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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 next day
SMACK!
“Mmmmmphhh!" Torn from sleep Buffy screamed. Blinking blearily the slayer tried to bolt upright, only to be stopped by her restraints. In her haste, she’d forgotten the armbinder and spreader bar still adorning her naked body.
SMACK!
“Unngh!”
Grinning widely Tara pressed the tip of her crop against Buffy’s upturned ass, ready to unleash another hit. ”Wake up you dirty slut!” she shouted.
“Come on Buffy, open your eyes and look at the mess you made!” Smirking Willow joined her girlfriend in insulting their pet. They figured all the verbal jabs would prevent Buffy from thinking straight. And it was fun too.
Disoriented it took Buffy a few seconds to put everything together, most importantly that she was restrained and gagged and under the mercy of her two friends. Her whole body ached for being in this position for so long. ‘How long was I out for?’ she pondered.
SMACK! “Willow gave you a command slut, so you better listen.”
Groaning Buffy turned her head as much her collar would allow towards the floor. Spying the puddle of urine between her spread legs the slayer blushed with shame. Sometime during the night she must have peed. Her once beautiful clothes were beyond salvation now. Not only were they covered with enema waste but with urine too. Her nostrils burned with the disgusting smell.
“He-he” Buffy’s shame had the witches laughing. The stench had to be horrible but then they had nothing to worry about. Being constantly horny they had energy to burn, sex magic was really potent, and they'd cast a little air-freshening charm on themselves.
Tara purred in satisfaction as she strutted around Buffy who dangled helplessly from the rafters in the stable. Seeing the slayer so helpless gave the blonde witch a pleasant tingle. Tara especially liked that there was no unruly hair left, the blonde girl was totally smooth from the neck down. The depilatory cream had done wonders. “Looking good girl,” Tara praised, “No more nasty hair for you Buffy.”
Buffy whimpered as she remembered how they’d rubbed the smelly cream all over her body, smothering every inch of her skin below her neck. The feeling of every tiny hair burning out from the roots. Through her cries the cream had flaked right off her writhing body, only to then disappear, the whole process a silent testament to Willow’s magical power.
“I’m afraid it might even be permanent,” Tara continued with mock sympathy.
“Fuughhh yuuhhhh”
Buffy’s whole body shook with outrage. Although racked with fatigue, her senses assaulted by her fetid enema waste and pee she clenched her fingers and knew she had to bide her time. Once she was free, it was payback time.
“Tsk, tsk, bad pony,” Willow chided and let her crop fly.
SMACK!
“Argghh”
Although she enjoyed every second of their pet’s dance Tara wanted to get on with the show. “You’re probably quite hungry, aren’t you horsie?” she asked.
“Yeeshh”
Not satisfied with Buffy’s answer the redhead let her riding crop smack into the slayer’s already pink tinged butt cheeks. “You’re not human anymore. Now listen to Mistress Tara you naughty little filly” she spat.
“Are you hungry?” Tara asked again.
Blushing pink with shame Buffy answered in the only way she knew wouldn’t incur more punishment.
‘Clomp’
“So will you behave for your owners?”
‘Clomp’
As the steel of the horseshoe echoed through the dilapidated stable the two witches, in near perfect synchronicity, felt their pussies pulsate with promise.
“Awww, looks like she’s learned her lesson, Will. You are going to be good little ponygirl for Mistress aren’t you?” Tara smiled as she fluffed at the bow of her sleek satin blouse for, even though it was from Goodwill, she wanted to get the whole ambience of being a horse trainer and hence looked smart and sexy in equal measures.
“Now Buffy, we’re going to be very kind and give you something to eat, after all, you need to keep your strength up...”
Stepping closer Willow unfastened the ropes yanking the slayer’s arms up behind her. Keeping her grip firm she pushed the tottering girl away from the mess on the floor.
“Kneel!” the redhead commanded.
Buffy slumped to the floor, thankful to take the strain off her aching calf muscles which the heavy angled hoof boots were swiftly caressing into firm limbs. As she knelt she tried to take a moment and work the kinks out of her pained shoulders but Willow was quick and motivated. Using a small chain the redhead clipped the loop at the end of the armbinder to the spreader bar still keeping Buffy's feet apart, leaving her confined once again.
“Just so you don’t do anything silly,” Willow excused, though having the slayer so bound, at her mercy and at the level of her crotch made her pussy simmer and flinch.
“Now you do want something to eat don’t you?” Tara took a bite of a Snickers bar, chewing as if she were near orgasmic which only made Buffy drool all the more as her hunger rattled around her ribs cinched in tightly by the steel boned latex corset. “Don’t you?”
“N-n-neiighhhh,” Buffy replied enthusiastically. Hoping to rid herself of the damnable ache in her belly which was emptied by the violent purge of the enema she added a faint impression of a head toss.
“Now be a good horsie for Mistress Willow,” the redhead smirked. Feeling her skin tingle at referring to herself with such a dominant moniker she removed the tiny plug from the center of the bit lodged between Buffy’s teeth and slipped a straw through the hole.
“If you decline your din-dins then you’ll get nothing, understand horsie?” Tara’s fingertips idly toyed with the bells swinging gently on the simpering woman’s harness.
“N-neiigghh... brriigghhh,” Buffy whimpered in her best equine impression, though inside she felt the bitter shame ripple through every nerve ending.
“So, apple and cranberry or spinach and broccoli?” Tara held up the pots of liquefied baby food, to which Buffy’s face flushed and her tired eyes sprang open.
“Well she hates spinach, broccoli too,” Willow said.
“Perfect,” Tara replied. Smiling she put the apple down and opened the jar of two of Buffy’s most hated foods.
“Now you have to suck hard,” the blonde witch said as she guided the end of the straw into the jar and smirked.
Buffy merely snorted in reply, not one borne of an effort to replicate the nicker of a well-behaved pony, but it was all she could do to try and verbalize her disgust and hatred of the duo. Feeling the straw enter her mouth she slurped the mush into her mouth and swallowed it down. Though it was vile enough for the slayer to have her ire rise all the more, the feeling of having food slide down her gullet once more was enough to make her sigh with mild pleasure.
“Enjoying that horsie?”
“Mmmm,” Buffy murmured as the jar finished coating her tongue in horrid flavors.
“Nuh-uh-uh,” Wagging her finger Willow took the jar away. “Enjoying that... horsie?”
Buffy’s was positive that all these hours with the leather-lined steel bit padlocked in place had given her lockjaw to leave her with a permanent gaping maw. Still hungry her eyes didn’t leave the jar of cranberry and apple waving in front of her face and so swallowed her bitter words and hatred knowing the answer to come. She gulped once more knowing that a single word would result in her going hungry.
“B-brrreeiighhhh,” Buffy whinnied as the witches let out their twin cackles of joy.
“Good girl,” the redhead chuckled as she popped the end of the straw into the other jar. “Don’t worry, it has all the goodness and vitamins to keep you healthy. It’ll give you nice skin, good strong teeth and…”
“…. a nice glossy coat?” Tara smirked making her beloved laugh.
As Buffy blushed intensely, she couldn’t deny the satisfaction of having her stomach lined once more. Although the food was meager and sloppy it made her feel slightly less bestial, anything was better than nothing at the moment. For the slayer reasoned that she would need all the strength she could muster if she was going to be able to fulfill her plan.
“Here, try this.” Tara wiped off the end of the straw and placed it in a small dish. “Go on horsie, eat it all up. You need some roughage in your diet too so we mashed up some oats for you.”
Buffy’s eyes narrowed, but she did like a little porridge on those mild winter mornings and so slumped her head forward into the dish and slurped away. Her tongue curled in disgust as the flavors washed through her mouth, but Tara held her bridle tight and she had no choice but to suck up the mush before her.
“See Tar, I knew she was going to behave. In no time she’ll be perfectly trained,” Willow said with a smile as she ran a hand over Buffy’s sweat laden locks. “Then eventually she’ll be able to eat from her feeding bucket and drink from her trough.”
Buffy’s eyes snapped open, but seeing the pair of riding crops in easy reach she simply slumped her head forward and continued to suck up the oats. She could taste little of flavor but food was food and once she had found her way back to Sunndyale Buffy promised to make these bitches pay heavily for their degrading treatment of her.
“What a good ponygirl you’re going to be Buffy,” Tara hummed, taking away the now empty dish. “I’m so glad you’ve come to your senses and seen that obedience is the key.”
“N-n-neeeiigghhhh,” Buffy said softly as her tongue ran over her teeth trying to wipe away the vile taste.
“Oh, we should probably tell you that we mashed some vitamin pills and things in with your oats,” Tara said with a duplicitous smile. “And of course a pile of dry oats wouldn’t work so we needed something a little more mushy so we stuck it in the blender... with a little dog food.”
Before Buffy could spit out her venom in a trail of garbled words she felt the redhead grab her top lip and wrench it up.
“Oh, it does work then,” Willow said with glee as she stuck a toothbrush bearing a blob of Colgate across Buffy’s upper teeth sweeping away all the plaque and little bits of food still clinging.
“We want our pony to have gleaming white teeth, a nice pair of gnashers could add an extra point or two,” Tara nodded as she let her fingers run through Buffy’s hair and pulled out the knots and clumps, though with her head harness in the way it wasn’t easy. “A pretty mane wouldn’t hurt either.”
“That’s true,” the redhead replied as she swished the toothbrush across Buffy’s lower teeth. She then placed the straw into a bottle of water. Being thirsty the slayer drank long and hard. Once the bottle was empty Willow pulled the straw out and shut the bit’s tiny hole.
“Now stand pony,” Tara said firmly as she removed the lock pinning the armbinder to the spreader bar and helped the crestfallen slayer to her shaky knees.
Buffy snorted in contempt, but with her arms and legs bound she could do little but go along with the charade for now, until the side-gate was in sight.
“Move back a little... a little more... there.” Willow maneuvered Buffy back to one of the upright supports in the stable until the slayer’s bound arms pressed into the old wooded beam.
Bending over Tara grabbed the spreader bar between Buffy’s ankles and locked it in place adding a chain to bind it to the sturdy wooden beam whilst the redhead locked their pet’s collar to the ring on the support.
“It’s time for your inspection,” Tara grinned as she licker her fingers. “We want to make sure our ponygirl is in tip-top shape.”
“Ooohhhhht?” Buffy asked in alarm, an ominous feeling spreading over her.
Buffy squirmed as the two witches poked, prodded and teased their fingers across her sensitive areas which made her blush furiously.
“You are not thinking cunt. Ponygirls think cunt!” Tara sighed as she drummed her fingers on Buffy’s nook. “Cunt is all you’ll have from now on and you’ll be begging for it once you’re fully trained.”
Buffy’s eyes snapped open as she felt the rapping on her hairless door, her hips tried to squirm away but she was helpless to resist as she tottered on the rounded tips of her hoof boots.
“Oh look honey, look how wet she’s getting. Such a slut,” Willow giggled seeing a smearing of girl juice. “Looks like she really does want some pussy.”
Tara took up position behind Buffy with the riding crop while Willow crouched down in front of the bound slayer and opened the lips of her shaved pussy.
Buffy felt sick. For the first time she had a woman looking at, and into, her sex. Buffy’s cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. Feeling Willow’s breath on her pussy she burst into tears.
“Put a finger in,” Tara told Willow.
Willow ran her finger round and round the lips of Buffy’s sex. The slayer gasped as the redhead singled out her clitoris, pulling it up and examining it with great curiosity. Then suddenly she thrust two fingers deep inside the pony’s pussy.
Buffy winced as Willow’s fingers worked their way around deep in her pussy.
“Cunt, Buffy. Ponygirls think cunt,” the redhead breathed lustily. She felt her head spin at the power she now had over the slayer.
While Willow was busy with Buffy’s sex Tara’s hands came from behind and grabbed the mewling blonde’s breasts. The blonde witch pressed and squeezed Buffy’s tits, treating the slayer like a toy. At last Tara concentrated on the pony’s nipples, rubbing them until they stood out like two tubes.
“Look at the slut, Wills,” Tara crowed Tara and pointed at the erect nipples. “Her dirty filthy cunt likes being used. Buffy, this cunt isn’t yours anymore, it belongs to your owners. And that means Willow and I.”
Looking apologetic at her lover Tara said “Sorry to stop you Willow but let’s get on.”
Willow nodded and reluctantly withdrew her fingers from Buffy’s now slightly glistening sex. ‘Looks like Buffy has some fun too’ thought Willow.
“Uuiigghh,” Buffy whinnied. Although she felt violated and used by the witches she couldn’t deny the pleasure echoing around her cunt.
“Stand still pony,” Tara purred as she pinched Buffy’s clit hard making the slayer writhe and jerk under her firm grip. “Come on Will, let’s get her dressed”
“Eiigghhhh?” Buffy’s mind rattled at this unexpected development. In the middle of this degrading treatment the two witches suddenly decided to cover her up. For a brief moment hope flared in Buffy’s chest only to be snuffed out the instant she saw what her two tormentors had in mind.
Willow held what looked like a pile of straps but instead proved to be some kind of a bra, or at least the outline of one fashioned from glistening leather. The redhead slipped it round Buffy’s body, one strap running below the breasts and another above. The effect was superb, even more so when Willow pulled the top strap tight and the black leather strands bit into the alabaster skin of Buffy’s small b-cup breasts.
“Aww, that’s so sweet,” Tara said as she could see the strapping framing their pony’s tits perfectly.
“It’s called a breast harness,” Willow said sagely, “It kind of separates the tits from the body and makes them stand right out.”
Buffy’s head dropped feeling the collar digging in under her chin, she felt like a toy, albeit one with a cunt and tits, like an object for the gratification of her owners. As if she was no longer human, like she was a marionette in a twisted puppet show whilst Tara and Willow pulled her strings.
She hated every lingering second of this but bit her tongue for she knew that with obedience came leniency, and that was the sliver of light at the end of the tunnel she was aiming for. She just had to bode her time and this living bête noir would be at an end.
“Now stand still while we get your pony harness on,” Willow said and slipped a collection of straps around Buffy’s body. Each strip of gleaming leather wrapped around the slayers lithe frame hauling her waist in sharply even more than the steel boned corset was, but still revealing enough skin to heap more humiliation on Buffy whose intimate areas were still on show.
“Mmmpphh!” the slayer squealed in shock and pain as Tara connected the straps around her crotch and hauled the buckles up, almost lifting Buffy off the ground.
“Do you see the straps in her cunt?” Tara asked her lover as she put her hands on Buffy’s trembling shoulders.
“Yes, it’s a thing of beauty. And this...,” Willow hissed.
”... is...”
”... even...,” another sharp hiss accompanying another sharp tug upwards on the straps, ”...better!”
“Eeeiigghhh!!!” Buffy screamed as the harsh yanking of the harness nearly made her pee herself. The bells on her bridle sang out as her head snapped from side to side.
Smiling gleefully at Buffy’s misery Willow and Tara worked quickly to get their pony ready for another walking lesson. While the blonde witch got rid of the spreader bar the redhead unshackled their pet’s collar from the wooden post.
“Walk on, horsie,” Willow said clicking her tongue and flicking the reins.
As she was so distracted by her aching cunt Buffy didn’t even hear Willow’s command.
“I thought you were going to be a good girl for us?” Tara snapped her crop into Buffy’s exposed nipples once she saw the slayer digging her heels in.
“N-n-neiiigghhh!” Back to the real world Buffy stomped forward with her distinctive metallic clip-clop sound ringing out.
But each step she took made the tight leather strap bite into her cunt, the thin leather rubbing along her outer mound. Once past her sex the belt split into two. Slipping either side of her tail plug the two straps sunk in deeply and were then fastened to her waist belt in such a way that they hauled her ass cheeks wide apart until her sore ring could be seen framing the woven tail. Buffy's face burned with utter humiliation as she tottered unsteadily in her pony boots, not wanting to see the gloating faces of her tormentors Buffy simply let her eyes drop down.
“Lift your knees higher when you walk! You will think pony, eat pony and walk pony!” Willow snapped urging the shapely behind to go across the courtyard. “Show off your breasts proudly, exaggerate the sway of those hips and push your butt out... higher!”
Buffy’s firm white bottom felt the encouraging snaps of the riding crops sounding out a rhythm of leather on flesh.
“Jerk your rump you slut, we want to see your titties bouncing around too,” Tara laughed like she was a latter day Cruella De Ville. “Keep going... now a little canter.”
Buffy felt her slit being sawn in half, her ass bulging and raw, and her soul being eroded by the commands being barked out by the women who held her reins.
Drinking in the sight of Buffy forced to do their bidding Tara felt her pulse quicken and her breathing grow shallow. “Will... in the kitchen... now,” Tara breathed, feeling her jodhpurs dampen. “I want to fuck you over the table.”
“Oh god yesssss,” the redhead purred. Too wrapped up in her desire she loosely fastened Buffy’s reins to the pole in the center of the courtyard. Grabbing the hand of her beloved both witches ran back to the house. “And keep walking pony, we want to hear you practice your gait.”
Buffy couldn’t believe it, she lifted her knees high and even though the metallic clip-clop still rang out it made it easy for her to cross to the pole where her reins were tied. She walked on the spot as she bent over trying to unhook the loose knot using the edges of her bridle, but she managed to hook a loop and pull it free.
The slayer nearly jumped in joy as she felt the reins go slack and trotted over to the side-gate which, to her great relief, was still ajar. She pushed the rusted thing open until it was wide enough to squeeze past and, with one last look around, took her chance.
She ran through the gate to see thick woodland running for miles in all directions, but a flaking gravel path neatly dissected the trees and so she clumped her heavy hooved feet along it as quickly as she could.
As she ran her arms flexed and strained against their leathery prison but her effort did little good and her limbs remained firmly trapped. The path twisted and turned in so many directions that she lost her bearings but she knew that which each hooved step she was closer to salvation and further from her tormentors.
By now she would have given almost anything to be rid of the strap between her legs. Each motion had the thin leather rubbing along her clit, both painful and arousing. She didn’t know how much longer she could hold out. Her nipples were rock hard and she was so very close to an orgasm. Each new step she took brought forth fresh moans. But she couldn’t stop, she had to find help and as such the relentless assault on her most private areas continued.
Not able to stand it any longer Buffy leaned her exhausted and beyond needy self against a tree. Desperate for release she began to sway her hips back and forth, the hated butt plug tail moving within her, her thighs sticky and wet with her juices.
Suddenly a scream of pleasure and pain pierced the air. A small orgasm rocked Buffy’s body and the slayer rode the wave of pained joy. A wave of panic jolted her back to reality. What was she doing? Panting she was running again, the torturous strap back to digging deeply into her cunt, the leather pressing further and harder against her clitoris. But the orgasm had helped dim her arousal and she vowed to not give in again.
Buffy felt her tongue and lips drying out, for almost an hour she had been running hoping to find a road or some remote shack where she could find some tools to fashion her release, but all she could see were more and more trees. Feeling a little deflated the slayer kept trotting on, trying to ignore the tinkling of the bells, the clatter of her horseshoes and her broiling cunt.
But then, just when she felt on the point of exhaustion, she saw a crumbling old wall of a farm.
‘At last!’ thought Buffy with wide giddy eyes. ‘Thank god, surely someone here can help me... then I can go back and get those bitches back for what they’ve done to me!’
She slinked along the side of a barn and towards a gate surrounded by bushes, slowly pushing it open she saw an expanse of concrete but no signs of life. Buffy stepped across the courtyard feeling a strange sense of déjà vu, trying to make as little noise as possible she felt hope and redemption were in reach.
BANG!
Buffy jerked round to see the side-gate slam shut, but worse than that, she recognized the person who had slammed it shut.
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