Runaway

Zoe felt the blushing heat erupt from her core as the pair stared at each other over her shoulder, the implication that Katie was controlling her was too much for Zoe and she broke the eye contact in shame. Her eyes flicking back to the home they were leaving behind even as her own legs continued to betray her – feeling like she was strapped to the front of a runaway train.

“Ok – enough, Zo! Stop!” Katie pleaded.

“I’m not allowed to stop!” Zoe snapped back, her stomach churning with frustrated self-loathing before another flick of the crop caught her exposed ass. The idea of stopping and defying the crop made her feel physically dizzy, the sharpness of the white hot slaps of the cane and the memory of the humiliating edging in the living room still sat raw in her memory, “I can’t!”

I need to be a good ponygirl!

It wasn’t fair – none of this was fair. If she’d been running alone, running free, Zoe knew she could’ve been good, been a good ponygirl, she would’ve just run faster – she was meant to run faster, and yet the cart, even with its impossible lack of any realistic weight, still held her, still restricted and pulled her back in a way that made everything feel different, made everything harder, more restrictive, more humiliating. Worse, her legs were still weak, trembling from the exhaustive orgasms the collar had **** on her to bring her here… to bring them both here… She felt like she’d last run only minutes ago and now she was being made to again?

The little carriage trundled on, its wheels making a slick swooshing sound as they rotated through the pristine shallow layer of compacted sand.

“The Ponies’ pace is below the set standard – Run faster to avoid punishment!”

Zoe’s collar snarled at her throat and the redhead tossed her hair frantically, trying to speed up.

“I want you to stop!!” Katie gasped, “Where are we going?!”

“You tell me!” Zoe barked again with despairing agitation, her eyes darting left and right fearfully trying to look for any sign of anyone or anything in the world around them. All she saw were the still and darkened windows of the houses looming either side of the track, and the streetlight at the intersection ahead growing larger as it cycled back to red.

“Okay… I’m gonna–” Katie started before Zoe felt an electric and unfamiliar crack of the whip at her pussy and a simultaneous tugging of the straps, increasing the weight of the cart as it dug into the sand.

What?!

The electric numbing tingle danced through her body instantly, causing her legs to spread and stumble on instinct as she grabbed at herself protectively, her cheeks pink.

She tried to take another step, only to earn an angry correction from her collar and another white hot smack.

“Stop now to avoid punishment!”

What?!

Zoe timidly threw her weight back to meet the cart, her bare feet slipping to a skidding stop in the sand as she heaved for **** breathe, blinking through her own embarrassed confusion and the stars dancing across her vision from the throbbing pain at her pussy.

“Good ponygirl’s don’t use their hands!”

“I’m not!” Zoe gasped in frantic protest; jerking her hands away from her pussy like it would burn her but not before she felt the stinging correction of the crop at both her palms. Hysterically she whipped her head around to glare back at Katie, “What did you do?!”

She caught sight of the blonde’s fingers wrapped firmly, white knuckled, around the brake but had no time to process it further before her collar barked again,

“Feet apart!”

Zoe gasped, her tail flicking in despair as she tried to process what was going on. The last time she’d heard that instruction the collar had humiliated and punished her immediately afterwards and the girl felt her stomach flip over in confusion. Everything was all so new and different and scary – what the hell was happening now?!

Reluctantly she obeyed, light strikes of the ghostly crop landed on the inside of both her feet as she hurriedly shuffled her feet apart, struggling to shift them even as she continued to pant for air and fight the cramping exhaustion in her tired muscles.

“Toes!”

Zoe sobbed, the command familiar, she lifted her heels obediently. The position **** her lithe runner’s legs into a perfect upturned V, arching her back and unwillingly sticking out her breasts, her every muscle flexing and her pert ass tightening beneath her tail as it flicked again.

“Stay!”

The collar fell silent as Zoe panted, daring not move as she stood as still as she could, snorting in position. Her arms fell to the straps at her waist again, wrapping her fists around them in pained desperation to disconnect herself from the evil things as she was now **** to endure the panic inducing reality of being made to stand naked and exposed, harnessed and collared, in the middle of the street – unable to cover herself or run away.

After an anxious, strained silence, Katie coughed, “Sorry… I… the brake…?”

Zoe mewled, her own humiliation boiling over into despairing resentment that she **** herself to swallow. Katie had pulled the lever, Katie had made that happen, Katie was making her stand like this… It’s not her fault! You’re the one that got her into this nightmare!

“It’s… ok…” The redhead gasped gingerly, rocking slightly on the balls of her feet as she glanced around them again.

“You um… you stopped very quick…” Katie offered awkwardly, causing the blood to rush into Zoe’s ears at the bizarre praise.

“It…” She bit her tongue, unable to bring herself to admit to Katie exactly what had drawn her to a stop so violently. “… made me…”

“I’ll be… more gentle next time?”

Zoe didn’t respond, holding herself on her toes obediently, her pussy and nipples still tingling, numb with both pleasure and pain that had mixed into a bizarre cocktail of pure sensation without any ability for her to be able to tell the difference between the two.

Another uncomfortable silence dragged on between them before Katie breathed sharply, “Okay – I… can’t leave the cart and, you… can’t leave the cart…”

“I can’t move…” Zoe grumbled through gritted teeth, shifting her weight almost imperceivably from one spread leg to the other, balancing high on her arched feet.

“Can you try?”

Zoe’s ears burned, “No!”

“Just… even… lower your heels Zo? Please? I… its making you stand so...” Katie seemed to stumble over her words again, “It’s... freaking me out…”

The redhead whimpered but shook her head defiantly, her burning shame washing through her entire body, “I… I can’t…”

She heard Katie’s fingers drumming against the chariot, “Okay… I’m going to try and turn us around… and go back… ok?”

Zoe snorted with miserable derision before she nodded, her red ponytail bobbing violently even as she cursed under her breath – I don’t get a say!

“I just… I think if I squeeze this one it’s going to, like, make you go again so… like, I’m just… sorry?” Katie offered as Zoe felt her shoulders drop, daring to glance back at her in quiet resignation. “I mean, I’m sorry if, like… it’s just, I’ve never ridden a– I mean driven a… uh…” Katie stopped herself again, her eyes flashing with guilt as their gazes met, “…um… I just mean, this is new to me… I don’t know what any of this does…”

Zoe whimpered, feeling a timid angst in her core as she gazed back jealously at the blonde who’s hands were literally on her reigns. The blonde that got to wear clothes, while she was naked, the blonde that got to read, while she couldn’t, the blonde that got to drive while she was **** to run…

“Good ponygirls just run” she whispered softly to herself.

“What?”

“I said, um, it’s okay… just… please be gentle?”

Katie’s fingers tapped the chariot again in concern, “Does it… hurt?”

Zoe cringed, closing her eyes as she tried to stifle another pitiful mewl at the tingle throbbing still dancing through her clit but unable to bring herself to admit it, “Not if I’m good…” She swallowed down another bead of shame as her words lingered in the air again.

“Then I’ll be gentle,” The naked girl felt Katie’s weight shift in the cart behind her before she spoke with measured reassurance, “Are you ready?”

Zoe whimpered, her stomach tied in knots even as she reluctantly gave another shy nod, anticipating the first flick of the crop.

“Ok… in three… two…”

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