Walkingdown he found he door to a small shop along the wall... almostinvisible. As he neared he saw things being thrown out... looking atthem, he foun... they were passports and such like.A voice called, "They won't need these anymore."Curt bent down to pick them up. "Property of Judd Manning, Property ofRuss Holdren... Jim Kenllelly... Doug..."The pictures showed they were the men who he had seen walk down there.Going inside he met a tall, massive figure. He had been crying."I... er saw some. I saw a shiny red pointed dog prick pointed at me and then I felt the slimy pointed head probing around back there hitting my ass and then near my vagina. I screamed out hoping to scare the animal, but all his hopping around had finally speared my pussy and he thrust into me so hard I was again forced to have my head bent looking at his prick and his hairy sheath banging against my body.His initial assault was tentative but when his cock was firmly entrenched into my vagina, he found a new gear. ? None of the ponygirls knewwhat the helmets were for, but soon, all were drifting off to sleep. ??????????? Jennifer?stale: ??????????? Jenniferwoke up the next morning, and tried to speak.?All she heard was the high pitch whinny of a horse. She looked aroundthe stall, and over to the other ponygirls around her.? All of them had similar waking upexperiences.? None of them couldtalk.? Then with a rumble and bang, thestable door opened, and a group of about 20 trainers came into the barn.. The girl squirmed as the thin man fondled her, and she was taken further on by the two, to even gloomier surroundings.They were right by a large tributary of the river now; this part had silted up and saw no trade anymore. The old wooden warehouses went four stories up, and leaned out over the filthy sewage laden creek. The gantries above which once allowed access to the holds of ships below, now looked down on mud several fathoms deep. The sight was all the more depressing as the tide was out;.