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A Classic BSDM Bondage & Pony Fantasy.
After a small Swiss bank is robbed, four American tourists fall into a criminal trap managed by Swiss and German local and state police. Spirited out of Munich, they are taken to a secure location: an old German castle in the Alps where The Consortium trains and manages a global slave and pony network. The clueless Gus and Bill are sure this is just a huge misunderstanding that will be eventually straightened out. However, when they are...
A Classic BSDM Bondage & Pony Fantasy.
After a small Swiss bank is robbed, four American tourists fall into a criminal trap managed by Swiss and German local and state police. Spirited out of Munich, they are taken to a secure location: an old German castle in the Alps where The Consortium trains and manages a global slave and pony network. The clueless Gus and Bill are sure this is just a huge misunderstanding that will be eventually straightened out. However, when they are abruptly stripped, interrogated and thrown into dank prison cells by their uncompromising female ‘keepers’, they soon realize otherwise. The two men are slowly and painfully transformed, not just into slaves, but into submissive females slaves. Their girlfriends are similarly pierced, ringed, plugged and trained for a lives as ponygirls. After months of punishment and pain, the entire foursome eventually becomes a human pony team, pulling carriages over the frozen mountain roads and providing sexual services as needed to the organization’s many clients and members.
Additional new recruits are abducted from the United States and sent to the Consortium’s trainings centers. Most are young, attractive, Anglo females that are shipped east to meet increased demands for new submissive slaves. Their route from a luxury lifestyle in the USA to one of barely survivable slavery in the cages, cells and pits of the Schloss is chronicled in chilling detail, including body transformations and elaborate fetish costumes. Their sadistic captors have few restraints in the treatment of their acquisitions. Among the unlucky souls to find themselves in such dire circumstances is Eddie, a male businessman from the states, now a transsexual, who is sold to an Arab, then periodically returned for “upgrades” in her sexual repertoire. And Rene, the young female bank manager, originally a participant in the kidnap plot, is also abducted by the same cabal that trades in pony slaves. She’s been selected to be a personal slave to Atella, the dominant mastermind of the plot.
Posted August 15, 2012
Falling into the lake had been horrifying, but I would continue to train. In fact, I would train even harder because of today. So that night, I slipped away again. I drew water up, and focused. So far so good. When it came time to shoot the ice spikes, I directed my fury into my waterbending. I had built a snowmound to look like a human somewhat. I brought my arms down and watched as the spikes stabbed into the snow mound, reducing it back into a pile a crumbled snow. I felt a smile of satisfaction spread across my face. "Oh yeah, I'd say water is powerful" I said to the sky. Now to work on the next move. I kept training until my eyelids were drooping. I could see dawn on the horizon. Heavily, I stumbled back to the tent. I almost collapsed onto the sleeping mats. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. If I dreamed at all, I didn't remember it, because when I opened my eyes, it was morning. No one was in the tent though. I walked out. Tiny crisp flakes fell softly around the village, but it seemed deserted. "Where is everyone?" I breathed, watching my breath puff up. Then I heard it, a soft crying sound. I walked over to the tent it was coming from, and my stomach dropped. Akiro's home. I pushed through a group of softly murmuring people. My suspicsions were true. Akiro was gone. His body was so pale, and rashes laced up the side of his arms and neck. I felt tears form in my eyes. The poor mother was no where in sight. I spotted Jira and Noatak of in a corner of the tent. I have nothing to say, grief seems to be choking my throat. "This is too familiar" I say softly. I remember waking up on the day my father died, feeling the horror. Eventually, we step out of the tent. "Cynali, there is something I need to tell you" Noatak says, looking down. We walk away from the village. "What is it?" I ask. Something seems to really be bugging him. "I...I am not who you think I am" he stutters. I am silent. Then he slowly tells me everything, about his past, being Amon, and the boating 'accident'. "Tarrlok electrocuted the gas, causing an explosion. I would've died, but the Moon Spirit Yue brought me back as my fourteen year old self. She wanted me to try again from where I started to mess up". My eyes must be as wide as the moon. I don't want to believe this, but I know it is true. "So you...you sent those Equalists to the South Pole six years ago. You killed my father!" I say in horror, stiffening. The snow has started to pick up into a weak snowstorm. I back up a few steps. "Cynali..." he starts. I don't stick around to listen. I can't believe this. He sent the men who ruined my young life. I had trusted him. I am running, to where I don't know. Just to escape. I can't see anything, tears and snow blur my vision. Then I see a man. The man who caused the death of Akiro. Coming towards me. To be continued at the next result.....Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.