Unknown - Pony girl

"Oh jiminy, the kid's screaming," said Carol.

"Honey, what are we going to do? I can't go out there and look her in the face," said Ret.

"I'll take care of it," said Carol. She slipped a torn bathrobe over her body, covering up her sagging breasts, and went out into the living room. She surveyed the pathetic creature on the couch.

Lena was beautiful, as beautiful as Carol had once been, many years before. Lena's lips were a rosy red as she awoke in confusion, and the passion of her fear flushed her cheeks. Her body spoke for itself, all curves and young firm flesh as she twisted in her bonds. Carol had tied her well the night before, securing her hands behind her back and tying her feet together, and then tying the whole to one of the legs of the couch.

She gave Lena a glass of water to quench her thirst, and said, "Honey, the stiller you lie, the better it will be for you. Now we're only doing what's best for you. You know your brother would never harm you. Just trust his judgment."

But as Lena continued to squirm and holler, Carol was forced to gag her with a dishtowel from the sink. Then she went back to Ret's bed.

They left her tied up that day. She was hungry and thirsty and she couldn't even get to the bathroom. She was sobbing the whole time beneath her gag at her brother's treachery. She didn't even know what he intended to do with her, not knowing about the reward her father had offered for her which Ret intended to collect.

The only company she had all day was Carol's Irish setter. It was a beautiful dog and though Carol had instructed it to make sure Lena didn't escape, the dog was very sympathetic toward Lena. He came over and put his head on her breasts and looked up into her miserable eyes with his big, wordless dog eyes. He had a beautiful red coat which Carol brushed every day. His red hair reminded Lena of Red Beauty and she was at once comforted by the memory, and terrified. Something told her this bondage was leading back to her life on the farm.

When Ret and Carol returned that night they conferred in their bedroom. Ret told Carol he had answered the ad in the paper that offered the reward, but he had not been able to speak directly to his father that day. Mr. Hanson was apparently out of town following up another lead on his daughter.

"Well, what do we do with her in the meantime, until we get in touch with your old man?" Carol asked.

"Honey, I guess we just have to keep her here for a while," Ret said miserably.

They returned to the living room, where Buster, the dog was sadly licking Lena's face which was wet with tears.

They untied the gag for a while.

Ret explained the situation: "Poor kid," he said to her. Even untying her hands and holding one of them. "You're sick," he told her. "I tried to contact Dad to let him know where you are. You need to go home. You're too young to be out on your own yet. You need to find a man to support you and help you. I don't like to think of my very own sister doing… what you were doing that night we found each other at the Black Pussycat."

"If you hate to see that sort of thing so much, what the hell were you doing there yourself." Lena asked viciously, grabbing her hand away from him. She hadn't related that part of the story to him about her and the horses, nor had she told him of the deformed fetus of her abortion, or of her abortion.

"Some women have to do those things," Carol interjected. "But they're bad women. Not nice girls like you. We were only there to see some of your brother's business contacts."

"What's his business, prostitution?" sneered Lena.

Ret and Carol exchanged a glance.

Carol said, "She's too young to, understand. Someday she'll thank us for rescuing her from a life like this, and for returning her home."

"I will not, you hypocritical… I don't know what the two of you get out of this, but I'll never forgive you, never!"

"Tie the gag on her again," said Ret getting up from the couch and looking away. Carol neatly replaced the gag.

Before they left the house again the next day, Lena begged to be allowed to speak again.

"Well?" said Carol after the gag was off.

"When you inhuman robots leave me here like this, I can't even get to the bathroom!" protested Lena. "I'll wet all over your couch."

"Hmm, that's true," pondered Carol.

"What can we do?" asked Ret.

"Tie her up in the bathroom," said Carol simply.

This they did. They simply moved her place of bondage from the couch in the living room to the little bathroom where they tied her by the neck to the sink. Carol had the additional bright idea of leaving Lena in her black panties with the slit from her act.

"You can go anytime you want now, honey," she laughed to see the voluptuous girl, in her sexy black briefs, bound hand and foot, gagged, and tied to the sink.

They closed the bathroom door and left the house.

The day passed slowly. Lena could hear Buster, the Irish setter, whimpering just outside the door and she whimpered back in answer.

Buster kept pushing at the door. Trailers are made out of plywood and cardboard, at least Ret's and Carol's was, and though they had locked the bathroom door, Buster soon had pushed it open.

It was a great comfort to have some living creature who was sympathetic to her. Lena sat on the tiled floor, miserable, and Buster came in and put his head between her knees. She couldn't pet him so instead she rubbed her legs against him. His coat was shining clean and his eyes were clear and intelligent looking.

"Buster, Buster," Lena crooned.

Buster licked her bare legs. The dog nosed her crotch. Dogs, unlike most people, do not have the sexual compunctions, taboos and niceties that humans have, and since Lena was tied up and couldn't push his head away, he nosed freely at her crotch, able for once to get his fill of the smell of the human female sex.

Lena kept rubbing against his flanks with her thighs and the dog lay down between her legs. His tongue was long and thick, much bigger of course than a human tongue.

Lena's sex was catching on fire as she lay there with the living creature between her legs. She thought of Bill, and his cozy furnished room. She wished she had never accepted her brother's supposed offer of hospitality. She had been so happy at Bill's. She wondered when he would return, if she would still be here, or already back on her father's farm. She had left Bill a note, with the address of her brother's trailer on it. She dreamed of a gallant rescue, but knew that only happens in books.

She thought of Brad King, and of that glorious night when he had found her riding Red Beauty, and of how he hadn't been shocked or ashamed or disgusted by her, but had wanted her for his own. He had loved her, yes, truly loved her that night. She wondered if he thought of her at all anymore. He probably went out with so many other girls that she had become only a vague memory.

She felt so sorry for herself, sitting locked in this john in a deserted trailer. Her legs ached and she stretched them. The slit of her bikini pants opened. The dog put his cold nose up to the pink flesh revealed by the slit.

"Oh, yes," Lena sighed.

Buster sniffed and licked her.

It was quite an unusual sensation. The dog's tongue was rough and bumpy and he was able to lick her in a way she had never been licked before. His tongue was able to cover the whole outside surface of her cunt with each lick. But best of all was when he stuck his nose into the place between her legs and it sunk in.

Then she groaned and shifted uneasily on the floor.

She looked down into his dog eyes. Did he know what he was doing?

Buster flopped over on the floor so that he was lying on his side. Lying on the floor also, Lena noticed, was his dick, red and long like a sticky finger.