sputtered.

The Shire stallion calmly interrupted, “Not yet, Revzo.  This is still an open auction.  And I want the filly’s tail for my own.  If you want her, you’ll have to pay for her.”

The badger, sensing unexpected profits, bowed to the two bidders and said, “The Shire is correct.  The bidding is still open, Master Revzo.  It currently stands at two hundred gold pieces.  Do you wish to bid, Master Revzo?”

“Three hundred gold pieces!” replied the bobcat.

Almost indifferently the stallion countered, “Three hundred twenty-five.”

The crowd huddled close about the two bidders as each outbid the other.  The bobcat was becoming increasingly agitated as the Shire calmly increased the bid by twenty-five gold pieces every time the bobcat bid.

After Master Revzo bid six hundred gold pieces, the heads of everyone in the crowd turned to look at Master Anton, expecting him to bid.  Instead he paused, cocked his head and reflected for a moment.  Master Revzo grinned in anticipation of his victory.

Instead, Master Anton looked at the badger and calmly asked, “I’m tiring of this game.  Shall we get serious about this?  One thousand gold pieces.”

The entire crowd including Master Revzo gasped.  Ellen doubted all the possessions of her herd were worth a thousand gold pieces.

The badger turned back to the flustered bobcat.

“Master Revzo, the bid stands at one thousand gold pieces.  Do you wish to counterbid?”

Master Revzo glared at the Shire stallion.

“There will be another day, Anton!”

With that the bobcat turned and stormed away.

The badger went through the motions of finalizing the bidding, but no one else dared to bid.  Ellen was led down the far side of the stage.  The stallion handed a heavy belt purse to the black wolf behind the small table.

Ellen watched as the wolf quickly and efficiently counted out the equivalent of one thousand gold pieces.

Her value as a slave.

The wolf handed the still heavy purse back to Master Anton and said, “May you enjoy your new slave, Master Anton.”

“I’m confident I shall, Master Wolf,” Master Anton replied.

The jackals handed Ellen’s reins to the stallion.  Ellen had hoped to talk to him, to learn about him, to perhaps find some sympathy or even a savior in a fellow horse.  Her hopes were quickly dashed as he simply turned and walked away, pulling her along by her reins.

The crowd parted before the two equines.  Master Anton said nothing to Ellen.  Instead he took her down a narrow street that led towards a better part of town.  Eventually they came to a large brown adobe house.

Master Anton led Ellen through the front door into a large well lit foyer.  Ellen was unfamiliar with houses, but she could easily tell the this home was an opulent one. Her hooves clattered on the marble tile of the floor.  Rich tapestries hung on either side of the main door.  Through the arch in front of her, she could see the interior courtyard with many flowers and a large fountain spraying in the center.

Master Anton turned to face Ellen.

“Down on your knees, Slave.”

Ellen hesitated.  Anger flashed in Master Anton’s eyes.  He grabbed her reins and pulled down hard on them.  Ellen fell face first on the cold tile.

“When I give you in order, Slave, you will follow it immediately.  Failure to do so will bring swift punishment. Now kneel, Slave!”

Ellen struggled to get back onto her knees.  It was difficult with her hands still cuffed to her waist, but by bending her body she was able to force herself up onto her knees.  The strap holding her head down made it difficult to watch Master Anton, but she was able to see him move behind her on her left side. When he returned to her field of view, he was holding a large riding crop in his right paw.

“You will learn that you can either cooperate or not.  Which you  choose is up to you, but as you’ll learn there are severe consequences for not following my orders.  For one thing, I enjoy the sound of a whip striking equine flesh followed by the squeal of a bound filly or mare.”

Master Anton moved around behind Ellen.

“It can be either a mutually enjoyable part of foreplay ... ”

Master Anton began lightly tapping the riding crop on Ellen’s left flank.  After several seconds she felt a growing glow from her ass that was not at all unpleasant.  She squirmed a bit under the gentle tap of the crop.

“ ... or as punishment.”

Ellen’s ears barely registered the sound of the riding crop cutting through the air before the loud CRACK as it struck her right flank.  An instant later red hot pain raced from her ass all the way up to her brain.  She fell forward and writhed about on the tiles.

Master Anton placed the riding crop on a small table.  From a drawer in the table he extracted a small earthen jar.  He walked over to Ellen and placed his left hoof in the small of her back, pinning her to the floor.  As she trembled in pain beneath his hoof, Master Anton opened the jar and applied a small amount of cream to his right forefinger.  Reaching down, he applied it to the thin red welt that had appeared under Ellen’s white hide.

The cream instantly stopped the pain in Ellen’s ass.  As she lay gasping on the tile, Master Anton continued speaking.

“I  am a master surgeon and have substantial knowledge of the body.  That allows me to inflict considerable pain upon your person without having to worry about you dying or even passing out.  I also have a considerable number of medicines and herbs to use upon you as well.  As with the whip, they can either inflict pleasure or pain  The choice is yours.”

Master Anton removed his hoof from Ellen’s back.

“Now get back up on your knees, Slave!”

Ellen again leveraged herself up onto her knees.  Master Anton walked around to her front.  Reaching out with his right hoof, Master Anton forced her knees apart.

“You’ll keep your legs apart at all times unless told otherwise.  I expect you to be instantly available to me on a moment’s whim.”

Master Anton moved behind Ellen again.  She trembled in fear but was rooted in place by the fear of another whipping.  He simply undid the ropes securing her wrists to the belt and removed the hobble strap.

“Stand up!”

Ellen got to her hooves again.  She quickly spread her legs wide.  Master Anton nodded his approval.

Master Anton took the red ribbon from her mane and held it in front of her face.

“The red ribbons signify that you are a pleasure slave.  Whenever you are in public you will wear at least one in your mane and one in your tail.  Is that clear?”

Ellen quickly nodded her head yes as best she could.

“Good.  And are you going to a good little slave for me?”

Again Ellen shook her head yes.

Master Anton reached out and removed the strap and bit.  Ellen could move her head now, but Master Anton indicated she was to keep her neck arched.

“Follow me.”

Master Anton quickly walked into the courtyard.  Ellen had to move quickly to keep up with the rapidly striding stallion.

A  circle of marble columns surrounded the fountain.  Getting closer to them, Ellen saw that all the columns had chains hanging from their tops and rings bolted into their bases.  She shivered of the thought of what could happen out here.  For now though, Master Anton walked past the fountain and columns and entered a  door on the far side of the courtyard.

The door was the entryway to Master Anton’s personal bedchambers.  As with the foyer, they were simple but elegant.  The room was dominated by a large circular bed with a silk cover and no sheets or blankets.  Two wide steps led up to the bed.  Lanterns placed on four marble columns surrounding the bed illuminated it.  Ellen suddenly realized the bed was a stage upon which she and this stud would perform.

Master Anton led Ellen directly to the bed.

“On the bed!” he ordered her.

Ellen looked at her new master.  A bulge was already showing on the front of his pants.  Back in her village she had seen a few of the young males in an aroused state.  She was certain that Master Anton’s size would shame all of them.  She was afraid of what was to happen to her now, but for the moment she was more afraid of the whip.

Ellen climbed onto the bed.

Master Anton pointed to the spot at the head of the bed.

“Get down on your paws and knees, Slave.”

Master Anton moved to the head of the bed as Ellen crawled across the top of the bed.  From underneath the bed he pulled out two short ropes.  He motioned to her to drop her upper torso down onto the bed.  He then secured the ropes to the cuffs about her wrists.

“I want your tail sticking straight up!”

Ellen closed her eyes and reluctantly raised her tail.  She could hear her master walk completely around the bed, staring at her ass and most private parts.  When he was directly behind her again, she heard the rustle of cloth as he removed his clothing and let it fall to the floor.

She felt the bed shake as Master Anton climbed onto it.  With a gentle caress, he parted her tail hairs to fully revealed her ass hole and pussy.  Tears began to roll down her cheeks as she felt Master Anton’s paws roam over her exposed flanks.  She sucked in her breath as he she felt his right paw move up and down the slit of her cunny.

Master Anton played with his new toy’s cunt.  She was quite responsive under his gentle manipulations. She cried out in pleasure when he rubbed her large clit with the tip of his right forefinger.

Master Anton got off the bed and walked around to in front of Ellen.  Realizing that Master Anton was no longer behind her, Ellen opened her eyes and blinked several times.

Master Anton stood in profile in front of her.  His cock was fully erect now.  She stared in amazement at the sight that greeted her eyes.  She had guessed that he was larger than any of the pony stallions in her tribe, but she had badly underestimated how large he truly was.

Master Anton's prick was easily twenty inches long and four inches in diameter.  Its surface was heavily veined. Already precum fluid was flowing from the large slit at the tip.  His sheath and ball sack were lightly furred.  His testicles hung between his legs like a pair of pink, ripe grapefruit on a tree.

Ellen had no idea how she could ever take such a large dick into her.

“Since you have chosen to cooperate, Slave, I will be merciful.  Rather than deflowering you here and now, I will instead train your body to accept me.  That doesn’t mean you get off servicing me, but for now I will not enter your pussy or tail hole.  Instead, I will insert progressively larger butt plugs and dildos into you.  You’ll wear them continually for the next three weeks.  At the end of that time, I will cover you myself for the first time.  If at any time you chose to stop cooperating, I’ll take you then and there.”

Master Anton walked to a large ornate cabinet set against the wall in front of Ellen.  When he opened it, Ellen could see an extensive number of sexual toys displayed within. What grabbed her interest though were those hanging from the insides of the doors. On the left door hung a series of twenty-one progressively longer and thicker dildos.  She had never seen a butt plug before, but she gathered the twenty-one strange pear-shaped objects hanging from the right door would soon be shoved up her ass.

Master Anton selected the smallest butt plug and dildo.  He also picked up a small earthen jar before returning to the bed.

Master Anton knelt by Ellen’s left flank.  Once again the Ellen felt his paws slide over her pussy slit.  This time though, Master Anton began to insert first his forefinger and then his middle finger up to the first joint.  As he manipulated her, she could feel her pussy juices begin to flow.  Soon the hair of her inner thighs was damp.

Master Anton turned his attention to her tail hole.  He placed his thumb in the center of the pink rose of her anus.  He began to rub her ass hole with a gentle clockwise circular motion.  Soon Ellen was moving her ass in concert with him.

Master Anton judged Ellen to be ready.  He removed the jar lid and dipped the butt plug into the petroleum jelly.  It came out well coated.  He grabbed the base of Ellen’s tail.  He could feel her stiffen as the tip of the butt plug came to rest against her tail hole.  He began to slowly push it into her rectum.

For the first time in her life, Ellen felt the intrusion of something into her butt.  She bit her lower lip as the hard object stretched her anus wide.

Master Anton watched the expressions played over his new toy’s muzzle in a strategically placed mirror.  He could see the whites of her eyes as she felt the butt plug being shoved up her ass.  He grinned as he saw her biting her lower lip to stop from crying out.

Master Anton took the better part of two minutes to place the butt plug in his slave’s ass.  Ellen breathed a sigh of relief as she felt the base of the butt plug nestle up against the cheeks of her ass.  She let her head drop and her eyelids close.

Her relief was short lived though.

Master Anton picked up the dildo and coated the tip with more petroleum jelly.

Ellen was rudely brought back to reality when Master Anton thrust three inches of the dildo into her pussy.  She had never been covered by a stud, so it felt like someone was shoving a red hot poker into her.  Her head whipped up, and she whinnied loudly in pain.  Master Anton’s smile grew even broader.  He began to insert the dildo with short, sharp thrusts.  Every time the dildo bore deeper into her, Ellen would fill the bedchamber with her whinnies of pain and fear.

Soon the tip of the dildo reached Ellen’s unruptured hymen. Briefly Master Anton left the bed to get a pure white towel from the bathroom.  He held it under her pussy.

With a single hard thrust, Master Anton buried two more inches of the dildo into Ellen’s pussy.  Her body convulsed in pain as her hymen was ruptured.  She collapsed onto the bed and shook.

While not yet a mare, Ellen was no longer truly a filly.

Master Anton finished inserting the dildo into Ellen’s cunt.  He carefully collected the blood now dribbling from her pussy with the towel.  When the flow stopped, he showed the now bright red towel to Ellen.

“I guess I was the first one in after all.  I wasn’t sure if the slaver was telling the truth or not.”

Master Anton got off the bed and placed the towel on a nearby table.

He turned back to Ellen and said, ”We’ll just leave this here for now.”

Ellen was drained from her deflowering.  The strange sensations coming from her cunt and tail hole added to her discomfort and confusion.  Finally, she was simply worn out from the abuse she had received at her master’s paws.

Rather than continue immediately, Master Anton judged it to be a good time to take a break.  After all, he had as much time as he wished to take with his new filly.

Master Anton walked over to the bar and took out two glasses.  Looking at the now limp form of Ellen laying upon the bed, he came to decision.  Opening a small drawer, he moved several packet containing various powders.  He placed them in the glass on his right before adding a delicate white wine from a decanter.

Master Anton brought the drinks over to Ellen on the bed.

“Here, Slave, drink this,” he ordered her.

Ellen raised her head.  Her master was holding out a large glass filled with wine for her to drink.  It smelled and tasted a bit odd, but it also warmed her gullet as it flowed down her throat.  It also left her strangely invigorated.

“What was that, Master?” she asked when she was done drinking.

“Wine with a mild stimulant and painkiller.  It will help sustain you through the balance of the evening,” he replied.

Ellen’s eyes dropped to her master’s crotch. If anything, his erection  was even larger than before.  She had no idea what he was about to do, but she doubted she would like it.

Master Anton sat on the side of the bed sipping his wine and looking over his new toy.  He waited a full five minutes for the drugs to reach their full potency.  When his wine was done, he stood up and returned both glasses to the bar.

“Get back up on your paws and knees, Slave,” he ordered her.

Master Anton watched from the bar as his new slave assumed her position.  While reluctant, she was cooperative.  Enthusiasm for her role would come later.

Master Anton returned to the head of the bed.  Standing with his hooves planted well apart, he held the tip of his cock just brushing up against Ellen’s lips.

“Open your mouth and start licking, Slave,” he ordered her.

Unsure what to do, Ellen opened her mouth and tentatively licked the tip of Master Anton’s prick.  She could taste his salty precum juice.  She made a face at the disagreeable taste.

Master Anton saw his slave’s face screw up in disgust.  His right paw shot out and cuffed Ellen hard on the left side of her face.  She fell over onto her side from the force of the impact.

“Slave, you’ll drink every drop of my cum.  If you do not, I will beat you until you learn your lesson.  Then I’ll give you a gallon of cum to drink and beat you more if you don’t.  Is that understood?”

From her prone position on the bed, Ellen stared up at the stallion.  Her head was still ringing from the impact.  She had no doubt the Master Anton would do exactly what he said he would do.  Meekly she nodded her head yes.

“Say it, Slave!”

“Master Anton, I will drink every drop of your cum.”

“Get back on your paws and knees.”

Ellen returned to her position.  Master Anton again placed his dick against her lips.

“Open your mouth, Slave.”

Afraid, but knowing the consequences if she disobeyed, Ellen opened her mouth.  Master Anton promptly shoved the tip of his prick into her mouth.

“Now close your lips about my cock,” Master Anton directed Ellen.

Her face remained expressionless as her mouth filled with his precum fluid.

“Swallow.”

Master Anton could clearly here the sound of Ellen swallowing his precum.  Satisfied, he removed his cock from her mouth.

“Get back to licking me, Slave!”  He ordered her.

Ellen began licking Master Anton’s rock hard prick.  At first she concentrated on the tip, but soon she was working her way along the entire length of his rod.  Master Anton actually seemed to like it when she wrapped her tongue around his cock.  He uttered several grunts of pleasure as she worked his prick over with her tongue.

After several minutes, Master Anton ordered, “Lick my balls, Slave.”

Ellen leaned forward and buried the tip of her muzzle between Master Anton’s testicles.  Her nose was filled with the male smell of the stallion.  Following his orders, she began to lick his ball sack and sheath.

Master Anton was thoroughly enjoying himself.  Ellen was totally inexperienced, but under the threat of the whip she was very enthusiastic.  He would have plenty of time to teach her technique later.  For now, he was simply enjoy her as is.

Master Anton felt a very familiar sensation of pressure growing in his balls.  He grabbed Ellen’s head and gently pushed her back.

“Open wide, Slave.  It is time for you to get a big drink.”

Master Anton’s prick slid into Ellen’s waiting mouth.  This time he forced the tip deep into her mouth.  As soon as the tip touched the back of her mouth, a torrent of jism exploded from Master Anton’s cock.

Desperately, Ellen swallowed as quickly as she could.  Despite her best efforts, her lips were soon white from her master’s discharge.

Master Anton withdrew his now limp cock from Ellen’s mouth.

“Look up at me, Slave.”

Ellen looked up into her Master’s face.  He grabbed her muzzle and turned her face from side to side.

“Lick yourself clean,” he ordered her.

Ellen quickly complied.

Master Anton climbed onto the bed and knelt beside Ellen’s left flank.  He proceeded to spank her hard five times.  The bedchamber rang with the sound of his hard palm striking her tender ass and Ellen’s resulting squeals of pain.  Several tears ran down her cheeks from the sting of her master’s paw.

“Next time, make sure you swallow everything, Slave.”

Master Anton got off the bed and walked over to the cabinet with the sex toys.  He reached in and brought out two narrow belts.

“Stand up, Slave.”

Ellen slid off the bed and stood at the head of the bed facing away from Master Anton.  She watched over her right shoulder as Master Anton knelt behind her and reached out to spread her legs wider.  She was forced to stand with her hooves nearly four feet apart.

“Lean forward and place your paws on the bed.”

Master Anton secured a thin black leather belt low about her hips.

The other black leather belt had a loop in it about one-third along its length.  Master Anton grabbed her tail and forced it through the loop.  The short end he fastened to the back of the first belt.  He threaded the other end through small rings secured to the base of the butt plug and dildo.  He turned her around, pulled the belt tight, and secured the long end to the first belt.

Ellen was now incapable of removing either the dildo or the butt plug.

Master Anton undid the ropes from Ellen’s wrist cuffs.

“Kneel!”

Master Anton pleasured himself for the next hour by forcing Ellen to suck him off.  He seemed inexhaustible to her.  By the time he was done, she felt like she had drunk an entire bucket of water.

When he was finally satisfied for the night, Master Anton lay down on the bed

“Get in and go to sleep,” he instructed her.

Ellen spent a restless night beside Master Anton.  Her stomach was rolling from large amount of unfamiliar fluid.  The strange pressure of the butt plug and dildo did not help.

Ellen was Master Anton’s only slave at the moment.  He spent every available moment for the next three weeks teaching her to be his slave.  She was forced to parade about the house naked as befitted a lowly slave.  The bloody towel was framed and hung on the bedchamber wall as a trophy.  Ellen saw it every night as she crawled onto the bed.

Master Anton  took Ellen out frequently to show her off to his friends.  He also took her to a whorehouse and had the Mistress teach her to the proper way to suck him off.  Her ass stung from the repeated strikes of the quirt during the four long days of instruction, but when they left for the last time Ellen could take almost half Master Anton’s  prick down her throat and swallow every drop of his cum.

During the two weeks she was taken to the center courtyard three times.  Twice she was tied facing one of the columns, her arms pulled high above her by the chains and her hooves secured to the rings set in the base of the column.  The first time she received twenty  lashes with a riding  crop on her ass for displeasing Master Anton.  The second time he flogged her with a whip on her back for half an hour for not satisfying him in bed the night before.

The third time Master Anton was extremely displeased with Ellen’s response when he played with her teats.  He tied her with her back to the column and tortured her teats with clamps and whips for three hours.  He had to give her a salve to relieve the pain afterwards.  She was much more responsive the next day when he started playing with them, though.

Each night Ellen was required to mount the bed and get on her paws and knees in the center.  Master Anton would undo the belts and remove the current butt plug and dildo.  For the next hour or more she would be required to pleasure him by licking and sucking him to repeated orgasms.  Afterwards he would insert the next largest dildo and butt plug into her.  If she had displeased him that night, he would ram the unlubricated butt plug into her ass followed by a dry dildo into her cunt.

If she did please him, Master Anton would take his time and bring her off repeatedly with the dildo.  She looked forward to that, and tried very hard each night to please her new master.  After the first week she earned her reward every night.

At the end of the third week, Master Anton stood before Ellen with the dildo in his right paw and the butt plug in his left paw.  He held them on either side of his rampant prick.  Both were about three-quarters the diameter of his cock, and the dildo was almost three-quarters the length of his tool.

“These are the last two for you.  Tomorrow, you get the real thing.”

That night Ellen lay awake in bed contemplating what was to come tomorrow night.  She reached down with her right paw and pressed the palm of her paw against her lower abdomen.  She could feel the hardness of the dildo within her.  She wondered what would be like to feel a living cock inside her.

The next day passed quickly for Ellen.  Soon it was evening.  Ellen was given a small amount of hay to munch at her master’s hooves.  All too soon for her Master Anton stood and walked to the bedchamber.  She followed behind him by two steps with her neck arched as she had been taught.

Ellen stopped just within the doorway and awaited her master’s orders.  He simply pointed to the bed.  She walked across the room and assumed her position in the center of the bed on her paws and knees.  As he done for the last three weeks, Master Anton tied her wrist cuffs to the bed with ropes.

Master Anton walked onto the bed and stood above his filly slave.  He reached down and removed the belts that secured the dildo and butt plug.  He tossed them to the floor in front of Ellen.

Master Anton knelt behind his slave.  He pushed her tail forward to lay along the length of her back.  Before him he could see her beautiful ass and cunt.  He spent several minutes slowly removing the dildo from his slave’s pussy.  He particularly delighted in rotating the dildo and thrusting it back in an inch or so.  Each time he did it Ellen would knicker or whinny in pleasure.

Soon though the dildo joined the belts on the floor.  Ellen expected the butt plug to follow the dildo, but instead Master Anton stood and dismounted from the bed.  Standing in front of her, he removed his clothing.

“I’ll let your cunt shrink back down a bit.  In the meantime, you get to suck me off.”

Master Anton climbed back into the bed and kneeled in front of Ellen.  Quickly she got to work with her tongue.  Five minutes later she was rewarded with her first drink of the night.

Master Anton left the bed again and went over to the bar.  Waiting for him on top of the bar was a cut crystal decanter filled with a red liquid and a half inch wide leather strap.  The ends could be secured together with a large snap to form a loop.

Master Anton return to the bed and stood at the head facing off to Ellen’s left.  He placed the decanter on the floor.  He took the leather strap and wrapped around the base of his prick.  She heard the snap close.

Master Anton saw the puzzled look on his filly’s face.

“It’s called a cock strap.  It will stop me from cumming until I release it.  This way I’ll be able to work under your tail for good long time.”

Master Anton began to masturbate his stallionhood with his right paw.

She watched as his prick became erect again.  She had seen in many times before, but this time it was different.  This time the monster was going into her.

Master Anton reached down and picked up the decanter.  He removed the stopper.  The smell of strawberries filled the room.

Master Anton dribbled the fluid along the length of his cock.

“I particularly like this ointment for when I first take a filly.  It has a mild anesthetic to temporarily dull the pain of entry, a bit of pepper to warm her insides, plenty of oils for lubrication and a strong aphrodisiac to ensure her arousal.”

Master Anton replaced the stopper in the decanter and set it down on the floor.  He used his right paw to spread the liquid evenly over his cock.  When he was done, he held his right paw to Ellen’s muzzle.

“Lick!” he ordered her.

Obediently Ellen began to lick the palm of her master’s paw.  The ointment tasted of fresh spring strawberries.  At first her tongue felt a little strange, but soon her mouth was filled with a warm glow.

Master Anton got back into the bed and knelt behind Ellen.

“Spread your legs wide, Slave.”

Obediently Ellen shifted her knees wider.  Master Anton move forward until his knees were even with Ellen’s ankles and then settled back on his haunches.  She could feel the tip of his prick graze her ass cheeks.

“Turn your head to the right,” Master Anton ordered.

Ellen was confused, but she turned her head to the right.  She had a good view of her master’s dick over her right flank.

“I like to make my fillies watch the first time I cover them.”

Master Anton used his left paw to push Ellen’s tail to the side.  She expected him to thrust into her immediately, but instead he chose to play with her some more.  Using his right paw, he guided the tip of his prick up and down the slit of her pussy.  She moaned in frustration as she felt the warm flesh of her master’s cock rubbing against her pussy lips.

After several minutes of play, Master Anton was ready to take his filly for the first time.  He raised up off his haunches.  He towered over her small pony figure.

“Drop down to your elbows, Slave!”  Master Anton ordered.

Ellen followed her master’s order.  Now her body formed a straight line leading directly up to her master’s crotch.

Master Anton reached down and grasped the butt plug by its ring.  He turned it a quarter turn.  Ellen whimpered in pleasure as she felt the pleasant friction of the butt plug against the inside of her ass hole.

She quickly relaxed her anal muscles as she felt Master Anton begin to withdraw the butt plug from her tail hole.  The freed butt plug sailed over her head and landed on the floor beside the dildo and leather straps.

Master Anton placed the tip of his prick against the pink rose of Ellen’s anus.  His paws moved to her flanks.  Grasping her strongly, he began to mount her.

Ellen felt her tail hole been violated by Master Anton’s cock for the first time.  At first it was no worse than the butt plugs, but soon her master’s greater size began to tell.  His cock stretched her far past the limits of the butt plugs.  Her initial knickers of pleasure became whinnies of pain.  They were music to Master Anton’s ears.

Master Anton continued to push deeper into Ellen’s tail hole.  She writhed beneath him in pain as he slowly but surely buried the entire twenty inches of his cock into her butt.

Master Anton paused in his work.  His new filly lay beneath him impaled upon his stallionhood.  He reveled in the warm sensation enveloping his prick.  He waited for the ointment to have its effect.

Ellen had never felt her ass so full in her life.  Her master’s huge prick felt like it was tearing her apart from the inside.  She spent several minutes simply whimpering as her body adjusted to the intrusion.  The pain soon began to be replaced by other sensations.  A warm glow began to spread from her ravaged tail hole.  Her clit began to stiffen of his own accord.  She blinked back the tears and looked up at her master.

Master Anton saw the changes sweep over his toy as the ointment worked its magic.  Seeing that she was ready now, he began to slowly withdraw from her butt.

Ellen’s body shook as her first orgasm of the night took her.  As good as the butt plugs and dildos had felt, they could not compare to the warm, hard stallion cock working under her tail.  She closed her eyes and raised her head high to give a whinny of pure delight as her master thrust forward.

Master Anton worked his slave’s ass for nearly fifteen minutes.  Sometimes he would nearly withdrawal completely and then thrust forward hard, his balls flying forward to strike Ellen’s lower abdomen.  Other times, he would barely inch in and out.

Soon both of the horses’ hides were darkened by sweat from their sexual exercise.  Foam appeared on their lips.  Master Anton  continued to drive his stallionhood into Ellen’s butt.  Throughout it all, Ellen encouraged him with her knickers, whinnies, and guttural moans as she experienced multiple orgasms.

Master Anton was ready for the coup de grace.  He reached down and unsnapped the cock strap.  He thrust forward hard, lifting Ellen’s knees from the bed.  She felt a hot stream of jism fill her ass as her master climaxed for the first time.

Master Anton continued to ejaculate for over a minute. When he was done, he withdrew his now limp prick from Ellen’s ass.  A dribble of white cum ran down her ass cheeks and continued down her inner thighs. Unable to support herself any longer, Ellen sunk to the bed.

Master Anton briefly disappeared into the bathroom.  Ellen could hear water running and the sounds of her master cleaning himself.  When he returned, his crotch was wet.

Master Anton looked at his slave.  She still lay collapsed on the bed, exhausted from their sexual play.  He frowned.  He was ready to deflower his filly, but he doubted he would enjoy it in her current state.  He went to the bar and filled up two glasses with a strong red wine.  Into Ellen’s glass he poured a considerable amount of a stimulant.  She would sleep most of the morning, but in a few minutes she would be ready to pleasure him for the rest of the night.

Master Anton returned to the bed.  Without a word he handed Ellen her glass.  Not knowing what was in it, she nonetheless drank the entire contents without complaint.

Master Anton took the empty glass from her and returned to the bar.  He leaned back against the bar and stood with his legs crossed.  He sipped his wine and watched his filly. By the time he was done drinking she was alert and ready for him again.

Master Anton was ready to take Ellen’s virginity.

Master Anton placed his glass on the bar and strode over to the bed.

“Back up on your paws and knees, Slave!” he ordered her.

Reluctantly Ellen obeyed her master’s command.  She had little doubt what was to follow.

Master Anton slid onto the bed and knelt in front of Ellen.  He grabbed her head in his paws and pulled her muzzle close to his still sheathed cock.

“Get to work, Slave.”

Ellen began fellating her master as she had been taught.  She stuck her tongue out and ran the tip over the slit of her master’s sheath.  She could feel his cock begin to stir within his sheath.

Ellen’s tongue slid into Master Anton’s sheath.  She ran the tip of her tongue along the inner surface of his sheath and over the tip of his prick.

Master Anton’s dick became engorged with blood and emerged from his sheath.  She worked her tongue over the length of his rapidly lengthening member.  Soon he was fully erect again.

Master Anton left the bed and picked up the decanter from the floor.  He applied a liberal dose of the ointment to his prick. He took the decanter and knelt between Ellen’s knees again.  He tapped her right flank.  Obediently she turned her head to the right again to watch her Master’s work.

Master Anton dribbled more of the ointment down the crack of Ellen’s ass.  It flowed further down and found her waiting cunt lips.  She whimpered as she felt the warm oil reach her clit.  An electric shock went through her body as the aphrodisiac excited her body’s most sensitive part. 

Master Anton covered his right paw fingers with the ointment and began to spread it over and into Ellen’s pussy.  She squirmed under his caresses until he swatted her left flank hard.  She remained still after that, but Master Anton could see her dig her paws deep into the mattress of the bed.  He merely smiled at her obvious sexual discomfort.

Master Anton worked his fingers ever deeper into his filly’s cunt.  The dildos had stretched her well, but as he had planned Ellen’s cunt had tightened up some without the constant pressure of the dildo pushing it out.  She would be good and tight when he covered her, but she would be able to take him without injury.

Master Anton wiped the last of the ointment onto his rampant prick.  He reattached the cock strap to the base of his dick.  Both of them were ready now.

“Back down on your elbows, Slave!” he commanded Ellen.

There was no escape for Ellen.  She could only drop back down and await what was to follow.  She gritted her teeth and tensed her body.

Master Anton moved Ellen’s tail out of the way to her left side.  He grasped her waist in his strong paws and placed the tip of his cock against her now open slit.

Ellen felt the first thrusts of the stud behind her as he began to violate her.  He used short but powerful thrusts to push his way in past her outer cunt lips.  Her face contorted in pain as Master Anton slowly pushed his dick steadily deeper into her tight pussy.

Ellen tried to turn her head away, but Master Anton grabbed her right ear and forced her head back around.  She was forced to watch the stallion rape her virgin cunt.

Master Anton worked slowly but surely.  He was careful not to tear Ellen’s pussy with his huge member.  He wanted to be sure he could enjoy her all night long.  There was no reason to hurry.

Master Anton took nearly half an hour to bury his iron hard prick in Ellen’s cunt.  Throughout it all Ellen filled the bedchamber with her whinnies of pleasure and pain. She had thought it had hurt when Master Anton had taken her in the ass, but it was nothing compared to what he was doing now.

To make matters worse for Ellen, his cock was pressing hard against her clit.  Wave after wave of electric thrills were running up and down her body as her master forced his way deeper within her.  She had five orgasms before he finally buried the last inch of his cock in her now red hot pussy.  She felt his balls jiggle against the back and inside of her thighs and was strangely disappointed that there was no more.

This time Master Anton did not pause.  He had opened up his filly’s pussy, and he was ready to enjoy himself now.  He withdrew halfway from Ellen’s pussy and then rammed his stallionhood back into her repeatedly.  For several minutes the bedchamber was filled with Master Anton’s animal grunts, Ellen’s whinnies of sexual delight and the slap of the two equine’s bodies against one another as he drove his prick deep into her pussy.

Master Anton felt himself begin to tire from his exertions.  It was time to finish deflowering his slave. He withdrew until just the tip of his prick remained encased in Ellen’s cunt lips. He reached down with his left paw and unsnapped the cock strap.  He whinnied as he drove his cock deep into Ellen’s pussy.

As his thighs smacked against Ellen’s ass cheeks, Master Anton’s balls exploded.  For the second time that night, Ellen felt her body being filled with her master’s jism.  A veritable torrent spewed from his dick and mixed with her own juices.  As he continued to thrust deep into her, Ellen’s crotch, ass, thighs and calves became coated with the gooey white mixture of his sperm and her pussy juices.

Master Anton continued ejaculating for over three minutes.  When he was done he collapsed forward onto his slave.  She was unable to support his weight and fell down onto the bed. His bulk pinned her hard against the mattress.  She could only lay still beneath him and wait as his slowly softening member withdraw from her cunt.

Master Anton stood up and undid the ropes that secured Ellen’s wrists to the bed.  He took her into the bathroom and ordered her to bathe him. After he regained his strength, Master Anton again mounted Ellen.  He had her lay on her back in the warm water of the bathtub and proceeded to grind her tail into the hard tile of the bathtub. Even without the ointment Ellen experienced multiple orgasms.

Still not satisfied, Master Anton had Ellen kneel before him in the bathtub and suck him off while he played with her teats. Finally, he bent her over the edge of the bathtub and fucked her ass again. The small room was filled with the whinnies of pleasure from both horses.

Before going to bed, Master Anton picked up the dildo and butt plug from the floor and inserted them back into Ellen’s ravaged body.

“These will help remind you of tonight and keep you ready for tomorrow,” he told her.

Later that night Ellen lay beside her master waiting for the last of the stimulant to wear off and contemplated what had happened that night.

She was no longer a slave filly. She was a pleasure mare and would be for the rest of her life.

Her left paw slid down her belly.  She could feel the bulge of the dildo buried deep inside her.  Moving further down, she gently stroked her clit. A sharp gasp escaped from her lips, and she achieved a final orgasm for the night.

As she drifted off to sleep, her dreams were filled with images of the stud beside her fucking her repeatedly.  She hoped Master Anton would make her dreams become reality tomorrow.

The End