Summer School & After School: The Ponygirl Omnibus Edition (36 page)

      
The
simulator was based on aircraft simulators and was equally sophisticated. It
provided realistic movement on five axes:

      
1.
up and down,

      
2.
leaning to either side, (as when in a turn),

      
3.
pitching, (as in sudden acceleration or stopping),

      
4.
yawing, (which was more common to non-wheeled vehicles)

      
5.
and side to side.

      
Controlled
by the unique and custom designed system software, the electric and hydraulic
rams and pistons simulated jumps across ravines, the deepest of potholes,
washboard surfaces, climbing steep hills and plunging downward grades. Sudden
stops at unpredictable moments caused the riders to slide forward in their
leather bonds, pulled the impaling
dildoes
back and almost
out, then slammed them back into their respective hot and greasy homes as the
bike took off once again at speed.

      
The
ride reminded Lucy all too well of the sessions with the mechanical horses at
the Vermont Riding School and she was already well past the same levels of
multiple stimuli-initiated reactions she experienced on the horses. Unlike the
horses, the simulated motor cycle had several additional benefits, (if one
would call them that). For example, it was always vibrating as long as the motor
was on and it was not quite as unpredictable as the horse. The overall effect
was the same: the incredibly sensual building of sexual excitement coupled with
pain as the twin phalli rattled around in ass and cunt; the sweating, silent
swearing, the gut wrenching propulsion to an incredible burst of orgasm
followed by the unrelenting continuation upwards without the momentary relief
that the horse often provided.

      
Of
course,
Bibi
and Groff had not experienced the
mechanical horse, so they were virgins to this kind of abuse. Lucy
involuntarily hugged
Bibi’s
back and rode and rode,
driving the strap-on into
Bibi’s
tight ass with each
bump and stop of the bike, just as the seat-mounted plugs up her ass and cunt
did to her.

      
When
it was done, Fabian and his fascinated assistants unstrapped the limp,
exhausted figures, carried them back to their closets, tied them tightly from
the neck to toe with yards of rope so that only their tits stuck of the out
rope wraps, gagged them with simple rubber balls, taped their eyes shut and
hung them again from the overhead bars. Investigator Groff reflected that the
investigation wasn’t going exactly as she planned.

      
“
Well”
she thought. “
At least we’re not back in the hanging body cages. This rope wrap thing
has got to be good for the muscle tone.”

Vulcanization

      
Groff’s
speculation about Fabian’s long-term plans for the four women was not easily
resolved. But the events of the next few weeks seemed to at least provide a
focus for her to adopt several conclusions. Groff felt certain now that Fabian
was a very dangerous nutcase, bent upon continuous and increasingly more
violent revenge. That this get-even attitude was vented on many women was
certainly evidenced by the torment and agony he inflicted on the dozens of
young women he kept under his control in The Greenhouse and probably elsewhere.
Groff was helpless to do anything about this and regretted her impulsiveness in
going to Prague without either a plan or a back-up. She was also now very sure
that all of the activity that she,
Bibi
, Lucy and
Brenda were being subjected to was leading up to something, something sinister
that would perhaps end in their deaths or worse. One by one, the girls were
taken into a sort of industrial packaging laboratory within the Greenhouse
complex. In the process of being taken to and from this suite of rooms, Groff
one day was able to catch a glimpse of sky and then, oddly, what looked like
the Eiffel Tower on the horizon.

      
“
Could they have taken us to Paris without us
knowing it?”
she wondered.

      
With drugs, it certainly could be possible
,
she thought. But she was sure that it was the Eiffel Tower she saw. What Groff
didn’t know was that there are more than twenty-five other towers in the world
that plausibly look like the original in Paris. The closest duplicate is in
Tokyo, is painted red, and doesn’t look much like the Paris version. Others are
much smaller and different in design and function. Another close copy is on top
of the Mala
Strana
in Prague and could easily pass
for the Paris version if one only had a second’s view of it.

      
The
latter tower is what Groff saw as she was being hustled to the lab once again
for what seemed like interminably long sessions in a deep vat of some sort of
thick liquid that was slightly above room temperature. She was told to move as
much as her bonds allowed but not to dislodge the facemask and Fiberglas helmet
that permitted her to breathe. Inside the tank, all she could hear was the
sound of her breathing and her blood pumping through her veins. She had no
sight, no other hearing, only the cold, faintly metallic taste of the
compressed air coming in through the helmet. As she hung there, suspended in a
sort of zero gravity, sensory-deprived environment, she could feel the liquid
coating her body and building up layers, much like what happens when you
continue to dip a piece of meat or bread into hot liquid cheese for fondue.
While submerged, she was bound in a spread eagle position, arms and legs
extended in four directions and breathing through mouth and nose inside the
helmet that fully enclosed her head. After whatever time was allocated, she was
removed from the tank and the plastic-like material that clung to her body was
examined and allowed to dry, then slowly sliced and peeled off.

      
It
also seemed as though each session was longer than the previous one, as though
they were trying to find at what point the stuff might stay bound to her body
and become a second skin. Groff had the impression, although she could not
validate it, that each of them was being experimented upon, possibly with
different kinds of coatings and treatments. On more than one occasion, she saw
other females who seemed to be encapsulated in a sort of rubberized skin. Some
were totally mobile and others seemed to have very little ability to move their
limbs.

Once again,
Groff went back mentally to her training and tried to recall what she had
learned about rubber and the various fetishes that went with it. She knew that
the so-called rubber fetish was a very broad spectrum human fantasy that could
manifest itself in thousands of ways, from simply wanting to wear rubber gloves
or rubber boots to enveloping oneself or another in layers of heavy, thick
rubber garments. The examples Groff remembered most vividly were of beautiful
women wearing transparent one-piece body suits of thin and clingy Latex at
fashion shows and other events where the public might be able to gawk and
stare. “
Could Fabian be planning to
encapsulate them in some sort of permanent rubber skin, and if so, why?”
she wondered.

“What would he get out of this? Would or could he
sell attractive female slaves sealed in rubber? What would it feel like
to be totally sealed in a second rubber skin
with your body functions piped out, no speech, probably no hearing and limited
smell and taste, depending on what
 
extent of capsulation was used? Was this what Fabian was working
towards?”
She wished she could at least ask him.
    

Meanwhile, the
sessions became more and more complex. Different arrangements were made for her
air supply, smaller and lighter cuffs were attached to her wrists and ankles to
keep her suspended and various devices inserted into her ass and sex, some of
which allowed the fluid to flow in and others which were blockers or plugs to
keep the liquid out. Each time Groff went to the lab she made an effort to look
up and try to see what she had seen that one time. Because of the blindfolds,
she saw nothing.

      
One
day, she was taken to a different room which was outfitted, as she saw once the
blindfold was removed and they started to attach yet another helmet with
breathing apparatus, like an automobile paint booth. The area was vented with
blowers and there were heat lamps in the sides, ends and overhead. A plug with
a hose was inserted in her pussy and another up her ass. A sort of tiny funnel
was glued; it seemed, just below her clitoris, over her urethra, and only her
eyes, nose and mouth were given protective cover. She breathed only through her
mouth and her eye covering once again stopped all sight. She was told to stand
still while two figures in safety overalls sprayed her with a different kind of
liquid that set up immediately when it contacted her skin. In a matter of
minutes, they covered her entirely with a flexible, latex-type material. When
finished, they made her continue to stand still while blowers and moderate heat
were applied and caused the material to dry. She felt it tighten and slightly
shrink as the drying progressed. Neither feeling was unpleasant, but Groff had
bad thoughts about being trapped indefinitely in this rubber skin. When it was
over, they bound her wrists behind her once again, placed a gag in her mouth,
blindfold over her eyes, and guided her back to her cell where she was attached
to the walls with padded clamps at neck, waist, wrists and ankles. Her guides
said nothing and departed, leaving her attached to the cool cement wall where
she stayed for what seemed like more than a day.

      
Time
seemed to stand still for Groff. When she was finally taken down from the wall,
too stiff and tired to resist in any way, she was dragged to one of the
“clinic” rooms and placed on a table with her rubber encapsulated limbs
strapped down and her head in a metal frame that prevented any movement. Her
jaws were pried open and some serious and painful dental work was carried out
while she screamed and struggled. A slimy, viscous, putty-like material was put
into her mouth and she was given strict instructions to breathe through her
nose and not to swallow. Several minutes later, the material, now solidified,
was removed and the resulting form of her mouth taken away. Several teeth were
drilled and fitted with metal hard points, a set of steel braces attached to
her upper and lower teeth and a hole was pierced in the front of her tongue,
from left to right, not from top to bottom. A rigid metal pin was put through
the tongue and attached to the hard points on her lower teeth at each side,
holding her tongue in a position where very little coherent communication was
possible.

      
The
impression taken earlier was returned in the form of a solid, semi-flexible
mold of her mouth with two hoses trailing from it. This was stuffed into her
mouth and attached to additional hard points on her teeth. With this gagging
device in place, Groff was now without voice and could only make muted sounds
in her throat.

      
Fitted
with additional hardware in her nipples and vaginal lips, Groff was not
surprised to find that a helmet of sorts was again clamped into her head,
sealing out sight and controlling her breathing through a sort of regulator and
the hoses in her mouth. The helmet was a very snug fit and seemed to be mated
to the rubberized coating that covered the rest of her head and body. The short
moment of vision that she had before the helmet was fitted allowed her to see
that the thing was a perfect replica of a pony’s head, with a long blond mane,
forward pointing ears and bright glass eyes set in a molded fiberglass form. It
fit her head perfectly. With it in place, Groff was finally and totally sealed
inside the rubber skin. The only contact she now had with the outside world
were the hoses that sprouted from her crotch and helmet. Her ringed nipples and
crotch were connected to stout metal bars and additional connections were made
to a thick leather and rubber waistband. As an apparent after thought, her
asshole was suddenly and painfully probed with a larger plug that stretched her
anal sphincter as wide as it could possibly go and then was seated inside her
rectum. A long blond tail that matched her mane was attached to the plug and
the leverage exerted by the sweeping tail made the plug in her ass constantly
move and jerk about. She was led by her reins out of the lab attached to a
two-wheeled cart. Someone or something was in the cart and pulling it required
more effort than Groff expected it would. Blind, gagged and chained to the
pulling apparatus of the cart, she was forced to start down a road of some
sort. Resistance on her part was met with the harsh bite of a rubber whip plied
by the person driving the cart. Pressure on the reins, which were linked to her
implanted bit-gag was her sole source of direction. A crack with the whip
across her plugged ass inspired Groff to speed up and soon she was running at a
fast trot along some hard surfaced trail, pulling the cart and driver with
nearly as much speed as she did on her daily conditioning runs when all she
wore was a tracksuit and shoes. Now, the leather harness dug into her shoulders
and waist, the connecting chains tugged at her ringed tits and lower lips and
the infernal tail swept out behind her, rummaging inside her plugged ass. The
cart pulling continued until Groff was exhausted and driven to a sort of
underground stable where she was unhooked from the cart, spread out between
posts in the center corridor of the stable and washed down, the soapy water
cleansing the rubber covering, but not actually contacting her skin beneath it.
Shortly thereafter, she found herself locked to a wall, spread eagle, and
quickly went to sleep, still wearing the ponderous pony head.

      
Her
next sensation was that of emersion into what seemed to be moderately cold
water. A similar harness was fitted around her body with attachment points to
her nipple rings, tight bands encircling her thighs and breasts and her hoses
hooked up to some kind of extensions from the dual metal bars to which her
harness was attached. The internal audio of the helmet instructed her to stand
still and begin to move forward, pulling whatever was behind her, following
directions as to speed, and direction.
   
Groff
was astonished. She had no clue as to what was happening, but when she failed
to quickly begin forward movement, she received, instead of a slash with the
whip, electrical shocks in her ass and pussy that told her to obey. Groff pushed
forward against the thing holding her harness and slowly began to move in what
was to become a circular underwater route. Paralleling her course were three
other women in the same rubber and pony head helmet attire, each pulling a sort
of sea sled around in circles. This performance, which lasted for over an hour,
was witnessed by a group of observers through several large windows. They
watched as they might casually witness fish in an aquarium and their interest
slowly subsided after the third or fourth pass by the competing underwater
figures. When they were finished, the swimmers were hauled out of the huge pool
and sent back to their cells. The experiment was considered to be a success,
but it was not repeated, leading each of the women to conclude that whatever
Fabian expected from the program apparently had not taken place.

This
demonstration terminated prematurely as some of the observers elected to take
their ponies to their quarters for more personal entertainment. Groff found
herself roped to a soft bed, the pony head still fitted and her knees pulled up
under her so that her tail-plugged ass was up in a most vulnerable position.
She felt a rough hand grope her plugged ass, remove the horsehair tail from the
ass plug but leave the plug itself alone. He then coarsely fingered her sex,
removed the harness crotch strap and pulled the deeply seated
dildoe
from its warm, internal home. The hard rubber probe
was immediately replaced by a strong male member which was thrust into its
place without any preliminaries at all. Groff gasped inside her pony head
helmet, struggling to either free herself or accommodate the large dick which
was already thrusting away in her cunt. Her head was down against the bedcover,
her wrists tied with rope and pulled forward to the head of the bed. Her ankles
were pulled apart and held to the sides of the bed and her bound knees pressed
against her chest.