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Subject: {ASSM} MALLIONS (NC-17)(Femdom) part-3
Date: Tue, 24 Jul 2001 23:10:01 -0400
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                    October?
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Well at least I now know, mostly from overhearing (with my now very
sharp ears) two trainers who were speaking about something to do with a
Holloween party yesterday outside of the building I was in, as (at the
time) I was being horse shoed (which sure felt weird) that it is now
sometime in the middle of October.

Which means if I figure in the last ten days that I have been awake (and
aware), it now has been some eleven weeks (give or take a couple of
days) since I (and my son) have come to this place against my will, and
converted by them by some borderline science that seems like magic to me
into a creature that they refer to as a Mallion, by this obviously
insane group of women, who among learning upon my first waking day that
they had been capable of committing mass murder!

Speaking of Pete, after worrying about him for the last week and a half
(as being an animal in their eyes they told me nothing about him or his
condition) I finally got to see him yesterday (if only from a distance)
as at the time I was being led (literally by the balls) from the tack
shop (after the final fitting of the saddle they had made custom for me
at which point I was surprised to find that I was now almost eight feet
tall) at which point I saw him, (and from his reaction I am sure he saw
me as well) for all of twenty five seconds if that, as at that time he
was being led into the tack shop in the same manner as I was, by a
rather tall fortyish looking blond haired woman (who I assumed must have
been his trainer) in thru another one of the side doors of the shop that
I had just left.

Anyway life (such as it now is for me) has settled into a routine which
consists of waking at the crack of dawn (in a position I now have found
the most comfortable position for sleeping, which is in a kind of a
crouch, kinda like how a bird sleeps) most times by the sound of a small
electric delivery van pulling up in front of the barn that the stable
hand who pulls morning duty for our barn uses to deliver one of our two
daily meals.

Which are bought in (as I hungrily watch from my stall) already mixed up
with whatever they wish to feed us in these individually marked three
gallon green plastic jugs (with stall numbers written on them in black
magic marker, which amazed me when I saw that I was #1,487) that remind
me of those old plastic gas cans from when I was a kid, which the
morning stable hand (a very fit fiftyish woman who looks like she just
stepped from out of a TV commercial for Ivory Soap, and who before the
plague I learned had trained real horses for a living) hauls in six at a
time in this small wheel barrow like conveyance in order to feed me, and
my five other barn mates housed in the five other stalls in this one
barn alone.

After feeding the first two mallions to my right she then gets around to
pouring my ration into this shinny stainless steel bowl (she attached to
the inside of my stall door before pouring) and after I finish drinking
the three gallons of multiflavored liquid that tastes kinda like apple
and banana most mornings (which my trainer told me will nourish my now
395 pounds of bulk until the evening ration is poured) that seems to
only take me (as I am so hungry) five minutes to suck down, at which
point seeing that I am finished she then opens my stall and clips a lead
rope to the simple choke collar like harness which is secured at all
times now around my balls.

At which point she then leads me out of the barn towards the small
corral set aside for the six of us (so she can then clean out our
stalls) at which point, as I catch her smell as I walk behind her and
watch the swaying of her ass my now twenty inch long cock almost
instantly and painfully erects to the point that it starts to wildly
flap around as I walk behind her which she ignores as she then puts me
into the corral, at which point she then unhooks my lead and returns to
lead out the next Mallion which then allows my cock after five or six
minutes to once again resume its normal flaccid state.

Anyway as I then wait in the corral for my trainer to show up to start
me on my daily exercise program, mostly to build up my muscle tone and
stamina I take the opportunity to mix with the others, as we get to know
each other as best we can without being able to talk.

And from what I can tell most of the others have been here some months
now, which I found out as I (from my boy scout days) just happened to
know morse code (which I thought I had forgotten but apparently when
they changed us our memories have become super sharp as I find myself
now having almost total recall) and so it seems did two others in my
group, so as we stand there we kinda tap out questions and answers to
each other using our hooves, which takes damn near forever but hey where
and what the hell else do we have to do.

Anyway I learned from a guy named Rick Oldorf (formerly a 57 year old VP
in an advertisement agency) who has been here the longest who told me
that he had been a regular to a Professional Asian Dominatrix (in
Richmond,VA) and he told me that about four months before the plague hit
he had been bought here for what he had thought was a kinda extended
holiday for him, and given an injection that he didn't think anything
about at the time, as (she said) it was for some new aphrodisiac.

But two days later he started going thru the change as I had at which
point he knew that it was something more than an Aphro, and then when
the plague hit and he found that he was one of the people to survive it
he began to suspect that the women in charge of this place (and the
fourteen other centers around what had been the USA that he knew of) had
set it up for him to survive, and that they had picked out most all the
other men now here in advance to be turned into mallions to survive as
well!

Anyway from what I learned from him that after my saddle is ready I will
then be trained for about five months, and then taken to auction where I
will be sold (using some kind of weird credit system as money obviously
means nothing now) to a woman or women as a riding horse, or for
whatever purpose she wants to use me for!

Also from what he tells me I will (in a few days) start to be MILKED
regularly using a kinda of perverted milking machine, which is he tells
me located in a shed just off the side of the race track after the
workday is over, and only if my trainer thinks I deserve relief instead
of being jacked off every other day by my trainer (which she first
started doing eight days ago in order to get cum samples as she called
them) and which I found is very necessary as if I don't get to cum at
least once every 48 hours my balls start to turn blue.

I also learned from the second code user, a guy named Kenneth Mann who
used to be a 37 year old car repairman in Newark, that if you perform as
they want you to that you get rewarded with things like better flavors
in your diet and even he told me on special occasions they may allow you
to fuck an in heat pony mare in the pussy, which seemed to excite him
and Rick but left me disgusted as I wasn't into bestiality!

And as well I learned that they will take extreme action if you
misbehave as Ken told me he saw with his own eyes one day when a mallion
went nuts and kicked a trainer, at which point another trainer came up
pulled out her pistol and shot the  poor mallions balls off at which
point they dragged him off to a shed and tortured him to death!

Which to say the least sent chills down my spine as I vowed to behave as
best as I could to avoid such a fate!

                    Feb. 25
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Well I went to auction yesterday (more than a month early), and I was
sold to a private girls school located somewhere in Georgia.

Apparently I will be used there as a riding mount in the schools stable,
mostly so as to let the 13 to 16 year old girls going there to get
practical hands on training, so as to let them learn the proper way to
take care of their own steed which they will someday own as well!

Looking back in the previous months at the training facility it had
turned out that I came to really like being used as a horse, and that
because I embraced it so completely it was a rare event indeed when
Alice even needed to use her crop on me, as day in and day out she would
put me thru my paces from pulling a small sulky like cart one day, to
the more advanced courses in dressage the next day, in which it seems
that I got outstanding marks right down the line.

In fact in turned out that the only time when they had to discipline me
was when I was in fact inline for a reward.

It turns out that Ken was right when he let me in on the knowledge that
on occasion they would permit us to mount mares, so it was quite a shock
to me one day (about two months into my training) when I was not led
into the usual shed for my daily milking, but instead I was taken to an
isolated climate controlled barn off to the side of it and led in thru a
dark door to find myself (as my eyes adjusted to the light) staring at
the rearend of a large shetland mare, who was done up in breeding
hobbles and as well was sporting a rear facing saddle.

Thats when two other trainers stepped from out of the shadows as Alice
removed her jacket and riding shoes and then with the help of a third
trainer her Riding Breeches as well,  at which point she then climbed on
up into the saddle at which point I saw that when I was to mount the
mare my face would rest right into her crotch!

And thats when I froze as years of catholic upbringing about bestiality
being a sin took hold of me.

Then as the closest trainer took ahold of my reins I saw this look of
surprise come onto her face as she was jerked to a stop because I didn't
move one step, at which point I felt the sting of the crop on my rump as
one trainer yelled at me ""Get your ass over there you Dumb Fuck"" which
if anything seemd to firm my stance against it!

After giving me seven or eight more cuts with her crop I then heard
Alice (who was still on the mares back) tell the others to back off as
she then looked at me and said to me ""Come here boy"" at which point
the training took over and I walked up to the back of the mare, but I
made no move to mount her.

Looking me in the face a moment with what I saw was puzzlement on hers I
then suddenly saw her brighten as she then said to me ""So you're a
catholic are'nt you?"" at which point I shook my head up and down.

Thats when I heard a giggle off to the side of me as Alice took my face
in both of her hands, and then leaned over and gave me a deep french
kiss, and after she broke it and leaned back into her seat she told me
""Silly Stud don't you realize that you are no longer human, and in fact
that you are now far more the horse than the man you once were, so this
is not a sin to have sex with this mare so let us be done with this
silliness on you're part because I am So Fucking Horny!"".

At which point catching the smell from her randy cunt all my resistance
broke down, and with the help of one of the trainers who had came up to
the side of me who then grabbed my cock and guided it into the mare
burning hole, as Alice then pushed/slid her crotch into my face at which
point I then feasted upon her dripping pussy with relish!

I do not know how long I humped and munched but eventually I felt myself
close in on an orgasm at which point I doubled my effort until I felt
myself relase my load deep into the mare as I then felt her orgasm.

Then a really strange thing happened as the mare, who was in deep heat
refused to loosen her hold on my cock, so as I stood there and continued
to tongue her cunt I then felt one of the other trainers kneel down
behind me and reach up between my legs and grab the base of my cock in
her hand, which was still mostly in the mares cunt at which point I
heard the sharp intake of breath, and then her voice as she said to the
others gathered watching us that I was still hard as a rock.

At which point the animal part of my brain took over once again and I
started humping away, until some few minutes later I felt the mare
shudder against my stomach as she then finally orgasmed, at which point
Alice had her second one and then a third one in rapid succession as I
then shot my second load into the mare cunt.

Leaning up against the mare at that point as I was utterly spent, it was
a minute before I felt three sets of arms trying to pull me off the
mare, at which point I then stepped back only to hear this slurping
sound as my cock was released from the mares meaty sheath, and it was at
that moment as well that I once again felt Alices hands on my face as
she pulled me back rtowards her and kissed me once again, and as we
sucked on each others tongues as her spit mixed with mine and her cunt
juices as I then heard the sound of the chatter of the other women who
had thought it was the hotest thing they had ever seen!  

Anyway so here I now am standing in the back of an old moving van
heading on down south on one of the few open highways, which is a break
for me as I am at least heading for a warmer climate as it is turning
out to be a colder winter than expected.

To be continued...

READ THE FIRST STORY IN THIS SERIES AT

http://community-2.webtv.net/Adam1076/SPACE2

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