Red Lights for Bad Girls

Zoe’s pounding heart leapt into her throat.

She could barely breathe from her run, her legs cramped, muscles aching, her ass so red and hot from her constant caning that it almost felt numb. Through all the pain and suffering she’d just endured, all the humiliation of running naked through the busy streets – standing naked on her own front porch, in front of her best friend, in a humiliating bondage outfit, the one thing, the one good thing Zoe had was the promise of the mind-shattering orgasm at the end of it…

That it wasn’t happening made Zoe scream, stamping her left bare foot in petulant anger and she slapped at the doorframe with all of her remaining strength.

“Zoe…” Katie started before both girls froze as the collar barked again.

“Orgasm lock enabled”

WHAT?

Zoe’s head spun, a roaring rushing in her ears that drowned out everything. The words should’ve been simple to understand and yet her mind didn’t want to understand them, because it didn’t want what it had just said to mean what she thought it did.

Before the naked girl could really process what was happening, she felt her nipples tugged forwards, into the door, and the crop landed hard against her ass again, driving her forwards. Zoe squealed, eyes wide in muted panic as she scrambled to open the door and let herself inside.

The collar had never taken control of her outside of a run like this, and her already aching body was too weak to resist as she was guided into the house by her breasts in scared confusion. Behind her she heard Katie follow, but at a wary distance, her voice anxious, “Zo…?”

“I don’t… please… I don’t know what’s happening!” Zoe mewled, helplessly as she was marched into the living room. The naked girl yelped with each light tap of the crop, pulled by her nipples past the couch and TV, towards a bare section of wall. The tugging stopped when she was only a few feet from it, before the collar crackled into life again,

“Good Ponygirls don’t use their hands. Hands on the wall”

Zoe bit her lip, terrified, jumping as the crop made contact with her ass to punctuate the command – fingers trembling; she reached out and placed her palms flat to the wall in front of her.

“Feet apart”

This time Zoe yelped in surprise as the crop tapped against the inside of both of her thighs, obediently she started to spread them, shuffling her feet sideways until they were a little over shoulder-width apart and the crop stopped.

“Toes”

Zoe blinked, unsure what the collar meant, only to feel the burning lash of the crop, impossibly, on the soles of both of her heels, driving her to lift herself onto her bare toes, her legs trembling with the effort of holding the strange position after her run.

“Stay”

“Please… I’ll be good… I didn’t mean to be slower…” Zoe pleaded, staring at the wall in fearful anticipation of what was happening. She was being punished, she knew that, but the horrifying possibilities of what that meant left the girl a wreck with shock.

“Minimum standard time exceeded by 1 minute 33 seconds – Number of runs when minimum standard time was exceed: 1”

As the collar spoke, Zoe anxiously looked over her shoulder at Katie. Whimpering as she spotted the blonde’s eyes snap up from her naked ass to meet her own gaze. Katie’s mouth hung open, but neither girl said anything to the other.

“Bad girl! – The Ponygirl will be edged for 1 minute 33 seconds”

What?!

Zoe didn’t have time to process what was happening before her body exploded in heat. It was just as sudden as the orgasms the collar had always **** from her, only this time her body was taken instantly to the very edge of that pleasurable explosion… and held there… dangling over the precipice…

Zoe’s eyes went wide, her back arching harder, her mouth hanging open as she bucked and trembled in place. Her pussy instantly ached, sore and hot. She didn’t even know she was moaning loudly until she realised she was running out of air and needed to breathe.

Her conscious mind switched off – Zoe had never been so needy and **** for anything in her life. She needed to orgasm, right now, she couldn’t hold it…

Frantic, she stumbled in place, dropping her feet flat and pulling one of her hands from the wall to touch herself. But the moment she did the collar barked into life again.

“Bad girl! Failed to maintain position – Good Ponygirls don’t use their hands. Hands on the wall! Toes!”

“NO! Please! Please no… I need to cum… I need to cum!!” Zoe sobbed, frantically, lost in her own needs, Katie’s presence forgotten, even as the crop started to land heavily on her hands, slapping them away from being able to touch herself.

After a moment Zoe moaned, breathless and weak, returning her hands to the wall, and lifting herself back onto her toes again.

“Bad girl! – Repeating cycle, the Ponygirl will be edged for 1 minute 33 seconds”

“Nnngh!”

Zoe’s eyes filled with tears and she grit her teeth, as she realised moving meant the punishment would start all over again. She had to hold herself like this, exactly still like this, her back arched, up on her toes on weakened legs, while she was edged, continuously for a 93 seconds…

It was **** in a way that Zoe couldn’t have imagined. Her body wasn't designed to be this aroused, or held that painfully close to the edge for this long – all she heard was the roaring of her own heart in her ears, and her own voice, somewhere, echoing small through the noise and heat and aching whiteness of her denied pleasure… telling her to breath, stay calm, stay still… breath… stay calm… stay still…

The redhead lost her voice, her breathing cracking as she stood, toes curled into the floor, her ass shivering and trembling behind her as she fought every instinct, every need of her body to move so she could cum. It was like she was forcing herself to hold her breath underwater, because she knew surfacing would kill her – but it didn’t stop her body screaming at her to surface… it would be so easy… just surface…

93 seconds.

After a while the girl thought she could feel phantom fingers dancing across her clit in rhythmic waves, like she was an engine bring revved until it was bouncing off its limit… it took her a moment to understand she was feeling her own pulse in her pussy.

Zoe had no way of telling time. No way of knowing how long she'd been stood here like this, an hour? a day? had it been forever? – she was lost in a storm of agonising edging and self-pity... She hadn't run fast enough - she was a bad girl - she was a bad pony - she didn't deserve to cum - she deserved this...

“Edging completed. Punishment Applied: Good Ponygirls can't read”

The voice of the collar thundered into Zoe’s head from her throat, the words didn't even go in - instead she just gasped, tears in her eyes, expecting instant mercy. But the effects of her impossibly long edge remained; her body didn’t switch off when the collar stopped revving her up, she stayed exactly where it had been when the effects of the collar stopped – right on the edge… dangling there. Only now she felt like she was doing it from her own strength alone…

With nothing to keep her upright, Zoe collapsed, her bare breasts sliding down the wall as she landed in a heap on the floor... oblivious to herself or her surroundings, unaware of anyone or anything except her body's singular **** need... her mind consumed with only one thing…