Bondage ponies

In the end you are sold on a bondage farm, where you have to pull carts like you were animals. You have a thick bitegag in your mouth and your arms bound behind you in armbinders. In your ass there is a giant buttplug. In your vagina there is a giant dildo. Both held in place by straps. And of course the yoke around your waist attached to the cart, and the pony boots that make every step a challenge.

Your only relief is the orgasms that you are seldom getting. Mostly as a form of reward after many months of hard work. But from those who are less fortunate it is depraved completely. Escape is of course impossible, as you are kept constantly attached to the carts you pull, led around on leashes, or you are locked in place in the farm like you were bantha.

As the years go by you learn to think of yourself as an object. Nothing more. Nothing less. At one point you realize you even stopped to think. If you are ordered, you react. If not, you are idle. But perhaps it is for the better. A life of a **** is a boring one anyways.

BAD END: PONY SLAVES