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arched, sobbed, pleaded and begged. They were animals and wild in their need for a sweetly perfumed, tasty morsel of human-horseflesh. Jenny felt as if she were being eaten alive. Teeth sunk into the most delicate parts of her body, nails scraped and tongues dragged across every inch of her skin. All of her newfound tricks were replayed and with much greater precision. The windscreen, the alphabet, the clit-sucking; all of these and more were employed to better effect, with one single difference. They obeyed CD to the letter. No matter how excruciatingly close she came to release, it was always one terrible hairbreadth away.
    An hour later, after several very articulate tongues had performed all manner of stunts upon her body, Jenny began pleading with every fibre of her being.
    'Please let me. Someone please let me... I need to... I've got to... I want to...' and then, 'I'll do anything you tell me to, just please let me come!' Jenny's body writhed and undulated as it begged for mercy. 'You can't leave me like this!' The trainee pony girl was sobbing, so acute was her pain and frustration.
    The stable erupted in laughter again. 'Right, hands off her; time to settle down for the night,' ordered CD, and this was not the response Jenny wanted to hear. She began pleading as if her life depended on it.
    'Can't we just take the egg out?' Jenny's sobs had grown so fierce she'd begun hiccupping. Her mittened hands flailed helplessly above her head.
    'No we can't,' replied CD. 'I know you can't see them, but when you wake up you'll notice this place is wired with more cameras than a Hollywood movie set. They have infra-red capabilities and we're closely watched at all times. There are plenty of people who'll pay good money to watch naked pony girls frolicking in the dark.'
    'Oh God, how many people are watching us?' Jenny was horrified. If they were recording her, how easy would it be for the footage to get into the wrong hands and be used against her?
    'How long is a piece of string? Excuse me while I just go telephone pervert central.' A titter went around the room. 'Now go to sleep and shut up.' CD sighed and curled up in spoon-fashion between several naked bodies.
    They looked very content in the little nest they had made. So they should be, Jenny thought miserably, after she'd just given them all juicy big orgasms. They'd be off to snooze-land in no time. But sleep was an impossible dream for her. She rolled on her stomach and tossed and turned, feeling the prickly hay press into her over-sensitised body. It only served to torment her further. Seeking relief she pummelled her mittens against her clit, again and again, which increased her level of arousal but left her no further towards her goal of satiation. Determined to accomplish something on her own today, she began prowling the stables on all fours. It was an exploratory journey, but she had a definite mission in mind.
    Her first stop was a visit to the stone troughs, where she immersed her face in the cold water and drank her fill. Servicing ponies was thirsty work. The rough stone would not be suitable for her purpose, though. When her stomach grumbled as the cold water hit it, she looked around for a trough of food, but it was evident she was too late. The adjoining trough had been emptied so thoroughly that not even a scrap of food remained. It was annoying, but she would have been willing to eat just about anything right then. The hunger pangs that attacked her body were coming more frequently and she was beginning to feel lightheaded with fatigue. It mattered not, because she was single-minded in her mission. Turning her attention to the left wall she scoured its surface. There must be something that would serve for her purpose. Handcuffs? No, too cold, stiff and unyielding. A chain might have functioned, but there was not enough of it. She needed something a little longer in length.
    It was then that she spied the object of her desire. It was a free length of thick,