From the Ashes (Pazzo and I)

[kinkyponygirl]

“Carpe! Carpe! We need back up!” Jayden’s ear com blurted out. “Jayden you are to discard that order you are to disengage. Effect is on his own.” Her CO shouts. “We are disregarding that order right” Diem her best friend states. Jayden looks through the scope of her McMillian Tac 388, “Diem spot me. And yes” She commands. Her friend took a spot next to her, “Four hundred yards, I want you to come up seven minutes.” She says. Jayden turns a dial on her scope and she waits. Her friends looks through her lens, “Wind is six miles per hour left to right. Give me one point five minutes left.” She says. Jayden tinkered with her rifle and looks through her scope and takes a breath, “Spotter is ready.” Her friend states. Jayden exhales, “Shooter ready.” She answers. Jayden takes another breath, “Hold center... Send it.” She heard from her friend. Jayden pulled the trigger and in a matter of seconds. “Center mass target is down.” She heard. She pulls the bolt back and the empty cartridge ejects from her rifle and she picks up the brass and puts it away before chambering another round. “Effect stay frosty out there I took out one target no visual on other hostiles. Advice caution as you exfil.” She comments. A laugh was heard through her earpiece, “I own you ladies a beer.” Her male friends states.

Jayden looks back at her friend, “You ready for these we just gave our position away we are going to have to shoot our way out. As they saying goes Si vis pacem, para bellum.” She states. Her friend laughs as she checks her weapons, “Latin are you, serious right now... Well in that case like our code names. Carpe diam.” She states. Jayden sling her rifle over her shoulder and she grabs her assault rifle. She hits the magazine release button on her Coharie CA 415 and she grabs the magazine and she does an ammo check. She slips the magazine back in and she pushes the bolt catch and slides the charging handle back and she checks to see if a round was ready to go. She pushes the charging handle back in place. “Well then see you on the other side.” She jokes.

She takes aim and starts walking down from the room and Jayden takes a few steps and there was a hell storm of bullets being fired her way. She gets back into cover pushing her friend back into the wall. She takes a peek taking aim and the fires some shots as her friend moves into the hallway taking cover. Her friend provided cover fire and then Jayden made her way, then she took some shots hearing a thud and before she knew it

Tap.

Tap.

She was on the ground in pain with a collapsed lung and two bullets to the chest and she dragged herself into cover. Both of them took aim killing their targets and Jayden got up in pain as she took a breath. She walks over to the bodies and sees the face of the kid.

Jayden jolted awake in a cold sweat and she looks around her, it was the same haunting dream every night. She took a breath and wipes the beads of sweat from her forehead. She looks at the clock it was around 6 am and she sighs, “Well might as well head to the gym.” She tells herself.

She got up from her bed in her lace red panties and bra, and she quickly got changed into a sport's blue bra and a matching pair of tights. She drove to her friend's gym and walked in. Seth her friend walks over, “Shit Carpe you look like hell.” She states.

Jayden walks over to the bench press with her friend as her spotter. Jayden had one hundred and fifty pounds on the bar and she grabs it. Seth looks down at her friend, “I don’t mean to pry Jayden but do you even leave the house?” She asks. Jayden lifts the bar from the catchers and she brings it forward a bit and she brought it down and back up several times. “Well not that much. I mean grocery store, here and that is about it.” She admits. She got to double digits and she started to struggles getting close to twenty. Her friend spots her putting the heavy bar back on the catcher. “Jayden as your friend you need to do more than that... Here,” She hands her a paper after writing a number, “Go to this address in your gear.” She tells her.

Jayden took the piece of paper and sighs as she looks at her, “Only because you asked me too.” She tells her. The muscle-bound woman went home took a shower and she made sure she was perfect. Time flew as she worked from home. Writing emails to her friends, family and work related things. She even got to call her parents which she had not done in ages. When it was time she to get ready she went and took a shower. She bathed and shaved. When she was done she went out to her closet and looks at the gear she would be wearing. She takes the bridle and harness off the mannequin and takes a deep breath. She was aware that there was going to be loud music and for sure there would be things that would trigger her PTSD. She got her socks and gloves on followed by the suit, which she made sure had no creases or anything. She laced up her pony boots and followed it by her bridle. She smiles as she buckles the top of her head, her bit gag and then then buckle under her chin. She then got the harness on and she felt the weight of it on her shoulder. She buckles the buckle around her waist, the one that went under her pussy and then on her back, the ones that went around her waist with the final ones over her back.

She took her pony mitts and then went down stairs grabbed a cab and went to the club. She got out of the cab and looks at the club. Seth was waiting for her and she helps her get her mitts on. Jayden put her hands at ninety degrees and she walked in with Jayden to the stage. Jayden looks at her, “What are you doing?” She asks. She laughs, “You are going to be in an auction.” She states. Jayden was about to protest, but Seth quickly put the bit gag on her mouth and walks off. Jayden took a step and then stops as she felt the tuck of a pair of metal link chains on the side of her harness.

“Ladies and gentleman welcome to our weekly auction today.” He taps Jayden’s shoulder. Since Jayden was in her somewhat pony persona, she flicked her foot back kicking the man back. The man groans in pain, “We have here a very feisty mare that needs to be broken. Is there someone that is willing to take her?” He calls out. Jayden was moving around frantically. A bit of fear and anger in her step.

 

[Pazzo]

Situated upon a beautiful, heavily forested three hundered acre estate, was a gothic style low rise office building. In the past it had housed office space for many different logging and paper businesses, but over time the business had moved to different areas entirely.

A wealthy, elegant woman in her late thirties had fallen in love with the remote location, and had bought it with part of her almost limitless fortune.

The exterior of the tower had been remodeled into a beautiful gothic style affair of glass and polished steel. The interior ground floor was a cavernous lobby, that she had remodeled into a private nightclub. Membership was limited to the more kinky, osctricised types. Her ultimate goal was to provide a safe place for people of that lifestyle to come and revel in thier diversity, away from the judgemental eyes of a sexually repressed society.

To say that Natasha was a beautiful woman would be a gross understatement.
Without wearing a pair of her many fetishistic heels, she stood at six feet even, and weighed a sultry one hundered and eighty pounds. All of it was distrubuted perfectly around her amazon like frame, with toned, well defined muscles beneath her tight, flawless skin.

Her breasts were a large DD cupsize, and defied gravity, but swayed beautifully as she walked. Her femninine waist was an impressive thirty inches all around, due to extensive corset training. Her ass way beyond perfect, with two firm globes that flowed and ebbed beneath the fabric of her clothing.

Her attracive looks were legendary for miles around, with many wealthy men and women alike vying for her affections.

And yet, none of them interested her. They wanted nothing of the woman underneath. They wanted her fortune, as well as he perfect body. Such nonsense bored her.

While she had many lovely such playthings that she trusted, the former professional dominatrix just did not have the connection with any of them that she truly wanted.

And so the lovely woman with many tattoos sat behind her desk, attired in her best fetish wear. Upon her crossed legs were thigh high glossy black latex stockings, that hugged her curves like a second skin. Upon her feet were savage looking black leather high heels, studded with western style spurs. On the skin of her left thigh, was a gorgeous tattoo of a pheonix, peeing above the hem of her latex. On her right thigh, was a tattoo of a black widow spider, with just her black abdomen and red hourglass visible.

On her stomach, natasha wore a shiny black latex underbust corset, tightlaced, with metal buckles glinting in the candlelight from her desk. On the front of her corset was a red hourglass marking.

On her loins, she wore a devilishly sexy pair of black latex panties, that barely covered her succulent womanhood, waxed completely bare. Peeking under the band of her Gstring was a tattoo of a black emperor scorpion, poised to attack anyone that might try to taste of her loins without permission

On her arms, were mid arm length black latex opera gloves, with buckles that matched her stockings and corset. Her huge breasts heaved with her breath, making the barely there latex bikini top creak and strain, barely able to contain them, with an elegant tattoo of an eastern style dragon, with its wings spread in a fierce display, gaurding the lovely woman's heart.

Upon the flesh of her back that could be seen, were two elegant, brown stellar's eagle wings...

Her glossy black hair was done in a tasteful bob, hiding her left eye. Mysterious, alluring, always so.
The woman's full lips were painted in a rich velvety black , with glittery sparkles embedded like tiny diamonds. It also carried a fain scent and taste of sweet watermelon.

"...What in the hell am I doing?" She asked of herself, as she reconsidered this nonsense put up to her by Seth.

The muscular, tough army soldier had been a favorite plaything for many years after she had returned from her deployment, but then she went and got married to a lovely young man. Well, at least she was happy. Seth deserved to be happy after everything she had done for god and country in the unforgiving sands of Iraq.

Still, when Seth sent her a text message, that one of her freinds was in need of some fetish type assistance, she listened, and considered carefully. The pictures she had sent of Jayden of course had piqued her interest, of a lovely, athletic, strong woman with bad memories haunting her. Seth had likewise assured Natasha that her personality was infectious.

So Natasha had agreed to hatch a plot. She had decided to host a charity slave auction for tonight, with the proceeds being donated to any charity of the payer's choosing.

The former mistress stood in a manner that could only be described as regal, and sauntered over to the windows of her office, looking over the main area of the nightclub proper. Floor to ceiling LCD screens were around the periphery of the main room, displaying flickering, realistic flames that sizzled in time with the music being played.

Many lovely slaves, puppy, kitty, and pony girls and boys were paraded around the stage, as Felix barked out to the crowd in he best auctioneer voice.

Good old felix. If only the fat, adorable pervert wasnt only into men. " Oh well..." She shrugged...

But then someone caught her eyes, and one of her eyebrows arched. Felix had started talking of her, saying her name...

"Jayden..." she breathed, as her heart skipped a beat. Her lush mouth then turned into a devilish grin, as she watched the pony girl kick Felix right in his thigh, making him groan, but then refer to her as a fiesty mare in need of breaking...

Natasha smiled at the though of having the gorgeous pony at the end of her crop.

She noticed however, that many in the crowd had started bidding for the right to own Jayden for tonight... Natasha pursed her full lips, ans she quickly walked to what looked like a stripper pole in the corner of her office.

She depressed a latex clad finger into a button on the wall, as the floor opened up beneath the pole, revealing to to be a fireman like affair, allowing her a quick egress to the dance floor.

She slid down like a true professional, her gossamer like robe flowing around her in the breeze, making many onlookers gasp in astonishment.

"Thirty thousand!" Came a bid from a huge, leather clad gentleman with a full beard. "Forty!" Came another for a gorgeous looking blonde seated in the far corner.
Felix was dumfounded, and having a hard time keeping up with the generous bids being tossed around...

"Seventy Five Thousand!" Came a bid in a loud, but deep and gravely voice, from an athletic gentleman wearing a macabre looking harlequin mask, half white, and half black, with metal tree spikes studding one side. At his feet, were several mewling women, pawing at his camoflage shorts and red Voltron shirt.

Natasha grinned, there was a colorful individual, generous, but how deep were his ripstop pockets really?

She waited a few moments, as Felix gasped in astonishment. "Seventy five thousand from the uh... The masked gentleman! Do I have eighty?" He cried to the crowd. Only frustrated mumbles came back to him. "Going once! Going Twice!" Felix shouted at the top of his lungs.

At that moment, sexy black lips parted, with a liquid voice following... "Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars..." She cried at the top of her lungs...

The room fell completely silent. After a few moments, a low growl could be heard coming from under the mask. "Dammit Nat..." He murmured.

Felix had to pick up his jaw off of the floor at that point, but after a few moments, he hoarsely replied, "S...sold, to our lovely Headmistress Natasha, for one quarter of a milion dollars..."

The lights then dimmed, save for two spotlights shone upon the lovely latex pony Jaden, and her equally lovely new owner.

Natasha sauntered over to the stage, with her spurrs clanking with each elegant step. She ascended the stage, and approched her new aquisition with a smile upon her beautiful face.

With one latex finger, she traced around the pony's well defined, yet still feminine and sexy shoulders, tracing the cuts in her deltoids and her triceps.

The Mistress's shadowed eyes looked on in approval. "Such a strong and beautiful pony..." Natasha murmured. "...Ithink I will call you, Diana."

Natasha then took hold of the chain's at the pony girl's neck, and pulled her just a little closer, as she gestured to the harnessed and masked slaves nearby, to bring forth a special made cart...

She looked into Diana's eyes, holding her gaze. "You will be a good girl for me, wont you?" She wispered, low and seductive, more of a command, with a hint of a severe punishment at the end of it... "No more bucking from you tonight, unless its from being fucked later..."

 

[kinkyponygirl]

Jayden was shocked that she was at an auction then came the bids for her to be owned for even a night, or was it for a day. She wasn’t sure, but the money amount was insane and it was evident to her that these men and women were rich and then came the half a million-dollar bid that left the young woman speechless.

Then came the lady in what Jayden could describe as something out of a fetish magazine. She felt the woman touch her deltoids and her triceps and she moves around struggling as she took the chain. She moved backwards as she was led to the cart. She stood at the ready and when asked if she was going to cause trouble her answer was clear and evident. She takes a breath and snorts messing the girl’s hair, letting her know that she was still full of gusto and naughtiness. She threw a kick that didn’t get to her for good measure. She was letting her know that she was not going to be scared of her.

She was a wild horse and as such she was going to act like one, she did not know this woman and she wasn’t just about to trust her. She was going to have to earn that trust, but she did trust Seth and maybe she planned this along and she had to trust that she knew what she was doing.

 

[Pazzo]

Natasha’s shadowed eyes arched a little, as the beautiful rubbered mare made a little display of being wild, snorting into her hair. It was utterly adorable, as Nat giggled like a happy girl who finally got the pony she always wanted.

She traced her gloved fingers through her black tresses, smoothing them back into place. “Oh yes, so full of energy and spirit, just the way I like them!” She exclaimed as she tugged a little harder upon Diana’s chains. “Breaking you in will be well worth the price I think…” The sexy fetish clad woman murmured, as she brought her glistening, full lips to a mere hair’s breadth from the mare’s ear. “Oh I can’t wait to sink my spurs into your succulent flanks…” She whispered in a dangerous tone, perfectly intermixed with a deep level of arousal.

Natasha had the muscular male slaves situate her new equine acquisition to the small two wheeled cart.
Natasha considered for a moment, as she spoke in soft, hushed tones to calm the mare, stroking her face with loving, gentile caresses. There would be plenty of time to lash her perfect, toned ass in private later. “Hmmm, No, I don’t think this one is ready to pull a cart yet.” She murmured to the men, who bowed low, and pulled the cart away into the shadows. “…I think we will go for a walk first.” She purred, lightly dragging an expensive, hand woven riders crop across Diana’s deliciously toned ass.

The crowd of people parted towards the east wall, as a large roll up door clattered open, revealing a beautiful garden bathed in moonlight. A charming little pathway was seen, flanked by rows of crape myrtles wrapped in white Christmas lights.

Natasha stepped forward, her spurs jangling deliciously on the backs of her shiny latex heels. She then spun around to the mare, a devilish look upon her gorgeous face. One of her gloved hands reached down between her ample cleavage, grasped something, and withdrew it slowly. A large, orange carrot. Natasha bit the end off of it with her perfectly white teeth, crunching it, savoring its taste.
She held it out to the mare, watching her carefully, seeing what her reaction would be.

Either way, she would break this little toy in the most delicious of ways, and make her scream and beg for more. Seth surely wouldn’t disappoint…

 

[kinkyponygirl]

Jayden was powerless in her attempts to escape the chains were heavy duty and all she could do is stand there watching her. She watches closely the woman get near her ear and whispered that she was going to have fun pushing her spurs into her giant ass. “Like hell you will.” Was the thought that came to the back of her head. The two men tried to move her, but they stop as Diana started fling her head around as if trying to headbutt but something or someone.


Jayden gasps as the crop was placed on her ass, this was new to her. She then watched her state that it was a walk that was going to start them off. She looks over towards the house and looks away as the crowd was forming. She watches closely and she had to spin around to keep her in her sights, her blinders focusing her eyes forward. She watches her procure a carrot, she was more of an apple girl, but she wasn’t going to complain about free food even if it was a gesture to gain her trust. So far there was nothing to mistrust about the woman so Diana took a bite of the carrot and as she chewed her treat, her sapphire blue right eye and her amber left eye keep watch of her if she tried anything stupid.

Jayden at this point was immersed in her pony persona and she was aware that this regal person stood before. She was going to have her fun, she snorts again messing her hair again, before she had the chance to fix her hair, she snorts again messing it up even more. Not many knew about this, but Jayden was a natural red head, but since she wanted to be perceived as a proud Arabian horse, she dyed her hair black. She stomps her right hoof, the hoof making a clicking noise as she rears her head back moving her black mane while snickering playfully at her. She was being playful, but at the same time she was mocking her. Testing her to see what she could get away with.

 

[Pazzo]

Natasha smiled on as the beautiful mare ate from her hand, but her ears perked as she thought she heard something buzzing. He dark eyes looked down, where Diana was sure to see them, ans the rubber clad woman embraced the mare with a gloved arm lovingly, bringing her in close.

Her deft, latex clad fingers worked quickly upon the buckle at her waist, allowing the harness to fall away from just the Mare's crotch, one handed. He then unzippered the crotch of her latex catsuit, exposing the mare's beautiful womanhood.

While holding the pony's gaze, Natasha's fingers gently explored and traced her nectar around her labia with her latexed fingers, gently grasping the remote controlled insertable, buried deep within her sex, buzzing away beautifully.

"Hmm, what do we have here, you naughty little pony?" she murmured into the mare's ear, as he gloved hand deftly plucked the buzzing toy from Diana's impossibly wet womanhood, making a sloshing, wet suckling noise.

Natasha brought the lady nectar covered toy up to be just between the mare's lovely face and her own, only inches away from it. She then arched one of her eyebrows at the mare, with one corner of her perfectly painted pit turning upwards mischeviously.

Holding the Mare's gaze, Natasha parted he black painted lips, and extended her long, pierced tongue, and traced it around the toy, tasting of it. Her tongue then went back into her mouth, as she pursed he lips, savoring the scents and flavors it brough with it, making her moan slightly...

She brough the toy closer to the Mare's face. "Normally, I'd flog you for pleasuring yourself without my permission..." She said in a lovely, but firm tone. "...I will forgive you this one time, and even put this back inside of you, if you will help me clean it off, and kiss me around it."

She then pulled on the Mare's chains in front of everyone, bringing the toy closer and closer to Diana's lips.

 

[kinkyponygirl]

Jayden was shocked that she found her secrets and then before she knew it the toy in her womanhood. She keeps her gaze on the toy as it was moved around and she watches her lick it with her pierced tongue, “Well it seemed that they had more in common besides their fetishes. She watches her and snickers as she was told that she would be flocked if everything was going normal.

Jayden or as she was aptly named after Wonder Woman she pulls back fighting the tuck of the chain. She was hellbent on being defiant to the bitter end. She was craving the discipline; she needed the structure and that was something that she was not willing to admit just yet to anyone. She struggled to break free and with one last powerful tug she finally broke free. She just stood there and watched her closely. Silent, but watchful.

Diana trots over to Nathasa and she stood there proudly hovering over the Dominatrix at a whoop 6 foot 3 maybe a generous 4 with the boots on. She was still in her horse pose as she turned to her left and walked around her. Jayden knew that horses did not move around her owner, but she has an atypical horse. She noticed the regalness. The confidence that oozed from her. She felt empty without her toy, but damn Natasha was getting her wet. She stops behind the woman and snorts messing her hair again and starts moving again.


She finally got back in front of Natasha and she had a serious look on her face. She neighs happily and then leans down and rubs her face against Natasha’s cheek. It was her way of saying that she was she was done being her playful self and she was ready to get serious. While she was showing Natasha that she was ready to open herself to her, she could not help herself, but snort near her face to keep on messing with her hair.

 

[Pazzo]

Natasha's beautiful eyes narrowed a little. She liked her commands to be obeyed immediately, without question, and to the letter.

She Arched an eyebrow as the tall latex clad pony walked around her. She spun elegantly upon one of her heels, her robe flowing around her so as to not let this wild horse wrap the chains around her new owner. She then closed her eyes as the horse snorted into her hair yet again, and then even neighed a little, rubbing her cheek to her own.

A sign of affection perhaps, but too high spirited for Nat's taste.

"Isee aditional training will be required with this one..." Natasha said in a sexy voice that dripped of acid. The domme clapped her latex clad hands once "Stableboys!" She called out sharply.

Within moments, several towering, well built men, wearing studded black leather body harnesses, black satin G strings, and matching black satin executioner masks, appeared around the pair.

Natasha spoke slowly as she handed the chains over to one of them, with tight, ebony skin. "Take my new aquisition to the stables. Strip her of her latex, and have it cleaned. Leave her mask and ears, and bit however..." She murmured, putting an elegant finger to her lips, tilting her head to the side as she thought for a moment.

"Iwant her suspended from her strong looking arms, with her legs spread. Then leave her. Iwill be along shortly to Administer her punishment."

With that, a black hood was placed over Diana's head, as powerful arms enveloped her arms and legs, bolding her fast. Strong as she might have been, these four muschlehead submissives were much stronger, all of them having special forces or other military training as well. If anything they were alittle jealous of the special treatment this new pony was about to recieve from thier beloved mistress.

If she struggles, thier grips only got that much thighter. To her credit however, the muscled stable boys did struggle a little to bring her to where they were instructed.

After a few moments, she felt padded metal manacles snap closed around her wrists, and then her ankles. An electric winch sould be heard as her manacles pulled her up into the air slowly, with the ones on her angles spreading apart a little.

Soon, she was suspended, Vitruvian Man style, in mid air.She felt many drafts as she was stripped away carefully around the manacles, the cool air of whatever room she was brought to now licking at her sexy, exposed flesh. Soon, the stablehands could then be heard quickly leaving the area.

Dangerous, high heels could then be heard stepping upon the tile floor behind her, an a slow, meanacing manner, the jingling of her spurs adding just a little more flavor to the moment.

Something then popped off to her left, sounding like a small shotgun blast. It again happened off to her right...

A cool, latex clad hand could then be felt tracing along her muscular, lower back.

"Mmmmm..." Natasha could be heard murmuring. "Such a sexy, powerful beast you are. Strong and able.... But first, like any new horse, you must be broken before you are put to the yoke..."

The hand then left her waist, as the high heels and spurs could be heard walking slowly away to somewhere in front of the helpless, suspended pony girl.

The whip could be heard cracking just in front of the pony's face, as the black satin hood ripped from the whipstrike, and fell away to the floor. No harm was brough to the delicate flesh or the latex hoof underneath. Such was the skill and practice of this professional dominant, with he hand braided kangaroo skin bullwhip.

The room in which Diana found herself looked more like an opulent tiled shower, about twenty feet wide by twenty feet high, with four stalls along the walls, with various shower attachements in each of the corners. Various rings could bee seen for attaching leashes and other various animal chains for the pet in question to be washed and showered with...

Lighting in here was soft and subdued, giving a soft amber glow to the immediate area.

Natasha tood there before the pony, stretching her latexed arms in what could only be described as a sexy and arousing manner.

She then walked slowly behind the sexy pony, trailing an arm around her waist as she passed.

"Remeber, don't tense up..." She wispered in a sweet voice as she walked past...

 

[kinkyponygirl]

Diana heard the hints of acid when she said that she needed more training and she was right, she was so aroused she honestly thought that she had an orgasm, at the vile threat of being trained and taken away.

When the men stood near, she didn’t do anything, but one the hood came over her head, it triggered an onslaught of memories of being captured. She struggled madly trying to break free, she knew that if she wanted, she could easily knock each guy to the ground, but she was surprised that she didn’t react that way. She was still struggling and trying to break free, but a part of her mind was being rational and trying to calm her down.

She felt her hands get cuffed and then her legs and she felt the coldness as she was being stripped. Being that she was a sniper and in the case being blindfolded, her hearing and every other sense of hers was heightened to the extreme. She heard the spurs and the walk was fast and deliberate. Did she really go that far out of line? The person came to a stop and then touched her muscles and she heard her statement, a sense of pride came upon her. She then heard the sound of the boots again and this time they were moving away. For what purpose she did not, but the steps came back.

It took her a moment and then she a crack that sounded like a shotgun blast then another. She pulls against the chains trying to break free, but she couldn’t. She starts shaking her head tossing it, up, down, left and right and finally the cover was on. She bites down on her bit, flexing trying to get out of the manacles. She was starting to sweat not from the straining she was doing, but from her PTSD. She looks around like mad trying to find where the target was shooting from. “I need to find my target and kill it... Shit I better get down! I do not want to be riddled with bullets!” She thought. She strains against the manacles and looks around in a panicked state. Her mind vividly when back to the time to time when she was in Baghdad to the time before she had gotten shot. The kid with a bullet hole straight between the eyes.


Jayden takes a deep breath and looks around, “Calm down you’re not in Baghdad you’re back home,” She strains against her restraints, the act grounding her in the moment, “Shit I didn’t think a fucking whip would trigger my PTSD..” She mumbles through her bit. She looks in the direction of Natasha, “You are safe and in the hands of a mindful person. She might have forgotten... Do not try and kill her for an honest mistake.” She told herself.

 

[Pazzo]

Natasha had a love of high technology, and had made a mint of off investing in engineers that were developing things that interested her.

One such highly gifted individual was experimenting with biometric sensors. Another had been developing holographic displays. Nat had asked for a demonstration from both, and had liked what she saw. She introduced the two to each other, and they had became fast freinds, complimenting each other's developments in more ways that one, so much so that the man and woman were married the following year. But that was a story for another time.

What the couple had developed for Natasha had been fascinating. Earlier, when she had been inspecting the toys that Jayden had inserted into her various sexual orifices, the mistress had slipped a disposable sensory device on her person, so subtle and discreet were her movements that it was likely missed.

Natasha knew it was there however, and working. She had just slipped on a pair of sexy, sluttly little librarian style glasses. She had no need of corrective lenses, as her eyesight was a better than perfect 20/17... The glasses however had served another purpose.

They served as a heads-up-display of sorts, giving her information in terms of Jayden's vital signs; Temperature, heart rate, breathing, brainwave activity, and various other physical data, all from a wireless link from the sensory device she had implated on her earlier.

Its internal batteries would last around five hours. More than enough time for a satisfying play session.

From the notes she had gotten from Seth, this latex ponygirl was suffering from post traumatic stress disorder, and might be triggered by loud noises. Natasha however was not one to spare pain and torment from her submissives, especially not in this case. Jayden would need to be healed and conditioned appropriately, and theat meant exposing her to thing she might no like, getting her acclimated to them as being normal.

Jayden might not understand at first, but would thank her mistress in the days to come.

And so it was, she cracked her hand woven custom singletail many times around the hanged woman, beringing it within a hairs breadth of her succulent, tattooed skin. She marveled at the lovely canvas of flesh before her, and the intricate patterns upon the Army veteran's taught skin.

Her targets muscles tensed beautifully at the sound of each whip crack, and her heart rate, temperature, and breathing rose accordingly. The mistress watched everything closely. Sadistic as she was, and fun as this was, it was of course done for Jayden's benefit. If her numbers skyrocketed, she could always stop.

Such however was not in her nature to fail. She could tell she was pushing the sexy female soldier's limits, and that was the point. Push past and grow stronger.

All of her levels then evened out, and Natasha's glistening lips curled into a scintilating smile...

She then brought the cracker of the whip across Jayden's perfectly tone right buttock, aiming the strike perfectly. With practiced ease the whip came back around, slicing the air with a satisfying woosh.

She let the bite of the strike smolder for a while, letting it develop into a delicious burn, followed by an arousing smoldering warmth. A few moments later, the strike was replicated on her other asscheek, and Nat allowed the burning to slowly build up...

She alternated striking each cheek just a little harder than the first, and not exactly in the same place. Before long, Jayden's athletic ass was a rich, rosy red color, with perfectly placed cross hatched stripes gracing her flesh, twenty in all, ten on each cheek.

Nat looked over the womans vitals, and smiled, satisfyingly, admiring her work...

 

[kinkyponygirl]

In her struggle to release herself she had not noticed that she caused her wrists to bleed, a clear effect of the thunderous sound of the whip. It was difficult her to tell the difference between what was in her head or what was real. The sounds sounded the same to her and well it was hard for her, in her head. She struggles some more and then she felt the smack of the whip. She groans in pain and then struggled a bit as there was one, then a second, third, then he way to ten. The pain made her focus on the whip and it made the PTDS go away.

She looks around finding it difficult to follow her, but she was now behind her, after all she had just whipped her. She took a second to compose herself and she waited for whatever was going to happen. She knew she was being broken I and she was loving the pain. She wanted and needed it.

 

[Pazzo]

The gorgeous, powerful woman walked across the tiled floor to her captive in a relaxed manner, allowing her heels to sound and echo off of the room. The sound of high heels triggered many a submissive, and she used this to great effect when entertaining her clients, slaves, or any other lucky soul else she might fancy.

Her gloved fingers caressed the red, burning flesh for her new ponygirl, sqeezing each of her firm, succulent asscheeks in turn, rubbing them genrously her skilled, nimble rubbered digits.

Natasha's beauty mark stood out in the dim lighting, just abover the left of her upper lip, as she licked them hungrilly, eyeing up the heads up display on the insides of her teacher style glasses.

The black, haind plaited whip was coiled in her gloved hand, as it trailed up the front of Jayden's toned thigh, abdominal muscles, large, perky breasts, throat, jawline, and ultimately her bitted mouth.

"KIss it, and be a good girl from now on, my darling Diana,,," She murmured in seductive tones. "...Perhaps mommy will reward her noew lovely mare if she does."

 

[kinkyponygirl]

Jayden the werewolf could smell and hear her perfectly, but she could not see clearly see her due to her blinders. Jayden or in this case Diana felt the coldness of Natasha’s hands made it stink a little, but she growls as she put the thought out of her head and enjoyed the touch on her ass. She then came forward and admired her once again. The coiled whip then touched her thighs, her muscles, her large breasts, throat, jawline and finally her mouth.

She was told to kiss it and she might have a reward and she just looked at her, how easily she could break free and take her, but she knew that she could not reveal that she was far from human. She looks at the whip and she hisses at her before licking and kissing the whip. She looks at her with a look of wonder. Wondering if she did a good job?

 

[Pazzo]

The mistress tucked her head, and basked in the power of having such a beautiful woman at her mercy, kissing and licking the implement so willingly when it was placed before her succulent lips.

Natasha Arched one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows as she heard the hints of a deep, inhuman growl within the confines of Jayden's perfectly shaped, bare chest.

She heard the chains creak a little as the powerful woman flexed. Her full mouth then curved into a devilish grin.

"Tell me, sexy little pony..." She purred to her helpless captive.

"Do you believe in magic?" The mistress said to the woman, as she slowly walked to be in front of the hanging, naked ponygirl.

Her gloved fingers were on either side of her corseted waist. One of them went down to pull aside the thin sliver of latex covering her loins. Deftly, her other gloved hand slid down to Natasha's bald womanhood, and began to stroke her pierced clit slowly, pulling on it, as her double pierced tongue licked her upper lip erotically.

She then walked towards Jayden another step, and withdrew her fingers from her dripping snatch, and blew upon then towards her captive.

A scintilatting blue mist flowed through the air to fill Jayden's nose, and then slink and curl up her arms and legs, and then into her chains, etching blue, glowing runes into thier stainless steel surfaces...

The chains were now several orders of magnitude harder and more resilient than the strongest spiders web. Once sliver of this metal ould easilly support well over five hundred tons of weight, and her chain links were easilly an inch thick each.

There would be no escape for Jayden, unless Natasha wished it.

She could tell what kind of creature Jayden was, as her natural scent gave her away almost immediately.

Ntasha could tell she genuinely wanted to subit, and to please her, and she was all too happy to oblige.

But a crature this powerful, she could have easilly broken those chains. That was no longer the case. Now the beast within her would truly know what it meant to be captured by the spider mistress, to be at her beck and call, and if she was good, to be made to cum by such talent...

"Change for me, lovely mare..." Natasha said to the lovely captive, as her own form changed a little, her skin turning into a satiny onyx black, with the sclera of her eyes changing to a blood red...

Her voice was now far more powerful, far more penetrating, as her devilishly long tongue licked her wet onyx lips in anticipation. "...Show me who you truly are."

 

[kinkyponygirl]

Jayden watched as she removed the latex from her core and she watched her fingers work her own core. Completely ignoring her question focusing on the action before her and she watches her lick her upper lip suggestive manner. She once again ignored her question about believing in magic, but she wasn’t going to admit that she did. She then felt the chains change a clear sign that she was using some sort of magic. She gasps as Natasha ran a finger through her wet core, she soiled her Mistress, but it seemed that it was what she wanted. She flexes some pulling on the changes, but not doing much in the department of removing them from the wall.

Yes, she was an alpha, but that did not stop her from wanting to submit. She knew that there were always two alphas in a pack, but one was submissive to the other. Then came the request to change... Then it was asked again. How could she resist. She looks down and her head quickly jolted up and a snot was forming around her face. She growls this time it was not hidden. It was loud, Jayden screams in pain as her human bones broke into a million pieces. She slumps to the ground the chains slagging a bit letting her fall. She twists to her back and she arches her back as she feels her feet, her pelvis her arms break. She growls loudly her head being the first thing to change. Her bones healed to form the wolf body structure. It was always painful and there was no way to mitigate the pain. Her skin was chaining to her fur.

The transformation was now over and she stood up on her hind legs, while it was rare for a wolf to be bipedal, Jayden was one of the few that could. Her scars were still there, all the cuts, the bullet holes, clear evidence of who she was. The wolf moves forward as much as she could and she stops as soon as the chains tighten up stop her. She roars in her face, large canines bearing at her face. At times the beast took over this being one of them.

 

[Pazzo]

Natasha's red glowing eyes marveled at the spectacle before her, Easilly nine hundered pounds of pure, unbridled rage and muscle, still bearing the obvious curves of a buxome female, lightly hidden onder the soft, thick furn of a wolf...

The mistress's form shifted back to that of a human, as he purred in approval. She stepped forwards, unafraid in the slightest, to the beautiful, if deadly creature.

Nat wrapped one latex clad arm around the crinos body of Jayden, pressing herself into her muscled chest, inhaling of her scent, feeling a little intoxicated by it. She wispered sweetly to the chains, as they melted away, but formed a ring around Jaydens neck, and then wrapped around Natasha's slender latex wrist.

Natasha was beautiful, and thin, but was able to hold up the huge, heavy chain as if it were just a thread. She lightly tugged on the chain, bringing the hulking wold nose down a little closer, to give it a sweet kiss. "Good wolfie..." she said in an approving tone, as she caressed the powerful creatures jawline, scratching under it...

"Now then, sexy, pretty girl..." She murmured. "...Shift back to human form. I feel then need to use you, and if your do well, fuck you properly..."

 

[kinkyponygirl]

She watches the chains shift from her hands and feet and then wrapped around her neck like a collar. She felt that she did not deserve such a price just yet. She growls loudly as she was forced to her knees. Then came the kiss and the request to return to her human form. The kiss calming the beast and then the request, getting a small rise out of her, A slow growl escapes her mouth, “Are you out of your mind... Did you not here the pain that I just went through to get into this form? I envy the fact that you can shift so easily. I would kill for that, but the truth of the reality of it is that I have to break all two hundred and six bones in my body and rebuild them into my wolf form.” She mumbles throw the bit. She shakes her large head, “Second take this collar off me I haven’t earned it yet.” She states.
She grabs it and tries to pull it off. “I don’t deserve this; I haven’t done anything to honor you with getting this collar and also give me a few minutes and I will gladly change back into a human and you can use me however you want.
She points out. The suit that she had on was custom made for her. Not a lot of people knew that she was a wolf. But her best friend and maker of her outfit was aware and he made sure that the latex would conform to her shift. She stopped pawing at the thing she thought was a collar when she figured out that it was not coming off unless Natasha willed it.

She looks over at Natasha waiting for her decision, it was an important one.

 

[Pazzo]

Natasha brought a black latex finger to her succulent mouth, as she thought on what the were creature had just told her, her beautiful face wearing a look of genuine concern.

"Hmmm...." She surmised. "...Your form shifting should feel natural, with no discomfort whatsoever. Its troubling to hear that is cuases you great pain..." She said in a tone laced with worry.

"I initially thought that dominating someone so quickly might be a mistake, but it was in an effort to excite you based upon what I was given. Ican see now that I was wrong..." She finished, as she mentally made the chains melt away into the flooring, freeing the powerful, hulking creature from her bondage.

The mistress however still stood close to her, stroking her furry chest. "...You will have numerous opportunities to honore me I am sure. Frankly you have already done so, in your faithful service to this country. I may not support the government at times, but Idefinately support the troops that are in its service..." She said in soft tones.

"However, you being in pain of that nature, being denied a natural ability like that, is not something I will tolerate..." She said in an almost angry tone as she scratched jayden under her jaw, finding all of her sensitive spots.

"If you would like, Iwould teach you how to shift painlessly. I would think you are not aware of your true heritage for something as natural a flexing an arm to feel so discomforting..." She murmured.

"Jayden, not Diana. If you would have me for a time, Iwould offer my knowledge to you, as your mentor. And after we know each other a little better..." she said in seductive tones... "...Perhaps we could try playing again."

 

[kinkyponygirl]

She watches her closely as she brought her finger to her snot and almost without thinking it, she tried to suck her finger. Before she had a chance, Natasha had spoken releasing the collar from her neck and moved the finger to her chest. A smile crept on her face as she mentioned that she already had honored her with her service. She groans happily as she was petted under her jaw a weakness, at least for her. Her words seductive and pure, no hidden meaning between them and she felt at ease. She was more than willing to have her as a mentor. Hell, a Mistress was fine as well. “I have no idea where to begin, but I guess I have some things to answer.”

“I have never been in pain with my nature... I am of the Ahroun garou tribe. I embraced my nature ages ago. The Ahroun are the warriors of the garou and war is innate in us. My parents are the Alphas of the tribe... While two Garou are forbidden to mate... While Metis are an occurrence when two garou mate. I am one of the few instances where a metis wasn’t formed. I am an alpha by blood, but let’s just say I was a rebellious cub and adult. I wandered off into the human world and I feel in love it with it. As for my painful transformation. What the hell do I know... I just guessed it was a way for us to get used to pain and be able to block it out. I mean I can block out pain just fine, but two bullets to the chest still hurts. And added that I am living in the human world I can’t exactly show no pain. That tends to questions that should not be asked.” She answers her.

She sat down on the bungalow floor crossing her legs, “I sneaked away from the pack to see the human world like I said I grew up loving it. When I was old enough, I let the tribe know that I was leaving. They didn’t take that well,” She points to her back, unzipping her suit, “We of the Ahroun just don’t use our claws, we learned how to use human weapons as well. Those four scars on my back going from my right shoulder downward. Those are claws. You can see some other scars. Those were causes by swords. Personally, I prefer a sword over my fists... Keeps people at bay. Some of these scars were done before I joined the army,” She pauses for a minute, “I have been hunted by my tribe since I was sixteen. I joined the army right off the bat, call it a calling to my true nature or just wanting to get away from my tribe. They didn’t question my age... I maybe only twenty-six going on twenty-seven, but I look at least thirty and above.” He tells her as she removes her suit to show her the scars.

Jayden looks at the sky, “Anyway I worked my way up the ranks... I was a specialist by trade since I was a sniper. I was still insubordinate even in the army. I had orders to leave a squad mate behind and me being the person that I am I disregarded the order and well I protected my pack. My tribe. As soon as the bullets started flying Seth and my position was blown. We had to leave the building. We were making our way out of the room and well that is when I got double tapped in the chest and when I killed a kid. That kid,” She covers her face, “He wasn’t even fifteen yet. I put a bullet right in between the eyes of that kid. I was I want to say twenty-two when I did that” She states. She sighs, “Then that is when the PTSD started. Couldn’t do my job right I would see the kid with a bullet hole in his head every time I looked through my rifle. I got discharged. Seth being the friend that she is followed suit she wanted to make sure I was alright. I started hitting the gym to drown it all away. Seth got me hooked to BDSM and I have been using that as an outlet for years now.” She states.

She offers her a smile, “A mentor... A Mistress is all I ask.” She says softly.

 

[Pazzo]

Natasha's eyes narrowed slightly, as she stroked the bipedal wolf's body, as she recounted her tale of the past. It was truly unfortunate, and sad.

She then smiled when the werewolf siad a Mistress was all she asked for.

"First things first..." She wispered seductively to Jayden as she pressed a latex cald palm against her ample, furry chest, feeling the great breaths of the beast heave in and out beneath her taught muscles.

Natasha was no stranger to pain. She had expereinced far worse than a body ful of broken bones already before, and she rose from the ashes, far more powerful for it...

She casually linked her spirit to Jayden's in a subtle way that Jayden might not even detect. Any pain that Jayden would feel from shifting, Nat would now feel instead.

"...Shift back into your human for for me." She said, not so much in a commanding tone just yet, but more of a suggestion. If she was to help Jayden with this ailment, she would need to experience the pain herself, to better understand what the cause was....

 

[kinkyponygirl]

It was such a simple request that she had no problem wanting to comply. She looks at her as she placed her hand on her chest letting her know that she had something up her sleeve and well it was a command that she needed to obey. She starts to shift and she screams in pain it was not easy shifting. It was painful and full of hurt. She punches the floor of the bungalow and leaving a dent on the floor, maybe it was the pain of what she had done, but she felt that it was doubtful since the change had been occurring since she was little. She felt her bones shift into their human form and before Natasha was now a human.

She gasps and looks at her, “I am not going to lie to you. I have no idea what causes this pain. I have been like this since I was little, or at least I think so,” She screams in agony as the last of her bones shift back, “Then maybe it started when I killed that kid. It is very hard to tell if I am honest.” She states in between gasps. "Still painful, but not as painful as before... What are you doing Mistress?" She asks.

 

[Pazzo]

Natasha was not stranger to pain. Once, a long time ago, in a forgotten kingdom somewhere in what was now the British Iles, she had been a prisoner of a rather saditic baron.

He had beaten her, used and abused her, and did a few things that were even unspeakable. One night she had enough of it. As her ninteen year old body hung there helplessly as he ravaged her, Natasha's rage had taken root. She couldnt really explain it, as even to this day she does not remeber.

One moment he was raping her, the next moment she was waking up on the stone floor beneath his web encased, dessicated corpse...

This pain however was far different. It was as iff every bone in her body was being bent and tested, as she felt the odd twinges of agony flood her nerves. She clenched her jaw, and controted her face, but the Aninasi held her ground, standing taught against the werewolf as she shifted, sucking in air through her teeth...

Soon, the beautiful army veteran stood before her, naked in all of her glory.

Natasha groaned a little, as her shadowed eyes fluttered open. "Come with me..." The mistress wispered, as she interlaced her fingers with that of Jayden's right hand. "We have a good many things to talk about..." As she led the woman to the well furnished bedroom. "Help me undress..." She murmured to Jayden, as she sat upon the bed, loosening the laces to her crotch high boots.

 

[kinkyponygirl]

She could tell that she took some of her pain away and that was something that she did not like at all. It was her suffering not Natasha’s, she could easily speak up against it, but she knew deep down that Natasha would say something along the lines of that she was the one in charge and she was able to do as she pleased. And that was a valid point she just did not like it at all it was her pain not anyone else's.

When told to follow she did so with her head hung low and she followed her to a well-furnished room and then came the order to undress her. She walks over to her and looks at her, “Where do I even start?” She asks.