No Cumming (Or Thinking) for Inhibited Ponies

As the night wears on, your awareness of where you are and what is happening around you fades. Even in your empty obedience as the stablemistress questions you, a part of you is still aware of what's happening. An ashamed, mortified part. But, the insidious power of the inhibitor strips you down layer by layer. Soon even that animalistic awareness is gone.

The remainder of the evening is like a series of flashes and moments. Like a light flicking on and off.

The next time you have any faint awareness of your situation, you're on a treadmill marching forward with knees raised with each step. Not exactly graceful, of course. But, definitely not dignified either. You hear the sound of laughter. With it a vague awareness that there are people here watching you. You hear a familiar feminine voice calling out.

"Don't slow down, Nat." Your body starts to respond, without any mental prompting for you.

"I know, maybe you need a bit more motivation!" Suddenly, something attached to your nipples start to vibrate. You pant involuntarily into your bit. And as the pleasure runs up your spine the awareness fades again.

At another moment, you're strapped into a contraption forcing your arms and legs spread and holding you in mid-air. How much time has passed? Of course, you don't even know. The camera drone flies around you, getting a 360 view of your restrained body. Suddenly you feel a sharp sudden pain on your back side and you squeal into your gag.

Had that been the lash of a whip?

It's followed by a second and third strike. Each one leaving you screaming and struggling in your bonds. But, as the pain comes again and again, your overstimulated body has **** to convert it to pleasure. The pain feels good. And soon, with each strike, you sink deeper and deeper beneath the waves of awareness until you're gone once again...

You come back again, and you're restrained into a mounting post. Ass **** high into the air and limbs strapped to the side. A large black strap-on looms menacingly in front of your face.

"You're gonna have to pipe up, sweetie. That is if, you want it of course?" Alice's voice taunts. You don't even know what she wants you to say, but you scream out whatever incoherent words into the gag you can manage. Every fiber of your being is telling you that you need to cum.

"Well, if you say so." Alice giggles. "Your first chance to get Stallion'd as a pony and you won't even get a chance to cum from it. Ya know, if it wasn't for that little stunt before I would have shown a bit more mercy."

You keep screaming incoherently into the gag. Her words barely even register to you. Just the need to be filled. Cock. Cock. Cock.

Alice gently strokes your rear and works her way behind you. Then you feel your lips being spread...and you're gone...

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