1. Tom - Racing Pony-girls.

 

Tom's eyes had been opened by his visit to the race track, followed by a visit to Sheik Salim Husni's Marquee. He had been travelling back and forth to Folito Island for nearly four years. The Tanaka brothers had been harnessing and using Pony-girls and Pony-boys for transporting goods on Folito Island for over five years.

They ran a regular taxi service for the inhabitants of Folito Port, all of whom worked on the estate for the Tanaka Tyre Company. He transported the original girls to the island where they were modified and trained. Then, he delivered the finished article to dozens of locations across the world.

However, he wasn't aware of the professional leagues and competitions that proliferated in locations like Dubai, Mexico and Prague, to name just a few. His chat with Sheik Salim Husni had been informative and piqued his interest in the sport, which he was keen to develop and pursue.

He had only watched two races that afternoon, but it was enough to make his blood race through his veins. And having seen the Sheik's champion racer, he saw how much further the Arabs had developed and transformed their Pony-girl's bodies and tack.

The Tanaka company was heading in a different direction, by concentrating on the latex skinning process. However, Tom was sure, with Takumi's help, he could develop some normal fillies on the island and challenge some of the better trainers who owned their own Pony-girls.

In order to be a successful Pony trainer, one had to make the leap from thinking you were dealing with human girls, to regarding the creatures as animals. It was a mind-set that he thought he would never make. But, when he visited the track and saw for himself how the creatures behaved and competed against one another, he decided he could easily accept their new animal status.

Penny was a good example. She enjoyed wearing the Puppy suit, which Hiroto had made especially for her, to satisfy a deep inner desire to be restrained and confined. Aiko discovered her in the suit and soon afterwards put her into Pony tack, which may well satisfy her confinement fetish and make her happy.

Tom guessed that Penny would therefore quickly become used to living and running if full Pony tack. Now that the Sheik had shown him what was possible, he decided that he would take a personal interest in Penny's development and save her from the alternate excesses that Aiko undoubtedly had planned for her.

He and Aiko were walking across the lawn toward the lodge and had to stop a couple of times to chat with their guests, who had arrived during the day with their Ponies and were staying in the tented village.

The clients had come from all over the world and enthused about their Ponies. In particular, they were looking forward to a chance to race against the Sheik's animals, who they had never seen on the island before.

Tom had been deep in thought for some time and was just about to put a proposal to Aiko, when she broke the silence.

"I wasn't going to mention the practice session to the Sheik, Tom, and what's this about Penny being a fast runner?" She asked, in a tone that unsettled him.

He decided to ignore her question. "Aiko, I've decided that I want to stay on the island for a while," he said, stopping at the steps of the summer house. The white circular structure held good memories for him, because it was there that he had fucked Penny on the swing and only just avoided being caught by Aiko.

"What on earth are you talking about!" she said, glaring at him.

Her blazing green eyes came alive, demanding an explanation from the tall captain.

"We must pause operations for at least a month, Aiko," he ventured, by way of explanation. "We have to let the inevitable questions about the brother's deaths die down, before we start shipping more caged girls onto the island.

"Tom, you can't be serious," she exclaimed. "Surely you know that we can't move forward or fulfil the outstanding orders, without another batch. You don't need to worry, we can handle the flack. Hitoshi left to return to Tokyo this afternoon and is more than capable of dealing with the bastard investigating agencies."

Tom wasn't very happy at being talked down to and was genuinely afraid of the authorities coming to the island.

"What are you going to do if the air accident investigation people come asking questions?"

"Tom, you know they have no jurisdiction on the island, because it's a sovereign territory," she said stepping up into the summer house and sitting down on the swing.

Tom followed her and playfully pushed the ropes, making the swing rock back and forth.

"You may not realize it," she said. "But my father now owns the island, so I'll always have the final word. Besides, I'm going to Tokyo to join Hitoshi, in a couple of days and if there's any problem, I'll deal with them."

"Aiko, I think we should keep the director's fillies here on the island," he said slowly and was surprised that she kept quiet, while he explained his idea. "You've seen them. They are perfect for your latex skinned programs. Tell the directors that they'll be returning without them and their task is to find replacements by the next Gala, in say 6 months' time."

"Mmmm, it's strange, but I was going to announce something similar to the directors later, once our guests had returned to their tents," she confided in the Englishman.

Tom pushed the swing again.

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, I thought we'd keep the slowest two from the handicap events tomorrow, but your idea makes a lot of sense. You don't need to stay Tom. I'll take care of everything." she insisted.

"No, I want to Aiko. I want to prepare and train three Ponies to the standard of Mystic, so we can compete on an even footing. Imagine the kudos around the Pony-girl world when they hear we have competitive animals."

"Mmmm," she hummed thoughtfully. "All our customers do appear to have caught the Pony bug."

"Also, when we hold the next event, I'll have three Ponies ready to race against the Sheik's champion, or any other top competitors that come to the island. If we have Folito Island animals running around the world, we'll be able to attract hundreds of more customers."

"Tom, it's a great ambition, but we haven't got any girls that come anywhere near the quality of that animal. Didn't you see what a thoroughbred she was? It must have taken him years to develop her rippling muscles."

"I watched Penny earlier and I'm convinced she'd make a champion racer!" Tom exclaimed, enthusiastically. "The girl has an amazing body."

"Huh, you have no idea!" Aiko scoffed. "Wait until you see Mystic run tomorrow and I guarantee that she'll wipe the floor with that little whore and all the other fillies our clients have brought!"

Tom hated her calling Penny a whore, but now that he was thinking about her as an animal, it didn't grate on his ear so much.

"You wait and see darling," he said, trying to appeal to her better nature, which was an almost impossible task. "I watched her run yesterday and she's got the legs of a racer."

"Tom, you're not having that little whore and that's the end of it," exclaimed Aiko. "She's perfect for the puppy program and once she's been through the laboratories, she'll no longer be a threat to either of us."

The dominatrix paused, while swinging back and forth, clearly deep in thought. A row of oil lamps encircled the summerhouse, casting a yellowish glow on the interior. Aiko's gleaming, black latex catsuit reflected the lights, creating the impression that flickering flames were dancing all over her body. He waited patiently and expectantly for her to decide on his Pony racing ideas.

"I think your idea of keeping the 9 PA's is a good one," she began. "I'll let you have the best two runners to train. I know Takumi will be over the moon, because he's been badgering me for months, to let him train some permanent racing Ponies at the lodge, ever since his PA got injured. I've been hoping to get him to start racing the latex skinned fillies, but events for them are years away."

Tom could see that he couldn't win the argument over Penny and decided to back down for the time being. He had got her to agree to let him have two ponies to train and who knows, he thought, she might change her mind when she sees Penny run in the Gala.

"Okay," he agreed. "The best two from the events tomorrow and I'll stay for a month to get things going. When I'm away, Takumi can take over and between us, we should be able to get a strict training regime in place."

"Mmmm, I don't know about a month Tom," she laughed slyly. But I do know that the Komoto sisters and Etsuko will be pleased, because they love driving the carts. Talking of Etsuko Tom, have you seen my sister?"

"I saw her about an hour before we walked down to see the Sheik," he replied.

"Come, let's go and find the girl," she cried, jumping from the swing. I need to arrange your reward for picking the winner and then make that announcement to the directors!"

Tom hurried after the enthusiastic woman, who was as impulsive as she was unpredictable. Mentioning her sister and a reward in the same sentence, took him back to the practice race, earlier. The little minx had shamefully removed her jodhpurs right in front of him and exposed her teenage pussy as she settled into the seat of the chariot.

There was no chance that Aiko was going to give her sister to him as a prize, but there was no harm in dreaming about it...

 

 

 

2. Etsuko - Humiliating behaviour.

 

Etsuko tried to lift her head and groaned when the pain from a splitting headache roared between her temples. She was in restraints!

"Rrrrrrrrr!" she cried, but her alarming cry was muffled because of an object in her mouth.

It felt like she was wearing Pony tack, for her head was covered in a leather hood and a metal bit filled her mouth. Pains rippled throughout her body, from her shoulders, down her back, to her ass. Whoever had fastened her to the Dais, had also thrust a dildo in her ass hole like a common Pony-girl.

Her knees were hooked up and strapped onto the brackets, thus exposing her sex to all asunder. She wondered if the perpetrator had violated her in any way, but because of all the other uncomfortable sensations, she couldn't tell.

The binding and strapping of her arms was the most painful part of the restraints. But, the hood, bridle, nipple clamps, posture collar and shaped bit were all equally diabolical parts of the tight body-hugging Pony tack.

"Ahhhhhhhrrr!" she cried out, but only succeeded in sounding like a pathetic animal.

What the fuck happened? She silently cursed again and again before realizing she needed to calm down. She was frustrated and wanted to tear someone apart, but that would have to wait. It took her a few minutes to get her shit together and to try and work out what had happened the previous night, after her encounter with the stable lad at the lodge.

She remembered him coming up to her on the patio and telling her that Tom wanted to meet her at the temporary Pony-girl stables. Foolishly, she hadn't expected a trap and the last thing she remembered was when the lad stepped out of the shadows and punched her in the face, knocking her out.

Etsuko was on the podium, previously occupied by Hiroto's PA, Penny. Putting two and two together, she reckoned that the stable lad, Toru, had enlisted the girl's help to get revenge on her for thrashing his ass. Ironically, she was wearing Penny's schoolgirl outfit when she walked down to the stables, hoping to meet Tom.

That meant the bitch was hiding somewhere, dressed in the distinctive clothes. As soon as she was set free, she would search for the girl and personally thrash her to within an inch of her life!

"Urrrrrrrrrrr!" she roared in a rage, trying to kick and shake the podium.

The racket got her nowhere, but she did get the attention of the other animals, who one by one, woke from their night's sleep. Etsuko didn't care and thought that if she was awake at the crack of dawn, then they should be too!

She guessed that it was about 6 o'clock in the morning. The light was dim and a heavy mist hugged the ground and swirled around the stable yard. She spent ages trying to get comfortable, but there was so little movement in her restraints, her struggling efforts hardly made a difference.

Eventually, a couple of stable lads sauntered into the yard, smoking, laughing and chatting together. She lifted her head and started banging her hooves against the rear corners of the wooden dais. Thud, Thud, Thud, Thud!

She didn't have much movement but was able to make enough noise to catch their attention. The pair looked over in her direction, but kept chatting and puffing on their cigarettes.

"Urrrrrrrrrrrrrr." Etsuko roared through her bit, despite the uncomfortable metal tab sitting on her tongue.

They again turned towards her and stopped what they were doing. The taller of the two, flicked his cigarette away and approached her. She waited and expected him to stop and look at her face and hopefully realize that his mistress had been imprisoned, but he didn't even look in her direction and instead, sauntered round behind her.

"What's the matter bitch?" enquired the young man, placing one warm hand on her cold butt.

His fingers traced along one of the welts, that either the stable lad, or Penny inflicted on her before they made their escape. He gave her pert cheeks a good squeeze and in the process igniting a stinging sensation that angered her intensely.

"Urrrrrrrr!" She raged.

"All right darling, hang on a mo," he said, dropping his hands to the top of her thighs. "We've got plenty of time. Practice doesn't start until seven thirty."

"Urrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" she roared again, trying to communicate her anger and outrage, at being touched by one of the hired hands.

"You are an impatient little bitch!" Within moments the lad's thumbs had slipped onto her thrusting lips and began rubbing her peeping line of inner flesh.

"Is that better? Do you like that?"

"Urrrrrrrrrr," she groaned, shaking her head.

"Fucking hell! There's no pleasing you lot." He took his hands away and she heard a zip being lowered.

A stool was dragged in behind her and the hands retuned higher up on her butt this time. Fuck! he's about to shaft me in broad daylight and there's nothing I can do about it!

"Urrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" she tried again, but he was already wiping his blunt crown up and down her labia.

"Ah, there you are," the boy laughed. "You temporary girls are so tight compared to the animals in the other stables."

She felt him take a grip on her minor lips and try and stretch them open even more, as though he was trying to open a packet of chocolate buttons. Moments later she felt his cock enter her soft entrance. Etsuko gasped, when after a slight pause he drove his thick shaft deep into her sizzling hot vagina.

"Fuck, what a shag..." he moaned appreciatively.

Once he had fully impaled her, the lad then had the audacity to lean forward and feel in the dip of the padded surface for her breasts. As soon as he had his hands full, he began to vigorously squeeze them!

"These are a bit small, but your ass makes up for it!" He laughed, then attacked her nipples.

"Urrrrrrrrrrr!" she cried again, but with less hope of stopping him. Either he was deliberately misinterpreting her angry noises, or he was getting off causing her pain.

She gave up complaining, when his hips began driving his cock back and forth in a firm, rhythmic stroke. The circumstances, the restraints and the enforced sex, ignited her hunger for intercourse and she was soon bucking from the effects of a series of powerful orgasms.

The second lad sidled up to see what his mate was up to. "Have you finished fucking this animal yet?" He stopped at the side of the podium and waited for his mate to pump jiz. "Come on, if we don't get them fed and down to the track before seven-thirty, Kartu will thrash our butts!"

Kartu! Where the fuck was the fat trainer when she needed him? When he eventually turned up, Etsuko was sure he would recognize her and realize what had happened. Outraged as she was, Etsuko felt a pang of disappointment when the lad shot his load, withdrew and walked away from the dais.

It was a humbling experience to be treated like an animal and left alone with her ass and sex exposed. To occupy her mind, she began to think up ways of punishing Penny and Toru, when she eventually caught up with them.

The lads started feeding the Ponies at the other end of the line and appeared to enjoy the discomfort of their charges. She watched the disgusting process of shoving the small end of a funnel into their mouths and then pouring the yellow slop in the large end, until the filly had consumed a measured amount. All the ponies coughed and sputtered their way through the meal, but in the end, they had to swallow what they were given.

Finally, the pair arrived in front of her, carrying the liquid food.

"Hold still," the taller lad said gruffly, clearly fed up with the task they were doing.

He offered the end of funnel to her mouth only to miss his target when she somehow managed to shake her head within the tight collar and bridle.

"Stupid fucking animal!" cursed the lad, when he nearly dropped the implement.

"Yoshi, give me that," said the shorter lad. "You hold her head still, while I feed her."

Yoshi handed over the funnel and then took a firm grip on Etsuko's bridle, making it impossible for her to avoid the other lad pushing the funnel into her mouth. She tried to struggle again, but Yoshi held both her and the funnel, while his partner poured the liquid into the larger end.

She coughed and spluttered as the foul, thick liquid, pulsed into her throat, but she couldn't stop the flow and had to swallow it. She glared into their grinning faces and made a mental note to change their expressions, as soon as she was freed by Kartu.

The lads finally pulled the funnel from her mouth, having made sure she drank more than the other fillies as punishment for struggling and kicking off. They returned to the other end of the line and began removing the Pony-girls from the daises and line them up in the courtyard.

The first three were connected to the lightweight chariots that had been used the previous day for the races, while the others were being connected, using long lengths of heavy chain, between their collars. Etsuko noted that the stupid animals were well behaved and allowed the lads to connect the chains without making a fuss.

The lads eventually came to her dais, carrying the chain for her collar. One lad released the padlock connecting her collar to the podium and connected the chain, while the other switched her corset on and released her legs, before lifting them out of the brackets. Etsuko sighed with relief and deliberately gave the impression she was cooperating.

However just after she had been helped off the podium and led halfway toward the end of the line, the angry teenager suddenly jerked the chain from the lad's grasp and ran off toward the path that led up to the lodge. She was lucky to avoid tripping over the chain but couldn't avoid it trailing between her legs and rubbing painfully in her unprotected labium cleft.

"Yoshi," shouted the shorter stable hand. "We got a runner!"

Etsuko, having got a head start, thought she could make it as far as the lodge and alert someone to what had been done to her, before they caught her. Unfortunately, she had only just reached the gravel pathway when she lifted her shoulders a little too high. Zaaaaaaap!

"Urrrrrrrrrrr!" she moaned, shuddering to a halt and collapsing in a heap on the ground.

A surge of electricity, via contacts within the corset, tore through her body, almost paralysing her muscles for a moment. Her befuddled mind was overwhelmed by the disabling effect of the jolt and left her trembling and twitching uncontrollably. She gaped, open mouthed, at the grinning stable hands when they arrived on the scene.

"Fucking stupid animal! You should have known that your corset would zap you if you lifted your shoulders too high!" the tall youth laughed. "Come on Osama let's get her back into line."

Each lad took a shoulder and hauled her to her feet, before leading her back to the courtyard, where they attached her to the back of the line. She had only just recovered by the time the line of Ponies started to trudge their way down to the race course. The short stable boy, Osama, armed with a leather whip, followed Etsuko out of yard.

Etsuko was in a dark place, which worsened when she was made to move faster, after the lad swatted her sashaying buttocks with a flat horizontal stroke.

"Muuuumph," she complained, kicking out at him without thinking.

The chain went taut and as he raised his arm once more, she tried to move sideways to avoid the next blow, when, CRACK!

"Neeeeeeeei!" she screamed and leapt forward, when her butt exploded with pain. The lad had flicked the whip, snapping the tip right in the centre of her right ass cheek.

"Urrrrr!" Etsuko roared in frustration, unable to escape the lad's outrageous treatment.

The teenager plodded along, gradually getting used to the long striding animal-like lope. Being bent and exposed was bad enough, but having to constantly watch the animal's ass in front of her, only made her angrier, because the lad behind her had exactly the same view.

To add insult to injury, she could feel the stable lad's seed seeping from her quim and trickling down the inside of her thighs. Then, horror of horrors, one of the animals released a stream of steaming piss, making her feel the need to pee. However, she was determined not to let the lad with the whip have the pleasure of seeing her act like an animal.

The gravel pathway wound its way down the side of the orchard and then emerged on a bank above the racing track. The lad directed the first three fillies and their chariots to go straight down to the track, while the front Pony on the tethered line was steered along the bank to a rail, where they rested the temporary Ponies during the race.

Etsuko was the last one to be fastened to the rail and wondered how long she would have to wait before Kartu or her sister turned up to set her free. The teenager was raging inside, which took her mind off the various pains that resonated throughout her body.

Finally, she couldn't hold it in any longer and after spreading her hoofs, sighed with relief when the contents of her bladder gushed noisily onto the ground.

 

 

3. Aiko - Missing sister.

 

"Where the hell is that girl!" Aiko asked, while striding up and down the patio, whacking a crop against the side of her knee length boot.

She had donned a bright red latex dress that was tight around the bust and short above the knee. It was an unusual design, because the soft, filmy latex skirts hung from under her breasts in a baby doll style. When she turned the skirts swished around her thighs seductively.

She looked at the blank faces of the three men, Tom, Moto and Takumi, who were sitting together drinking coffee, and knew they were studying her lithe form and undressing her in their imaginations. Sakkara and Masumi were standing, chatting together by the rail, waiting expectantly for the Sheik to arrive. The only other activity at that time in the morning was the kitchen staff scurrying around setting the tables for breakfast.

No one had seen her sister since she returned from a trip to the Summerhouse with Goro the previous night. The director had rather shamefacedly admitted walking around the gardens with the teenager but insisted that nothing had happened. After drawing a blank, Aiko tracked Kartu down and tasked him with finding the stupid girl!

She wanted the Sheik to meet her sister and as it was nearly 8 o'clock, she was afraid Etsuko would miss him when he stopped by for breakfast. Aiko hadn't had time to track her teenage sister down the previous night, because she had had to make an awkward announcement to the directors.

Enslaving their personal assistants hadn't gone down too well, because some of them were sexually active and emotionally involved with each of their PA's. But, when Aiko reminded them of the wealth that they had earned and were about to earn from the company, the problems were soon smoothed over by adding a few sweeteners.

The company had made sure that the PA's were under contract to perform as Pony-girls once a month. What the girls hadn't realized was that clauses in the small print gave the company carte-blanche to manipulate the terms, as they saw fit.

Each one of the girls had been selected because of their anonymity in the world. The company had become their family and therefore they wouldn't be missed by anyone other than their work colleagues. There was a queue of suitable girls waiting to replace them so she was sure that the directors would have filled the positions by the next full board meeting.

Aiko looked up to see Kartu striding up the gravel pathway from the direction of the stables. His large round face and bald head were flushed as if he had been jogging. The big man had been a successful sumo wrestler and BJ had hired him when he retired from the professional game. He was a good man to have around and handled all the security on the island extremely efficiently.

"Miss!" he gasped. "Bad news. I couldn't find anyone who's seen her, until I questioned one of the kitchen staff. The lad was out on the lawn last night for a smoke and thinks he saw Etsuko with young Toru from the stables, heading over toward the tented village."

"What's bad about that? Aiko scoffed. "It's her MO to entice these lads away from their duties and fuck their brains out. You showed me the evidence yourself."

"Yes, yes Miss," Kartu, inhaled while he paused. "But she would never be doing something like that with this lad Miss."

"Why ever not, is he gay?"

"Er yes, I mean no. The thing is, yesterday, I caught your sister thrashing this particular lad in the wood yard. If I hadn't of stopped her, she might have maimed the poor lad for life!" he sighed.

"What the fuck's going on Kartu?" she raged. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? Go and find the lad and bring him here. If he was the last person to see her, I want to talk to him now."

"Yes Miss, I'll go down to the accommodation block and drag him out of bed." He bowed and then hurried back the way he came.

Aiko strode over to the Komoto sisters, who had been silently listening to her discussion with Kartu. They had donned their lightweight golden-yellow racing tunics, which had their names in fancy black lettering, printed on the back.

A similar garment with Etsuko's name lay on the table in front of the sisters. The short smocks were made from embroidered tulle and were virtually transparent, deliberately so, to showcase their youth and beauty. It was a necessity in the sport for racing drivers to have bare asses so that the trainers could send messages through their labia during the race. Messages that often turned into punishments!

"Sakkara, Masumi," I want you to go down to the track and organize the exercise session, while Kartu fetches this lad. He'll be along and take over as soon as we've sorted this out."

Masumi turned her flashing hazel eyes toward Aiko and a look of disappointment came over her face.

Although the sisters were extremely close, they were actually like chalk and cheese. Sakkara, 22, had a dominant character, while her 21-year-old sister, Masumi, had a submissive nature. Sakkara had Jet black hair from her Tanaka blood on her father's side, while the younger sister had strawberry blonde hair, inherited from her mother, who was half Swedish.

The girls were both slim and average height, but it was a strange quirk of nature that the younger sister Masumi had been blessed with full hand tits and hazel eyes, while her older sibling had to make do with much smaller breasts and green eyes, like her own. Masumi was the more attractive and sexier of the two, and it was usually her that the men first looked toward, when they appeared on the scene.

Aiko was close to the girls and had known them since they were children. Her Father, Professor Yamada and her step mother had given them a home after their parents had died in a car accident. Their father was a cousin of the Tanaka brothers, which is why everyone in the company was so fond of them.

"Oh, we wanted to meet the Sheik, Miss," protested Masumi, who was usually the less forthright of the two sisters.

"You'll meet him soon enough girls," she chided them, "Hurry now and make sure all the fillies get time on the track."

Aiko watched the sisters pick up their short whips from the table and skip down the steps onto the gravel pathway, before heading off toward the race track. They both had tight muscular asses, which looked impressive in their semi-transparent, tulle racing tops. The dominatrix found it difficult to tear her eyes away from Masumi's delightful sashaying buttocks, for she fancied the younger sister with a passion.

Her plan had been to treat Tom to a sex feast during the night, by inviting Etsuko to join them in an erotic threesome, but because her sister hadn't turned up, she employed the sisters in her salacious scheme and had a foursome! Tom had the time of his life and when he emerged for breakfast, he couldn't help showing signs of having been ravished mercilessly.

However, Moto and Hitoshi both appeared fed up at having been excluded from her bed for a night. She would have to remind them that Tom would be returning to his ship in a week or two and then things would return to normal.

The sound of hooves on gravel alerted the group that a cart was approaching. Aiko leant over the guardrail and confirmed that it was indeed the Sheik, driving a cart she had loaned him. The three men joined her at the rail and watched the Sheik approach, pulled by two beautiful, perfectly matched animals. The Pony-girls were yoked and fastened into identical, purple leather harnesses, hoods, bridles and head plumes.

Aiko's arousal level ramped up a few notches, when she observed her very own sexual fantasy approaching! The moment the cart pulled to a stop, she stepped down to the gravel track.

"Salim! What a magnificent pair of Ponies!" she exclaimed casting her eye over the pair of panting animals. "Come let's have some breakfast."