Now they would go on to the last part of her outfit, which would be completed, and she could officially call herself a pony. A horny and trampy pony who now had her fate sealed by the latex clothes that covered her. The last part was an item Alexander held: an anal plug that imitated a beautiful, silky ponytail.
“This one is still too small for you, but we are just getting started. We will stretch your ass little by little. We’ll have help from a few other things later, but for now, this will do. Let’s clean you up inside first.”
Stacy’s collar was removed from the pylon to which it was attached, and she was led to a wooden frame where she was placed on her stomach and had her hands, neck, and feet bound. In the middle of her body, a pillow held her with her bottom up, ready to have her first enema experience.
Stacy swallowed hard when she heard the metal support coming toward her. She couldn’t suppress her little cries inside the cruel mask she would wear forever. Having never been subjected to something like that before, it was understandable that she was a little afraid, even more so of the discomfort she might feel. She didn’t know Alexander’s limits and how far he could take her to face. She preferred not to wonder about how cruel that man could be.