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Part IV
Beyonce lay out in the afternoon sun. The island had a hot, tropical climateand although she had been kept in the shade for the hottest part of the day,it was still uncomfortable and humid. The sweat was pouring off her and shehad no way to wipe it off. She had always liked hot holiday destinations andwas therefore no stranger to sunning herself. She had even bathed topless before,but never like this. As part of her acclimatization process, Jen had explainedthat it was necessary for Beyonce to get used to the heat. She would, afterall, spend most of her time out working in it. Every part of her time was beingput to calculated use; they had had considerable experience training youngladies at the stables and had a very efficient system for it.
After her morning at the training trap she had been uncoupled and led backto the stables. She had been taken to a solid looking metal seat, turned, andforced onto it. By this point she had neither the energy nor the will to resist.This had caused the huge dildo to push further into her already painfully fullvagina. That alone had brought tears to her eyes. The seat had a back witha large horizontal hole for her bound arms to pass through. Behind the backof the chair, two bars were slid between her arms and her back; with her armsstill bound behind her this locked her arms to the chair. As the seat was itselfbolted to the floor, that alone would have been enough to have immobilizedBeyonce, but there was another mechanism to keep her in place. A head pieceextended up from the back of the chair. It was adjustable so that a semi-circularpadded support could rest just behind her head. First, her bit was adjusted.There were screw holes in the centre on either side of the control bar foradditional fittings. Into each of these a metal gear-piece was screwed; thesehad, on the other end, a right angle facing upwards and a ring for the fasteningof control apparatus; similar to the normal parts of her bit where her reinscould be attached. With her head forced back into the rest, two straps frombehind were clipped onto the new control fittings of her bit and then adjustedso that they held it in a tight balance. The new parts housed a gear mechanismthat would vastly exaggerate any movements of the head. Beyonce would pullon one side of the bit, the new gears would magnify this significantly andshe would then be punished by the rod pressing into her throat. She would thusbe forced to keep her head very still if she wanted to avoid unnecessary discomfort.Beyonce strained her eyes trying to look about without moving her head. Itwas a horrible position; she could do nothing but look directly in front ofher.
After this, the man reached under the seat. There was a wide hole in theseat allowing access to her genitals. First he spread her legs and clippeda fitting onto the seat between them. It had two outward facing spikes, toensure she kept her legs apart. Beyonce waited nervously as he opened a boxof springs with weights on the end. He clipped one onto each of the eight ringsthat were set in her tender inner labia. He let them hang and then adjustedthem so that on each side the weight was evenly distributed; all four ringsevenly pulling at the whole length of each soft lip. He let them hang and thenadded additional weights to each side until her poor labia were bouncing painfullytaut beneath her. Beyonce grit her teeth and swallowed, the swaying was alreadybecoming very unpleasant, she felt as if her pussy was being slowly torn fromher.
Next he removed her boots, every movement energized the weights between herlegs and made her catch her breath but she was at least glad to feel the airon her poor worn feet. Her relief was short lived however as he fitted eachfoot with a plastic support instead. These rested against the front of herfeet and fastened by means of soft leather straps around her shins and feet.They held her feet in an extended position, as if she were stood on tip-toes.They strapped around behind her feet and prevented her from lifting her footout of a 'high-heeled' position. Beyonce tried in vain to fight against them,this was exactly the position she needed relief from, she whimpered silentlyat the exquisite cruelty of her bondage. She desperately tried to catch theman's eye, to try and plead with him to show her some mercy. The slight movementsof her head were however causing the control rod in her throat to dance uncomfortablyand remind her that this was not allowed. As if he had heard her cry for mercy,her feet were plunged into a soothing bucket of icy cold water. That, at least,felt very welcome. She was concentrating on the pleasant sensation in her feetwhen the man turned around with two more sets of weights on springs, reallyheavy looking ones. Her pleading eyes begged him 'No, please, I can't takeany more' and she wept furiously as he hung one on each nipple ring, her alreadysore breasts became alive with bouncing agony as the rings dug into her largenipples and stretched them for all they were worth. The man stood back andsmiled. Beyonce was hysterical.
'Now this is the really hard one'
With this he took one more substantial weight and clipped it to Beyonce'snose ring. Her head immediately dipped and she felt the bar in her throat ramitself in. She panicked, tearing at all her bonds, her weights started to swingwildly, the pain was unimaginable, . She heard a woman laughing.
'Nothing like a sit down after busy morning eh, Princess? ', chuckled Jen.
She lifted Beyonce's head for her and cupped both the nipple weights in theother hand. The panic stopped. Beyonce started to breath more regularly, shecould just about cope with the pussy weights by themselves.
'Now then you undisciplined little brat you will learn that if you do notperform well enough for your Masters and Mistresses, you will earn punishments,this chair will teach you some posture discipline while you think about yourmornings disobedience'
Beyonce nervously listened, she thought she had done well.
'It's lunch time so we are going to leave you here to relax while your feetsoak. We take nice leisurely lunches here so you have a nice time until weget back.'
She addressed the man, ' As an added incentive for her to behave tomorrow,give her a punishment enema'
'No, God No! Please, please don't do that! Please don't leave me like this,I can't take it, I can't take it anymore' Beyonce gulped, she raised her eyesup towards her Mistress, not enough to look her in the eye, but enough to tryand plead with her and beg her for mercy, 'Please, I will do anything you want,please!', tears trickled down her cheeks
Jen smiled, there was nothing more satisfying than a broken girl. She gentlyreleased Beyonce's chin and then slowly lowered her nipple weights. Beyonceclenched her teeth on her bit and closed her eyes. She opened them to see theman turn and walk away.
Her feet didn't touch the floor or the sides of the bucket so she had tohold herself stable with her arms. Her labia were starting to ache intensely,with each oscillation of the weights the throbbing would swell. She couldn'ttry and support the weights by clenching her legs together as the two prongsjabbed viciously at any attempt to close her legs. Any wriggling would startthe whole thing off again even worse and would jar the stubborn penetrationin her vagina.
'Got to stay still, remain calm Beyonce, remain calm' she said to herself
The man came back with a hefty looking case. He disappeared behind Beyonce.
'Oh my God no', she thought as she felt him unscrewing the end of her tail.There was a screw fitting with a valve housed in the anal plug. He took a lengthof tubing from the case and screwed it in, he then set up an inflatable pressurebag and hung it on a stand behind Beyonce.
Jen caressed Beyonce's head and then her chest, sliding a finger along hermoist, sweat covered body.
'Tomorrow I want instant obedience from you slave. When your enema goes in,think about how much you want to be a good ponygirl, because if you disappointme again I'll give you them every day for a month'
The man returned with a heavy bag of fluid. He hung it on the stand and wrappedthe pressure bag around it. He pushed the end of the tubing through the sealand then started to pressurize the bag. There was a clip on the tubing thatstopped to fluid getting into Beyonce.
'Now think about that', she nodded at the man. He released the clip. Thefluid lurched down the tube. It was ice cold. It had just been removed fromthe freezer. The cold made her spasm immediately,
Oh it hurt so much!
'Get it out it hurts too much!'
The fluid kept rushing in. She tried desperately to clamp down on the buttplug, to stop it, it kept coming, stretching her insides further. Pain uponpain built up inside her as the torrent of ice cold fluid bloated her. Shecould feel waves of intense aching as her bowel fought to expel the liquid.Her face was bright red, her breathing was shallow. Through the snatches ofher mind she saw Jen and the man walking away.
'No, please, please. Mistress. Come back. I want to be a ponygirl now, I'lltry my best, I want to be good', she sobbed miserably to herself
She wept uncontrollably, her whole body alive with pain. Pain boring throughher. She almost passed out at one point but the sagging of her head woke herup, she retched as her tongue base was cruelly stimulated.
'Oh God it hurts so much', was all she could think, over and over again.
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