Angela was galloping through the woods.

Her bare breasts were bouncing, and her thighs were pumping, and she felt exhilarated with the simple joy of her exertion. She was free! Except, of course, that she was not free.

She was one of a team of eight naked ponygirls harnessed to a black carriage, with ornate silver trimmings and blacked out windows and blazing lanterns hung on its front. The carriage had no driver. It did not need one. The girls knew exactly where they were going.

But it did have a long carriage whip. It hung in the air over the empty driver's seat. Every so often it lashed out along the double line of human ponies, kissing their bare rolling bottoms. And they squealed happily in pain as their sturdy buttocks blushed.

They knew exactly what they were and where they belonged. They lived only to run and to serve, and they thrilled at that knowledge.

They were bound in black and silver harness, with their arms tightly strapped up behind them. Short chains with spring clamp ends linked their nipples. Webs of finer straps formed bridles that were bound over their heads. Blinkers shaded their eyes while they clamped their teeth on rubber bits. Black boots with horseshoe soles were strapped to their feet.

Chains hooked to the belts of their harnesses ran down and back to rings set in the slender twin shafts by which they pulled the carriage. They ran with them straddled between their legs; four girls to a shaft. Each shaft carried four pairs of dildos in tight clusters, with a forward one being longer than the rear, which was stubby and with a more bulbous tip. These were plugged into their vaginas and rectums. Their belt chains took most of the load, but the shafts connected them intimately to the carriage and through them they felt its weight and every stride that the girls sharing that shaft made.

To haul a carriage in this way meant perpetual intimate bruising and pummelling stimulation, and it was bliss.

As they ran their nipples stood up proudly, with their chains jingling between them, while their pussies streamed with juices that churned into froth about their groins and dribbled down their thighs and fell onto the path beneath their feet. Their sleek bodies were shiny with sweat which ran down between their rolling buttocks and bouncing breasts and soaked through their mats of pussy curls.

They snorted and panted for air as they ran. But even when their legs felt as if they had turned to lead, they would still strain to maintain their pace, drawing strength from the whip that drove them along with its swish and crack. Nothing would stop them... well, only one thing, perhaps.

Angela felt the orgasm growing within her as her loins filled with pent-up juices. She could smell the same arousal emanating from the pussies of her fellow ponies. It was filling the heavy air before it could be carried away by the speed of their passage. It was their reward for their service. The thing that made their exertions worthwhile. And it would happen to all of them at the same time.

The pony girl team cantered to a halt, moaning and sobbing with desire. They hunched over, clenching the shafts between their thighs, as their pussies discharged over their impaling dildos. Orgasmic juices sprayed out of them over their thighs and dripped onto the bare earth. They shuddered and then sagged and went down onto their knees, the shafts dipping with them.

For some minutes they remained like this, drained of strength but filled with joy. They knew they had served well and would by properly rewarded. They were such happy ponygirls.

And then there was a click and the chains fastening Angela to her shaft fell loose.

Angela felt a thrill. This time she had been chosen to serve the master alone.

With a struggle, she straightened herself up and pulled herself off her impaling dildos, which came out of her clinging orifices with sucking pops, and then stepped off the shaft. She was aware of the eyes of her fellow ponygirls looking at her enviously. On shaky legs, still harnessed and bridled, she made her way back to the carriage. A folded step flipped down by itself and its side door swung open. Taking a deep breath, feeling her heart racing in anticipation, she clambered up inside.

In the plush, red silk-lined interior of the carriage, reclining at ease across one of its red leather seats, sat her master.

He was pale skin and darkly handsome, with a pronounced widows peak. His dress, as always, was immaculate eveningwear, with a black jacket, a high collar tied with a white cravat, and a cloak over his shoulders. He smiled at her, exposing his prominent canines, and her aching loins turned to water.

She knelt before him and arched her back, offering up her hot, sweaty breasts.

Carefully he unclipped her nipple chain, and then bent his head and licked the sweat from her throbbing teats.

He raised his head and smiled again, making her shiver.

'You are a very sweet girl, Angela,' he said. 'Always one of my favourite girl ponies...'

Then he opened his jaws wide and she saw his white fangs lengthen. And then he dipped his head again and sank his teeth them into the soft pale mound of her right breast.

Angela screamed in delight at the exquisite pain.

Then, through her tear-filled eyes, she saw her crucifix glittering between her breasts as he fed from her. And then the illusion shattered.

They had tricked her! The electric shocks she had received in the laboratory had done their job for a time. Briefly she had forgotten who she was. She had believed this was all perfectly normal! But it was another cruel, perverted torment!

She tried to pull away from the vampire, but he held her tight with his inhuman strength. He raised his head from her breast with his lips now stained scarlet. 'For a while you knew the truth, Angela. For ages we have kept humans as our pets and beasts of burden and, with care, fed off them, and they were content. We never claimed to be Gods or perfect. You invented your hollow gods to protect yourselves from us and you found only the misery of guilt and shame in their service. You could be happy again if you give all of yourself to us once more...'

And he bit into her left breast and suckled.

Angela squirmed and sobbed and then cried out in helpless delight as the dark thrill of it overwhelmed her.

She felt the strength and will to resist leaving her. He picked her up and laid her on the other seat of the carriage. Taking out a white handkerchief he carefully wiped her breasts clean. Then the flies of his trousers parted by themselves and open wide like wings, freeing his erection.

It was forked, with a second slimmer phallus jutting forward underneath his main shaft.

Trembling at the sight of it, Angela opened her legs.

He mounted her, and entered her, penetrating both her vagina and rectum at the same time. She sobbed at the sweet shocking pain of this double impalement and then let him fill her. He began to ride her body as a ponygirl should be ridden, which was with masterful firmness. She looked up into his pale, handsome face, filled with the fierce delight of total domination.

She felt the double spurting of his sperm and felt it burning inside her front and rear. And then she surrendered to her own orgasmic convulsions once again, at her master's pleasure...