It just keeps getting worse.
Added 2025-08-04 14:43:32 +0000 UTCThe dildo and the buttplug that were held in by her harness came alive in an alternating pattern. <Buzzz><Hummm><Buzz><Humm> Master wanted her at the front door.
Jingles looked to the sky silently cursing the cruel god who had given her this life. She would cry out, but her vocal chords had been disabled when they made her their pony.
Jingles was not slave-born. Unlike most of the other ponies, Jingles had been born in the western world as a free man named Heath. Heath had taken a gap-year touring Europe before he planned to go to college.
They seized him on a forest trail outside Krakow, tied him up and injected something that made him sleep. Heath awoke to a nightmare! Drugs and surgeons transformed him into a woman and when they finished, she was sent to a slave academy. Men “tested her” to see how pleasurable she was as a woman. She had apparently failed and she was shipped over to Pony training for dehumanization.
Now, Heath is called Jingles. Voiceless, helpless and hopeless. She spends her day pulling her master around town while his whip licks her back and the vibrators inside her provide endless frustration.
She hates her master, but, due to the endless edging, she is desperate and thankful for the momentary orgasms she experiences when Master or his staff fucks her. It is the only joy left to her existence.
