Ponygirl Playtime

Melissa DuVant

Copyright © Melissa DuVant

 

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All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure invention.

 

 

Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Chapter 1: Making a Pony

Chapter 2: Being a Pony

Chapter 3: A Day at the Stables

Chapter 4: Parade Display

Chapter 5: Cart-and-Pony Show

Chapter 6: Finishing Steps

About the Author

Taming the Twins Chapter 8: An Enforced Break

Acknowledgements

To James Dempsey - thanks for commissioning this!

 

Chapter 1: Making a Pony

Susannah parked up, looking through the tinted windows at the farm - it didn't seem to have changed much, with the same, slightly rickety, stables, corrugated iron roofs and dark brick walls. A large paddock held horses, munching on grass, tails flicking to keep the flies away. When she opened up the door, the heat hit like a hammer, pushing away the air-conditioned coolness, and she fanned herself with a hand.

Her smart black boots crunched on the gravel as she looked around, smiling at the youthful memories. And then she heard hoofbeats slamming on the ground, turning to see a large roan horse running towards her, hooves kicking up a trail of dust. Riding on the horse's back was a young woman, blonde hair streaming out, skin tanned, wearing a loose shirt, tied to show her lean and bare belly, and work jeans. The horse approached, before coming to a stop, the woman dismounting with an easy movement, jumping to the floor and then embracing Susannah. She smelled of horse-flesh and the sweat of work, a stark contrast with Susannah's carefully maintained blouse and stylish jeans. Her face was partially shaded by her hat, keeping the sun from her eyes.

'You came!'

Susannah could feel the rough callouses on the woman's hands, gasping slightly from the skin-stingingly friendly back-slap, taking a moment to collect herself. The other woman hugged her, Susannah hugging her back, before they separated.

'Well, I thought it would be nice to see the old place again. And you, of course - how long has it been, Kathleen?'

'Just "Kath" is fine! And it must be... four, five years? When you suddenly left...'

'Yeah, well, stuff happened...' Being caught fooling around with Kath had gotten her in trouble - apparently having fun with your half-sister wasn't allowed! 'But it's good to be back.'

Kath turned away, towards the horse, patting it's bulky flank, before starting to unstrap the saddle, fingers sliding along the smooth leather, making softly soothing noises to reassure it.

'So, what's it like being in charge? This is all yours now, isn't it?' Susannah managed to keep the note of jealousy from her voice, but it should be hers - she was the oldest, after all! And had grown up here, just the same as Kath had.

'There's been a lot to take in. But I think I'm on top of it now.' She sighed, patting the horse again, the saddle now over her shoulder. 'Some times I think it would be easier to be one of the horses - get saddled up and ridden, get fed and looked after. All nice and easy!'

Susannah leaned in, pressing herself closely against Kath again, kissing her on the lips, lightly stroking one breast, feeling the small mound through the shirt, enjoying Kath's shiver as she held the kiss.

'It's been a while, but we could always carry on where we left off.' She slid a hand around Kath's waist, pulling her close in, the saddle bumping between them, staring into Kath's eyes, feeling the warmth of the other woman's tanned body. 'I've even bought a few special toys with me. Things that might let you try being a horse, just for a little while. I'll even look after the farm while you're... otherwise engaged.'

She felt Kath tense up, but the woman didn't pull away, looking up at her, hat covering part of her face.

'Oh? What do you mean?'

Susannah took the saddle from Kath, the leather warm beneath her hands, putting it atop a fence, making sure it was stable, then walking around to the boot of her car and gesturing at Kath.

'Come.'

She smiled as Kath obediently obeyed, standing next to her as she opened up the boot. Next to her suitcase were stacks of latex and leather, with lots of buckles and straps, glinting in the light.

'I thought you might need a break, so got some recreational items for us to use. A bit better than fumbling around the back of the barn and hoping not to get caught!' She picked up a strap, a bit dangling downwards, before pushing it lightly against Kath's lips. Her mouth opened, letting her push the leather-wrapped bar into place, teeth biting down. 'See? You'd make such a good little pony. And it looks like you could do with a break - you're looking a bit tired.' She patted Kath on the head, pulling off the cowboy hat and putting it on herself. Kath twisted her head, pushing the bit out of her mouth, Susannah wiping it clean.

'So, uh... what is all of this? Is this what they do in the big city?'

'Sometimes. Although there's not much space for it here!' She took in a deep breath, enjoying the sweet, clean air - after the grimy, smog-filled city air, it was delicious. 'So, do you want to relax a little? Be a good little pony-girl?'

Indecision wavered over the smaller woman's face, her shoulders tensing up, before relaxing, and she nodded. 'Uh, OK... So, what do I need to do?'

Susannah kissed her again, leaning into it, tasting her half-sister's lips, tongues sliding together before they parted. 'You'll need to be naked first. And then I can prepare you.'

A flush came over Kath's face, tanned cheeks tinting pink, hands coming up to cover her breasts, as she looked away from Susannah in shame.

'It's nothing I haven't seen before. Although I am looking forward to seeing how you've changed since I've left.' She put the bit down, before picking up a latex bodysuit and shaking it out, the slippery material flapping out, a hollow and empty human shape. 'Now get to it!'

Kath's hands moved, slowly, unbuttoning her shirt, keeping her shoulders hunched, the shirt hanging open to reveal more soft, brown skin, an uneven tan-line around her breasts.

'Do I... do I have to...?'

Susannah put the suit down, careful to keep it in the boot, not wanting to get it dirty on the ground, turning back to Kath and taking her in an embrace. She pushed her leg between Kath's, keeping her half-sister's legs parted, pushing her slightly off balance, using one arm to keep her up, pulling at the shirt with the other, tugging it away from Kath's body. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath, her petite breasts firm and soft, without needing any support.

Kath made a gentle whimpering sound, but didn't protest or resist, as Susannah leaned in and kissed one nipple, soft and slow, rolling her tongue around the nub, lightly biting it, then releasing it.

'I'm a lot more experienced than before, so we can have a lot more fun together.' She kissed Kath, hard now, on the side of the neck, feeling the blood pumping in her neck, as her breathing increased. 'So just be a good little girl, and obey me.'

She pushed Kath away, leaning back against the car, watching as Kath gasped, not meeting Susannah's eyes, hands slowly moving towards her jeans, unbuckling the belt. Her breathing was fast now, chest heaving in rapid pants.

'I want to see, so don't turn away!'

Kath slowly turned to face, her, pulling her jeans down, slowly revealing slightly sweaty panties, snug against her body. She had to bend awkwardly to tug her boots off, her movements restrained by having her jeans around her knees, the stiff leather getting put aside, then her socks, before she could actually get her jeans off.

'And your panties. A horse doesn't wear clothes, do they?'

Kath took a deep breath, hooking her thumbs into the waistband and slowly pulling them down, revealing a slight dusting of blonde pubic hair around her slit, standing awkwardly on one leg for a moment, before peeling them off. She stood there, utterly naked, face now burning red, visible even through the tan, one hand covering her breasts, the other moving over her crotch, slightly hunched over.

Susannah stepped in close, tapping the woman's chin with her finger, forcing her to look up, and kissing her on the lips again, before stroking at Kath's body. It was even hotter now, the woman's breathing coming in rapid, strained pants, her whole body flushed.

'Oh? If you want to be a horse, then you should be used to being naked. Now, let's get you hosed down. Open wide for your bridle.'

Before Kath could protest, Susannah had pushed the leather-wrapped bar against her mouth, behind the teeth, then strapping it into place, with reins dangling down.

'Mphhh!' A grunt came from behind the bit, Kath's teeth biting down onto the bar. Susannah pulled on the reins, forcing Kath to move as well, pulling her towards the fence, near the water-trough, then tying the reins around the wood.

'Mphhh? Mphhh!' Susannah was still trying to cover herself with just her hands,

'I hope you won't be a naughty horse! Otherwise you might need more training.'

'Mphhh?'

Susannah picked up the hose and used it to spray Kath down, blasting the water over her body, cleaning off any sweat and grime. It was cold, Kath protesting more through the bit-gag, twisting her body to try and protect herself. Susannah targeted Kath's hands, forcing them away from her breasts and crotch, then targeting the now-exposed areas, until she was satisfied that Kath was clean, stopping the water.

There was an old towel draped over the fence - Susannah made soothing noises as she picked it up and approached Kath, drying the woman off, using her hands to stop Kath from shielding herself.

'Shhh, shhh. Let me look after you - just be a good little horsey.' She rubbed the towel over Kath's breasts, wiping them dry, then moving it between Kath's legs, making the woman shiver and twitch. Her body was so deliciously soft and warm! 'Now, your new skin first, now you're nice and clean.' She gave Kath's body another wipe-down, before getting the latex bodysuit. 'This will make you nice and shiny. And then the harnesses. Left leg first!'

She opened the body up, stretching it out, holding it up so that Kath could push one leg into place, her own skin getting swallowed up and consumed within the slick darkness.

'This will give you a nice, glossy hide! And help keep your own skin nice and protected.' She pulled the other leg on, glad that the inside was already powdered, making it easy to pull on over Kath's body.

As Kath protested again, mumbling into her bit-gag, unable to form words, Susannah stroked and comforted her, sliding her own hand over Kath's suntanned belly, feeling the muscles there, honed from countless hours of horseback riding.

The suit had gaps for the crotch and ass, and Kath stopped wriggling as Susannah drew it up over her hips, the material flatteringly tight, giving Kath a perfect, shiny skin, with buckles on the shoulders and wrists. It compressed in against the natural curve of her waist and hips, as it enveloped her body. As it moved over her breasts, Susannah moved closer in, gently puffing on Kath's ear, enjoying the sensuous shiver she provoked, Kath's scent erotic and powerful, as she squirmed, slowly getting sealed into her new skin. As it came up over Kath's breasts, she wriggled again, Susannah giving her backside a swift spank, the taut flesh tensing up beneath her fingers.

'Shh, shhh. Just be a good pony-girl.' Susannah kept stroking at Kath's body, calming her as she kept pulling the suit on, enjoying the play of muscles beneath her hands, Kath tense but not resisting, as her arms were fed into the sleeves. Once it was on, then Susannah zipped up the back, sealing it around Kath's neck.

'Now, horses don't have hands. And I don't want you trying to get free! So let's get a nice little harness on you. Nice and snug and tight.' She went back to the boot and got the harness, leather straps and metal rings jangling slightly, as well as the other items she needed, filling her arms. Kath was moving slightly, finding how the suit resisted her, twisting her shoulders around. Her eyes went wide as she saw the harness, and she backed away slightly, looking fearful, the reins tightening, as far as it could go.

Susannah moved in close again, putting everything except the harness on the ground, shaking it loose, getting it the right way round. 'This will suit you perfectly. I had it made just for you - it doesn't look like you've gained any weight.' She stepped around, moving behind Kath, pulling the harness around her waist and buckling it tightly, the straps tight enough to dig into the latex. More straps ran around Kath's breasts, above and below, snug and firm, more buckles tightening into place around Kath's back.

She wriggled, gently tensing up beneath the extra restraints, testing her movement, Susannah smiling, enjoying the feeling underneath her fingertips, firm muscles sheathed in latex. More straps went between Kath's legs, cinching tightly between her thighs, pushing against her skin, exposing her pussy. Susannah stroked her palm against Kath's crotch, feeling the short fuzz of pubic hair, teasing her finger over the slit, now starting to heat up.

'Your hands aren't right. A horse can't pick things up!'

There was a metal ring in the middle of Kath's back, and Susannah fed a leather cord through it, tying it tightly onto the rings on each shoulder, forcing them to be tucked in tightly.

'That's a good start, but not quite. Let me just deal with your hands properly.' She picked up a leather sack, and then grabbed one of Kath's hands, shoving it in, feeling Kath's hand bundle into a fist. She hooked it over the wrist-buckle, more cords letting her tie it, making it tight and secure, making sure there was as little slack as possible. 'Now the other one.'

Kath tried to shift away, but couldn't move very fast, Susannah easily grabbing the other hand and bundling it into the sack-glove, turning it into a useless lump. With her shoulders bound behind her back, all she could was move her arms a little, unable to even reach her face anymore.

'That should stop you taking your bridle off, or causing any other problems. Although let me just restrict you a little more...' She dragged Kath in close, running another strap through the harness ring on the woman's belly, tethering it against both wrists, limiting her range of movement even more.

'Now, what next? Oh yes, a pony has hooves, not feet, don't they?'

She stroked her hand between Kath's legs, feeling a growing heat there, along with a faint warmth.

'Are you in heat?'

Kath made a strange, throaty noise from behind her gag, her eyes wide, head rising and falling in time with her panting. Susannah smiled, kissing Kath on the forehead, before leaning over to pick up one of the hoof-boots - knee-high black leather, bent so that the wearer had to walk on their toes, with a large lump under the sole of the foot.

'Leg up.'

Kath whimpered but obeyed, lifting her leg up, leaning against the fence for support, Susannah guiding the woman's leg into the boot, then tightening them up, pulling on the laces to make them nice and snug. She gave them a tug, making sure that they wouldn't slip loose, carefully putting Kath's foot, or at least her toes, back into contact with the ground.

Her balance was wobbly now, as she leaned more heavily on the fence, struggling to lift her other foot properly.

'You're going to need to work on your balance more. A good pony shouldn't wobble around!'

The other boot slid into place, fitting snugly along Kath's calf, the leather smooth and tight, then getting laced tightly into place.

'That should stay in place. Now, what next? Oh yes - a pony has a tail, doesn't it?' Staring at Kath, she picked up a buttplug, fat rubbery balls with a horse's tail on the other end.

Kath's eyes went wide. 'Mpphh?!' She shook her head, raising her restrained hands, trying to pull on her gag, but unable to even reach.

'Don't worry, I'll lube it up. I suppose we never got to experiment with that hole, did we? I'll be gentle. And you can be a cute little pony.'

Kath's panting got even more intense, the reins taut, but the cords were strong enough to resist her, her arms still twisting in their restraints. Susannah picked up a bottle of lube, holding up the plug so that Susannah could see it and squirting lube down on it, shiny and slippery. She massaged it over the lumps, coating the plug with a thick layer of it, before approaching the panting and shivering Kath. She shrank away, eyes fixated on the plug, thighs tight.

Susannah spun Kath around, the hoof-boots making her easy to unbalance. The plug she shoved against Kath's asshole, feeling the muscular ring resist it, but the lube made it slippery, and she slowly pushed it inside, ignoring Kath's whining and gasping. The first ball slipped inside, going past it's widest point, Kath's body swallowing up the rest of it.

'Shhh, don't worry. Just relax, and soon you'll have a nice tail.' She tightened her grip around Kath's waist, continuing to shove the plug into her. The next ball went inside, Susannah holding it partway-in, enjoying the whimpers that Kath was making, before letting it slide deeper in. 'Just a few more, and then it'll be all the way in. You'll enjoy that, won't you?' She gave it a twist, one of the boots rising up and then stamping down onto the ground, Susannah able to feel the impact through her own body.

'Just a little more!' A third ball went inside, Kath's body eagerly swallowing it up, and then another. The tail was now close to Kath's backside, just one more ball to go. Susannah brushed Kath's hair aside, planting a kiss on the top of her spine. 'I'll have to tie this up as well, give you a nice ponytail. That would be appropriate, wouldn't it?' She pulled on the plug, sliding a ball out, feeling the resistance as it passed the tipping point, and then shoving it and then the final ball in, leaving just the tail poking out, like a brush.

'There we go. Just the blinkers, and then I can take you for a walk.' She reached around Kath, sliding her hands over the smooth body, cupping the pert breasts, enjoying the sensation of Kath's rapid panting. 'A good pony should be proud of her tail, shouldn't she? But a pony might see things that panic her, so should have her vision limited.'

She had to grab Kath's hair to stop her shaking her head around, taking a firm grip, feeling Kath straining beneath her hand. Getting the blinkers into place with just one hand was a struggle, the leather pads needing readjusting several times before she managed to get their position right, buckling them behind Kath's head.

'There we go! Now, time for my pony's first walk. And if she obeys, she might get a reward.' She reached through Kath's thighs, twisting her fingers to feel at the woman's pussy, finding it hot and ready. 'She's definitely in heat! I don't think I'll let a stallion have her though - I'll keep her for myself.' She teased Kath a little more, enjoying the yielding, slick tightness of Kath's slit, and the faint whimper as she withdrew the finger, before untying the reins.

'A nice easy walk to start with. I want to see your knees nice and high.'

She pulled Kath away from the post, turning around and walking backwards. Kath's balance was wobbly, unused to the hoof-boots, trying to stay upright. But she obeyed, lifting her knee high before bringing it down, managing her first step.

'Good girl, good girl! Now, let's keep going.' Susannah pulled on the reins, pulling Kath forward, enjoying the sight of the tail swishing with every step, Kath's body lean and sexy, swathed in the latex and the harness.

 

 

Chapter 2: Being a Pony

Kath tensed up, acutely aware of her near-nakedness. She was still wearing the harness, pressing more tightly against her body, running above and below her breasts, around her hips, and on the insides of her thighs. She could feel the tail-plug, pushed deep inside of her, the balls lodged within her bowels, impossible to force out. The tail flicked around as she moved, whisking against her legs, keeping the flies away. Her arms were strapped in place, greatly limiting her movements - whenever she moved her arms, the cord behind her back tightened, and the one in front of her limited her even more. Of course, with her hands in the leather sacks, she couldn't pick anything up, even if she had more range of movement! And a high, stiff collar around her neck limited her movement there, keeping her vision focused ahead of herself.

None of this was as bad as the boots though - the stiff soles bent her feet upwards, forcing her to walk on her toes. Her legs ached and strained, throbbing and sore. She was used to horse-riding, her thighs strong and firm, but nothing like this, and not for so long! Having to lift her knees high with every step had gotten easier over time, but still made her legs ache and throb.

Other than that, she was naked, unable to cover herself up, the sun warm hot on her skin, making her sweat. Not that she was sure even how long it had been. Time had been blurry, even since she had been put into the outfit. She knew she'd had it pulled off a few times, to be hosed down, a harsh brush scrubbed against her skin, her limbs bound to the stall to prevent her escaping, the blinkers still in place. She was starting to get used to the restricted vision, moving her entire body whenever she wanted to see something, the collar stiff around her neck, preventing her turning her head to see.

She could still hear though - Susannah was behind her, swinging a crop through the air, the thing whistling. It made Kath tense up, having felt it slap against her skin far too many times. The latex suit didn't seem to offer any protection against the hits, even though it made her movements harder, and kept her too hot, unable to properly sweat or vent heat. And with the gag in place, then she couldn't breath properly either, her mouth wedged partially-open by the bar. Her teeth dug into the leather wrapping, able to feel the harder leather beneath, as she tensed up, anticipating another strike.

'Nice and high, little pony!'

She forced herself to get her knees high, taking another prancing step forward. She could feel sweat trickling over her body, her exertions heating up her, the leather and metal of the harness drinking in the bright sunlight, getting hotter and hotter. Her arms tugged and strained on the cords binding them, not finding any more slack there, trapped hands flailing at the air, hot and sticky within the sack-gloves.

Susannah pressed up against her from behind, wrapping a hand over her chest, stroking at a breast. Just that light touch made her heart flutter - she'd been trapped and bound for so long, without being allowed to touch herself, that she could feel a permanent yearning between her legs, a dampness between her thighs that wasn't just sweat. Her nipple hardened against the touch, Susannah squeezing, rubbing it between her fingers. It made her heart beat even faster, her vision swimming just from the light touch.

And then it moved downwards, sliding over her skin, and then touching between her thighs, lightly touching against her damp slit. She hissed in a deep breath, feeling herself sucking in spit from behind the gag, her head swimming. She couldn't resist her hips forward, wanting more stimulation there. The fingers didn't penetrate her though, just sliding over her lips, disrupting her thoughts, making it even harder to think.

'You've been a good pony, and it's a hot day, so I'll let you have some water. But remember, ponies don't talk!' The tail was tugged, the fat rubber balls starting to slide out, spreading her asshole wide, making her gasp again, wriggling around. When it was released, her body swallowed it up again, the lump sliding back into her, keeping her insides stuffed.

Then a hand slid along the back of her head, finding the bit-straps and releasing them. The pressure faded from Kath's jaw, the bit sliding from between her teeth. Before she could speak, a water-bottle appeared in front of her, getting pushed into her mouth, and she suckled at it, glad of the water, slaking her thirst. It was murky and gritty, mixed in with some kind of dietary supplement. She could feel it, cool and refreshing, sluicing down her throat.

As she was watered, Susannah continued to stroke between her legs, making her heat up against the harness, shivering with desire, stamping at the ground.

'Good little pony! Nice and eager - you really are in heat!'

 

About the Author and Artist

Melissa DuVant writes a variety of BDSM-inspired stories, such as Digital Slave and is one of the co-writers of the St Michael's University setting. When not writing, she is generally planning RPG campaigns, reading or cooking.

 

 

Taming the Twins Chapter 8: An Enforced Break

Working as a tutor is hard work - especially when your students are bratty little rich sluts that refuse to take orders! Akari has been hired to train Marissa and Carissa, heirs to the Sanderhilt fortune, to make them obedient and proper young ladies. Unfortunately, the two of them are more used to being in charge than being ordered around, and so Akari is going to have to take harsh measures to keep the pair of them in line!

 

Akari stretched, working through a yoga routine, twisting her arms behind her body and pressing her palms together, holding the pose while keeping her breathing slow and regular. In front of her, suspended from the ceiling, were two black sleep-sacks, harnesses dangling from hooks to spread the weight of the twin's bodies. It had been almost a week - in that time, the only breaks from the sensory deprivation had been forced enemas, and then she had put them back in. The sleek leotard she wore hugged against her body, snug and tight against her breasts, high on her hips, making her feel graceful and light.

One of the sacks shivered as she watched, the outline of limbs appearing for a moment as the occupant stirred - she knew, from personal experience, that consciousness tended to get blurry after a few hours, dreaming and waking blending together, brain getting mushy. Getting them in had been a struggle! The first twin had resisted, even after being hooded, throwing her weight around and kicking around, managing to hit out at Akari's shins, bruising them, needing multiple shots from a stun-gun to settle down. And the second had been even worse, screaming through her gag, trying to wriggle away!

Even when they had been suspended, it had taken almost a day for them to stop fighting, the sacks writhing and twitching, dark cocoons dangling down. Their mouths were both stuffed heavily enough that they couldn't make more than weak grumbles, but the two of them had sounded off in an unnerving synchronicity, despite the ear-muffs that should have deafened them from each other. Eventually, though, they had gone silent, each falling into separate rhythms, the sacks only occasionally twitching around, as the woman inside briefly roused from her stupor, straining against the binding material.

They should both have been softened up by now - after their recent behavior, they would learn that consequences would be applied to them! She dropped down to the floor, bending her legs behind her head and grabbing her ankles, pulling herself into a hogtie position. And then she could return to her Master! This job had kept her away to long, she wanted to go home, to have his ropes slide over her body and tighten up, pressing and pinching against her. The thought made her shiver, and she bit her lip, trying to focus, and ignore the throbbing from between her legs.

With the twins out of the way, she'd done some cleaning herself, filling another two skips with assorted junk and rubbish, more rooms now usable, if dirty, and had unearthed even more equipment. The sheer wastefulness of the girls, buying so many toys, and then just discarding them! Of the clothing she had found, certain choice items she had laid out here - tight mini-skirts, skimpy crop-tops and blouses, lingerie that wasn't too damaged or musty.

One of the sacks shivered again, elbows straining forward, knees appearing as morning sunlight shone against the black surface. Akari leaned over, grabbing her toes and holding the position, her legs spread, the sound of struggling making her smile, as she switched to the other leg.

They had probably been in there long enough - after so long with their senses starved, cut off from the outside world, they should be more receptive to training. And in need of a shower! That long inside the sacks would have made them both stinky and grimy. Well, they seemed able to live in squalor and dirt, so they should be able to manage!

She looked between the sacks, secured to the ceiling with straps, feet held off the floor, the occupants straitjacketed as well, before walking towards the one that was slowly wriggling, then gave it a shove. It swung slightly, swaying to and fro, the legs visibly tensing up.

It would be easier to do the other one first then, to let this one cool down a little. Akari went over to get her stun-gun, just in case, then went over to it. Straps ran up the outside of the sack, and she started undoing them, feeling the body inside stir slightly. The harness dangling down she had been forced to rig up herself, suspended from a ceiling-hook, but it had held up well enough, even though she had to jump up to release it, the sack falling down heavily.

The twin inside was jolted awake, twisting around on the floor, like a giant worm. Akari straddled them, pinning them down with the weight of her body, before unbuckling more of the straps, loosening off the restraints. The scent of sweat, and an undercurrent of piss wafted out, Akari wrinkling her nose in distaste, vague moans coming from beneath the hood. She plucked it off, revealing a sweaty, tear-stained face, cheeks made to bulge out with a fat ball-gag, dribble crusted on her chin, eyes scrunched tightly shut.

Akari pulled on the sack, yanking it off fully, revealing the twin's body - torso wrapped in a latex straitjacket, ankles bound together with a short chain. The smell of piss and sweat was even worse now, the woman's skin grimy and dirty, hair lank and dull, and she dragged them over towards the glass-walled shower. She'd already hung chains over the pipework, and checked it could withstand the weight, as the twin made low groans, probably stuck in the vague haze between dreams and reality.

The woman's body was limp and floppy, muscles relaxed as Akari hauled her upwards, clipping her collar to a dangling chain. As soon as she let go, the woman sank down, collar-chain snapping tight around her neck.

Akari sighed, sliding her hands around the twin to support her, pinching them, making them squeak and squeal, more dribble oozing over their dirty chin, splashing onto their latex-swaddled breasts. The woman's legs scrabbled, feet sliding over the floor as they started to more properly wake up, able to support themselves.

Then it was time to get the other one. They had faded back into passivity, not stirring when she dropped them down, more carefully lowering them. When she pulled the hood off, blank and glazed eyes stared back, only flickering into life when she pinched an earlobe, smiling from the sudden sucking intake of breath, eyelids blinking open.

This one had even more dribble down her chin, the dried crust peeling as she stirred back to consciousness, eyes struggling to focus. As she started to whine and moan, Akari dragged her into the shower-room as well, chaining her up next to her sister, although neither of them yet seemed away of the other. Then she plucked off their ear-muffs and tossed them outside the room.

When she spoke, she made the words slow and careful, enunciating them carefully. 'I hope the two of you will be more obedient now. If you disobey, then I will remove your freedom - too long in the darkness can have negative consequences.' She reached out, putting her hand over the nearest twin's eyes. They tried to pull away, but couldn't move, chain chinking taut, whining from behind the gag, spit-bubbles blowing outwards, then popping and dribbling down. Faint shivers wracked the woman's body, breathing coming in sharp, irregular panic-pants.

'You see? You should have been obedient to begin with, and then I wouldn't have been forced to put you into the darkness. But that is all you are worthy of.'

Liquid splashed, piss hitting the tiles as the woman wet herself, still shaking in fear.

'You are barely even a person, are you?'

The other twin whimpered, starting to become more aware herself.

'Now, I'm going to clean the two of you up, and then have some tasks for you. My patience grows thin, so I will be even harsher now than before.' Still keeping her hand in place, she pressed herself forwards, her breasts against the woman's, feeling their whimpering breath, lightly stroking their body. 'I would rather shape you into something other than a dull, witless pair of fuck-dolls, but I will do that if you leave me no other choice. I hope this is understood.'

She removed her hand, stroking their face and then lightly slapping it, enjoying the reflexive shiver of pain, despite the lack of force.

'I am going to unbind your bodies. If you struggle, then you will be made to undergo a 3-hour shower with the coldest water.'

They both whimpered.

'Good. I hope that means you will be obedient?'

'Mphhhh!'

After their time in the sacks, neither could speak properly, jaws weak, but they mumbled something that she took as agreement, before she reached out and turned the dial for the shower. Water started to pour down from the ceiling, a comfortable warmth, splashing over their bodies, pattering off the latex straitjackets, cleaning furrows in the sweaty, dead skin that clung to their flesh.

Then she started unbuckling the first twin, sliding her fingers into the straps, loosening off the jacket, freeing their arms. As she did so, she murmured softly at them, trying to calm them, stroking them between releasing them. The jacket peeled away, bringing more dead skin with it, the lines where it had pressed most tightly etched into skin from the long suspension and confinement.

Arms dangled limply as soon as they were released, the twin barely in control of her own body. Akari made more comforting noises, stroking a hand down their back, feeling at the stubby curls between their legs, feet splashing uncertainly in the puddling water. It was grimy and dark as it flowed away, glugging down the drain.

Freeing the other one was quicker, her fingers more used to the buckles, the straitjacket getting tossed into a corner of the shower.

She squirted shower-gel into her hands, then started rubbing at the nearest body, the gel expanding into warm and scented suds. Akari moved around behind them, stroking the soft body, massaging them with her wet hands, warm water splashing down between them in a steady stream. The twin relaxed slightly, letting Akari support them, taking breasts into her hands. Fear-tremors still shook them, but lessened now.

'Just obey, and be a good girl.'

'Mpphhh...'

Akari wiped the crusted spittle off their chin, before stroking downwards, frowning at the faint curls of pubic hair, fingering their slit. The neck-chain clinked as the woman stirred, pushing against her with a breathy sigh. A light slap to the crotch made them whimper, shuddering from the impact.

'Let me tend to your sister next.'

The other twin was even more responsive, grinding back against Akari, already with enough control to wash herself, stroking her own body. When she went to unbuckle the gag, Akari slapped her hands down.

'Not yet. You must be prepared first.' The twin made a disappointed whine, but obeyed. 'Good girl. Now let me shave you. Spread your legs.'

Water rained down as both the twins obeyed, feet splashing in the flowing stream. Akari fetched gel and a razor, carefully spreading the gel, enjoying the sighs just from her light touches. The first contact after sensory deprivation was always blazingly vivid, slicing through the enforced darkness!

The razorblades rasped over skin, slicing away the short hairs, making the pussy-slit neat and bald again. And even more sensitive! She puffed a little, forcefully exhaling onto it, smiling as the twin tensed and sighed.

'Be a good girl, and I'll let you have more. Now wash your hair.' She handed over shampoo before turning to shave the other twin, who was still barely aware. After denuding their pussy, she slapped it, making the woman yelp and dance around, arms hanging limply.

There was no choice but to wash this ones hair herself. She was slightly shorter than they were, having to reach up slightly, massaging the shampoo into the long, blonde hair. It took a while to work it through, returning some of the brightness, washing away the sweat and dead skin, before taking conditioner and repeating the process. Throughout, she kept herself pressed up closely against them, enjoying their soft and youthful skin, and the increasingly louder groans as she stroked them.

'You see? You will be allowed some pleasure, if you are good girls. But bad girls are punished and hurt.' She lightly tweaked a nipple, enjoying the sudden whimper. Even through her swimsuit, she could feel every shift of their body, leaning back against her for support!

Only when she had finished washing their hair, making it a lovely, platinum blonde again, did she pull her fingers through it, unsnarling some of the tangles that had developed, and unbuckling the gag, dropping it to the floor. She massaged their jaw, wiping away encrusted spittle, gently sliding her fingers into the woman's mouth and spreading them, their tongue weakly probing around, licking her fingers.

'Shhhh, shhh. Just be a good girl, a nice sweet girl.' She slapped the woman's buttocks, water splashing off. 'Now let me look after your sister as well.'

She turned away, stroking at wet, soft breasts, cupping and squeezing them before releasing the gag. Spit flowed out, coughing and spluttering, Akari raising a hand, ready to slap, before they got themselves under control.

'Good. Head down.'

She washed the woman's hair, in between gentle caresses of the soft and sensitive body, enjoy the quivering twitches of the newly-shaved cunt, their lower lips parting, hips grinding forward.

'Not yet. Only with permission.' A light slap down there made them whimper, but words still seemed to be beyond them. Akari took her time, taking pleasure in their limp, passive acceptance of her touches, their bratty protests silenced, even the languid floppiness of their bodies better than when they were tense, rigid and resisting. The water sloughed away the grime and sweat their bodies had produced in captivity, until it ran clean and clear, the shampoo-suds washed away as well.

'Good. You see the pleasure there can be in obeying?' She stroked a wet slit, teasing and tickling, enjoying the shivering, sighing reaction she got. 'Now, the two of you will need to dress yourselves, and make yourselves appealing and sexy. Something you should be able to manage. There is a task for you.' She pulled whichever twin it was close against her body, feeling them nestle against her. 'I hope you will do well, otherwise I will have to punish you again.' They whimpered, soft and sweet. 'Will you do this? Will you be good for me?'

She kissed whichever one it was on the side of the neck, just above the collar, hard and long, nipping with her teeth, wrapping her arms around their slender waist. Their buttocks pressed against her body, yielding and soft.

'When you are asked, a good girl answers.'

'Mmmphhh...'

It wasn't unusual for it to take a while for people to need time to rouse themselves fully from the stupor of sensory deprivation. She slapped the cunt again, a quiver of pain vibrating through the close-held body.

'Yesss... Please, not... not that.'

'Shhhhh. Be a good girl then, and dry yourself off, then find some clothing.'

She gently unclipped the collar-chain, the woman sagging against her, still weak and soft, needing a push towards the door. Akari had already laid towels out, some clean ones that had been wedged at the back of a cupboard. She repeated the action for the other twin, helping them out, turning the shower off, gently stroking both off the nubile young bodies, as they prepared themselves.