A Filly's Tail

S. M. Wolf

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This story, Master Anton, Ellen, Revzo are copyright © 2001. 2011 by S. M. Wolf, all rights reserved. Reproduction and distribution of this work by any means without the expressed written permission of the author is expressly forbidden. Similarity to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Ellen Shetland had been foaled and raised on the High Plains of Gilliam. For nineteen summers the young pony 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 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 rose up from the tall grass and surrounded her.

Ellen screamed and tried to run, but they brought her down from behind. They ripped her short kirtle 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 together and slipped a long pole between them. They lifted her writhing body from the ground. The last she saw of her old life was the column of smoke rising from where her herd's tents were.

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 so she could not run. The coyote leader gave Ellen's captors instructions on where to take her and who to see. His last words chilled her.

"Whatever you do, do not rape her! You'll cut her value at least 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 along 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 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. Before leading her off to the baths, they bent her forward and used a tawse on her bare ass. She cried out more in fright than actual pain as the thin leather strap with three tails stung her. It was a clear signal that her life had changed and that she had to be subservient. Failure to submit would result in punishment and pain.

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," he growled at her.

Ellen was led to a large bathing chamber. She was given over to four naked young female cheetah attendants. All wore heavy leather collars and had a resigned look upon their faces. 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.

The cheetahs took Ellen into the next room and had her sit upon a simple 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. She braided the lower portion of her mane into a simple pony tail. A thin red ribbon secured her mane hair 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 satisfied with the job the cheetahs had done. He ordered the jackal guards with him to take her to be dressed.

Ellen was led to another room and presented to the large bear in charge. He cast a practiced look at her and grabbed what at first appeared to be a few 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 gleamed 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 led her off to a doorway at the front of the building. Outside was a bazaar. In the center of the bazaar was a small stage to which the jackal's led the filly. A large, muscular badger stood upon the stage. He had a small naked otter.taur bound in ropes lying 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 four white stallion guards 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.

Many young pubescent males had gathered at the back of the crowd. 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 thin 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 physical virtues. He paraded her around the stage so all who wished could see and touch her. She tried to pull away. A whispered word from the badger in her ear promised her a severe flogging if she shied away again. Certain that he meant it, she submitted to the unwanted touches of the crowd even as her flesh crawled beneath their touch.

Ellen was brought front and center again. A substantial crowd had assembled to watch and bid upon her.

As she stood there, the filly could see several of the young bulls at the back gathering together. She had an uneasy 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 wanted 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. It boded ill for her if this fur bough her.

"One hundred gold pieces," offered the bobcat in an almost insulting tone.

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 feathers and paws were white, and a white blaze ran the length of his face. His mane and tail were midnight black. Even wearing a long cape and clothes it was obvious he was very 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 a lot more for her."

The badger, sensing unexpected profits, bowed to the two bidders and said, "The Shire stallion is correct, Sir. 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 as he glared at Master Aton.

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 Anon looked at the badger and calmly said, "I'm tiring of this game. Shall we get serious about this? One thousand gold pieces."

The entire crowd including Master Revzo gasped. Ellen's jaw dropped in amazement. 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 glowered at the Shire stallion.

"There will be another day, Anton!"

With that the bobcat turned and stormed away. He looked back once as he left the bazaar. Ellen shook at the look of pure hatred he gave the stallion and filly.

The badger went through the motions of finalizing the bidding, but no one else cared 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 calmly. He seemed almost aloof as he talked with the slaver.

The jackals handed Ellen's reins to the stallion. Ellen 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 that 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. Artwork was scattered throughout the foyer and courtyard before her.

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 saw him walk to her left and go somewhere behind her. 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 as I watch her writhe in her bonds."

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 an unpleasant punishment."

Ellen's ears barely registered the whistle of the riding crop cutting through the air before there was a 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 thrashed 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 massive 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. You are to always be on display for my visual pleasure. I also expect you to be instantly available for my sexual use on a moment's whim."

Master Anton moved behind Ellen again. She trembled in terror but was rooted in place by the fear of another whipping. The whites of her eyes showed as she tried to swivel her eyeballs around to watch her new Master. This time 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.

"Good, you are a quick learner," Master Anton said. "That will serve you well here."

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."

Master Anton ran a paw over her right breast. He grasped her tit and gave it a small squeeze. She quivered but remained silent and still. The pain of the whip was too fresh in her mind to allow her to even contemplate pulling away from the male's grope.

"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. It was to be part of her submission and a sign of her status as his slave.

"Follow me."

Master Anton marched into the courtyard. Ellen had to trot to keep up with the 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 couple of the young colts 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.

Trembling fitfully, 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. She kept her thighs well spread. She could feel a soft breeze running over her intimate recesses.

From underneath the bed he pulled out two short ropes. He motioned to her to drop her upper torso down onto the bed. When her breasts were pressed into the soft mattress, he secured the ropes to the cuffs about her wrists. He pulled her arms wide open before securing the ropes with knots.

"I want your tail sticking straight up!"

Ellen closed her eyes and reluctantly slowly 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.

The filly felt the bed shake as Master Anton climbed onto it. With a gentle caress, he parted her tail hairs to fully reveal her ass hole and pussy. Ellen closed her eyes. 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 ran his fingers lightly 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. He carefully played with her for a bit to bring her to the brink of a climax and leave her hanging unfulfilled for now.

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 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 small vagina without ripping her pussy asunder.

"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 in other ways, 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, by force if needed, and without concern to your well being. Afterwards I will stitch you up and use you as I please."

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 selected a small earthen jar from within the cabinet before closing it and returning to the bed.

Master Anton knelt by Ellen's left flank. Once again 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. Unexpected moans of please stole from her lips.

After several minutes of manipulation, Master Anton judged Ellen to be ready to accept the hard wooden phalluses into her body. 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. Her head shot up off the bed. She bit her lower lip as the hard object stretched her anus wide.

Master Anton watched with interest the expressions playing 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 into her tail hole. He grinned as he saw her biting her lower lip to stop from crying out. She was in no obvious distress, though, so he continued.

Master Anton took the better part of two minutes to place the butt plug in his slave's ass. He frequently paused and eve twisted the plug around. Ellen shrieked at times as she felt the unexpected pleasure erupting form the friction of the lubricated wood against her anus.

The plug suddenly got smaller. The short rod between the bulb and the base was entering her bottom. 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 again, 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 go into the bathroom. Ellen quivered in fear and pain as she waited for his return. He brought back a piece of pure white satin cloth. The stallion held it beneath 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 cloth. When the flow stopped, he showed the cloth now stained with her bright red blood 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 satin cloth 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. She collapsed onto the mattress and lay still except for the occasional tremors running the length of her body.

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 removed several packets 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," her Master 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 sex toy. He waited a full fifteen minutes for the drugs to reach their full potency. Occasionally he reached out and stroked Ellen's body. Her body gently shook beneath his touch. He smiled at how responsive her body was.

When his wine was done, Master Anton stood up and returned both glasses to the bar.

"Get back up on your paws and knees, Slave," Master Anton ordered Ellen.

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 when he was done teaching his slave her proper place.

Master Anton returned to the head of the bed. Standing with his hooves planted well apart, he held the mushroom-shaped knob of his cock just brushing Ellen's lips. She almost turned away in disgust as she first tasted the salty precum dribbling from his slit.

"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. The taste of his salty precum juice nearly overwhelmed her. 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 to any male in the street who wants you to suck him off and drink his cum. I won't stop until your belly is so full you want to puke!

"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!"

"Yes, Master Anton, I will drink every drop of your cum."

"Good! You are learning, even if it is the hard way at times."Master Anton commended his filly.

"Now get back onto your paws and knees."

Ellen returned to her position. Master Anton again placed his large knob 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. It filled her mouth almost to overflowing.

"Now close your lips around my cock," Master Anton directed Ellen.

Ellen did as ordered. She could smell the musky scent of his arousal. She forced her face to remain expressionless despite her revulsion as her mouth filled with Master Anton's precum fluid.

"Swallow."

Master Anton could clearly hear Ellen gulping down his precum. Satisfied with her obedience, he pulled his cock from her mouth. A mixture of his precum and her saliva dripped from his shaft and 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 shaft. 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 at pleasuring him. He would have plenty of time to teach her technique later. For now, he was simply enjoying her novice blowjob.

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, thick drink."

Ellen was not sure exactly what her Master meant, but she did as ordered. She opened her mouth, tipped her head up somewhat and remained still as she waited for whatever was to come.

.Master Anton's prick slid into Ellen's waiting mouth. This time he forced the tip deep into her muzzle past her tongue. Ellen gagged slightly. A look of panic appeared on her face, and the whites of her eyes showed in fear. Master Anton did not pause, though. He kept pressing his shaft deeper into Ellen's mouth.

As soon as his knob touched the back of his filly's mouth, a torrent of hot jism exploded from Master Anton's cock. Desperately, Ellen swallowed as quickly as she could. Despite her best efforts, her lips were soon covered in white foam from her Master's discharge.

Master Anton kept shooting load after load into Ellen's mouth. He grunted each time his balls cut loose with another shot. It had been some time since he had last taken a mare, and his testicles were filled to almost overflowing. Even though he was nearly drowning Ellen, he did not withdraw from Ellen's mouth until his cock was almost completely limp and back in his sheath.

"Look up at me, Slave."

Ellen tilted her head back and 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."

"Yes, Master!" Ellen quickly responded. Her ass smarted from the whipping and the spanking. This Shire stallion was all muscle, and he was not pulling anything when he struck.

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. He returned to the bed and undid the ropes securing Ellen to the bed.

"Stand up, Slave, and face the bed."

Ellen slid off the bed and stood at the head of the bed facing away from Master Anton. The hard objects felt strange lodged in her pussy and behind. They almost hurt as they pressed against her interior walls, but the filly knew better than to complain. That would just get her another whipping or worse.

Ellen 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 three-inch diameter 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 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 front of the belt about her waist.

The dildo and the butt plug were now secured within the filly. They would not come out unless her Master desired them removed.

"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 into bed and go to sleep," he instructed her before rolling over and settling in for the night.

Ellen did as ordered. She spent a restless night beside Master Anton. Her stomach was rolling from the large amount of unfamiliar fluid. The strange pressure of the butt plug and dildo did not help either. She spent a restless night and was not at all refreshed in the morning when Master Anton woke and began their day.

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 cloth 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 several times to have the Madame in charge 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.

Throughout the nights afterwards she kept taking more and more of him into her throat though there were physical limits to what she could do. She never got his entire shaft down her throat, but she did reach almost the three quarters mark on a regular basis. She could only hold him there for a few seconds before she had to breathe, but Master Anton seemed satisfied with her efforts.

During the first 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 a half 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 breasts with clamps and whips for three hours. He had to give her a salve to relieve the pain and stop the bleeding afterwards. She was much more responsive the next day when he started playing with nipples, 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.

Sometimes Master Anton mixed unguents and herbs into the lubricant. If she had been good, they brought a pleasurable warmth. As she quickly learned after displeasing her Master with her sucking one night, though, others could bring outright fire. After that time, the filly was very attentive to making sure that her Master's needs were satisfied.

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.quarter's the diameter of his cock, and the dildo was almost the same length of his tool.

"These are the last two for you. Tomorrow, you get the real thing," Master told Ellen before he began his nightly pleasure with her.

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 it would be like to feel a living cock inside her.

The next day passed too quickly for Ellen. Soon it was evening. The filly 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 by two steps behind him 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 lie 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 nicker 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 a good, long time."

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

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

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 and active, if sometimes unwilling, participation."

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 it clean!" 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, almost as if it were going to sleep, but soon her mouth was filled with a warm glow that extended across her lips and down her throat.

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

"Spread your legs wide, Slave."

Obediently if fearfully Ellen shifted her knees wider. She knew what was to come. She had never seen a stallion cover a mare before, but there were plenty of stories in the camp and the colts often boasted of what they did with the fillies when the adults were not around.

Master Anton moved 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 swung her head about as commanded. 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 flinched as 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.

The powerful aphrodisiacs in the ointment were working on the filly. She was aroused and actually wanted this stallion to thrust deep into her even if she feared that he would split her cunny in two. She moaned in fear and frustration as she felt the warm flesh of her Master's knob rub against her pussy lips but not enter her now dripping wet snatch.

After several minutes of play, Master Anton was ready to take his filly for the first time. He rose up off his haunches. He towered over her small pony figure. He aimed his shaft dead center at her pussy like a battering ram ready to breach a castle's gate.

"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. His shaft connected her hips to his. She grabbed the sheets and gripped them tight as she waited for him to deflower her.

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 large butt plug against the inside of her anus and rectum. She quickly relaxed her anal muscles as she felt Master Anton begin to pull 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. She whinnied in fear and surprise at his choice of orifice.

Ellen felt her tail hole being 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 blunt mushroom-shaped knob 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 forced his knob past her anus. There was a bit of a pop as the last of his knob entered Ellen's butt. She was still stretched incredibly by his shaft, but, for the moment, the worst of his entry was over.

Slowly Master Anton buried the entire twenty inches of his cock into her butt over the course of thirty minutes. He did not want to tear her flesh or worse. He could lose days of anal sex if he had to stop and stitch her up. He carefully paced himself and allowed her to grow accustomed to the huge male member embedded in her ass. At the same time the ointment covering his shaft did its work and made his slave incredibly horny. Even as she dealt with the pain and humiliation of being covered like this, he body wanted more and more of the stallion on top of her.

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 its own accord. Even in her most fervid masturbating out in the fields far from prying eyes she had never been so aroused. 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 for more now, he began to slowly withdraw his dick 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 hot, hard stallion cock working under her tail. She closed her eyes and raised her head high to give a whinny of pure delight just as her Master thrust forward.

Master Anton worked his slave's ass for nearly fifteen minutes. Sometimes he would withdraw until the base of his knob pressed against the interior of her anus and then thrust forward hard, his balls flying forward to strike Ellen's thighs and 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 prick deep 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 in her tail hole.

Master Anton continued to piston in and out of her tail hole while hard and ejaculating for over a minute. Even when his balls had no more jism to give, he ground his crotch against her bottom. 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 through the morning tomorrow, 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 weakly accepted the glass and drank down the contents without a word.

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. Still, the aphrodisiac was still working on her, and the pleasure he had given her while taking her in the behind was fresh in her memory. Perhaps this would not be too bad, even though she shuddered when she thought about his huge shaft thrust into her virgin cunny deeper and deeper.

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 it 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 trickled a thin stream 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 now 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.

The stallion worked his fingers ever deeper into his filly's cunt. The dildos had stretched her well over the past three weeks, 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 re.attached the cock strap to the base of his shaft. 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 huge knob past her outer cunt lips. Her face contorted in pain and she cried out many times 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 compelled 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. With the cock ring wrapped around his prick, there was no reason to hurry.

Master Anton took nearly half an hour to bury his iron hard shaft 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. The ointment was working its way into her vaginal walls and causing her to grow horny all over again as well. By the time Master Anton had finally hilted his shaft in her pussy with his balls resting against her thighs again, her entire body between her waist and her knees felt like it was engulfed in a sexual fire.

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. She was strangely disappointed when she suddenly realized that was all of Master Anton's cock. She found herself still wanting more for some reason.

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 stallion cock 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 the stallion drove his prick deep into her pussy again and again.

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.

When his crotch 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 honey.

Master Anton was so aroused from the pleasure of taking his filly and the aphrodisiac that he continued ejaculating for nearly three minutes. When he was done, he collapsed forward onto his slave. She was unable to support his weight and collapsed onto the bed with him on top of her. 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.

When Master Anton recovered enough to move again, he 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 full 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 as the stud took her hard and fast.

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 shoved his cock into 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. The belts went back onto her to secure them in place.

"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 her final orgasm for the night.

As she drifted off to sleep, her dreams were filled with images of the stud beside her mounting her repeatedly. They shifted from position to position with her Master always dominant above her as he took his pleasure from her willing body.

As she finally drifted into sleep, Ellen hoped that Master Anton would make her dreams become reality tomorrow.