Gwen inspected every inch of the demoralized donkey, lifting her tail to look at her backside to make sure everything was in order. "You certainly smell like a donkey," Gwen held her nostrils closed and let Giselle's tail fall. The jenny stood there defeated whilst her tormentor checked her long ears, mouth and every other orifice. Her only reply a pathetic "haaaw" of resignation.
Finally, Gwen clapped her hands excitedly, very pleased with her own handiwork. It was perfect. The only thing that set the donkey Giselle apart from any other was the fact it had a few sporadic pink hairs in its scruffy black mane. A fitting end to the little trollop.
“Well, Madison? What do you think?” Gwen smiled down condescendingly at her new follower expectantly.
“She’s a complete ass!” Madison laughed, desperately hoping to please Gwen. The older girl patted her on the head and Madison was ecstatic to receive the praise she so greatly desired. She was so happy she couldn’t help but wiggle on the spot, wanting her Mistress to touch her again and to touch and please her mistress. She would happily kiss her feet, or lick her all over, anywhere, like a dog, if it meant that she could feel her Mistress’s soft skin against hers and maybe even something more. A special treat… but that would have to wait.
Gwen sat atop the donkey that was once a pretty young girl. She straddled the beast of burden, kicking her with her booted heels when the dumb ass trotted too slow for her liking. Madison trailed behind, slapping Giselle’s large rump, sharply at Gwen’s command, and she did like to command. Giselle’s rear stung something fierce by the time they arrived at the farm and she was snuck into a pen.
“This one! This one is the biggest.” Madison exclaimed, joyfully, having completed Gwen’s first task and beginning the second. The slave girl led a donkey from its pen bringing it over to Giselle. She let out a whining HAW when she realized what exactly was the biggest and what was in store for her. The donkey girl tried to protest but her animalistic protests were ignored and worse still, she could smell a strange musk that was making her feel hot and steamy. Within minutes curiosity and deep primal longing got the better of her and she allowed the jack to mount her. The animal in her had been unleashed and now had taken over and she found herself enjoying it!
“Wow, Giselle! Your first boyfriend, your first date and you are already putting out,” The jenny had never been with a man before, she had only just turned 18 and it was a secret she only shared with Madison. She'd lost herself to instinct but now she realized what she was doing and in front of her best friend and worst enemy. She was absolutely mortified!
“HAAAW HEEE HAAAWW” was all Giselle could say in reply though she could not tell if it was a moan of pleasure or a protest but it certainly didn’t feel like she was in control. The jack pumped faster and she brayed louder before it spilt its seed into her. Gwen and Madison had their fun, she tried to plead for them not to leave. It was just a pair of boots for goodness sake!
“What‘s that? Thanks for setting you up?” Madison asked rhetorically.
“I’m sure you two will be very happy together! Don’t forget to use birth control – oh, too late!” Gwen laughed, “Goodbye you stinking ass!”
Giselle was left to her new life as a dirty farm animal. Sometimes, she thought about the photos Madison had taken. Did they still laugh at them? Had they shown the whole college and if they had why had no one come to rescue her? Was she just the butt of a cruel joke now, just Giselle – the jenny. Perhaps it had been too long, she was bloated due to give birth to some unintelligent jacks child any day and she knew it. She knew she was and would forever be a donkey. She’d heard stories of how spiteful Gwen could be and how long she’d held a grudge but until now she didn’t believe them. What was worse was that she had somehow made Madison complicit in her downfall from sexy young girl to lumbering farm animal and Madison had loved every moment of it!