They are severely punished

A couple of minutes later, Mary appeared in the dining hall, dressed in her usual sweater and jeans. She was accompanied by George, wearing the sweatshirt, sweatpants, and panties she had given him. A security guard near the entrance spotted them immediately.

"Sorry about the inconvenience, but I need to check if that's a man."

"That's my boyfriend," Mary said firmly.

The guard frowned.

"Is this some sort of joke?" she asked.

Mary glared at her.

"Yes," she growled. "I'm his girlfriend."

"Oh," the guard said, glancing at George's crotch. "So why isn't he dressed like a boy?"

Mary gritted her teeth.

"I don't know," she snapped. "Get out of our way or I'll have you fired."

The guard smiled at her.

"You'll have me fired? Au contraire, you're under arrest. Emergency!" she shouted, bringing half a dozen more female guards in the same platemail and breastplate uniform. They had the same short hair and the same spear-like weapons.

Mary was terrified. She was so young, and she had never been in trouble before. She looked around pleadingly, but none of the students in the dining hall were willing to make eye contact.

"Strip naked, both of you," commanded the first guard.

Both George and Mary looked at each other and shrugged helplessly. The guards grabbed their arms and began stripping them.

"Wait!" Mary cried. "How am I going to go to class without my clothes?"

One of the guards took her bra and panties, then stepped aside.

"Here," she said. "Put these on."

They were the same kind of underwear she had been wearing earlier, just a bit smaller.

George was not afforded any dignity of that kind, not even a white cotton skirt. He understood enough to realize that even asking would most likely increase his penalty. The criminal justice system was quite harsh to males.

"Take off your shirt," the guard instructed him. "And pull down your pants."

He did as he was told, standing in front of her in the buff. He realized that his cock was already erect and pressed against his stomach, fully visible beneath the tight elastic waistband of the panties Mary had given him. The guard grinned and shook her head.

"Wow," she muttered. "You're hard already!"

"How do you like them?" he asked.

"Very nice," she admitted. "But I want to see your balls. Take the panties off too."

"All right," he agreed, fumbling with the waistband.

"Now turn around," she ordered.

He turned back around, presenting his ass to her.

"Look at that big round butt," she remarked. While his back was turned, she clicked a collar onto his neck. Two chains were linked to the collar. The first chain was linked to another collar, which she linked to Mary's neck. The second attached to a leash, which she passed to a stronger guard.

"Shall we go?" a second guard asked.

The first guard nodded and the group of guards led them out of the dining hall. They were marched to the arbitration room, where the Queen would pass judgment upon them. It was customary for the accused to be naked for the trial. George was **** to expose himself in public, but he didn't have a choice.

"I'm sorry," he whispered nervously.

"Don't apologize," Mary told him. "I'm not embarrassed."

"Well... I am," he said. "I'm really embarrassed."

Despite his embarrasment, his cock was still rock hard, and it slapped against his stomach as they were marched quickly. His hands had now been tied behind his back and he could only imagine what the guards must be thinking about him.

When they arrived at the tribunal, they were escorted into a small room. A tall figure sat at a desk near the door. There was a large rack mounted on the wall beside her. On top of the rack, strapped to a leather harness, was a ponyboy. He wore nothing but a pair of skimpy bikini briefs, which had been cut out in the front so his penis poked out. His bare butt was striped with whip marks and welts.

Despite herself, Mary was impressed by the ponyboy's physique. His muscles rippled from head to toe, and he had a narrow waist and wide shoulders. His legs were thin and muscular, and his hips flared out to create a nice bubble ass. His arms were also muscled, and he had no breasts. Her eyes wandered to his groin, where she noticed that his penis was extremely well defined. It was very thick, with a bulging helmet at the tip, and a long shaft that tapered to a point.

Her admiration for his body continued to rise as she saw that he was completely shaved, with just a tiny patch of dark hair above his anus. He was also quite hairy everywhere else – chest, back, arms, etc. Her eyes lingered on his cock for a moment longer, then she looked up at him. He was looking down at her, smirking.

"Hello," he greeted her. "I hear you've been helping my owner train me."

"I guess I have," she replied.

He chuckled.

"My name is John," he said. "It's nice to meet you."

"Likewise," she replied.

Awkwardly, she remembered that she was still in skimpy underwear, collared, and chained to George, who must have noticed her admiring the ponyboy's physique. Her hands were also tied behind her like George's, but that was really the least worrying aspect of the situation.

George was trying to keep his erection as concealed as possible, but he couldn't help but wince as the ponyboy looked him over.

"Is he hard?" John asked. "Does the sight of me excite you?"

George blushed furiously.

"I'm not... I mean..." he stuttered.

"Do you want to fuck me?"

"No, no, I was already hard, because of..." The usually eloquent George was having difficulty explaining.

John laughed. "Just kidding, I saw you before you saw me. Just messing with you."

"I'm sorry," George apologized. "I guess I'm still nervous."

John smiled.

"Nervous? You're going to be fine. Yes, you'll be punished, obviously. But the contracts with exchange students are pretty clear about sending you guys home in one piece after the year is over. For my part, yes, they're angry with me, and it hurts like a bugger, but I'm a successful racing pony, so I'm too valuable to ruin."

"What did you do?" asked Mary.

"Nothing major," he explained. "I got caught doing something stupid and I'm paying the price for my stupidity. The important thing is that I have to stay on good behavior for the rest of this year."

Mary nodded.

"So, what exactly is going to happen to us?" she asked.

"That will be up to the Queen. I've already said too much," replied John. "If they catch me talking they might decide that I haven't repented yet."

At that, the tall figure at the podium spoke. She had a feminine, commanding voice. George and Mary recognized her voice. She was the Lady Commander. She wore her usual plate armor, but instead of cages for her impressive breasts, there were black translucent meshes over them, like stockings. "Why has the prisoner been allowed to wear underwear?"

"Sorry milady," replied the guard, hurriedly unclipping Mary's strapless bra and sliding her panties off. Under her breath, she added, "Sorry miss."

The Lady Commander continued, "The punishment for failure to submit to the Queen's judgment is ****, unless the offender's punishment is less severe. As the tribunal has not been convened, the sentence is unknown."

George's heart sank. If he was lucky, he could get away with three years of prison. That would be bad enough. At least he wasn't a ponyboy, and he wouldn't have to worry about losing his manhood.

"However," she continued, "the punishment may also include the loss of some or all of a male's genitalia, if the Queen deems it necessary. This will leave the male permanently unable to reproduce."

"What?" exclaimed George. "That doesn't make sense!"

"Yes, well, I'm sure you can understand that the Queen does not have to explain her reasoning," she said sarcastically.

She paused, collecting her thoughts.

"In any case, the Queen will be making her decision shortly. In the meantime, you two should prostrate yourselves respectfully."

Mary and George hurried to flatten themselves face down against the stone floor. It was cold against Mary's breasts and George's genitalia, but the Lady Commander had scared them enough that they didn't move.

A few minutes later, the Queen arrived. She was accompanied by four female guards and two male guards. The female guards were dressed identically, wearing black leather armor and helmets, and carrying swords and shields, while the male guards were fully naked. A captain in a black catsuit led the guards, holding the male guards' cock leashes.

She was a young woman, perhaps twenty-five. Despite her youth, she was quite beautiful. Her face was perfectly symmetrical, with smooth skin, long eyelashes, and deep blue eyes. She wore a long, dazzling purple gown that showed some cleavage, but not a lot. Around her neck, she wore a silver circlet with a gemstone in the center, which matched the gemstone in her earrings. The circlet seemed to be made of solid gold. Her hair was long and blonde, falling past her shoulders in a single braid. She carried a long sword in her right hand, and a wand in her left.

"Please rise," she commanded.

Their arms were still tied behind their backs, but they turned onto their sides and managed to stand without assistance. Both were flushed red with embarrasment, and George was still hard.

"You two know why you are here," she began. "George was found wearing inappropriate clothing. Is this true?"

"Yes, your Majesty," said George.

"And Mary, you are guilty of assisting George in his crime. Do you accept responsibility for your actions?"

"Yes, your Majesty," Mary replied.

The Queen nodded. "Very well. Your crime is quite severe, but it seems that you didn't quite understand the seriousness of it. I shall endeavor to educate you in my punishment."

"George, you seem to be ignorant of the customs here. Perhaps your studies have been too abstract, and you need some practical experience. You shall be trained and ridden as a ponyboy for one race."

George gasped.

The Queen grinned.

"As for Mary, you have been punished for failing to submit to the Queen's authority. However, you are such a promising student that I am willing to offer you another chance."

"Thank you, your Majesty!" Mary smiled hopefully.

"That doesn't mean you won't receive a penalty. You shall spend 48 hours in the stocks in the public square, without any clothing."

Mary gasped and covered her mouth.

"But, your Majesty, I don't know how to behave in the stocks! What should I do?"

The Queen smirked. "Don't worry, it's not complicated. You will be locked in, and you don't have to do anything. Just don't say anything treasonous or ask to be released, or I will rethink my leniency."

"Yes, your Majesty," squeaked Mary, not wanting to think about what a strict punishment might entail. It had been decades since any female citizen of the Queendom had been placed in the stocks.

The Queen nodded. "I hope you will both learn something from this experience. George, let's go ahead and get started."

"Yes, your Majesty," replied George nervously.

The Queen gestured toward the nearest male guard. George approached slowly, his cock dangling between his thighs.

"Stand over there."

He stepped aside, placing himself directly behind the Queen. There was a large opening in the wall, roughly 3 feet high and 4 feet wide. He stood there, cock swinging, awaiting directions.

"Put your hands behind your head," ordered the Queen.

He obeyed. His hands were cuffed together and attached to a chain around his neck, which ran through a ring in the stone wall.

"Now bend over. Knees first."

George bent over, his ass sticking out. The Queen walked up beside him, spreading his cheeks. She reached under and grabbed the base of his cock. It was every bit as fun to touch as she had imagined. She had heard of him and his large cock and balls when he entered as an exchange student, but she had never had a chance to touch. She silently thanked him for trying to wear female clothes and putting himself in this position. With one hand wrapped around his shaft, she gave it a squeeze. Then she squeezed again.

She realized that he was very sensitive, probably because of his lack of experience. She would have to take special care with him.

With her other hand, she grasped a handful of his balls. They felt warm and heavy, like water balloons filled with jello. She lifted them up and down gently, testing the weight of his load. She loved how the sac swung back and forth in rhythm with his cock.

She leaned close to whisper in his ear, "This is a wonderful gift from nature. You are so fortunate!"

"Thank you your Majesty."

She pulled down until his cock was pointing straight out, and then released it so it slapped back up to its original position. She repeated this several times. Finally, she took her hand away.

"That's enough for now," she murmured. "I'll play with you again after your race."

His hands still behind his head, George breathed heavily. He tried not to think about what the Queen had just done. Or what she would do later. Being touched by her hand and balls had been incredibly exciting! But he kept telling himself that she was a queen, and she was probably playing with him because of some sort of joke.

A guard hooked a lock onto the ring in the stone wall, securing George in place. Cuffs were then placed around his ankles, with a 30 cm chain between them. Finally, a large black rubber ballgag was fitted into his mouth, silencing him. He was unable to see what happened to Mary, but he heard her chain being detached from his own collar, and a jangling sound as she was led away.

She called out parting words to him: "I'll come to visit you as soon as I can!"

"Thank you, Mary," he tried to reply. It came out as: "Mmm-mph, m-m!"

The Queen grinned at him. "Have fun!"

***

The Queen and her guards had left the room a while back. Then, even John had been led away, after he had received a dozen more strokes with the lash. That left George alone in the room with the Lady Commander. Or, he assumed he was alone. He couldn't see very much of the room, but it had gotten very quiet.

He wondered if she had gone away. After a few moments, she returned.

"Hello," she said.

He squinted, trying to get a better look. He wondered if it was the Lady Commander. He couldn't see her face, but her outfit, with the black mesh window showing the entirety of her magnificent breasts, was pretty distinctive.

"How are you doing?" she asked. From her voice, it was clearly her.

"Mmm," he answered.

"Good. I hope you're ready for your race."

He shook his head slowly, unable to speak through the gag.

"It's okay," she soothed. "You don't have to talk. Just focus on the race. If you forget everything else, remember these things:

1) A race is three laps, each lap consisting of one circuit around the track. You must cum once during the first lap. If you fail to cum during the first lap, your team fails the race.

2) Each team consists of one ponyboy and one girl riding him.

3) Riders may harass each other's ponyboy, but no **** is permitted.

4) Try to be hard at the end of the last lap. This does not guarantee victory, but it certainly makes it easier to win.

5) Teams do not need to place first to win. Winning simply means placing first or second. Sometimes, teams will deliberately lose by having their ponyboys be less erect than the other team's. This can be quite entertaining.

6) In addition to winning, you will be rewarded for various accomplishments. These rewards are not strictly necessary to win, but they do improve your odds of success.

7) Remember this: winning is not everything.

8) Just try to follow your rider's lead.

"That's about everything you need to know."

"Thank you," he managed to say, although it came out muffled. He nodded.

"Don't thank me yet. We haven't started yet."

He frowned.

The Lady Commander laughed. "I'm kidding. Let's get started."

She clapped her hands, and two guards entered the room. They were both male, completely nude and barefoot. One carried a whip, and the other held a pair of thigh-high leather boots. The Lady Commander took the whip and placed the boots next to George. She picked up the helmet from the table and put it on. She ordered the guards to remove the shackles from his ankles and put the boots on him. Then she unlocked the chain holding him in place, leaving his hands still chained behind his neck but making it possible for him to stand.

"Stand," she commanded, cracking the whip against the floor.

George stood up.

"Now, spread your legs."

George obediently spread his knees apart.

"Put your arms up."

He raised his arms above his head.

"And pull your dick out."

It was already very much out and hard, but he pushed his crotch forwards a little in an effort to comply.

"Very good," she remarked.

"Now walk," the Lady Commander instructed him, cracking the whip again.

He set out straight ahead towards her. It was his first time walking in pony boots, and it was quite difficult. He had to lift and place his feet rather vertically.

The Lady Commander chuckled, then gestured for him to begin walking in a large circle. He could see now that the room was indeed empty except for some chairs, various harnesses, and other fixtures for spread-eagling, tormenting, or containing the accused. The only people were the two guards who stood with their hands behind their backs, their legs spread, and their eyes looking down, the Lady Commander, and George.

George was constantly aware of the weight of his cock swinging freely between his thighs. It was a distraction, but not nearly as distracting as the Lady Commander's body. Her platemail armor covered her body, but the thigh-high boots showed off her figured thighs, and her enormous breasts were on full display through the stocking-like material. She was smiling, but it was a slightly mean smile.

They continued around the room, George taking slow, deliberate steps. Finally, she stopped him.

"Okay, turn around and face me."

He did as she said.

"Stay like that." She cracked the whip and pointed to the floor. He remained in place, his hands still behind his head, but his knees open and spread.

"Now, do you understand why we call this a 'ponyboy race'?"

Not waiting for a reply from the gagged exchange student, she continued. "Well, here's how it works. In this race, you and the girl on top of you will be competing as a team. There is no team without the boy. You can encourage each other, but you cannot fight or hurt the other teams physically. Your team will be judged on several factors, including how well you do your job, how hard you are at the end of the race, and how hard you cum during the race. Obviously, it helps if you cum during the race."

She paused for dramatic effect.

"But ultimately, it doesn't matter how hard you cum. All that really matters is whether or not you cum during the first lap of the race."

She cracked the whip a few times.

"So, let's begin!"

***

After several laps around the room, George was getting tired, but he was still hard. Whenever he slowed, the Lady Commander would whip him in the back or ass, and if he began to get soft she reached over and squeezed his cock. Finally, he collapsed with exhaustion. The Lady Commander then returned him to where he had been bound, chaining and locking him in place. His boots were removed and his feet shackled together again with the same 30 cm chain. The Lady Commander returned to her podium and looked busy reading something.

After what was probably an hour but felt like two or three. George heard footsteps. Someone wearing heels was coming. He wondered who it could be. Then he heard a female snicker that sounded uncomfortably familiar.