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since turned stone-cold and placed it in front of her. 'Coffee with cream, Marianna?' he asked.
    It was not a question. She wanted to scream with frustration and the pent-up desire of two years of enforced celibacy, but it would be pointless. Marianna had even asked to be made to wait and knew with surety that he would push her to the absolute limit. Awkwardly, due to her restrained nature, she lapped at the saucer in front of her like a pet cat would attack a bowl of cream. Sticky goo dribbled down her chin and met with the now dull and lifeless coffee, but she slurped it up with greedy enthusiasm. In less than two minutes she had licked the little saucer clean.
    'Good girl,' he murmured, but he wasn't looking at her or examining her efforts in any way. Mark Matthews was running scared. The whole time his cock had been pounding her throat he'd been imagining the lips and face of Jennifer Redcliff in front of him.
     

Communal Spanking
     
    After a fitful night's sleep, when morning finally dawned, glorious it was not. The light that seeped under the barn's door was grey and dismal, barely giving off enough light to see by and the stable had become considerably cooler, even though she was still tightly wrapped in a mass of snoring bodies. Her stomach was cramping miserably and she guessed it was due to the contraceptive device they'd implanted within her. Her pussy was grazed and rubbed raw from the rope and her limbs ached from the rough handling of yesterday. Feeling tired and enervated, Jenny was ticking off her woes yet again.
    Her most ridiculous thought of the morning so far was that she wanted her toothbrush. Her need to feel mint toothpaste sliding around her teeth; having them all smooth, clean and grit-free was one of comfort and familiarity. Never had normality and safety seemed so far away. Purposefully Jenny turned the direction of her thoughts. It was no use dwelling on all she couldn't have. Today would be a different day. Today the cavalry were coming to rescue her. Would it be a few minutes or a few hours that she would need to wait?
    When the sounding of a piercing alarm broke through the stable walls Jenny nearly jumped out of her skin, even though she was wide awake. The other ponies simply groaned, blinked sleep-filled eyes and got to their feet, which wasn't the easiest task considering the hoof-boots all of them wore. Everybody seemed to help each other and it wasn't long before several lithe arms had managed to propel Jenny into a standing position. In seconds she was shivering and her flesh erupted in goose bumps. What had the guys here got against clothes? She sunk back into her listing of woes until the large stable doors opened and a troop of men and women, dressed mostly in jeans, sweaters and comfortable walking boots, stomped in.
    All the pony girls began to form an orderly line without being told, but if in any doubt as to the procedure, the lead groom yelled at the top of his lungs, 'All fillies line up, eyes forward, no talking and start marching to the breakfast room.' His voice was so loud Jenny winced. It was not what you wanted to hear at stupid o'clock in the morning. What was the time, anyway? She had no way of knowing, but a guess would have said six a.m., judging by the poor light outside. Having been manoeuvred into line she had little choice but to go with the flow, the quick pace murderous in her absurd hoof-boots.
    When she passed the confines of the stable door the freezing air stunned her and she felt her nipples shrivel into hard little points whilst the rest of her body shrank away, trying to escape the wind's reach. Thankfully it took only two minutes before they were led into another barn, and by that time Jenny was well and truly wide awake. Did these people not realise that she never made an appearance before eleven a.m.? Then she thought about her unmade face, shaven pussy and butchered hair. Oh God, it would be horrible if anyone saw her like this. They'd probably all