It was just the slightest, yet the firmest of kicks to the back of her modified knees that saw Melissa bend and semi-drop to her all-fours. She was a pony woman after all. Ponies did not go around on their hind legs. They were on fours giving providence to their hind quarters. And Melissa's hind quarters were something approaching magnificence it must be said. She had the movement of a pony and yet the sexuality, almost the sensuality of an attractive, beautiful human being. The way she moved her hooves was similar to the way she would have shifted her weight from one stiletto to the other had she been wearing high heels. Had she had the feet to wear high heels? It was like removing her humanity, or removing her identity as a human being did not remove that allure and that sensuality. The whole vision, the whole concept of pony-girl was a difficult one to take in - a difficult one to absorb. One might see that attraction for men and some women. The captured, controlled femininity. The utter control, the utter, utter submission and the total destruction of the mind. It was kind of sexy. There was a 'fetish' for pony-style bdsm games. But these were not 'games' that were played at Hope Farm. This was not some game that was played for a few hours and then locked away in the secret closet. What was happening at Hope Farm was taking pony-girl, pony-women and pain-ponies to a whole new level. A sub level - a level that to other people probably did not exist.

The sadist had barely expended any effort in aiming and delivering the kicks. One to one re-set knee the other to the other knee. They didn't seem to be kicks that enforced a request - rather they were kicks that simply delivered the desired result with the minimum of fuss. Doctor Sabra Nawaz didn't enter into conversations with her victims. She had no need to do that. Neither did she have any desire to do that. The Doctor was on a whole different and elevated level to the one that her victims were on. There was barely any need for her to communicate with either Melissa or Maisie any more. There had been barely any contact there anyway - now there was none. It added like yet another level to the whole proceedings. It separated the silly little games that people played with the 'scene' from the real world. Those silly people playing games, keeping the acts of bdsm, fetish and fantasy just that - fantasy. Then there was Doctor Sabirah Najwah - a mortal danger to anyone in the real world. If any of those fantasists came into contact with her - if they got sucked into her web then it would be unlikely that they would ever be spat back out of it - not the same that they went into it at the very least. If anyone were to come across the Doctor and have any incline of what her real world hobbies and past times that she took part in, then they would turn and run like fuck for the exit doors. That is, unless they had absolutely no idea. They could be taken in by her charm and her beauty. She had those two qualities in abundance. She used those qualities all the time. Even in her normal day to day world she was being a predator. That is was she did - it came as a second nature to her - that is what she did. No-one on meeting her for the first time would have the slightest inclination of the type of woman that she was. In fact, if one were to be stopped, and warned to stay the fuck away from that woman at all cost, then one would probably be laughed at - scoffed at. Sabirah was a beautiful, successful, stunning woman who could communicate at all levels. A lot of her communication could be and was done with her eyes. Huge almond eyes that seemed to say it all. Oh there might be the warning signs there - not obvious warning signs, but signs that might have hinted at her love of things fetish. The highest of high heels that she wore. The slinky, almost kinky way she dressed - a penchant for leather and even latex. But she wore that stuff like a supermodel would wear something in her professional life that she might never wear in private. Kind of like tongue-in-cheek and yet at the same time presenting this stunning, gorgeous vision. There might even be some that would say "I'll bet she is a kinky bitch in the bedroom." Such a comment like a throw away remark that could come from men, or lesbians alike. But if those same people had even the slightest idea what this woman was all about - if they had any inclination of the horror this woman was capable of creating and inflicting then .... well, such a knowledge would probably be received and processed with more than a certain amount of disbelief.

It wasn't just the fact that Melissa's huge, huge breasts were hanging heavy under her, and swinging painfully from side to side as she moved. It was the fact that they looked so pain filled. In a strange way they still looked like succulent, delicious breasts - oh yes they had been worked on, but they were delicious and succulent simply because there was so much more that they could 'give' to a person of a certain persuasion. There was so much more that they, those breasts could give to a sadist. It was like, in their very act of hanging and swinging so close to the floor that they were inviting the most painful, and the most intense attention to them. They looked like agony bags - like agony filled bags, but at the same time they were made to look like they revelled in that agony that was created and inflicted. There would be little point in pretending that her huge, solid, missile like nipples cleared the floor whilst she was in her all fours by a whole lot because they didn't. There was very little clear air between the bare nerve tips of those nipples and the floor. Indeed it wouldn't take much of an exaggerated movement either way when in that all fours position for those nipples to dip down and for them to drag painfully on the floor. And that would happen. The nipples would bend and distort at the base near to where they flared out into the areola and they would bend and distort and then those nerve ending would open up more and the receptors would indeed receive more and more of the pain involved. Normally, for a normal human woman, she would absorb nipple play and it would arouse her. But Melissa was not designed like that - she was not wired up in that way. Melissa, or the creature that used to be Melissa was created for subjugation to the most intense of pain - both mental and physical and that was what her world consisted of in the here and now. Oh yes, at times that pain would be used to arouse her - it would be used to take her down several levels of dignity that she had never been down before and she would be aroused. She may even be aroused to the point that in her own, pain-pony like way she would BEG to be abused so that she could orgasm. She may even be granted the status of orgasm at some point or another. But that was by the by. Giving a pain-pony an orgasm was much like another level of entertainment for a sadist. Giving 'it' that shot of pure pleasure was simply something to amuse a sadist - especially one of an advanced kind like Doctor Sabirah Najwah.

Another kick - it looked like a gentle kick, and as kicks go, it probably was gentle. It was just that it was the well-aimed stiletto of Sabirah that aimed the kick into the most sensitive of enhanced flesh. At the point between her two stretched hairless holes - that most delicate of flesh which in Melissa's case was in a constant state of addictive arousal. That piece of flesh which had become a smaller area due to the fact that the cunt and the ass of the pain pony had been so stretched that they almost met in the middle. But it was also that the cuntal flesh, dripped non-stop over this piece of flesh. It dripped down from the modified clitoral area and seemed to drip clear of the big black hole of her sex, and then over this piece of flesh and to the stretched asshole. It was like a sexual arousal but wasn't. It wasn't sexual arousal because sexual arousal could not possibly be associated with the life that Melissa was forced to live since she had been taken without consent - could it? Mild pain and some tying up games like those fantasists did - oh yes that was all ok - and then back in the closet after. But not this. Surely not this? That kick was a guiding kick. Funny, it wasn't accompanied by any form of voice command. It was simply like this particular pain pony knew what it meant - knew how to take the kick and knew which direction to gently, gently walk to, in that pony like way. Heavy, heavy tits swinging under her and little noises. Several noises actually - first her teeth, nibbling at the bit that had been fed through her cheeks - and then the gentle 'winnie' as she walked all prose. She might have been on all fours but she was trying and succeeding to hold her head up high and proud and the same time. There might have been some explanation in how she could do that because of some of the surgery that she had been given. That surgery hadn't exactly extended her neck so that she could turn her head up and hold it up all proud like - but the work had most definitely paid attention to the strength and the ability to bend it back more than she would have been able to as a human being. Melissa presented a bizarre, bizarre vision and yet, at the same time almost one of equine perfection. Her hips and haunches swayed side to side and then from the rear there were those two enormous black holes - her cunt rather larger than her ass, but both abnormally sized. The kick - that gentle guiding kick had sent the whole sexual flesh into a super undulation. It undulated and rolled as though it had a life of its own. And that kick seemed to persuade more of the juices from the clitoral region to drip. It was like that kick was the source of arousal. Melissa whinnied and she walked on her fours at the same time as riding out the undulations of her sexuality. It seemed remarkable and really quite erotic that her movements all blended in - animal like, but also with human qualities. Like she was exaggerating a pose for a husband. One of those sexy bedroom games - a secret game - and that it was all for him. Making herself more sexually alluring so that he would take her hard later - or so that she would take his cock in her mouth and suck him to completion.