Aaron really didn’t know.
“I don’t know if it makes any difference to you guys, but I do want her to stay on all fours. It’ll be easier for her to take it all if her stomach can expand.”
This development did not sound at all good to Mandy. She was afraid she knew exactly what it was he was going to do to her, and her heart sank when she realized that she was right. As a ponygirl, there were excepted manners of movement, even within the strict rules of ponygirl behavior. As Kyle hung the bulging clear bag full of sudsy liquid from a hook by her head, so that she could clearly see it, whether they bridled her or not, she pawed the ground and blew air through her lips loudly, and she shook all over. She knew that Aaron hated that, because it showed her true fear, but he didn’t seem like he was going to override the physician’s assistant, unfortunately.
Kyle hunkered down in front of her and took her chin in his hand. “Mandy, this is medicine for you that’s going to go up into your bottom to help clean you out. You might be getting more of these in the future, so please don’t hate me for them; they’re good for you, and they’re not meant to be a punishment although they can sometimes be uncomfortable to accept. There’ll be some cramping, I’m sure, and you’ll feel full soon because you’re so tiny and this is a good-sized, fairly irritating enema. But I want you to take it well for me, and for Aaron and Ted. We’ll help you through it as best we can.”
He stood, patting her head. “Why don’t you guys bridle her, so you’ll have the control of the bit in her mouth, but take off the blinders. I do like my girls to watch their bag of medicine collapsing as it goes into their bottoms – gives them a sense of accomplishment, I think, that they’re taking all of that stuff up inside them.”
Ted and Aaron agreed, and Mandy was put back into the bridle, with Aaron keeping a tight hold on the reins. “You might have better control from behind me,” Kyle suggested. “That way, she’ll have to arch her head back nice and that’ll make her arch her back which’ll make her receive her enema that much more readily, and Ted can get at those udders for me again. Maybe while it’s running into her we could see if we could pleasure her again? I’d be very interested to see if we can make her come while doing something she’s probably not going to like.”
Kyle showed her everything he was going to use on her – the clear tubing, the bag which had already been hung, and a bardex nozzle, to help her hold the solution once it was up inside her. The Bardex was interesting looking but she did not really believe that he was going to put it up inside her until she saw him doing exactly that in the mirror as Aaron stood behind him, holding her head back hard with the reins.
She could feel the folded yellow balloon being inserted up into her. It was moments like this that she most felt the constraints of her captivity. Now, she was pregnant and bound and helpless as a balloon was pressed into her bottom to forcefully deliver a large enema into her bowels that she would not be allowed to expel until whatever time they chose – that’s what the Bardex did – it wrenched control of her bowels from her, on top of everything else she’d lost control of since she’d been kidnapped and held here. Now she was going to give birth – not at her own behest, but because she’d been impregnated by a man who raped her at will – and she had grown to like it – to like all of it!
The tears started then, drenching Ted’s forearms as he hefted her breasts in his big hands.
“Here’s the click,” Kyle announced, and Mandy could feel the solution draining into her as she began to sob in earnest. Ted took to massaging her hard and firm, then Kyle rubbed both gloved hands in KY and set them on her clitty, using the same technique as before for a while, then pressing the fingers of one hand up into her pussy as he rubbed her, so that she was being filled in both holes at once. “When the cramps come, Mandy,” Kyle spoke to her as if he wasn’t rolling her clit between his thumb and forefinger and he didn’t have his hand up her cunt,
“breathe fast to get through them, like this,” he demonstrated what he wanted, but could feel her tense up anyway.
Despite the cramping, Kyle had her coming practically at will, although she was crying at the same time. “God, she is just magnificent, isn’t she?” he said as she hit orgasm number four during this horrible, embarrassing procedure. “Watch the bag get smaller, Mandy. All that good medicine’s going right up your butt where it belongs.”
The bag drained into her at a steady pace, and when it was empty, he rolled back the clamp. “Now, you hold it for fifteen minutes while we play.”
And they did. Ted and Kyle brought her off another three times as she was forced to hold her water until they decided to allow her to expel.
Mandy had thought that she had been ashamed before – but this experience brought that to new heights entirely.
Mandy’s experience in the foaling stables was unbelievable. Because she was in foal, and everyone around knew it even if she wasn’t showing yet, she could be bred to any man passing by. And she was. Her training schedule was more an exercise schedule now, and pretty gentle at that, but she could be and was still punished at any man’s will. Nearly every man that saw her, if he didn’t have a pony of his own with him, ordered her to “breed display”, and she found herself forced to copulate everywhere but the hallways, where Aaron banned it because of traffic flow. But he stood right there and got her into that position so that several big, brawny men could fondle her – it was still a requirement, even in a casual setting rather than at a breeding pen, that she be brought off before she was taken by any man – then mount and fuck her until they were through. So her usual four to six orgasms jumped to more like ten to twelve merely because she was in foal and had been moved to the breeding barn. There was barely a time when she wasn’t full of a groom’s cock, or a hand’s, or that she wasn’t in the process of being brought to ecstasy. Her time became a haze of sexual pleasure, because Ted and Aaron were still attending to her, also, as frequently as they wanted to, which was very frequent.
It took several weeks for the novelty to wear off, but even then, she was still stopped often in the paddock after her exercise and before Aaron put her out with the girls. Her popularity didn’t die down even though she became grossly swollen with her pregnancy, either, as a matter of fact, when her milk began to come in early, as the Stables wanted because they could sell the stuff and get good money for it, she became even more popular, everyone wanting a drink of the stuff, which they took without asking whenever they saw her, and which she, of course, had to endure without a sound or a movement of protest as they squeezed her breasts and remarked at the sweetness of her milk.
At first, Aaron had milked her himself, but that got to be too time consuming, so she was hooked up to the milking machine that drained her dry twice a day, morning and evening while she was being groomed. There really wasn’t a reason to massage her breasts any more – they would be kept producing milk until she was no longer being bred, some ten to fifteen years from now.
Mandy hated the machines, and Aaron and Ted both knew that, but they were a necessary evil. Now, when she was given her morning and evening pleasure, it was to the sounds of her own milk splashing rhythmically into huge metal pails – every morning and every evening, without fail – with one exception, just a week or so before she gave birth. Mandy was naughty and tried to refuse to service a groom that she had taken a disliking to – for whatever reason. Aaron was furious, putting her into the “breed display” position instantaneously, and apologizing to the man profusely throughout the whole thing, promising that she would be severely punished and that he should be sure to use her whenever he wanted her. But he didn’t want to spank her so close to her delivery date. So he settled for an insidious punishment that wouldn’t leave a mark on her body – he salted her lunch and her dinner, which made her thirsty, so she drank a lot more water than she usually did. That water went right to her udders in the form of milk.