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Giddy Up Buffy	By : saladied Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 29593 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Tara’s farm, the same day, a few hours later
“Owww!”
“Was that fifty-six or fifty-seven?” Tara mused to herself. The blonde witch wasn’t really expecting an intelligible answer from her present company.
“Ugghhiie,” Buffy’s cry wasn’t really a reply but it was all she could manage as yet another little pinprick of pain made her buck against her restraints.
“Oh well, doesn’t matter”, the witch said with a shrug before returning to the work at hand. “Now what was I saying? Oh yes... Willow is mine Buffy. I know what you’ve been up to, what your little plan is”
“Noohh pheeehhnn... Ouuhhh”
“Don’t lie Buffy. I’ve seen you trying to get closer to Will, always dragging her off at all hours to help with these so-called ‘slayer emergencies’. It's strange how these ‘emergencies’ always seem to happen when Willow told you that she and I were going to have a cosy night in,” Tara sneered.
“Eeeiii”
“Always trying to drive a wedge between us, weren’t you?”
“Nooohhh... ooowww”
“Yes! You’ve been a very naughty little slut, teasing Willow with those tight jeans of yours, always bending over and and shoving your boring ass in my sweetie’s face. I’ve seen the way you look at her sometimes. Tempted to turn to the sapphic side of life just to try it out, like it was some kind of college experiment? Not giving a damn about the consequences? Well, I won’t let you use her like that... and now that you’re our ponygirl you’ll never get a chance to try it on with her. I’ll make sure of that.”
“Unnffff...” Buffy whimpered and shook her head side to side, which only made the little bells hanging from the bridle tinkle irritatingly.
“You can’t hide it Buffy,” Tara snapped. “You have a very naughty cunny and you’re going to get punished on your cunt too!” The blonde witch gave Buffy’s freshly shaven pussy a firm spank.
“Unnghh”
“You’re our toy now, our slave. Willow will never be your girlfriend. I’m just eliminating the competition.”
Tara smirked as the writhing Buffy whimpered into her gag. Alone with her new pet Tara was finally able to unleash all her carefully concealed frustrations. With each yank of the tweezers the witch just felt her core heat up all the more. Each hair ceremoniously plucked from Buffy’s ass only seemed to fuel her sadistic jealous streak.
“Sixty!”
“Eeeihh” Buffy bit down hard on the bit in her mouth as another fine hair was pulled from her derriere. It had been nearly an hour since Tara had walked in on the slumbering slayer who, before her senses could realign, had ankle cuffs buckled in place held apart by a firm steel pole. As Buffy had jerked about on the floor, she was helpless as Tara slipped a threadbare rope around the pole and pulled hard. It ran through a pulley secured to the rafters and within moments Buffy found herself hauled upside down to dangle from the ceiling like a kinky piñata.
Enjoying the antics of her blonde pet Tara hummed away as she closely inspected the buttocks that she and her lover had found such joy in punishing that morning. But now the afternoon had rolled around and the devious and deviant witches couldn’t refrain from coming back to the dilapidated stable, both very eager to play with their new toy. By now Buffy’s slayer healing had kicked in, reducing the biting stings on her body courtesy of the swift crops born by Tara and Willow. But each hair torn from her soft skin still made her flinch for the minor pain coming from her butt was unceasing.
Tara’s twisted smile blossomed as she ran her fingers lightly over Buffy’s nipples making the trapped slayer shudder in revulsion.
“You know we weren’t expecting to get so hot and horny from treating you like this, that is such a delightful bonus. You’re a lovely girl.” Tara turned her feather-light touches into a sharp pinch of the exposed teats. “But we don’t want a girl, we want a pony and a pony has to learn obedience, to obey the words of its trainers. So Will and I are going to train you. I can promise you, it won’t be pleasant... not for you anyway, but for us it’ll be awesome!”
Buffy visibly trembled. She couldn’t believe the girl who knitted her a scarf as a birthday present was the same girl now plucking hairs from her naked body and revelling in the shame and pain she was causing.
Humming to herself and so caught up in her enjoyment Tara didn’t notice the top half of the stable door swing open where a freshly showered redhead stared at the scene.
Though the air was thick with Buffy’s garbled screams Willow only had eyes for her beloved Tara who bore a smile so genuine that it made the redhead’s spirit soar.
Willow had never seen Tara so at ease, so comfortable in herself than in this moment. Her hair catching the light lend her an almost angelic quality as she hummed to herself whilst plucking out the fine bristles from their new property. Willow didn’t want to disturb her beloved as she so looked so serene which juxtaposed wildly with Buffy. The slayer’s head hung mere inches from the ground, a small pool of drool collecting beneath her upturned figure. Tara had so many troubles of late that Willow hated to shatter the tranquility of the scene as it seemed the blonde witch had finally found her much-needed way of relaxing.
Willow’s eyes scanned the dangling Buffy who was dressed exactly as they had left her. Arms secured behind her back, the thick leather armbinder forcing Buffy’s forearms together. Thinking back to their first training session brought a warm and lustful smile to the redhead’s face. Eager to join her girlfriend Willow opened the door completely.
Startled by the unexpected noise Tara jumped a little making her clumsily yank out several hairs at once. “Oh Will...”
“Aiiiiigghhhmmpphh!” Buffy’s muffled squeals of anguish echoed around the flaking brick walls.
“Sorry baby, I didn’t want to disturb you. You looked so happy and content... what were you doing anyway?” Coming fully into the barn Willow put down a chalice of pungent cream and a monogrammed suitcase on one of the rickety old tables. She then went behind Tara to take in the show.
Tara accepted a peck on the nose from her girlfriend who was fast running out of clean dry panties. “Have a look. See how disgusting Buffy is? She’s like a pig.”
“Hmm, I guess those personal hygiene classes in school really were a waste of time.” Willow’s amusement grew as she fully realized the scope of her girlfriend’s new hobby. Seeing Buffy’s bald cunny so nicely splayed out she gave the slayer’s pussy a hard spank, unknowingly recreating her lover’s previous act.
“Mmeeehh” Buffy whined, the wide bit twisting her speech.
“You have a very naughty cunny Buffy and you’re going to...”
“Honey, I’ve already done that bit,” Tara said cut off her beloved and offered a wry wriggle of her perfectly sculpted eyebrows.
“Ok, fair enough.” Willow watched with baited breath as Buffy writhed and groaned in her tight bonds, yet Tara was relentless. The blonde witch seemed almost drunk with excitement as her hand darted back and forth between the twitching globes, pulling out her slave’s ass hair, one by one.
“A-aahh ohnn…”
Tara smirked as she blew the freshly plucked hairs from the end of her tweezers which she used with clinical precision before softly rubbing the skin from whence it came. She had swiftly found her rhythm, soothing the root until, twenty seconds later, plucking another hair as if this was a dermatologist’s version of Chinese water torture.
As Buffy whined and moaned into her thick gag Willow had to steady herself. The sounds of forced submission from the slayer combined with the giggling, care-free joy of Tara, struck a chord right inside the redhead’s panties. She loved seeing her girlfriend this happy and made a promise to herself to keep her this way, and that meant only one thing – heaping more humiliation and punishment on their new pet.
“Mmm, nice,” Willow purred as she gave a firm slap to Buffy’s shapely behind.
“Hope you didn’t mind me starting without you, baby.”
“Oh no, that’s ok Tar.” Taking a closer look Willow noticed some changes in Buffy’s costume. “So you put the posture collar on her.”
“Oh yes,” Tara said, “The other was just too flimsy. This one is much sturdier and strict. It holds her head rigid firm. Oh, I also tightened the armbinder. I think her elbows are now touching.” Tara’s voice was heavy with pride.
“Well, she’s the slayer, so she should be flexible enough. It sure looks lovely Tar.”
“Thanks honey,” Tara smiled back with crooked brows, a sure sign her mischievous side had come out to play. “But I wanted to make sure this disgusting little slut learned her lesson in personal hygiene.”
“Slut?”
“Ihhnn noohh aahh sluuhhh,” Buffy voiced angrily.
“Sure you are Buffy. You slept with Angel, which caused untold death and misery, and yet you seemed to think yourself the victim. Then you slept with that guy at college, on the first day you met him. Honestly Buffy, do you think Riley and the others slept with you because of your intellect? You might be mind numbingly boring in bed but you are still a dirty little slut.”
“Ouuchh” A firm slap on Buffy’s pussy signaled the end of Tara’s rant.
“All good points honey. But it wasn’t just the guys. I mean, how many times did she come back from slaying only to push her fingers up her pussy...”
“Cunt.”
“What?”
“Cunt,” Tara corrected. “We, her beautiful owners have beautiful pussies, but a slut like this has a cunt. A filthy...”
“Mmggh”
”... dirty...”
“Mmmggghh!”
“… disgusting...”
“MMPPPPPHHH!!”
”... cunt!” Each of Tara’s words was punctuated with a vicious yanking of Buffy’s ass hair.
“Oh right, of course.” Willow felt her lower lips pulse with the power that Tara’s words carried. “As I was saying, Buffy would come back to our dorm room, and stick her fingers deep in her cunt and wiggle about on the bed until she came. She probably thought I was asleep but this one time she did it two or three times in a row... and she knew I had a big test the next day!”
“You should’ve pulled her over your lap and spanked her ass until she begged for mercy!”
Buffy blushed deep red as she had never felt so degraded and vulnerable, but as she dangled helplessly from the ceiling, she wondered just what else Willow had seen her do in their dorm room. She glared with hate filled eyes at the witches but from her vantage point all she could see was an inverted image of their knees bordered by the cut of the glistening leather boots.
“Here baby, let me help you.” Willow leant over and dug her fingernails deep into Buffy’s ass cheeks and wrenched them apart so they could both get a good look at the hole which Tara was finding such joy in abusing. “Mmm, her ass cheeks are just lovely, firm but still soft, truly perfect.”
“God, look at that, she’s missed hundreds of hairs,” Tara scoffed as she peeked down the narrow chasm. With the peaches pulled wide open she could now concentrate on teaching their ponygirl a lesson.
With Buffy’s inverted sweaty body now sandwiched between the two horny witches they both had a prime view of the puckering hole, each of its clenches tuned to Tara’s pluck of the tweezers.
“He-he, bet that stings,” Willow giggled seeing the butthole twitch. “You know, I did bring the depilatory cream down with me.”
“I know.”
“Or we could’ve used magic.”
“I know that too baby, but this way is much more fun,” Tara smiled with dancing eyes, “We’ll use the cream later. A proper ponygirl should be hairless from the eyebrows down.”
“True, but we’ve got plenty of time for that. Once we’ve got this filthy ass and dirty cunt sorted she’s going to be such a pretty, a real dream pony…”
“Once we’ve tamed and trained her that is,” Tara cut in.
“Of course. Hygiene and appearance are important for a pony, Buffy. You won’t make us any money if you don’t look your best,” Willow laughed as she looked over at her love who just stared on at Buffy’s slit.
“I know you won’t like this for a while Buffy,” Tara said stroking the now hairless slit of their pony whose entire body shuddered with repulsion as a fingertip slipped inside. “But soon you’ll learn to obey our words and beg us to toy with your cunt.”
Buffy’s groans and sobs, muffled by the wide leather covered bit between her teeth, only seemed to excite the witches further and stoke their clitoral furnaces.
“You know... I think it’s time we got her ready,” Tara said as she licked her finger and tickled the puckering butthole. “We can finish off the plucking later.”
“Ladies first, my love,” Willow chuckled as she let her girlfriend slide her moist index finger past the raw cheeks and into the awaiting cove.
“Eeegghhiiii!” Buffy squeaked and jerked in her bonds, her hips flexed and tried to draw away but that old devil gravity was having its wicked way with her and so she couldn’t pull away from the intruding digit.
“Deeper you say? Very well, you asked for it,” Tara said with a wink to her girlfriend. Purposefully misinterpreting the garbled words of Buffy she pushed in her finger up to the hilt.
Buffy’s accusing eyes snapped wide open, but her screamed protests meant little as she received the first anal sex of her life. Her rectal walls were pushed apart as her hole clenched in tight around the plunging digit which pumped in and out.
“How does it feel Buffy? Having your ass fingered by your owner, hmmm?” Tara cooed. “Awww, do you like that, horsie?”
“Mmuuiiggh... eigghgh...,” Buffy mewled as she felt a second finger plunge into her warm nook which had never been plundered until now.
“Quiet girl!” Tara used her free hand to pinch Buffy’s nipple harshly, even giving it a little twist to make the pony writhe in her suspension. “And stop clenching shut. Slutty mares like it in the back door... damn Will, she’s really tight.”
“Of course sweetie, remember her slayer powers. I always suspected something like that, you see...”
“H-heejjj... ohn oo isshh ah eeee.” Tears slipped from Buffy’s eyes to run to her eyebrows from her inverted position.
“What?”
“I think she said ‘please don’t do this to me’ or something like that.” In answer Willow wrenched the slayer’s ass cheeks further apart. “We have to do this Buffy... or how else will your butthole get wide enough for your tail. Have you seen the size of that thing?”
“No, she hasn’t yet. I think she’ll feel it before she sees it though.” Tara continued to push her fingers in up to the hilt, twirling them around, pumping them in and out forcing the tight hole wider. “Hmm, I can’t feel any turds up there but I still think we need to clean her out.”
“Sure... er... you know Tar...,” Willow said breathlessly as she felt the slickness in her panties.
“Not now Will, believe me I want nothing more than to take you over to that haystack and fuck you until you scream my name in seven different languages but if we drop our pants every time we get horny we’re never going to get anything done.”
“Oh...,” Willow replied with sad disappointed eyes before shaking them clear. “Yes, you’re right. Sorry baby.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about, just think... we could have sex right now and it’d be great... but can you imagine what it’s going to be like once we finish today’s training?”
The redhead felt her pulse quicken, “Then we best get on with it then.”
“Ohhh...,” Buffy sighed in relief as Tara pulled her fingers free. She was so glad that she didn’t even protest as the witch wiped them clean in her hair.
“Willow? Can you grab the... that’s it.”
“Eiiigghhh!!” The slayer screamed as she felt a thick tube being forced into her virginal anus accompanied by a spurt of warm oily liquid passing deep into her bowels.
“Shhh, horsie.” Tara watched Willow squeeze the bulging hot water bottle so its contents continued its sloshing path into the slayer’s backhole. “Do you want to be a filthy slut? No, our pony is going to be pretty inside and outside so that’s why we need a good enema in you.”
Buffy’s eyes clenched shut as she felt her belly rumble and swell as the warm oily water filled her. She whimpered and wept with shame as her debasement seemed to have no end. Every instance which cost Buffy another sliver of her soul only seemed to arouse the two witches even more.
“How much?”
“About three pints should do,” Tara replied as she readied the plug. “After a while of that slurping around in her tummy Buffy will be begging for release and be good as gold otherwise... well, wash, lather and repeat.”
Willow giggled as she gave the tube a last squeeze, filling Buffy’s bowels to the point of bursting.
“Finished?”
“Yep.” The redhead watched Tara position the rounded tip of the plug to Buffy’s clenching hole.
“And... there we go.”
“Mmuuiiihhh!” Buffy snorted as she felt her tight hole being bunged up by a thick shaft of molded rubber. It was about two and a half inches wide, and six and a half inches tall, like a can of Red Bull, tapering in sharply at the end so her hole could clench in at the base and hold it tightly in place.
“Awww, isn’t she pretty. What a pretty ponygirl you are, Buffy,” Tara cooed as she moved the lengths of woven hair to one side. “Do you like your new tail?”
“Aaiighh... ugh… guh...” Feeling her anus stretch to unfathomable degrees Buffy could do nothing but weep.
“Shh, everything will be okay. Every good pony needs a tail Buffy, so you best get used to that feeling... Will, can you grab her shoulders?”
“Sure.”
Tara unhooked the rope and let the sobbing aching slayer down to the floor to lie on her back.
“Now listen, we’re going to go and... listen slut!” Annoyed Tara picked up the crop and smacked the slayer on the nipples and thighs, making the petite blonde snort in pained anger. Fed up and just wanting to end this nightmare Buffy tried to kick the witch away.
Seeing Tara jump out of the way did nothing but enrage Willow. “How dare you Buffy!” Wanting to nip this revolution in the bud the redhead grabbed Buffy by the bridle and hauled her to her shaky feet. The metallic clip-clopping ringing out as she fought to find her balance, for the metal pole was still attached to her ankle cuffs, thus keeping her legs wide apart. “You naughty horsie!”
Having recovered from the shock Tara added, “I think you’ve earned a dozen strikes you bad filly.”
Tara let her crop fly, its tip smacked sharply into Buffy’s pussy with the satisfying sound of leather on flesh.
“Aiigghhh...” Buffy screamed as another and another swat from the keeper stung her slit. She tried to back away but Willow kept a firm hold of her bridle, keeping her from fleeing to the shadows of the stable.
“We were going to let you have a little respite to let you get used to your tail but not now. You brought this on yourself, horsie!”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Buffy wailed and wobbled in her hoof boots but she couldn’t stop the relentless attack of the angled leather. With each hit her cunt throbbed painfully and she felt her resolve slipping a little more.
“Now... you have a chance to redeem yourself... give me a nice neigh... or do you want the full dozen?” Her face a mask of determination Tara pressed the tip of her crop into the agonized skin of Buffy’s aching sex.
“We’re waiting, Buffy!” Willow was really furious, how dare their pet try and hurt her beloved Tara.
“N-n-n...”
“Oh well, I guess you do need the full dozen then.” Pulling her arm back high Tara aimed her crop back perfectly.
“N-n-neeiigghhhh!” Her pussy brimming with pain Buffy gave in and did her best horse imitation. The shameful act fuel to her sorrow and anger.
“That’s better. Now the neigh is important... but try a whinnie... come on, I’m losing patience with you slut!”
“B-b-brrreeiighhhh!” Buffy’s tears had dried up for she had no more to shed. The pain in her pussy was enough to break her but the swirling ache in her belly and ass was beginning to take precedence.
Taking over from her lover Willow said, “Hmmm, not bad. Now try the nicker... it’s like the snorty thing horsies do... try it, Buff.”
Getting impatient Willow grabbed a nipple, wrenching it harshly. “If you do, we’ll take the spreader bar from between your legs so you can give them a bit of a stretch.”
Buffy swallowed her bile and did her best impression of an equine snort.
“You’ll get to know when to make these sounds, it’ll soon become second nature to you once your broken,” Tara grinned as she saw the discomfort grow on Buffy’s blushing face. “What’s wrong pony? Is your botty all full and painful?”
Unsure as to what her proper response should be Buffy chose the safe way. “N-n-neiighhh”
Pleased by their pet’s answer Tara said, “Very good, we’ll help you out if you’re a good horsie... but if you dare try and kick me again I’ll leave that plug in all night and whip that disgusting cunt of yours until it looks like mincemeat... understand?”
Hearing this Buffy was most enthusiastic in her reply. “B-b-breeiighhheiighh”
Willow kept a firm hold of the slayer’s collar and harness as Tara quickly unclipped the pole between Buffy’s legs. She stepped back as fast as she could, just in case their horsie had any clever ideas about resistance.
“You know, in our research I found out that to calm a horse down you grab it by the upper lip and give it a good pull, and to rev it up again you stick some ginger root up its butt,” Willow mused.
“Really? Won’t the ginger burn like hell?”
Willow shrugged, “Only one way to find out.”
Tara smiled, making a note to add it to their ever-growing shopping list.
Willow let go of the bridle and allowed Buffy to stand on her own. “Now toss your head, come on your collar isn’t that stiff. Come on Buff.”
The slayer gulped away the pain in her pussy and water-filled ass and did as told. To start she threw her head back as far as the collar allowed, which wasn’t really all that much. For the end, she did a quick sideward motion. All this moving around of her head had the little bells tinkling again. Weakened by her ordeal this small motion almost threw herself off balance and she had to step back to keep her balance, only to have the hoof boots sing with their deeply embarrassing metallic clomping sound.
“Not bad, try swishing your tail. The movement is in your hips... try it girl,” Willow said encouragingly as she felt her panties soaking through. “You know Buffy, disobedience implicates punishment.”
Buffy didn’t think her blush could intensify anymore but her face soon glowed with a shade of red not found in nature as she wiggled her ass and slung her hips side to side in a very exaggerated manner.
“Hhnnggiii,” Buffy grunted as the swishing of her tail only made its enormous girth rub agonizingly along her tight rectal walls. Adding the enema that was gurgling in her bowels to the mix nearly had her double over as the sensation had grown from ‘discomfort’ to ‘rather painful’ and finally to ‘fuck me, this hurts so much!’
“Come on... keep going Buff... toss that head and swish that tail... walk around in little circles so you get it to sync with your gait,” Tara ordered. She smacked her crop into Buffy’s prone ass a couple of times to encourage the slayer to move round.
Clip-clop-clip-clop.
“T-Tara…” Seeing Buffy debase herself Willow felt her pulse reach dangerous levels. She never knew arousal could reach such dizzying heights. “I-I’m gonna explode in a minute.”
“Just keep calm and breath, honey.” The blonde witch’s voice was rather strained as she was feeling the siphoning of her femme crème into her underwear too.
“Ok,” the redhead said. Willow bit her lip, trying to focus on the fun of training, though her eyes were dilating a little. “Don’t forget the head bobbing, Buffy. Exaggerate it a bit... come on, you’ve seen ‘Black Beauty’... you know what to do.”
“Bet that enema is starting to hurt now, right?” Tara asked their pet.
“N-neigghhh,” Buffy whinnied. In a plea for mercy she did her best expression of pony. Swallowing her pride the slayer launched her neck back and forth, adding an over-the-top head bob in hope for some compassion.
“So if we let you go potty... you’ll be a good ponygirl?”
“Brreiighhhiighh” Buffy’s whinny sounded pretty desperate. She really wanted to have the water out of her intestines.
“You want us to take out your tail so you can...”
“N-neiighhh... neeighhh!” Buffy nodded fervently as she swished her hips widely, despite the pain and churning of her brown butter.
“Now that’s no way to beg your owners is it?” Recalling the next stage in the training manual she had researched Willow said, “Stomp you hoof once for ‘Yes Mistress’ and twice for ‘No Mistress’. Understand horsie?”
Buffy tried to find her defiance, but her innards were in agony. Feeling the beads of sweat cascade down her body she only paused for a moment before finally raising one leg. Gazing shamefaced at her two tormentors she brought it down with a delicious sounding clop on the stable floor, a note which seemed to make the witches pussy’s thrum even more.
“So you’re saying you want me to be Mistress Willow then? That you want to be owned and trained by me and Mistress Tara?” the redhead singsonged as she casually inspected her crop.
Silence.
Silence.
Then a painful groan and a flush of the face before…
Clomp!
Buffy’s angry stomp of utter shame made the witches laugh even harder.
“And you Buffy, you want to be our ponygirl who will obey Mistress Tara and Mistress Willow?” Tara added feeling her clit doing a little rhumba.
“N-n-neigh” ‘Clomp!’
Buffy whimpered. Shuffling in her heavy hoof boots she found a fresh batch of tears to shed for her stomach was so bloated and agonizing that in this moment she would agree to anything to rid herself of the pain.
“Then we accept,” Tara said with a firm nod as she turned around for a moment to covertly switch tapes on the camcorder which, unknown to Buffy, has been running the whole time. But there was no need for secrecy for their pet was otherwise occupied.
‘Clip-clop-clippity-clop’
“Ok, I think you’re a little confused here,” Willow smirked as Buffy began to hop from hoof to hoof, desperate for her bowels to be emptied. “Either she’s tapping out morse code or Buffy really needs to go poop.”
“NEEIIGHHHH!!!!” Buffy screamed. Desperate for relief the slayer threw in a head toss and a painful tail swish too.
“Right then... Will, can you get the...”
“Yep,” the redhead whistled casually as she opened the forgotten-about suitcase and emptied the contents all over the floor, kicking the collection of satin blouses and expensive looking dresses about the place.
“See Buffy, aren’t we nice to you. We thought you might want your clothes back, what you do with them is up to you,” Tara said with a childish tone making Buffy’s eyes blaze up, ”Now bend over.”
“Mmmiighh!”
“Do you want this tail out so you can go poop or not? ‘Cos we’re quite happy to leave you like that, no skin off my nose,” Tara shrugged, “So does my pony want Mistress Tara to take her tail out?”
Buffy’s teeth gnawed into her bit as she felt her self-respect fracture a little more, but as much as she wanted to head-butt the giggling witches the pain inside was too much to bear.
Clomp!
“Good girl, now bend over,” Willow said. The redhead struggled to keep her ardor in check as she watched the wincing whining slayer pivot at the waist and offer up her bulging ass to her superiors. “Legs a little further apart.”
Stepping closer Tara elegantly wrapped her fingers around the base of the plug. Smiling at her lover she gave it one or two teasing pulls. With each slow movement Buffy’s hole stretched wider, a fact which made Willow’s eyes sparkle to the point of illuminating the whole stable.
“Aaaannd... there,” the blonde witch chuckled as she pulled the tail plug out with one forceful tug, just loving how the slayer winced.
“Unnnghhh,” Buffy sighed, relieved to have her ass free again.
The two witches stepped back quickly and let their property back to its wobbly feet. Silence descended on them, except for the wet gurgling coming from Buffy’s bloated stomach.
“Now what?” Willow whispered as Tara checked the instructions on the enema kit.
“We wait.”
“How long?”
“By the sounds of it... not long.”
As Buffy clipped and clopped from one hoof to the next she tried to will her need away but within a minute the slayer’s ass could act as a dam no more. The sheer force of the pints of warm oily liquid pushed her hole open to explode like a firework made from manure all over the spread out clothes. Long squeaking farts accompanied the spattering of sloppy brown waste as Buffy hopped from one heavy foot to the other hoping that the horrid sensations would soon pass. But as she teetered about, her titties bouncing wildly, her legs were smeared with long streaks of liquefied shit and indescribable smells filled the stodgy air.
“Tut-tut Buffy,” Willow said teasingly as looked at the enema waste splattered all over Buffy’s overpriced skirts and fashionable tops. “Even an animal knows to go in the corner!”
“A dumb animal goes in the corner Will, I guess that makes Buffy even lower than a mindless beast,” Tara smiled whilst holding her nose at the unholy smell. “Dammit Will, she stinks... i-is it supposed to smell that bad?”
Willow coughed, “I don’t know, the label on the bottle didn’t describe that bit.”
Once again aware of her surroundings Buffy groaned in misery as she looked down to see her entire wardrobe, the clothes she had picked and bought specifically for this journey, now wrecked. A mass of satin and rayon lying in a vast pool of enema waste, some items even still had the price tags attached. Buffy shivered as she despaired. What was to come next. Surely they wouldn’t make her wear them... would they?
Coughing the blonde witch stepped out into the courtyard, “Oh sweet Minerva, I need some air.”
“I think we all do.” The squinting redhead took the reins and clipped them to Buffy’s bridle ignoring the long gasps and wheezes rattling from the slayer. “Walk on girl... Buffy? Have you forgotten yesterday’s training already?”
“Maybe she enjoyed it even more than we did, and wants to start all over again?” Tara said as she twirled the riding crop in her supple nimble fingers, thankful to be outside and breathing the fresh air.
Buffy whimpered and tried to get some feeling back in her jaw which had been wrenched open and forced into such a wide position for countless hours now. Seeing the menacing looks twinkling in the witches' eyes the slayer raised her head back and lifted a leg. Thrusting her titties out she clomped each hoof down in disdain and misery as she followed Willow’s pull of the reins, resigned but thankful to escape the foul aromas of the stable.
‘Clip-clop-clip-clop’
The metallic hooves echoed around the surrounding brick walls, the tinkling of the bells in perfect synchronicity with the witches giggles as they lead Buffy around in a wide circle twice more, letting the cool air rush over the slayers aching skin.
“Halt!” Tara called out. Buffy, though a little hesitant, came to a stop.
“Hmm, I think that needs a little work. They’d dock her a couple of points at least for that,” Willow mused as she looped the reins around the steel pole in the center of the courtyard. Joining her waiting lover both witches retreated to another empty shed.
Buffy stood still, her sorrow still plaguing her but as she noticed her solitude she bit into her gag and willed herself to try and think straight. Buffy’s eyes scanned the courtyard. The walls were high and only three doors were visible except for the one to the filthy stable. One led to the shed where the two witches laughed and plotted, one to the main house and the third was unknown. Judging by the expanse of trees behind the slightly ajar door, the slayer reasoned that bursting through it would mean one thing – freedom! Buffy’s heart fluttered in dread as the two witches came back.
“Oakie-doakie. Let’s get you cleaned up, horsie,” Willow said in an annoyingly chipper voice. The redhead now held a long broom bearing hard bristles. Meanwhile Tara attached a long hose to the outside tap bronzed in growing rust.
Buffy’s eyes shot open, her eyebrows jerking up towards her hairline as a stream of water began to flow from the end of the hose which had one or two holes in it. Tara stepped closer and twisted the nozzle making the trickle morph into a jet, her hand slipped into the torrent of water and shook her fingers away.
“Ooh, that’s damn cold,” Tara smirked before turning to her beloved. “Ready?”
“Oh yes,” Willow grinned as her pussy pulsated and wept a little more.
“Uuigghhmmmmm!” Buffy screamed as the icy stream sprayed all over her. She hopped from foot to foot and tugged desperately on her binds. But the reins were only short and there was no way to flee.
“Hold still, Buffy,” Willow admonished as she used the springy bristles of the old broom to scrub the slayer clean. The redhead rubbed along the slayer’s legs and breasts making Buffy duck and squirm as she tried in vain to maneuver away from the fierce scratching.
The cold water drenched Buffy from hoof to bridle. Though she was happy to wash the sweat and shit off her skin she still cowered from the icy spray and the broom which scrubbed every inch of her skin, even rubbing harshly over her already sore cunt.
“That’s enough for now Will,” Tara said as she turned the hose off whilst her girlfriend tossed the rough ended broom to one side.
“Fair enough, best dry her off though,” the redhead said. Untying the thick leather reins she gave them a tug and clicked her tongue, “Walk on girl!”
The icy water dripped behind Buffy, leaving a trail on the dry courtyard, as she stomped along. But once she spied the course she was to take the slayer dug her hooves into the concrete, giving out a very loud clang from her metal shoed boots.
“What now?” Sighing Willow turned around as Buffy pulled and tried to move away. The slayer had no desire to head back towards the stable.
“Bad filly! You naughty slutty pony, Buffy!” Tara snapped as she smacked the slayer’s bare pussy and pinched her clit hard.
“Eeiuughhh,” the bound blonde squeaked as she hopped on one hoof while being dragged towards her new home whose foul stench was already stinging her nostrils. No matter how hard she pulled the two witches were determined and soon had Buffy back in the confines of the stable.
“You really don’t get it do you, Buffy? Discipline is discipline and we can’t let your provocation go unpunished!” Tara sharply smacked both of Buffy’s nipples as she held the thick unforgiving collar firmly.
Willow used the time of Buffy's distraction to loop a length of rope through the ring at the end of the armbinder. Connecting it to the pulley she gave it a sharp yank. Buffy’s arms shot up behind her, forcing her to pivot at the waist leaving her aching anus prone once more as she could hear the secretive muttering of her tormentors while dripping drops of water.
“Ah, there they are,” Willow said as she picked up a few items of her pony’s old clothes that she’d stashed to one side.
The witches took their time drying Buffy off, waving each lace bra and each stocking in front of Buffy’s face before wiping the cold water from her skin, letting each wet garment drop to the smelly sloppy floor.
“Buffy, this is your favorite dress isn’t it?” Willow asked as she walked to the back of the stable and returned with a hanger bearing a shapely black number guaranteed to turn heads. “Bummer for you.”
Smiling wickedly Willow handed it to Tara who crouched before Buffy’s blushing face. The blonde witch made an elaborate performance of using the dress to wipe the tail plug clean leaving long brown smears all over it before dropping it to the floor in front of the slayer's bowed head.
“Now hold still, horsie,” Willow said.
Buffy felt drained and mortified as the dull pain of the tail plug being reinserted flourished and swept through her body, gathering momentum until her anus felt like it was being split in two.
“Nnngghh!!” the slayer snorted through teeth tightly gripping the bit in her mouth. Finally, the plug was all in and she felt the tendrils of woven hair hung down from her abused hole to tap against the backs of her thighs.
“I think we’ll leave her like this for a while, get used to the feel of the tail and hooves together,” Tara said feeling the warmth of her crotch escalating once more. “You know, I thought Buffy would’ve been better behaved than this.”
“Yeah, me too... but still,” Willow sighed as she almost reluctantly fetched the cane, but knowing how wet her girlfriend was at this moment was all the motivation she needed for her arm to swing back, determined to enjoy punishing her naughty little horsie.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
The thin cane sliced through the air before connecting sharply with the prone buttocks of Buffy. The slayer screamed and bucked with each of the dozen strikes that lashed into her ass.
With her face pointed towards the floor all Buffy could see were her dirty stockings and her favorite dressed ruined, the foul smells wisping up to fill her nostrils. As the pain from the cane ricocheted through her body her eyes flashed with the fiery defiance she had been famous for as the slayer. Each time she jerked at the stinging it seemed that her soul was grasping to reclaim her self-respect.
Buffy’s weeping dried up for she knew this wasn’t going to end anytime soon, she’d had enough and her self-pity was tossed aside as she willed her anger to spark back into life. Wallowing in sorrow wouldn’t end her torment, a clear, rational mind and a burst of violence were the only routes to her salvation.
“I think that’ll do for now Will,” Tara breathed lustily. “We can do the rest later.”
“Oh goddess, yes... The depilatory cream will be even more potent then... it’s for the best...,” Willow stopped as her eyes glazed over as lust coursed through her body.
“Will... honey... I need you... now!”
“See you in bed in five minutes?” the redhead grinned back as she tossed the cane to one side and took her lover’s hand leading her away. Locking the stable door as they went, knowing that soon they would be in each-other’s arms making the kind of rocket fuelled sex they only ever read about online.
“Make that three,” Tara said in dark and husky tones as they raced across the concrete courtyard.
As they kicked the door of the farmhouse open their tongues and lips sung in silent rhapsodies of eroticism, their clothes nearly torn off as they staggered towards their bedroom.
“God, I love you Tar. I’m just amazed you’ve gotten used to saying ‘cunt’ out loud so quickly,” Willow wheezed as she nibbled on her girlfriends ear. “Y-you know, if we keep this up Buffy will be broken really soon.”
“Nah, where’s the fun in that? I like having reluctant, hissy-fit Buffy trying to fight back. It’s funny,” Tara grinned as her hand slid down the redhead’s tight jodhpurs making her purr.
“That’s true... mmmmmm, oh yes... right there... oohhh, fuck me,” Willow gasped as her back slammed into the wall, it seems they wouldn’t last until the bedroom. “H-having Buffy like this... it’s making me so horny and... jeeeezzzz... w-why didn’t we do it sooner?”
“Do you think she saw the side-gate open? Do you think she’ll be tempted?”
“Oh yeah,” Willow grinned mischievously. “Definitely.”
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