[2 months later]
You shut your eyes and tried to think about something else as the familiar humming of various machines and the soft squishing of your vagina filled your ears. Life at the horse farm had been pure torture, somehow even worse than what the attendants at the Stables had described. This whole facility was designed to break the wills of even the most obstinate of horses through a continuous bombardment of cruel humiliation, designed to erase any traces of humanity and leave nothing but an obedient husk trapped inside an equine body.
The way they treated you here was downright cruel. You lived in what was essentially a windowless cell, with only the bare minimum facilities needed for you to survive. In all your time here you had only heard a human’s voice when you were being ordered around or told off. The whole operation was extremely cold and clinical, all with the express aim of slowly breaking you down piece by piece.
As brutal as this operation was, you yourself could vouch for its effectiveness. For the first week or two you had actively resisted your captors by stubbornly refusing to obey them. But gradually, as you were punished for your insolence and forcibly pushed to new heights of humiliation, you increasingly found that it was easier just to bite your tongue and go along with what your captors wanted. Over time you found that even your internalised anger started to dissipate as you realised just how futile it was to resist.
On a typical day you would be escorted from your cell and brought to one of the facility’s many so-called ‘breeding rooms.’ Here you would have your feet restrained, and usually your head if the situation demanded it. Then, a projector on the ceiling would activate and begin displaying various clips on all four walls. These videos and images showed various humiliating and degrading acts, such as you being force-fed a bucket of stallion cum or being violently fisted by the gloved hand of one of your captors.
With these clips playing in an endless cycle, you would then begin your ‘tasks’ for the day. Usually, this meant that you were hooked up to a special device that was designed to tease and stimulate your vagina whilst never pushing you far enough to the point of orgasm. The machine consisted of both a vibrator and a mechanical dildo, which when activated would enter and exist you like a piston whilst the vibrator sat snugly with your vaginal lips spread tightly around it.
This had happened to you so many times that any pleasure that it had once brought about was long gone. Even though your vagina would misleadingly wink open, this was purely a natural instinct and had nothing to do with any form of enjoyment. Your body was steadily being converted into an emotionless tool for your captors to use as they pleased.
After a few hours spent teetering near the edge of climax, the machine would be removed and you would be allowed to slowly come back down from any spike of arousal that your body had built up to.
Once you had returned to ‘normal’ you would then get your only opportunity for equine interaction as you prepared to service the owner’s prized stallions. You guessed that you had met at least a hundred males in your time at the horse farm, which was a testament to the wealth and power of those you were now owned by.
Your sick routine would always start with you sucking the balls of your partner. This humiliating act was designed to remind you of all you had lost as you tasted their musky sweat on your tongue. This also had the effect of making the studs aroused so that you could move to stage two of your performance.
Stage two involved the stallion turning around and presenting you with his cock as it emerged from its sheath. You were then expected to service him lovingly, cleaning his mottled length whilst bringing it fully to attention. This tended not to take long anymore given the amount of times you had practiced this technique. In a matter of minutes your mates would always be left fully-erect and dripping with pre-cum as they eagerly anticipated stage three of your sick routine.
Stage three involved the stallion moving behind you and using your juicy vagina for his own pleasure. Some liked to taste and tease you while others moved straight to business and mounted you roughly. Sooner or later though the stallion would be wildly fucking you as your pussy naturally welcomed and stimulated him.
As if this wasn’t bad enough already, once stage three was underway another stallion would then be brought to your front. You would subsequently repeat stage one for this new arrival as you started to clean his balls as well, all whilst rocking in time with the male on your back.
After moving on to pleasuring your second mate’s penis, you would keep working him over until the stallion behind you finally dumped his cum inside you. Once this was done and the stallion had dismounted you, the second male would then take his place. You got to feel your previous mate’s cum being forced out of you as once again you were stuffed full with a thick stallion cock. Then, once he had started his thrusting, that was when your third mate would enter. You would instinctively reach for his testicles and begin sucking without needing to be asked as you started the cruel cycle again.
This sick routine tended to last for hours, leaving you tired, humiliated and sore from the brutal punishment that your pussy had received. Your entire rear-end was always utterly despoiled, with thick globs of cum clinging to your body as the more runny fluids seeped down your legs and fed into a large puddle on the floor.
Sadly though, you would often be forced to taste this spilled seed as the farmhands gathered it up and forced you to swallow it all in yet another act of cruel humiliation. Then, to cap it all off, the clips of the day’s mating would begin playing on the walls, allowing you to relive the debauchery over and over until your captors were finally satisfied.
That usually concluded the day’s torments, though your captors did occasionally extend your suffering as they used you in more exotic ways. Things like pinching your nipples, fingering your vagina or forcing you to eat out another of their captives were all favourites of theirs. Naturally, all of these disgusting acts were also filmed so that they could be shown to you in the following day’s montage.
Of course all of this disgusted you utterly. For the first few weeks you had tried to make life difficult for your captors. Little acts of defiance like biting at them when they poked and prodded you, or trying to injure their prized stallions as they abused you allowed you to keep your senses for a time.
However, with each infringement of the rules your punishments would get increasingly worse. You would sometimes be left for days at a time either being denied orgasm over and over or being put to work eating out all of the other captives and receiving a face-full of cum from each of the facility’s many stallions.
After a handful of cruel punishments like this, you eventually came to the realisation that it was best not to upset your captors. Over time this caused you to actively make things easier rather than harder as you willingly stepped into your restraints and didn’t hold back when the time came to service the stallions.
And as you reflected on all of this you were brought back to the present when the humming of the vibrator and thrusting dildo started to wind down. You then looked up when you heard a door open and the sounds of footsteps on the tiled floor. You thought nothing of it until you suddenly felt a pair of fingers swiping over the slit of your vagina, before the footsteps moved towards your front.
“Hello Princess, did you miss me?” You were barely able to utter a gasp of surprise before the visitor inserted two fingers into your mouth, forcing you to taste your own lubrication. “That’s right,” the voice continued, “you always did delight in your own sweet flavour.” You looked up at the figure and instantly recognised her: it was Vicky!
You continued to stare at her in horror as you kept suckling on her fingers. You started to receive flashbacks of your time at the Stables and the cruel enjoyment Vicky had milked from your suffering.
“So obedient now,” Vicky said as she used her free hand to play with your ears, “I see that you have finally given in to your new reality. Now that you are an animal it is best just to do what humans tell you.” You wanted to protest but decided to keep swallowing down your sticky nectar as you cleaned it off the woman’s fingers.
Vicky waited for you to finish before she returned to your pussy and gathered another large glob of fluid on the same two digits. She then returned them to your mouth as she continued to stroke and caress your equine features.
“That’s it, good horse.” Vicky now gazed into your eyes as she continued her monologue. “It never ceases to amaze me just how effective this facility is. I have seen how you willingly humiliate yourself on a daily basis. By the end of your conditioning you should be safe to work with in the outside world. Though, you will need to safely deliver your foal before that can happen…”
You suddenly choked and spluttered as your eyes widened. Did she just say ‘FOAL?!?!’
“Oh you haven’t been told?” Vicky said with a surprised chuckle. “I thought you might have guessed that having all of that sperm pumped inside you was going to have repercussions. Ah well, that gives you something to look forward to for the next ten months. And by the time your little one is fully weaned a year after that, you should finally be ready to be put to work.”
You stood stunned upon hearing this. For whatever reason you had never come to terms with the prospect of pregnancy, despite the amount of sex you were having on a daily basis. What’s more, you now knew that you had at nearly another two years at the facility for you to birth and then raise your expected foal. Not only were you trapped as a mare forever, but soon you would be a mother as well!
Upon noticing your stunned reaction, Vicky withdrew her fingers and started to cradle your head in her arms. “There, there Princess, no need to look so worried. Giving birth is just another wonderful aspect of life as a mare. I know you will accept this just like you have accepted that it is pointless to resist your fate. You are just an animal now; a mere piece of property to be sold and used for the benefit of humans.”
You wanted to protest but ultimately knew she was right. The threat of punishment left you powerless to fight back. All you could do was go along with it and try not to get into any more trouble.
“Don’t worry Princess,” Vicky continued, “I know you’ll change your perspective on your new life before too long. For now though I shall have to say goodbye. I have a few other horses to check up on, while I think that you have some horny stallions to attend to. I hope to see you again soon dear, perhaps when you have your foal. But until next time take care Princess!”
With that, Vicky kissed you on the nose before she left the room. Not long after this a large dun stallion was brought over to you. He turned around and whinnied to you expectantly as his large testicles bounced around in front of your face.
You stared at the two swollen orbs for a second as you reflected on what Vicky had said. A birth and another long span at the horse farm awaited you in your horrific future. Instead of complaining and making a fuss though, you simply did what you always did and tried to avoid making things even worse.
To this end, you soon found yourself running your tongue up over the dark ballsack as you did your best to please both the stallion and your human masters. After another 2 years of this torture you doubted that there would be anything human left about you. You felt a chill creep up your spine as you realised that one day you would be one hundred percent animal. You would then get to live out what should have been a happy, successful human life trapped in the body of a damned horse.
Only you weren’t just any horse. You were Princess; the obedient, pregnant broodmare.