My life was controlled and mandated down to the smallest detail, now. I was fed and watered from a bowl. I was allowed a mere six hours of sleep in a twenty-four hour period, where I curled up in a ball on the floor like a rat in its nest. I was denied use of the refresher, a beast wallows in its own filth, and I have to admit the pungent stench of sweaty sex and spent passion lingering in the air around me was intoxicating in a way. I was led to an improvised toilet on a leash at predetermined times, based on Alex’s analysis of my bodily functions. He wasn’t always correct in this sense either. The first time I couldn’t hold it any longer, Alex chastised my lack of control, scolding me like a dog, and I felt ashamed at my weakness vowing to do better from now on. Cherise, my new Keeper, was responsible for cleaning me up afterwards.
I was helpless and totally dependent on her for everything. I couldn’t see due to a leather hood. My arms were bound in my old pony mittens in front of me like a third leg, useless for anything more than support. I was gagged most times, beasts weren’t allowed to communicate with higher beings, other than in the primitive language of a pony.
The worst part by far was trying to sleep while being persistently aroused. I continually found myself waking from my dreams of perpetual sex, playing with myself, grinding my thighs together for relief to appease my body’s needs, before falling back into a restless slumber. The pleasure from my remote never went away now, it ebbed and flowed instead, culminating in a massive release from one orgasm to the next that left me stranded in a void that I never wanted to return from. All I cared about any longer was the next orgasm, the next moment of blissful relief to make the painful urge temporarily diminish, before it started all over again.
It was like being trapped in a wonderful Hell of euphoria, where the desires of my body, and the dark perversity I’d always craved, were finally reality. There was no mercy and no compassion for me any longer, leaving only the obedience of a mindless beast in its place. I was finally in a place where my pain and pleasure ruled supreme, never ending, as it was brutally ripped from my body. Simply put, I was an object of ridicule to dominate, with a single, degrading purpose in life – to cum.
I still hadn’t actually seen the machine cocooning me in a world of cold, heartless metal for roughly twelve hours each day, while I was milked like a cow of my ‘orgasmic fluid’. It was unbelievable, as if a slice of sadistic rapture was shoved down my throat, hand crafted specifically for me, as I was used like never before.
The faint sound and vacuum pull of suction tickling my inner thighs and pussy…
The subtle droning of hydraulics from the fucking attachment…
The overload of pleasurable suffering crisscrossing my body…
The entire contraption was degradation at its best, borne straight from Alex’s scientific imagination, twisted delusions, and scratch built with supplies on board the shuttle and purchased sex toys. I was powerless on hands and knees, with a metal spreader wedged between my thighs keeping them splayed wide and inviting. A metal corset of sorts, lined with sharp metal pins was wrapped around my chest. It was just tight enough that when I gasped for air or let the rocking motion of the enormous, hammering dildo guide the motion of my body, that the delicate flesh of my breasts was abused by a hundred bee stings. There had to be longer ones resting directly against my tender nipples, because the sensation of pain in them never went away. The pain… so wonderful… so liberating. I cried and came, and I began to stop caring.
The end of the corset looped up between my legs from underneath, becoming a devilishly constructed spreader in itself. The burning ache of my swollen pussy, while it was pounded into ruin by a relentless piston, was only secondary to the intermittent biting of sharp metal teeth that dug savagely into my whimpering outer lips, spreading them wide in a mournful pout of forced ecstasy.
There was an Electro-Anal hook seated deep in my ass. It was secured snuggly to my collar by a chain, and stretched my sphincter open with the tension of a mouth waiting to be stuffed, while pulling my head back at an uncomfortable angle. The whole while it generated pulsating shocks of misery-laced pleasure from the ball-tip seated against my g-spot, drowning me in a realm of sexual stimulation that I couldn’t ignore. And to think, all of this was so Alex could collect my cum and refine it, concentrate it, and put it into Cherise’s discharge reservoir so that sex with her was more realistic. It would have been much easier for him just to do it the old fashion way, and to be honest I really wouldn’t have cared if he did. Apparently I was much too dirty and undeserving to fuck any longer. In a way, I guess you could say he was doing it vicariously; when she came, it was my cum, my scent, my passion covering his cock with every moan of release. Whatever works; it was the same result for me, and it’s not like I really had a choice in the matter.
I shivered motionlessly in the machine, whimpering pitifully while I continued to cum. To do much more than that meant my pinpricked and bleeding breasts and inflamed inner lips would only suffer more torment. Besides, I didn’t have the energy left for anything but simple grunts, a gasping breath, or a pitiful moan, as my pelvic muscles burned from another violent contraction. Being both physically and mentally exhausted was an understatement on my part; even I have limits, and it didn’t help matters that the inflamed, raw itch between my legs only seemed to be getting progressively worse. My pussy must look as red as an apple and as soggy as a dishtowel by now, but that’s what happens when it’s never given a chance to recover after three days of continual fucking. I’d already consoled myself with the fact that this is how it was going to be for the rest of my life.
No! I… We can’t take it!
We’ve barely been able to handle the last several days, let alone a month, or years. We’ll be a drooling vegetable by then.
Perhaps we will, I hissed evilly. The beast will serve, and cum, and nothing more; that’s why it exists, that’s what I was created for. You have to trust me that I’ll take care of us now, as I always have in times like this; I may look different, but it’s still me. I’ll do what I must in order to survive, as I’ve always done while you slept.
No… I can’t… Nathan, please come back. Save me… protect me…
Shush! He’s gone, and it’s only us again, so stop all this cry-baby shit. Damn, you’ve grown weak over the years, even worse than before, and it’s all because of him. You should be cursing his name, instead of pleading for something that’s never going to happen. You still don’t get it, do you, you ignorant hick? There’s no choice this time; you have to let me, let the beast in us run free. You have to let me grow stronger, because that’s the only way we’ll survive, until…
Until?
Until the time is right, and we can escape, of course. We have to hold on, burying our dreams of open skies and green pastures deep down inside for the time being. Let me revel in our misery, for now, for them, and if you’re a good girl and do as I say, then maybe it will be your turn again soon.
You’re right, you’re always right. We have to keep them safe. We saw they were real on the auto-doc display, nearly a month old. So precious… We still can’t believe they’re real… Nathan’s two little girls have to be born free. I don’t even want to think of what he’d do to them when they get older.
You know exactly what that bastard will do to them; he’ll hurt them if we’re bad. He’ll hurt them because he enjoys it, and one day turn them into pony fuck-toys like us. Our foals deserve to run free under the sun, to graze and breed with whom they wish, not chained and caged like we are.
We’ll never let that happen, will we?
Never. I’ll kill them before I let that happen, and we’ll die if necessary, but until that time the beast will be a good girl and do as it’s told in order to keep our foals safe. We have to be strong for them; I’ll be strong for them.
Promise? I’m scared, so scared…
Promise, I whinnied defiantly.
Just don’t hurt Cherise. I… I like her. She’s nice to us; she takes care of us.
We’ll see, but if she gets in my way…
“Good girl, there you go,” Cherise cooed softly from beside me, stroking my head in encouragement.
Well, gee whiz, thanks for that; I’ll cum all the harder now. She was the only one with me in the cabin, which was normal most times. I’d come to know her light, feminine smell nearly as much as my own rank odor of perpetual sex and misery.
Cherise… I wanted to hate her for her role in all this, and at first I did, especially when Alex had her discipline me. My ass and back were no doubt covered in welts and sores, and it hurt so bad when the pleasure began to fade. He made her use some sort of flexible rod on me, a thin cane of sorts, beating me at times while I came or if I didn’t. Other times it was some sort of a hand held shock device used on random points of sensitive skin, burning it, scarring it… There was really no rhyme or reason to the punishment; I was disciplined simply because he enjoyed the sound of my screeching anguish, or he wanted to hurt me, or more aptly put, he wanted to watch Cherise hurt me.
It seemed like another eternity before the machine ramming between my legs mercifully slowed, then stopped all together. Moments later, a breath of soothing, cool air seeped inside my gaped and distended cunt after the dildo was withdrawn, leaving me physically and mentally empty. The hook was deactivated and slowly removed, and my ass quivered, gradually righting itself in a moment of relief. I visibly sighed when Cherise disassembled and removed the corset, allowing me to slide out of the metal cradle I rested in. It was odd, almost numbing in a way, to feel somewhat normal again, as if a combination of suffering and delight were the only two things I could feel any longer. It was over for now, my thirty minutes of rest had finally arrived.
I silently resumed my kneeling tripod position at Cherise’s feet, shaking with residual stimulation.
“Do you have to go to the bathroom?”
I whinnied weakly, a simple acknowledgment and nothing more.
She patted my head, and I nuzzled to her touch. A gradual tug on my leash told me it was time to follow, and I lopped along behind her in an ungainly way, trusting her to lead me in my blindness. What else could a chained beast do in a situation like this?
“Let’s take care of that first, then some water. How’s that sound?”
Water… I was so parched, I always was. I couldn’t get enough of it. It felt like I was shriveling away, being squeezed of my fluids like a sponge. It still amazed me that I had anything left to piss.
It was a short trip to my toilet, just down the corridor, and I was helped into position squatting over the open basin to relieve myself. It hurt to pee and I started to whimper.
“Oh, you poor baby… I need to put some ointment on you, don’t I? And look at your boobs, they’re bleeding again; I better put something on those as well.”
I didn’t reply, forcing my body to void itself regardless of the stinging sensation, thankful that I’d avoided the shame of soiling myself again. Shame, I chuckled inwardly. You could only feel shame if you felt pride, and right now I had very little of that remaining. It was hard to find a sense of inward pride while quietly kneeling, having your ass wiped by a droid.
I flinched when Cherise applied a liberal coat of numbing, healing balm to my raw genitals, easily working her fingers deep inside my pussy and ass to help alleviate the ongoing discomfort. It was the first time she’d ever done that, and I whinnied my thanks and swished my tail with a sigh of momentary relief.
“There, that should help. I wish Alex would give you more time to rest, you need it, and it’s not right.”
I’d noticed the change coming over her the last few days; it was subtle, but she was becoming more lifelike, and dare I say human at times, as her free-thinking brain began to develop real emotions. This was the first time that I’d ever heard her speak in open disagreement towards Alex’s orders, though. Ah yes, dissention within the ranks… Perfect. I might be able to build on this and use it to my advantage one day.
I heard my dish being set before me and I bent at the waist following my nose, lapping greedily at the heaven sent water.
“No, I don’t think it’s right at all how he’s treating you, Margo. I’m sorry for hitting you all the time, too. It just seems so mean, so pointless.”
She refilled my dish and I continued to drink. In the process, Cherise began stroking my hair, then rubbing one of ears between her fingers and it twitched, making her giggle.
“I like your ears, Margo, they’re cute and soft. I wish I had ears like yours, and a tail.”
She called me Margo, twice, and for a moment I almost remembered who I was.
Did you say something? I heard someone call my name and… Cherise is so nice, isn’t she? Oh, I like it when she rubs my ear like that. It feels-
Shut up and go back to sleep! You hear me? I can’t let my guard down for a moment, not yet, it’s too soon. Cherise is my Keeper, and I her pet, and nothing more. She doesn’t really care about us; she’s only looking after us because she has too, that’s all!
Stop yelling, I’m sorry, okay? I was getting lonely and only wanted to talk.
“What are you doing, Cherise?” It was Alex, and Cherise’s laughter immediately faded to somber silence.
“Nothing. Just giving Margo some water is all,” she replied shyly, like a scolded child.
“I told you not to use that name any longer, she’s an animal and unworthy of a name.”