Trotting into Trouble

Linda was so worried about going to the casino that she was barely able to focus on getting dressed and was still wearing only her thong panties and nothing else as she fretted and redid her makeup for the umpteenth time.

She was nervous. Linda had never gambled before, of course, but she told herself that she knew what she was doing after watching a couple of videos on the internet.

Linda's big round breasts swayed as she scurried about in only her pink thong panties, her curvy ass playfully bouncing as she continued to worry and somehow got into a sexy black dress. She was so short, barely five feet tall, that she often had to stand on her tiptoes to reach the things she needed.

She didn't want Sam to worry, so she decided to keep her gambling adventure a secret and paid for the taxi with her own money. When she arrived at the casino, she was immediately overwhelmed by the garish palace of flashing lights and clinking coins, a dizzying maelstrom of sounds and smells and desperate gamblers.

Linda felt like she had just stepped into a neon-lit circus, complete with overpriced concessions and creepy carnies, minus the fun. The cigarette smoke stung her eyes, and the clinking of coins and whirring of slot machines nearly deafened her, but she couldn't help but feel a little excited by it all.

Desperate to blend in, Linda smoothed out her luxurious dark hair, and marched toward the nearest poker table.

She could feel the weight of the money in her purse; it was all she had left after Sam had lost his job at the company.

As she approached the table, Linda noticed a handsome young man with a sly grin, a thick beard, and cool shades looking at her with amusement. He was surrounded by a small group of people, all laughing and cheering as they placed their bets on the poker table.

"Hey there, beautiful," he said, flashing her a dazzling smile.

Linda disliked him immediately. She was brought up as a conservative girl and everything about this man screamed foul to her.

"What do you want?" she growled, trying to suppress the burning anger building in her stomach.

"Relax, sweetheart," the man said, dragging out the word "sweetheart" like a cat lapping up milk. "I'm just here to make this night interesting."

Linda couldn't believe her ears! She hadn't made it five feet from the doorway and already this man, who she hadn't even drunkenly identified as Mr. Creepo in the dim light, was making moves on her. Linda turned up her nose at him and would have walked away if he did not choose that very moment to get under her skin even more.

"How about a round of poker, hot stuff? You can be on my team," he suggested, his sly grin only growing wider.

"Team? I don't think so," Linda retorted, raising an eyebrow at the guy. "I can play by myself."

"Sure, sure," he said, waving his hand airily, "but who's going to save you when you're out of your league? A pretty thing like you might find herself running around in her birthday suit if she's not careful."

Linda's face reddened in anger. This smug bastard deserved to be put in his place. She had watched a couple of videos about the game and it was easy enough, plus Linda always fancied herself to be a smart girl.

"I'm more than capable of handling myself, thank you very much," Linda replied with a snap in her voice. She was determined to prove this slimy guy wrong and show him that she was not some damsel in distress. Plus it would be nice to put this idiot in his place.

Mr. Creepo just chuckled and shook his head, "We'll see about that."

Linda scowled and was about to give him the cold shoulder when a girl wearing a low-cut white blouse and a pair of skin-tight leather pants came up to Mr. Creepo and whispered something in his ear.

"Great, Pansy, bring it on," he said and turned back to Linda with a wink.

Linda noticed that the girl was looking at her with a mischievous smirk on her face. Linda tensed up and tried not to let the feeling of being outnumbered get under her skin. She puffed her chest out and looked straight at Mr. Creepo.

"Listen, pal. I came here to win some money and I don't need some trumped up idiot like you getting in my way," Linda snapped, her voice dripping with venom. "Why don't you crawl back to your little girlfriend over there and leave me alone."

Mr. Creepo just laughed and shook his head. "Alright, hot shot. I like your spirit. But don't say I didn't warn you. I'm Troy, by the way, and this is my girlfriend, Pansy."

Pansy gave Linda a wicked smile, her eyes shining with mischief. "Hello, sweetie. I'm Pansy," the girl said, extending her arm in a mockingly friendly gesture.

Linda pretended not to notice and made sure to avoid the outstretched hand.

"The name's Linda," she said through clenched teeth.

Pansy's eyes narrowed at Linda's obvious display of rudeness but Troy just chuckled and gestured to the empty seats at the poker table.

"Care to join us?" he asked, holding out a chair for Linda with mock politeness.

Linda didn't, but then he put some chips on the table that made her hesitate. He was a bit young and seemed unlikely to be a good player, plus his girlfriend looked like a brainless tart as well. She could get some much needed money and humiliate this obnoxious young couple as well.

Linda couldn't help but picture Troy and Pansy's faces, all red and angry, as she emptied their pockets of their hard-earned cash. She smiled at the thought.

"Sure, why not?" Linda replied with a sickly sweet fake politeness as she took her seat and adjusted her dress, trying to keep her composure.

Linda couldn't help but notice that the dealer of the poker table gave a low chuckle as she sat down. A smarter girl than Linda would have read the man's attitude as warning, but Linda was so focused on Troy and Pansy, and the money they seemed to be throwing around like confetti, that she didn't pick up on it.

"Alright, let's get started," Troy declared with a flourish, spinning the dealer's chip into the air and landing it with a loud clatter in the middle of the table. "New player, introduce yourself."

Linda paused. She had always hated telling people who she was and where she came from. However, Troy was an expert at getting people to unwittingly share more about themselves than they intended. Linda took a deep breath and introduced herself as politely as her boiling blood would allow. "Hello, I'm Linda," she stated, through clenched teeth.

Troy's grin widened even further. "Why don't you tell us where your husband is?" he asked, spying the wedding ring on Linda's hand.

"Well, he doesn't know I'm here, so I'd rather not say," Linda said, trying to maintain her composure.

Troy's smug grin only increased. "Don't worry, your secret's safe with us," he said, even as he thought of how easy it would be to use that little piece of information to his advantage.

"So what makes you think you can play with the big boys and girls?" Pansy chimed in, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Linda scoffed. "Oh, please. I may not have as much experience as you two, but I'm not a complete idiot. I watched a few videos so I have the hang of this game."

Troy and Pansy exchanged a knowing glance, almost bursting out in laughter at Linda's naivety. "Aww, bless her heart," Pansy said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

"We'll see how well that video learning goes," Troy said, his confidence growing even more as he sized up his new prey.

Pansy too was eyeing Linda with interest. In addition to her pretty face, Linda looked as though she had a nice body underneath that dress. Pansy grinned as she pictured Linda naked and out of money.

The poker game started, and Linda eagerly played - with the slightest twitches of her brow and a determined smile, she considered herself smart and that was plain to see.

Pansy glanced over her shoulder at the growing crowd. That's what happens when people see the potential for a hot mess, she thought with a chuckle.

Linda dug into her cards, her forehead creased in concentration. "I have two pairs, sevens and nines," she said proudly, tossing her chips onto the growing pile in the center of the table.

Her opponents, Troy and Pansy, exchanged a smug look. They started to purposely lose small amounts of money so that Linda's confidence grew as she made small wins.

Soon she had a nice pile of chips, and Linda's face was beaming with pride and anticipation at the money she was about to win.

Troy winked at Pansy, pleased with how things were progressing.

"So do you want to raise the stakes, Linda?" Troy asked cheekily, raising an eyebrow at her.

Linda's chest puffed up with confidence. she said, grinning from ear to ear. "Let's add some zeroes to the pot."

Pansy grinned and signaled for the dealer to increase the betting limit.

"Let's make it interesting, shall we?" she chirped, her eyes sparkling.

Linda's excitement grew as she considered the amount of money she was about to win. She glanced around the table, sizing up her opponents, feeling like a predator ready to pounce on its prey.

Troy and Pansy both looked concerned to her and she looked at her own hand. She had two pairs - queens and eights - not bad at all!

"See, I'm not so bad," Linda smirked triumphantly, while Troy and Pansy shared a quick exchanged glance.

Linda placed a big bet on her hand, convinced she had them.

Troy just shrugged, as if to say "okay, if that's what you want to do." Pansy chuckled under her breath, but Linda didn't notice as she held her breath, waiting to see what they would do.

Troy, with his sly smile, stared at Linda for a few seconds before flipping over his cards one at a time. The table groaned in disappointment for Linda. She felt like the floor had dropped out from under her. He had a full house.

Just like that, all of Linda's confidence and excitement turned to dust. She felt like she had just finished running a marathon, only to find out it was just a warm-up.

Pansy burst out laughing, "Oh Linda, you should have seen the look on your face!"

Troy was grinning from ear to ear, puffing up with pride. He made a show of counting out Linda's chips as the table cheered and laughed at Linda's expense.

"Now that was funny!" Troy exclaimed, thumping Linda on the back making her nearly spill her drink. "Who needs a comedy act when you've got you standing here? You are a natural!"

Pansy chimed in, "You should go on tour! You could be the next Sarah Silverman or Amy Schumer."

Linda was far from amused. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, and she could feel the heat rising in her chest as she glared at Troy and Pansy.

Linda watched balefully as Troy and Pansy cashed in her chips. Not only had they won all her winnings, but they had also taken all of her savings too.

"Let's give the airhead a chance to win it back," said Pansy with a smirk as they made a show of counting out the money in front of Linda.

Troy was more than up for it.

"Hey Linda, you know, there's a small event at the horse racing stadium tonight. If you want to win your money back, that could be the perfect place," Troy suggested, with a sly smile.

Linda's temper flared, but she tried to keep it in check. She needed to win that money back somehow.

"Mmm, horses, that sounds exciting," Linda replied in a forced enthusiasm that made it painfully clear that it was anything but.

"Well, it's not exactly horses that would be racing. It'll be ponies. Why not come along and see for yourself," clarified Troy as he wore his fancy sports jacket.

Linda didn't know the first thing about betting on races, but she needed to try and win back her money.

"Alright, how do I get there?" Linda asked through gritted teeth.

"Well, sunshine, why not let us give you a lift," replied Troy with a smirk.

The notion of getting in a car with those two made Linda want to rip her own hair out, but she knew she didn't have much choice. Grudgingly, she agreed.

The car ride was just as unbearable as Linda had imagined. Pansy bombarded her with annoying questions about her relationship, and Troy kept making cheesy jokes that were so bad they could have been used for torture.

Troy and Pansy teased Linda mercilessly all the way there, and by the time they arrived at the stadium, Linda was ready to strangle them both.

But she swallowed her rage and plastered a smile on her face as she stepped out of the car with as much dignity as she could muster.

The horse racing stadium was even bigger than the casino, and Linda felt like a small fish in a vast, churning sea of people.

Troy and Pansy led her through the crowds like a pair of sharks circling their prey, until they reached the betting counter.

"Listen up, newbie," Troy began, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "This is how you place a bet on a pony race." He spoke with exaggerated slowness, as if talking to a child.

Linda gritted her teeth, swallowing the smart-alecky remark that sprang to her lips. The last thing she wanted to do was give Troy the satisfaction of getting under her skin.

The betting window was bustling with people waving cash and shouting horse names left and right. The whole scene would be exhilarating if it wasn't also terrifying.

Linda took a deep breath and clutched her purse tight, reminding herself that she was a strong, capable woman who could handle this.

Troy handed her a rolled-up sheet of paper filled with numbers and statistics. "Here's the form. You can pick any pony you want and place your bet."

Linda couldn't quite understand what the numbers meant even though Troy explained, but she nodded anyway.

As Linda looked around, she couldn't help but notice that the people around her were a little unusual. They were dressed in leather and lace, with whips and collars hanging off their bodies, as if they were some kind of weird fetish club. Linda, who had never really been exposed to that kind of lifestyle before, felt instantly intimidated.

"Are we at the race track or some kind of S&M convention?" Linda asked, her voice a little shaky.

Troy laughed loudly, a booming sound that cracked the air. "Well, sugar, this event is specially for adventurous types and catered to those who follow a more deviant lifestyle."

Linda wasn't quite sure what he meant but just then the "ponies" made an appearance and Linda got the shock of her life.

These so-called ponies were actually women dressed up in pony costumes! The costumes were black leather corsets, black thigh-high boots, tight black thongs with a fluffy tail attached, and hooves that had ridiculously high heels.

"What the hell is this!?" Linda exclaimed in shock.

Troy and Pansy chuckled at her surprise, clearly enjoying the spectacle. "Welcome to the world of pony racing, my dear," Troy declared, a devilish grin spreading across his face.

"Pony racing?" Linda repeated, feeling utterly bewildered.

"Yes indeed," Pansy replied, smoothing down her short blonde hair. "It's a delightful little tradition around here, reserved for the most daring and open-minded of gamblers."

Linda couldn't believe what she was hearing. She looked from Troy to Pansy and back again, her mind reeling with shock and confusion.

"You've got to be kidding me," Linda said, pinching herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. "People actually come to this thing?"

Pansy grinned wickedly, her green eyes flashing with amusement. "Oh, yes. These races attract quite a crowd."

Linda looked around the stadium, her eyes widening as she took in the sea of leather and spandex, the studded collars and riding crops.

This certainly wasn't the kind of event that her church-going mother would have approved of, but Linda wasn't here to please anyone but herself.

"Well, honey, it's time to pick a pony," Troy said, snapping Linda out of her reverie.

Linda gazed at the line of women dressed as ponies, their curvy bodies encased in tight black leather and baseball caps. She squinted at the numbers scrawled on their backsides, trying to make sense of it all.

She had no idea how to judge these women in terms of how they'd fare in a race and picked one at random, hoping she'd win.

The first race was about to start and they made their way to their seats with Linda's mind in a daze.

They sat at a table that featured Troy, Pansy, and a thin but stern looking middle-aged lady. The real shocker though was the lady's companion, who was on all fours next to her and wearing a homemade pony costume, complete with a red-and-white polka-dotted bikini bottom with a fluffy horse tail attached.

Linda couldn't help but stare and blurted out, "Excuse me, is that woman actually dressed as a pony and in that getup?"

Troy burst into laughter, clapping his hands together as if he had just witnessed the most hilarious thing ever. Pansy too, couldn't contain her amusement. The woman in the pony costume gave Linda a dirty look, not pleased at how condescending Linda's tones were.

"This older lady is Tania and her pet pony slave here is Michelle," said Pansy, doing the introductions. "And this is Linda. She didn't know anything about this event, but wants to win some money back after her loss in the casino earlier."

Tania and Michelle exchanged a glance and then grinned mischievously.

"Ah, I see," said Tania, her voice as stern as her appearance. "Well, Linda, welcome to the wild world of pony racing. I'm sure you'll find it quite... enlightening."

Michelle waggled her eyebrows, playfully pawing at the ground with her fake hooves.

Linda couldn't help but roll her eyes at the absurdity of it all. But she reminded herself that she needed to win her money back and played along, putting on the best poker face she could muster. However, she couldn't resist insulting Michelle.

"I don't want to associate with riff raff like this one here, it's frankly beneath me to talk to someone so underdressed and ridiculous looking," said Linda haughtily.

Michelle raised her eyebrows and Tania arched an eyebrow as well. "I see you've got a bit of an attitude, darling," she said with a sly smile. "But trust me, you'll soon learn the rules of our world."

Linda bristled at the tone of Tania's voice but tried to keep her cool. "I assure you I'm a quick learner," she retorted with a forced smile.

Soon it was time to fill in their betting cards and place their bets, but having lost all her money earlier, Linda had no cash to place her bet.

"Well, Linda, today is your lucky day because this event allows you to bet using other things, not just money," said Troy with a wide smile. "Clothing and property for example."

Linda looked a bit unsure of that. "Well, I don't know...," she began before Pansy stepped in with a goading comment.

"Oh come on, Linda, we're not here to dilly-dally. We want to get this over with so we can get on with losing even more of your money," Pansy said, a wicked grin playing at her lips.

Linda paused for a moment, looking at Pansy with narrowed eyes, but then suppressed her anger and mustered a response.

"Damn it, I'll just take off my shoes. Just place a big bid so I can get my money back and then some," Linda snapped, before quickly peeling off her heels and placing them on the table.

Linda picked the number of the random ponygirl she had seen earlier and they were all set.

Soon the pony girls were all lined up at the starting gate and Linda felt a strange mixture of excitement and dread. Excitement, because she still hoped she could win her money back and dread because she didn't have the faintest idea what she was doing.

As the race began, Linda watched with bated breath as the ponies streaked by, their tails flicking and hooves clattering against the dirt track. Everyone around her seemed to be yelling and cheering, but Linda hardly heard a thing. Her eyes were fixed on the ponies as they trotted by. They were not exactly fast due to the heels they wore, but everyone around them was yelling with excitement.

Linda's pony didn't do too badly at all but she came second much to Linda's disappointment.

The winner of the private bet at the table was Tania, and she collected the money and Linda's heels. With a smile she then did something that completely infuriated Linda and gave the shoes to Michelle.

"Maybe you'll learn to respect people more if they wear your own things," Tania tossed at Linda as a way of explanation, leaving a moment of shocked silence at the table before laughter ensued.

Linda glared at Tania in anger as Michelle eagerly put on Linda's shoes and showed them off.

Without her heels, Linda was only five feet tall, a fact not missed by Pansy who burst out laughing.

"Oh my god, look at the little hobbit!" Pansy yelled, causing the whole table to burst out in laughter.

Linda's face turned red with humiliation and anger. She fought the urge to throw something at Pansy.

Tania's stern expression soon gave way to a thinly veiled smile. "Maybe next time you'll think twice about judging others," she said, still wearing that subtle look of triumph.

Linda huffed and looked away, feeling embarrassed and out of place.

A new set of ponygirls trotted out and the next race was getting set up. This time, Linda didn't know what to put up as a bet. She had already given away her shoes, which wasn't ideal, but it was still safer than bidding her dress or underwear.

"Uh, I don't know. I don't really have anything else to wager," Linda stammered, feeling increasingly vulnerable and frustrated. She was beginning to realize that maybe this wasn't the best idea she had ever had.

"Well, Pansy and I are betting big for this one," said Troy matter-of-factly but it was Tania and Michelle who saw the opportunity and got Linda to bet this time.

"Michelle here will be putting your heels up as the bet. You could win them back if you win, or they'll go home with this lowly slave," said Tania with a smirk.

Linda glanced down at Michelle, feeling both confused and frustrated. What kind of world was this where people wagered clothing and owned slaves? She thought of her husband and imagined his reaction if he found out where she was and what she was doing. The thought made Linda shiver.

Nervously, Linda decided to bet the dress she was wearing, hoping that the luck would finally swing in her favor. Linda blushed bright red as she reached back and unzipped her little black dress and took it off as everyone at their table and the surrounding tables all grinned and stared at her with interest.

There were nudges, whispers, chuckles, and giggles from everyone around as Linda sat there in only her pink bra and panties, blushing bright red as she tried to focus and pick a pony girl.

"There, number seven. She looks fast," Linda said, jabbing her finger at the line of pony girls.

Tania nodded, placing the bet with a smirk, "Number seven it is."

Linda could feel her cheeks burning as everyone at her table looked at her with amusement. She had never felt so naked and vulnerable in her entire life. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to cover herself up as much as possible.

The race started and the pony girls took off, their stiletto hooves clattering on the dirt track. Linda watched with anticipation as her chosen pony girl took the lead.

"Come on, come on!" Linda yelled, bouncing up and down in her seat. "You can do it!"

The pony girls rounded the final turn and Linda held her breath. But as they approached the finish line, Linda's pony girl faltered. She stumbled, her hooves slipping on the track.

Linda's heart sank as she watched in horror as number seven came in third place.

The crowd around her erupted in cheers, and Linda felt as though the weight of the world had come crashing down upon her. She had lost everything she bid, and the realization that she still hadn't won back any of the money she had originally lost earlier made her feel utterly defeated.

"Well, I guess hot pants Linda isn't as lucky as we thought she'd be," Troy taunted her, grinning from ear to ear.

Pansy had won the betting at their table as her pony came first. Taking a leaf out of Tania's book, she gathered up Linda's dress and handed it over to Michelle with a wicked grin.

"Oh honey, I think you'll look great in this," Pansy cooed, dangling the dress in front of Michelle's nose.

Linda scowled at both of them but the grins on their faces seemed to be mocking her. Her sense of impotent anger grew stronger; she felt like a kitten staring down two tigers. She wished she had never come to this godforsaken place!

Michelle, predictably enough, squealed in delight and happily took the dress from Pansy.

She wasted no time in putting it on, twirling around in front of Linda like she had just won the lottery. The only consolation for Linda was that the dress was far too small on Michelle and looked terrible with her big bulky body.

Linda huffed, watching Michelle strut around like a peacock. She was furious and didn't like this woman at all.

"Hey Michelle," now that you're wearing a dress, you can sit at the table and bet with us," said Tania indulgently.

Michelle was only too pleased to do this. She got a kick out of being a slave, but humiliating this conservative, haughty bitch was so much fun.

"Well, I'm happy to join you. And look who's underdressed and ridiculous looking now," said Michelle, paying back Linda in kind.

Linda glared at Michelle angrily but kept her mouth shut. This was going from bad to worse. Part of her wanted to quit, but that would mean going home in just her bra and panties, and that was not an option. She had to win back her clothes and money somehow.

Linda looked at Michelle who had already taken the first step in placing a bet with Tania's help. She was only putting Linda's shoes up for the bet.

"Hey, put up my dress, I need to win it back!" Linda said angrily.

But Michelle was in the mood to toy with Linda. "I think getting your feet back in action is more important, right?" she said, cackling maliciously. "I think putting up my new heels for your bra or panties is a fair exchange."

Linda glared at Michelle in annoyance. Of course, the pony girl wouldn't listen to her. Linda was the one on the losing side here.

"Come on, Linda, let's put your undies where your mouth is," Troy chuckled, his words dripping with sarcasm.

"Shut up, Troy. I'm not in the mood for your stupid jokes," Linda hissed back, crossing her arms again.

Troy and Pansy bid large amounts, more than what they had won from Linda, hoping to trick and convince her into betting.

The betting card was in front of her and Linda had a choice to make. She could either not bet at all or she'd have to put up either her bra or her panties. She had to bet of course, she had to win back her clothes and her money somehow, walking home in her underwear was not an option.

However, deciding between her bra and panties was also not an easy choice. On one hand, she was still sitting down so losing her panties may be easier to still stay relatively covered, On the other hand, being bottomless in this company was almost unthinkable. Finally she sighed and made her decision.

"Fine, I'll put up my panties."

With that, she half stood up and hooked her fingers into her panties, hoping to pull it down quickly before anyone could see anything, but her natural clumsiness and shaking hands worked against her.

She barely managed to push the panties down to mid thigh before losing her grip on the undergarment and getting her hands in a tangle.

Linda's hairless little pussy and lovely round bottom was on display and everyone around them hooted, cheered, and wolf-whistled at the sight. Finally she managed to get her panties down and off and sat down, blushing brightly.

Troy, Pansy, Tania, and Michelle were all in stitches, laughing at her. Linda glared at them angrily, put her legs firmly together and tried to cover herself with her hands as she scanned the lineup of pony girls to pick a pony,

Linda was so flustered that she barely put any thought into picking a pony girl. "I'll take number three," she said hurriedly, filling out her number on the betting card with one hand covering her bare front. She closed her eyes tightly and prayed that the outcome would be in her favor.

Tania smiled at Linda's self-consciousness and looked at Michelle who was wringing her hands behind her back with anticipation. She was enjoying Linda's misfortune a bit too much.

The buzzer went off and the pony girls darted out of their starting gates in their ridiculous high heels, tails bobbing as they ran. The spectators at the table were all placing their hands together for their chosen pony girl, Linda too put her hands together and started chanting number three's number "Three, three, three."

Michelle, whose face was always hidden behind a thick leather mask that gave her the impression of some sex kitten from hell, had a strange look in her eyes. She and most of the others were now more interested in seeing Linda lose than actually watch their pony girl win. After all, none of them had ever witnessed such an entertaining spectacle as Linda being goaded into betting her clothes, and getting stripped down and humiliated.

The pony girls raced around the track as the betting cards fluttered in the wind. Linda held onto her bra for dear life, her knuckles white from the strain as she gripped it tightly.

Finally, with a cry of relief, the finishing flag was waved and the ponies came into view. From where Linda sat, she thought she saw her chosen pony girl in the lead but she wasn't sure.

Linda's heart pounded with anticipation as she watched the race, her breath caught in her throat as the pony girls approached the finish line.

Suddenly, everything went quiet. And then the unthinkable happened.

"Three!" shouted the announcer, in a voice dripping with sarcasm. "Number Three has won!"

Linda's hopes soared, but then...

"Wrong," Troy interrupted, chuckling.

"Three came in second. Number four came in first."

Linda blinked in disbelief as the crowd burst into laughter, leaving her sitting there with her bare buns out. She covered up, feeling utterly humiliated and foolish.

Linda's panties were passed around to the winner of the round at their table, and Linda was dismayed to learn that it was Michelle.

Michelle's eyes sparkled with mischief as she waved Linda's panties around like a trophy and placed them on the table in front of her for all to see.

In addition to her pony outfit, she wore Linda's dress and heels and now had her panties as well. In comparison, Linda now wore only her bra and nothing else.

Everyone was pleased to see Linda lose and they were all in a good mood. Seeing Michelle put her in her place was even more satisfying.

Linda, on the other hand, was not having as good of a time as they were. Her face was red with embarrassment and frustration, and her eyes glistened with unshed tears. She couldn't believe she had lost yet again, and she couldn't believe how humiliated she had been made to feel.

"Oh, Linda," said Pansy, with feigned concern. "Are you okay? You look like you're about to cry."

Linda glared at her. "I'm fine," she snapped.

The betting for the next race was starting up and Michelle immediately bet Linda's panties, holding them up and shaking them in Linda's general direction.

"Want these back, princess?" Michelle taunted her as she twirled Linda's panties around her finger.

Tania, Troy, and Pansy all laughed heartily at Michelle's words, enjoying the spectacle of Linda's misery. Linda, on the other hand, felt like her world was crashing down around her. She couldn't believe she had placed such a reckless bet. Now she was sitting at a table, surrounded by strangers, wearing nothing but her bra.

Linda's breasts threatened to spill out of her lacy undergarment as she hunched over in embarrassment. She felt utterly exposed and vulnerable. Linda didn't want to put up her bra, but Troy, Pansy, and Tania quickly put pressure on her.

"Come on, hot stuff," Troy said, grinning wickedly. "What's the point of coming to a place like this if you're not willing to put it all on the line?"

"Yeah, Linda," Pansy chimed in. "Are you going to walk home in just your bra?"

"Yeah, maybe you can use it as a handkerchief if you catch a cold," Troy teased, causing more laughter to erupt from their table and the surrounding ones.

"Are you going to let Michelle get away with this? She's got your heels, dress, and panties off you now. You better win something back," added Tania with a smirk.

"You're starting to look like a complete nut job up there, and we can't have that now, can we?"

Linda sighed with frustration and closed her eyes, unable to take the constant taunts anymore. She took a deep breath and slowly reached behind her back. With a determined glare on her face, she undid the clasp on her bra.

BOING!

Linda's big round breasts seemed to explode out of their tight confines and her bra flew off and skidded halfway across the table.

Everyone stopped and stared for a moment as Linda's breasts bounced and jiggled wildly before they all burst into loud fits of laughter.

Linda quickly tried to cover up her breasts, but they were proper big handfuls and her tiny hands struggled to contain them.

Linda was so occupied with her breasts that she barely focused on picking out a pony girl, not realizing that the one she picked out was short, fat, and uncoordinated-looking even at a glance.

"Number nine it is!" Linda muttered as she tried to get her tits under control.

The race started, and the pony girls sprinted out of their starting gates at a clumsy pace, tails bobbing and hooves clattering against the ground in their stiletto hooves.

Linda watched the race with bated breath, covering her bouncing assets with one hand and holding onto the edge of the table tightly with the other.

The short, fat, and not-at-all coordinated pony girl that Linda had picked seemed to be struggling against her high heels, slipping and sliding all over the track.

"Dear Lord!" Linda exclaimed, mortified. Everyone at the table started laughing again, including Michelle who waved Linda's panties in the air and yelled, "Looks like you just graduated from the Linda Big-Tit University, congratulations! Your pony girl looks as lost as you!"

Linda's pony girl seemed to indeed be struggling. Forgetting she was completely naked, Linda got to her feet and yelled urgently, "Come on, number nine! You can do it! Run faster for God's sake!"

With her bare breasts bouncing, and her bare buttocks jiggling, people spent more time watching her than the race. Tania, Pansy, and Michelle were practically rolling on the floor laughing.

Linda, not known for her grace or athleticism, stumbled over her own feet as she tried to cheer on her pony, unwittingly exposing herself even more. The laughter from the surrounding crowd reached a fever pitch as all eyes were on her.

No amount of encouragement and fevered yelling was going to change the outcome of the race as her short, fat, uncoordinated pony girl came in dead last. Linda's last shred of dignity was snatched away as realization settled over her.

Her breasts were still hanging out and she quickly covered herself up, feeling her cheeks blush in embarrassment. She couldn't believe she had just made a complete fool out of herself in front of all these strangers.

The jeering grew worse as people continued to make fun of her.

"Hey, big tits!" someone yelled, cupping their hands around their mouth to amplify their voice.

Linda, now feeling both humiliated and violated, quickly sunk back down in her chair, covered herself up and stared at the floor. She couldn't bear to look at any of them. She felt so small and insignificant in this crazy world that she had stupidly stumbled into.

The laughter at the tables lingered on, only slowly fading. Tania, Michelle, and Pansy were still giggling, almost uncontrollably. Troy seemed to be more entertained than anyone else, his eyes gleaming with delight seeing Linda uncomfortable and vulnerable.

Troy, Pansy, Tania, and Michelle looked at Linda with satisfaction. They had successfully gotten her undressed in front of a crowd of people and humiliated her. Linda's face was beet red with embarrassment and frustration. She looked down at the ground, not wanting to meet anyone's gaze. And yet, this was only the beginning of Linda's humiliation.

Michelle couldn't stop giggling as she looked across the table at Linda, who was completely naked now.

"Wow, I've never seen a bigger pair of sad titties in my life!" Troy said and laughed.

"At least she's got some big ones to match her personality" Pansy added, trying to keep her laughter contained.

Linda blushed and couldn't help feeling completely humiliated. She wanted to crawl under the table right then and there and disappear, but instead, she let out a deep sigh and tried to compose herself.

She decided to focus on getting her stuff back. If she could do that, then maybe, just maybe, she could save herself from complete and utter humiliation.

"Alright, give me a chance to win back my clothes." Linda said, trying to make her voice as steady as possible despite the fact that her hands were shaking like a leaf.

Troy, Pansy, Tania, and Michelle looked at each other with a gleam in their eyes. They saw an opportunity to make Linda suffer even more and they weren't going to pass it up.

"Alright, Linda, you can win back your clothes, but you have to put something else up for collateral," Tania said slyly.

"What do you mean?" Linda asked, feeling a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"Well, you already lost your dress, shoes, and underwear. So, if you want to keep playing, you have to put something else up. Otherwise, what's in it for us?" Pansy explained, a wicked grin on her face.

Linda had no idea what to do. She had lost absolutely everything.

"How about a personal wager between the two of us. I'll put up all your clothes, but if you lose, I get to gag and handcuff you and you'll have to kneel on the floor next to my seat," said Michelle.

Linda was flabbergasted. She did not like this woman at all and considered her beneath her, but losing this next round pushed her lower down the social pecking order than even this slave.

However, it was a chance for Linda to win back her clothes and she hesitantly agreed. Unfortunately for Linda, Michelle didn't let her off the hook.

"If I'm going to accept your bet, you'll have to ask me nicely. Repeat after me, 'I am a loudmouth fool and my tits are bigger than my brain.'"

Linda couldn't believe the audacity of this woman! But in her desperation to win back her clothes, she bit her tongue and reluctantly repeated Michelle's words with a venomous edge to them.

"Not good enough. Let's hear it again," said Michelle with a smirk, placing Linda's clothes on the table in front of her.

Linda gritted her teeth and repeated the humiliating sentence again, feeling more and more like a fool.

"I am a loudmouth fool and my tits are bigger than my brain," she repeated, her voice sulky and resentful.

Michelle nodded her head, grinning from ear to ear. "There, that's not so hard now is it? And for your information, I prefer D-cups with small brains any day."

Linda rolled her eyes, trying her best to hide her embarrassment.

The pony girls walked out in line and this time, Linda did her best to pick out one that would win. She didn't realize that Troy, Pansy, Tania, and Michelle were regulars here and knew most of the ponies and who was likely to win each round.

Linda picked out a long-legged, slender pony girl with a sleek black mane and tail. She thought to herself, "That one looks like it could race."

Linda watched as the race started, and the pony girls galloped around the track, their hoofish heels clattering against the ground.

By now, everyone around them knew of the personal bet between Linda and Michelle and they were all cheering for Michelle's chosen pony girl.

Michelle had selected number 6 and Linda had selected number 4.

As they raced around the track in their stiletto hooves, Linda held her breath.

"Come on, number 4! Run faster, you idiot! You can do it!" Linda yelled and stomped her feet, unknowingly making her breasts bounce all over the place.

The crowd watched with amusement. The idea of Linda cheering on a pony girl in her current state really heightened the humor of the situation.

"Go number six!" Michelle yelled back, already confident that she was going to win this bet.

Around the track, the ponies ran, until finally, they neared the finish line.

"Number 6! Let's go number 6!" Everyone around them cheered, all of them personally invested in Michelle's victory over Linda in what was a close race.

Linda's hands were clenched so tight they were almost white, the tension in her body mirroring the strain on the track. But as the ponies neared the finish line, it was clear that Linda had nothing to worry about.

Number 6 wobbled towards the end, her spindly legs barely keeping her upright while number 4 stretched out ahead, almost at the finish line.

But just as Linda was about to gloat at her victory, her pony girl stumbled, falling flat on her face just before crossing the finish line. Number six stumbled ahead and won the race by inches.

"What the hell!" Linda shrieked. "She was winning, she was winning!"

Linda jumped up from her chair, completely forgetting that she was completely naked, her breasts bouncing and jiggling in every direction.

"Oh my god, oh my god!" she squealed, frantically trying to cover up her nudity as everyone in the audience burst into laughter.

Michelle, on the other hand, couldn't contain her glee. "Ha! Looks like you've lost again, Linda," she cackled. "Repeat your line again for me, Linda."

"What? No, I won't!" Linda exclaimed, crossing her arms over her exposed chest.

"You'll say the words or I'll choose the most uncomfortable gag ever for you," stated Michelle sternly.

Linda sighed deeply and relented. "I am a loudmouth fool and my tits are bigger than my brain."

The crowd erupted in laughter again, including Troy, Pansy, and Tania, who couldn't hold back their mirth at Linda's expense.

Linda's cheeks turned a deep shade of red, and she felt a burning anger start to boil inside of her. She couldn't believe how this whole thing escalated so quickly. All she wanted was to earn a little money and now she was undressed, shamed, and humiliated.

"Let's hear it again," said Michelle, not letting Linda off the hook.

With her eyes downcast and tears threatening to spill out, Linda repeated the words. "I am a loudmouth fool and my tits are bigger than my brain."

The crowd roared with laughter, and Linda couldn't help but feel like she had just been the butt of a cruel joke. The feeling only intensified as Michelle leaned over to her and said, "Well, since you lost your clothes and your bet fair and square, I think you should make good on your bet and let me put on the gag I've chosen for you."

Michelle reached under the table and pulled out a gag with a large ring in the middle. Linda had never seen anything like it, but Michelle was happy to explain.

"The ring gag will keep your mouth open wide like a good little loser," Michelle teased, as she waved it around in the air.

Linda's cheeks burned as the crowd around her chuckled and laughed at her expense. She couldn't believe she had let herself get into this situation.

She was ordered to walk over and kneel in front of Michelle. Michelle lifted Linda's hair out of the way and expertly fitted the gag on the naked bimbo.

The ring gag was incredibly uncomfortable and Linda felt her lips stretched unnaturally wide. She knew her mouth was agape, and she could feel the cool air hitting the back of her throat. She couldn't help but whimper, which came out as an exaggerated "mmmph" sound. The handcuffs were next and Linda's hands were cuffed behind her tightly.

Michelle was enjoying this far too much. She circled around Linda, looking her up and down with a satisfied smile on her face. "Well, Linda, I have to say, you look stunning in your new outfit! I think number 4 did you a favor by making you lose.

Linda was made to kneel next to Michelle as the betting for the next game started. Now that she was naked and gagged, it was easier to do what they wanted.

Troy told Linda what the new bet was going to be and what the terms were.

"We'll be putting just your heels up this time. If you lose, we'll be free to fondle you if we want to and you'll have to sit on our laps if we want you to."

With the gag on, Linda couldn't even argue and the bet was made anyway. Linda looked at the pony girls but with no way to talk and her hands cuffed behind her back, she could not select one. Michelle gave Linda's tiny light brown nipple a firm pinch and got it hard so that she could use it to point out the number of the pony girl on the betting card.

She selected number two, while the others all backed number four. Everyone around them also backed number four. Linda didn't know that number four was a champion and top tier pony girl with both experience and athleticism.

The race started and everyone cheered for number four.

Michelle, Troy, Pansy, and Tania all clapped and shouted encouragement for their chosen pony girl.

Number four was in the lead for the first lap, much to the delight of Michelle, Troy, Pansy, and Tania. Linda watched on in horror, her heart racing and her breath heavy.

She knew that if she lost this race, not only would she have to sit on their laps during the next race, but she'd also have to allow them to fondle her.

The thought made her cringe and she squeezed her legs together tightly.

As the ponies raced around the track, Linda couldn't help but feel like she was out of her element. She didn't know the first thing about horse racing, let alone this strange craze of pony girls. She glanced over at Troy and noticed that he was completely captivated by the race. His eyes were glued to number four, but every now and then he looked at her with a big grin and she could tell that his mind was already planning out what he would do to her if she lost. The women were equally excited, especially Michelle. They were all keen on getting their hands on Linda 's naked body. Linda knew this, and she couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in her stomach. The thought of these people touching her made her skin crawl, but what was she to do? She had made a bet and was losing, fair and square.

Linda watched as the ponies continued to race around the track, her heart beating faster and faster. She couldn't help but feel anxious, and she squeezed her legs together tightly as she watched Michelle's chosen pony girl, number six, pull ahead of Linda's chosen pony girl, number four.

Michelle noticed the anxious look on Linda's face and leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Looks like number four is losing, Linda. Looks like those titties are ours now."

Linda's heart sank as Michelle's words sent a chill down her spine. She looked down at the ground, trying to avoid eye contact with Michelle and the others. She wished she had never made the stupid bet in the first place. She should have known better than to get mixed up with these people.

But it was too late now.

Michelle's pony girl seemed to pick up speed, pulling ahead of all the others and extending her lead. This pony girl was so good that she overlapped Linda's chosen pony girl before finishing the race in record time.

Everyone cheered wildly, while Linda fought back tears. Everyone eyed Linda with interest, enjoying the sight of her naked charms. She really did have an amazing body. Even though she was slender and only five feet tall, she had big round breasts and a curvy ass that just wouldn't quit.

Troy, Pansy, and Tania clapped Michelle on the back and congratulated her on her win.

"Looks like you lost the bet, Linda," Troy said with a grin.

Michelle took charge of Linda and firmly grabbed her by the arm.

"Alright, little loser, time to pay your debt. Come sit on my lap," ordered Michelle, pulling Linda down on her lap.

Then Michelle proceeded to humiliate Linda. She started with Linda's tits, not allowing her to wiggle away. She was firm with Linda and made sure she showed her who was in charge now. The others cheered and encouraged Michelle as she tugged on Linda's nipples and pinched them.

The next race was about to start but Linda wasn't allowed to bet alone this time. Instead Michelle got her to select the pony girl by pointing it out with her nipple again.

Michelle giggled and leaned over Linde's shoulder, a finger tip pressed against Linda's big round breast and pressed it toward number 7.

Linda shook her head in disbelief as she was forced to follow Michelle's demand. "Number 7, because you need to learn your place." She whispered to Linda with an evil smirk.

Linda stared at the card incredulously, this pony girl had absolutely no chance of winning and it was obvious to everyone who looked at this mismatch.

Linda saw other people glance at her with a mix of amusement and arousal. It was embarrassing being this woman's plaything.

"If you lose this one, we get to spank and fuck you if we want to," said Michelle setting the terms without even bothering to get Linda's approval.

Michelle had one hand on Linda's backside and the other on her breasts as they watched the race together. Linda lost again, of course. Everyone else seemed to be making good money except her.

The race started and this time Michelle didn't even let Linda watch. She was pushed down to her knees, facing away from the track. They made sure Linda watched the ground, while everyone else cheered and screamed in excitement. Linda could only hear the muffled sounds of thundering hooves and cheering crowds echoing throughout the room.

Michelle started by tickling Linda, causing her to squirm in discomfort barely able to breathe through the gag.

Linda's pony girl lost as usual, making the scene even more hilarious for the audience.

"Ok big boobs, you lost again. Let's see if you can take a spanking like a good little girl," said Michelle, her tone dripping with condescension.

The crowd chimed in, urging Michelle on.

However, Michelle passed Linda onto Pansy, who was eagerly awaiting her turn and had a hairbrush in hand.

Pansy dragged Linda onto her lap, and Linda desperately tried to escape, but Pansy was too strong. She easily overpowered Linda, taking a firm grip on her waist.

Linda's bare backside was now presented to the crowd, the sight of her naked rear causing much amusement and entertainment.

"Hmph, looks like Linda's ready for a good spanking!" said Troy with a sneer. The entire room burst into laughter. Even Pansy and Tania couldn't help but snicker.

"Count them out, Linda!" called out Michelle mockingly, clapping her hands.

Pansy gave Linda a light tap on her behind with the brush, causing Linda to yelp loudly into her gag.

"One!" Pansy said tauntingly.

Pansy then rained down a hard smack on Linda's behind. Linda's eyes widened in shock and pain.

CRACK!

"Two!" Pansy exclaimed, as if she were enjoying every moment of it.

Pansy continued to increase the force of her blows, causing Linda to cry out into her gag with each hit.

THWACK!

"Three!" said Pansy, delivering an especially hard one, making Linda's ass cheek jiggle.

She delivered two more blows before stopping and smirking. "Five. I have to say, I love these buns of yours, Linda. They're so juicy and ripe, just begging for some more attention," Pansy continued, giving Linda's behind another swat with the brush.

CRACK!

"MMMMGHH!"

Linda's gag was making it difficult to even yell as her bare buttocks were becoming redder with every spank. She couldn't believe she was in this humiliating position while everyone around them watched and laughed. She tried to squirm away, but Pansy's grip on her waist was solid.

THWACK!

"AAAAAMMMGGHH!"

Much to everyone's amusement, Linda started shedding some tears now, completely embarrassing herself. Everyone hooted, wolf-whistled, and cheered as Linda's tears flowed freely.

Pansy, now with a satisfied grin on her face, paused and looked Linda straight in the eye, "Oh, boo hoo, princess! Is the big bad hairbrush making you cry?"

At this, everyone within earshot burst into raucous laughter. Linda's face was soaked in tears and she was panting through the gag, completely humiliated.

It was time for the next race, and Michelle was more than happy to continue the games. "Alright, Linda, back on my lap, sweetie."

Linda shook her head vehemently from side to side. But her protests fell on deaf ears as Michelle pushed her down on her lap, her hands firmly planted on Linda's hips. Linda tried to struggle, but Michelle's grip was like iron.

The people around them cheered and hollered as Linda was forced to sit on Michelle's lap, her bare bottom pressing against Michelle's thighs. Linda's face turned beet red as she felt the warmth spread from her cheeks to the rest of her body. She couldn't believe this was happening to her.

The next few pony girls were ready and everyone started placing their bets.

Michelle once again took control of Linda and placed another wager with her. This time, if Linda loses, she has to lap dance for Troy and his friends, just for kicks. Linda couldn't believe what was happening, she was supposed to be there for a casual night out and now she's in a predicament that she couldn't even imagine.

"Lap dance for me, honey," Troy said, leering lewdly at Linda.

Michelle got Linda to pick out a pony girl by firmly pinching her left nipple and squeezing her breasts so that they pointed to a number on the betting card.

Linda reluctantly indicated number nine, while everyone else around her put their money on the clear favorite, number four.

The race started and Linda couldn't help but have a little hope that this time she might have picked a winning number. The crowd was cheering and shouting encouragement for their chosen pony girls. Linda glanced over at Troy who was watching the race intently, occasionally glancing over at her with a look of lust in his eyes. This was just so mortifying and she hated this man.

As the ponies neared the finish line, Michelle and her friends grew increasingly anxious. They wanted Linda to lose so that they could enjoy her doing a lap dance for Troy and his friends.

Number four just about won the close race, and the crowd erupted into laughter and cheers. Linda had lost once again, all thanks to Michelle's little stunt.

"Alright, Linda, it looks like you have a lap dance to give," Michelle said, a smirk playing on her lips.

Linda's heart sank, she felt like she had been played.

It soon became clear that Linda was a terrible dancer and everyone was soon laughing as she attempted to gyrate her hips and swing her arms.

Troy looked on with a mischievous grin, thoroughly enjoying himself at Linda's expense. Her body moved awkwardly, her arms flailed, and her face turned redder with every minute. Troy and the others hollered and cheered, egging her on to dance even less gracefully.

Linda's bare backside kept slipping about on Troy's crotch as she tried unsuccessfully to do a lap dance. She was never very good at dancing, especially in such an uncomfortable and exposing situation.

Troy couldn't help but laugh at Linda's clumsy attempts, "Oh dear, Linda. You'll have to try harder than that, you're not putting me in the mood yet!" he joked, receiving riotous laughter from his friends although he was actually quite turned on by that point.

"What's wrong, big boobs?" Troy taunted, "Don't you know how to dance for your supper?"

The crowd laughed and Linda threw back her head, adding fuel to their fire.

Troy grinned impishly and seized the opportunity to flip Linda onto her back, making everyone laugh some more as her tight little pussy was exposed to everyone.

The next race had already started and Linda didn't even realize it as she was busy trying not to make a fool of herself and failing miserably.

While Linda was busy with Troy, Pansy, Tania, and Michelle took the opportunity to go through Linda's purse. Linda's husband's picture was ridiculed and discarded and they soon moved to Linda's credit cards.

"Let's use these for her next bet," suggested Pansy, and the women nodded in agreement.

With a smug grin, Pansy took one of Linda's credit cards up to the betting counter to process them for the next race. All available credit was then on the line for the next bet.

"Let me help you pick a pony again," said Michelle with a giggle and pulled Linda over to her and made her sit on her lap.

Linda's nipple was once again used to point out a number and she reluctantly indicated number four. But the pony girl she chose hardly moved and as everyone else's chosen horses passed by, it became clear that Linda had lost yet again.

"Well, well, looks like you've lost another one!" sang Michelle triumphantly as she led Linda away from the table by her ear.

Linda's credit cards were immediately swiped and completely maxed out.

The ring gag was temporarily removed and Linda moved her mouth in relief. She thought she was being released, but Michelle only wanted the password to the internet banking app on her phone.

Michelle grabbed Linda's phone and started swiping through the apps, zeroing in on the one labeled "Internet Banking" with a hearty chuckle.

"Now, Linda, let's have the password," said Michelle and Pansy placed the hairbrush threateningly on the table.

W.. what! N.. now see here, I c.. can't give you my password," stammered Linda both fearful and angry at the same time.

However, before she could continue to protest, Pansy raised the hairbrush in her hand and delivered a swift and stinging blow to Linda's bottom.

"Ow!" cried out Linda, jumping in surprise and pain.

"I think you misunderstood, Linda. You'll tell us your password or that lovely backside of yours will be getting a bit more acquainted with this hairbrush." Michelle spoke in a stern tone, while Pansy waved the hairbrush around menacingly.

Linda winced at the thought and couldn't believe she had let things get to this point. She was now trapped between a rock and a hard place. Her mind raced to find a way out of this situation, but there was none.

She tearfully gave Michelle the password, and felt a lump in her throat as she watched Michelle easily access her banking app.

Michelle chuckled at the sight of Linda's account balance. "Not much left in there, eh?"

Linda shook her head, feeling a mix of panic and humiliation.

"Time to empty it out," said Michelle with a giggle and quickly transferred the remaining funds to bet on the next race before placing the ring gag in Linda's mouth once again.

Linda wept as the next set of pony girls trotted out and her breasts were firmly worked up once again to point towards the number she had to select. Michelle took extra time in making sure Linda's breasts were properly positioned and even gave the left one an extra hard pinch, eliciting a loud yelp from Linda. Michelle got Linda to bounce her breasts up and down and she gave them a good shake before firmly directing them to the number 6 pony girl on the betting card.

Linda stared at the pony girls as they paraded past her, trying to make a mental note of the faster ones, but her mind was mostly focused on her predicament.

She felt like the biggest fool in the world. She had walked into this place thinking she could outsmart Troy and his crowd, but ended up losing money, her dignity, and her clothes. She was now naked, spanked repeatedly, and forced to betray her husband's trust by divulging sensitive financial information.

As Michelle took control of Linda's banking account, she couldn't help but laugh at Linda's misery. "Should have bet a bit smarter, Linda, huh?"

When Linda's pony girl eventually lost, all her money was gone and she had nothing left.

"I know, let's dress her up as a pony girl and enroll her in a race," suggested Tania, trying to hold back a giggle.

Everyone loved the idea and Michelle and Pansy took charge of dressing Linda up. They giggled as they marched her to a BDSM stall and picked out an extra small corset, some thigh high boots with hoof-like stilettos, an arm binder, head gear with a bridle, and even a fluffy tail.

They led Linda by the ear into a stall in the horse racing shed and started dressing her up.

As soon as her ring gag was removed, Linda protested, but her objections fell on deaf ears. Pansy and Michelle took their time, enjoying the privacy in the cubicle. They laughed and chatted amongst themselves as they got a good look at Linda's naked body, giggling as they examined her assets and every inch of her. Linda blushed brightly as the two women pawed and prodded her, inspecting her curves with eager hands.

They grabbed at her breasts, lifting and squeezing them, laughing as she struggled to get free.

Pansy let out a wolf whistle, "Oh my, look at these things!" Linda could feel her face turning red as the women grabbed and groped at her sensitive body parts. "We're going to have to customize them for the race though."

Michelle spun Linda around and slowly spread her butt cheeks so that they could see Linda's tight little asshole.

The two women giggled uncontrollably, pointing and laughing at Linda's exposed crack.

"Whoo-wee, someone is going to have a hard time getting on a horse tonight!" jeered Michelle.

Linda yelped as Michelle inspected her most private hole even closer by touching the tight back entrance.

Pansy let out a snort of laughter as she examined Linda's exposed cheeks. "She has such a cute butthole!"

The corset was produced and the two women wrestled Linda into it. They laced it up to the tightest level they could manage and enjoyed watching her breasts being pushed up and spilling out of the top.

"You look so pretty, little pony!" Pansy cooed, patting her on the shoulder.

The arm binder was next and Linda's arms were pulled behind her and tied so tightly that her elbows were touching.

The hooves and head gear with the bridle were next. Linda had to hop on one foot while her arms were still tied to fasten them securely. Pansy and Michelle couldn't help but laugh at Linda's discomfort as she struggled to balance herself.

With her headgear now in place, the final touch was the fluffy tail. Linda couldn't believe her eyes when it was brought out. It was an enormous fluffy tail with what looked like a plug at the end of it.

"Come on, big butt, let's get you ready for the race!" taunted Pansy.

Linda's butt cheeks clenched together tightly, and she yelped as the plug was pushed into her. It was a strange sensation, and she couldn't help letting out a small scream as it was inserted.

Tania couldn't resist the urge to tickle Linda's sides, causing her to jump about and struggle to stay on her feet.

"Awww, are you nervous, little pony?" said Michelle, adding another layer of humiliation to the situation.

Linda scowled at the three women, feeling defeated and embarrassed. Dressed as a pony girl, she looked ridiculous, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Pansy and Michelle led Linda to the pony enclosure where the other pony girls were tethered. The other pony girls looked at the new arrival with interest and Linda blushed. All of them had their breasts covered and they wore bottoms that had the tail fitted. Linda, on the other hand, had nothing covering her nipples and her bare bottom was sticking out, with the fluffy tail plugged in it.

Pansy and Michelle made Linda stand awkwardly near the other pony girls and walked away. The bridle prevented Linda from speaking, while all the other pony girls only wore the headdress and were able to speak freely.

For a moment they just stared at Linda in astonishment and then one of them burst into a fit of giggles that set the rest of them off.

Linda's face burned and she wished the ground would open and swallow her up. Even among these women who were at the bottom of the BDSM community food chain, she was clearly the lowest.

The other pony girls approached her, curiosity piqued, and Linda looked at them nervously.

"Well, hello there, little filly. You're new around here, aren't you," said a bright voice, belonging to a blonde pony girl with big blue mischievous eyes.

The pony girls were smirking, nudging each other playfully as they took a closer look at Linda.

Linda glanced around the room and it became clear that she was indeed the odd one out. The other girls were wearing various types of bottom wear and far more practical corsets, whereas Linda was practically naked in just an overly tight and revealing corset, hooves, and a headgear with bridle.

"Nice tits," said another pony girl, eyeing Linda's lovely round breasts.

"Where's your tail?" she asked with a giggle.

Linda blushed, her face turning an even deeper shade of red. She couldn't believe she was standing there practically naked, while the other girls were fully dressed. It was like she was the village idiot and they were all mocking her.

"I see she's also lost her tongue," said a third pony girl, noticing the bridle. "Someone couldn't keep their mouth shut, huh?" she added with a snicker.

The pony girls chuckled and nudged each other, obviously finding Linda's situation amusing. Linda's heart raced and she wished the ground would open up and swallow her whole. She couldn't believe how humiliated she felt.

Linda noticed none of them had arm binders on and they just wore elbow-length gloves instead.

"Well, it looks like you're the only one without hands," giggled the blonde pony girl.

"She's all so pretty and helpless," giggled another pony girl and they all smirked at that.

The blonde looked around and noticed there was no one else around and her grin widened.

"Well, little pony, since it's just us girls, how about we get a better look at you. First time pony girls get spankings around here," said the blonde with a smirk, winking at the other girls.

Before Linda could react, the blonde had grabbed her breast, giving it a squeeze and eliciting a yelp from Linda. The other girls started giggling, snickering, and whispering to each other.

"Oh, a little sensitive, are we? I'm sure the other girls don't mind us having a little fun with you before the race," said the blonde, holding Linda's nipple tightly, drawing more squeals from her.

The other pony girls stepped forward, their smiles ominous.

The next half an hour was pure, unadulterated torture for poor Linda. She was spanked, squeezed, twisted, and pulled on by each of the young women, all while the others cheered them on.

They took turns groping her breasts and squeezing her nipples. Linda let out pathetic mewls of protest as they played with her, but she couldn't escape from their grip.

The pony girls giggled as they twisted Linda's sensitive nipples, Linda's legs kicking about. Linda's tail swished about as they fondled and tickled her. They had already removed it and refitted it a few times for their amusement.

Linda's bare butt cheeks were being humped much to her embarrassment. The pony girls took turns slapping their hands on Linda's cheeks. Linda squirmed and kicked as she tried to free herself.

"Get off me!" Linda shouted through the gag, but her voice was muffled and unintelligible.

The pony girls found this even more hysterical than before. They laughed and cheered as they took turns spanking Linda. They paid no mind to her protests, they were too caught up in the moment of their little party.

"Why don't you just ride her like a real pony?" One of them suggested, pointing to Linda's exposed rear end.

The girls squealed with delight at the idea, and Linda's heart sunk lower than it already had.

The blonde pony girl eagerly jumped on her back, her own tail swishing excitedly behind her. She grabbed onto Linda's corset as she started bouncing up and down on her, causing Linda to scream into her gag.

They got Linda to bend over so that they could thrust against her backside.

"Oh my, this ass is both tight and soft," the blonde exclaimed as she ground herself against Linda's buttocks.

Their giggles and laughter echoed throughout the stable as they had a tremendous amount of fun with Linda.

Humping Linda's bare backside was a hilarious concept to them, and they cheered even louder when the blonde pony girl eagerly agreed.

"Let's ride her like a real pony," she suggested as she positioned herself behind Linda, putting her hands on Linda's corset-clad waist before thrusting her own hips in a mockery of riding a horse.

Her tail swished back and forth enthusiastically as she whooped, hollered, and relished in the absurdity of their situation.

Linda's big round breasts bounced up and down with every thrust, adding to their crude form of entertainment as the girls cheered, clapped, and patted her on the back.

The blonde pony girl cackled as she continued to hump Linda's backside. "Look at her go!"

The other girls giggled uncontrollably at the spectacle unfolding in front of them. Linda's screams of protest only fueled their amusement.

Linda's face was so red that it was almost purple, and she couldn't believe this was happening to her.

When Pansy and Michelle finally came to get her, they giggled at the sight before them.

"Looks like the other girls really took a liking to our little pony," Michelle remarked with a snicker.

Linda's face was red as a tomato and tears were streaming down her cheeks. She couldn't believe what had just happened, and she was beyond mortified.

"Okay, okay, that's enough now," Michelle said, trying to contain her laughter. "We have a race to prepare for."

Pansy and Michelle led Linda away from the other girls, who were still giggling and snickering at her expense.

Linda couldn't help the tears that rolled down her cheeks, staining her mascara and leaving black trails down her reddened face.

"Uh, oh, it looks like someone's crying," Troy chuckled as he watched Linda stumble after Michelle and Pansy. "What did you do to her, you wicked women?" he asked, feigning innocence.

Michelle and Pansy looked at each other and burst into peals of laughter.

"She's such an idiot!" Pansy laughed.

"Yeah, the silly bimbo got on the wrong side of the other pony girls. They had a bit of fun with her."

Troy's eyes widened, and a huge grin spread across his face.

"No way," he said. "What kind of fun?"

Michelle and Pansy exchanged mischievous grins and then Pansy launched into a detailed account of what they thought happened.

Linda wondered when this humiliation would ever end. But would it end?

The black and white checkered flag fluttered in the breeze as the pony girls were walked to their positions. Linda was ashamed that she was now among them, but there was nothing she could do to change it. Pansy and Michelle had taken all of her money, her credit cards, and even her wedding ring.

The blonde pony girl who had initiated the rough treatment came jogging up to Linda. "Hey little lady, are you ready to race?" she asked with a sneer. The other pony girls giggled aimlessly behind her.

Linda was mortified, but the bridle prevented her from speaking in protest. She only managed to mutter something incoherent through the ring gag.

The blonde pony girl chuckled in amusement. "Looks like she's ready to go."

The crowd cheered as the horses, or rather pony girls, lined up at the starting line. Linda was at the back, feeling humiliated and defeated. She didn't stand a chance against these skilled pony girls.

"On your marks, get set, GO!" The starter shot the air with his gun and they were off.

The other pony girls galloped ahead, leaving Linda behind.

Just earlier that day, she had been critical of the pony girls and how fast they ran, but here she was now, struggling to keep up with them.

Linda stumbled along at a snail's pace, her breath coming out in short huffs through the ring gag. She didn't have the same energy or determination as the other girls, and she knew it was just a matter of time before she was left truly in the dust.

The laughter and jeers of the crowd around her only served to further demoralize Linda. She could hear the calls for her to hurry up or drop out of the race entirely.

But Linda's mind couldn't focus on the track, it was still reeling from the embarrassment of the last few hours.

The pony girls around were already two, three, or even four laps ahead and making their way to the finish line as Linda trailed behind. She was practically crawling along the dirt track, her knees aching as she struggled with her heels on the rough ground, leaving a trail of dust and dirt clinging to her skin.

The blonde pony girl gave Linda's bare backside a playful slap as she galloped past.

"Come on, sweet cheeks," she called out, "Keep up! You're bringing up the rear end." The rest of the pony girls snickered and giggled as they passed her, enjoying the spectacle of Linda's painful struggle to keep up.

Linda's naked backside drew some unwanted attention as the pony girls gave it a slap or two as they lapped her. The race was over soon and Linda was the only one who hadn't crossed the finish line. She was left behind, once again the butt of everyone's jokes.

Linda was the only one running and the crowd were openly laughing as she stumbled along the race track with the pony girls standing alongside the track and jeering at her.

Her jiggling breasts, visible above her sheer corset, and her excessively tight arms bound made her the perfect target for their derision. However, it was her bare backside that really caught their attention. They snickered as she stumbled by, grabbing at her tail, and playfully swatting her with their riding crops.

Linda stumbled along, her eyes glued to the ground, trying to will herself to keep moving. She attempted to ignore the hurtful words being hurled at her, but the laughter of the onlookers was deafening. Pansy and Michelle chanted behind their hands, "Race now, you stupid cow!"

Finally the race was over and Linda had lost. Pansy, Michelle, Troy, and Tania were pleased with how things turned out. However, there was one more thing left for them to win from Linda - her freedom.

"One more race left in the day. Come on, slowpoke, let's get going," Pansy sneered, as she poked Linda's side with her riding crop.

Linda huffed, trying to regain her breath. She looked up at Pansy, her eyes pleading, but Pansy just smiled cruelly.

"Just one more race to bet on," she repeated, and then added with a wink, "Or would you rather try your luck at running again? I hear they have some interesting training methods for slow ponies like you."

Linda's heart skipped a beat. She didn't want to run again.

Soon they were all back in their seats and Linda was made to kneel next to Michelle, who was now seated in Linda's chair and wearing her clothes. She was not a slave anymore, and Linda had taken her place. Linda regretted mocking Michelle earlier, but it was too late now. She had been undressed and humiliated and now she was far lower in society's eyes than Michelle had ever been.

Michelle grinned at Linda happily. She got off on being a slave, but it was priceless watching this snobby conservative idiot being brought to her knees. The chair was now occupied by a woman who had once been the recipient of all Linda's insults.

Michelle's grin widened as she patted Linda's head condescendingly, like one would pet a dog. "No need to thank me, sweetie," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I was just doing my civil duty by taking off all of your fancy clothes and putting you in your proper place." Michelle leaned in close, making sure she emphasized what she wanted to say. "Getting those tits out and baring your bottom made the race way more interesting. It looked like everyone here loved watching you stumble around with your ass in the air, didn't they? "

The crowd laughed and snickered around Linda, completely enjoying her plight. She just kept her eyes on the ground, knowing full well that any response would only add to the spectacle.

"If you win this last race, Linda, you get your clothes and life back. It will be me on my knees and you back in your clothes and in charge of your life," said Michelle. Then she smiled. "However, if you lose, you'll have to enter into the auction at the end of the night and sign yourself over to the winner."

Linda didn't know what to do. It was a chance to get out of this humiliation, but the stakes were never as high.

Linda felt her entire body trembling at the prospect of being sold off to the highest bidder. However, she hated Michelle and couldn't bear to be dominated by her anymore. She took a deep breath and focused on the task at hand.

A smarter girl would have backed out and cut her losses, but Linda was not a smart girl and was governed by her emotions. She wanted to take down Michelle and win back her dignity. By now, Michelle knew how to push her buttons and goad her.

"Come on, it's not like you have anything left to lose," Michelle taunted with a smirk.

Linda glared at Michelle, her eyes narrowing.

"Wouldn't you like to win for once, darling? Or would you rather cower behind your ignorance and foolishness for the rest of your life?" Michelle continued, amused at Linda's struggle.

Linda shook her head, trying to clear the thoughts of what was at stake. She was already in too deep and there was no turning back now. She nodded her agreement at the bet.

Michelle giggled as she removed Linda's corset. "Let's get those titties out. You'll need them to point out your pony."

Troy chuckled, eyeing Linda's large, round boobs as he moved closer to her. "Let's see those jugs, baby. Show 'em off."

Linda's large, round breasts spilled out, bouncing wildly as her corset was taken off. The crowd cheered and whistled, some even catcalled.

Linda was left wearing only the arm binder, ring gag, headdress, stockings, and hoof heels. Apart from this, she was completely naked.

Michelle was going to milk this for all she was worth. She grabbed Linda's big round breasts and started giving them a good jiggle, making them bounce in the air.

"Look at those puppies go!" Michelle laughed, as she bounced them up and down. "Linda, darling, could you point us to your pony? We need to get ready for the final race!"

Linda blushed a deep shade of red, as everyone snickered at her humiliation. She had never felt so small and helpless in her entire life. It was difficult to pick out a pony with just her boobs and everyone laughed as she tried and failed at pointing one out on the betting card.

"Would you like me to get your nipples hard so that you can show us correctly?" Michelle suggested, a cruel glint in her eye. Linda knew better than to take her up on the offer, but it really wasn't up to her.

Everyone watched on in delight as Michelle caught hold of Linda's nipples and gave them a firm pinch.

Linda was humiliated as she pointed out her chosen pony with her now hardened nipples. The crowd laughed, it was hard to take her seriously with her nipples doing the pointing, jiggling and bobbing with every movement she made.

"Well, if it's number 6, give your breasts two bounces and a no signifies one bounce," said Michelle with a smirk.

Linda hesitated for a moment before she succumbed to the pressure and gave her breasts a bounce.

"That's not a 'no,' it's a strong 'no, girls'" said Pansy, eying Linda disdainfully.

Linda felt her face flush with embarrassment. She had never been reduced to using her body as a means of communication, especially not in such a degrading manner.

The crowd roared with laughter as Linda continued to struggle with the task at hand.

Michelle got Linda to bounce her breasts more as she brought up each number.

"Is it number one? No? Well, perhaps 2. Not 2 either? Well, maybe 3. Are you sure it's not 3?" Michelle asked, trying to contain her laughter as Linda's breasts jiggled and bounced at every number.

Linda's chest was heaving from exertion. She felt utterly degraded, reduced to using her own body as a tool of communication like some sort of barbaric language with the gag preventing speech.

Finally it became clear that Linda wanted to pick number 8 but by then everyone was roaring with laughter as she shook her breasts and humiliated herself with tears stinging her eyes.

Michelle chose pony number 2.

Linda recognized her as one of the pony girls that had lapped her during the last race. The pony girl even had the audacity to wink at Linda, as if they were both in on some big joke.

Michelle cackled with glee, relishing in Linda's misery. "Well, Linda, it looks like it's time for the final race of the day. Are you ready to win your freedom back or sell your soul in the auction block?"

Linda's heart sank as she realized the gravity of her situation. She had put all her hopes and dreams on this one race, and now she was faced with the harsh reality of losing it all. All the financial stability for their family, the home they had worked so hard to maintain, and the dignity she had fought to retain was on the line.

However, Linda didn't know that even if she did win, the individuals at that table had no intention of letting her go so easily. By now, they held all her money, credit cards, and minor properties and they had plans for Linda's fate beyond this race. Her naked assets were too much of a draw for them, and Michelle, Troy, and Pansy had their eyes locked on her shiny booty.

"Here we are ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the final race of the day," announced the ringmaster, his voice booming through the tent. The crowd roared in anticipation, as they knew the final race was where the real fun began.

Linda was exhausted and disheartened, but she mustered up all her strength and stood up to watch the race.

"I think it's best you watch without a single stitch on," said Michelle and promptly removed Linda's arm binders and other meager accessories. It was nice to see Linda bare and exposed, much like an animal before it was sent off to slaughter.

Soon the race was ready to start and everyone wanted pony number 2 to win because it meant Linda would be theirs for the taking.

Linda could only watch on in desperation as the starting gate went off and the ponies took off into a gallop. She needed her chosen pony girl to win this.

Michelle was far more interested in Linda than the race. While standing behind the pretty naked girl, Michelle took the opportunity to grab a hold of Linda's large, round butt and give it a good squeeze.

Not content with that, Michelle reached around and gave Linda's breasts a good fondle, playing with her nipples.

Linda let out a yelp of surprise and embarrassment through the ring gag. She hated Michelle for doing this to her, but her focus was on the race with everything on the line.

Michelle cupped Linda's breasts, as a cowboy would his prized steed, giving them a hearty rub. She even gave Linda's now stiff nipples a little tweak, before pinching them firmly.

Linda let out a little yelp of embarrassment and struggled to break free. She tried to turn around to push Michelle away, but that only allowed Michelle's hand to explore further. It wandered down to Linda's backside, where an already-reddened palm print adorned her round ass from earlier.

Linda had to ignore Michelle so that she could focus on the race and her breasts were quickly claimed by Michelle.

The race thundered on intensely as Linda leaned forward with her hands on the table as she willed on her pony. Completely naked with her breasts in Michelle's capable hands, she was an amusing and enticing sight for everyone.

Linda's chosen pony girl wasn't doing too badly and was holding her own against the others. The pony girl had a good head start but the other pony girls were not far behind.

The pony girls, with their bouncing breasts, braids, and straining muscles were the perfect amusement for the leering spectators.

The crowd cheered and jeered, yelling out encouragement or insults, spurred on by the excitement of the race.

Linda turned to look at Michelle and the grin on her face was wicked, as her hands continued to torment Linda's naked form.

"Listen here, you pathetic excuse for a woman. You thought you were such hot shit when you showed up here today, didn't you? But now look at you - lose your home, your family, your dignity, and most importantly, your clothes."

Linda shuddered, as she listened to Michelle's cruel words. For a moment, the cruelty was interrupted by the sound of the race. The crowd of spectators was getting louder and more rowdy as the pony girls raced around the track, their legs kicking up clouds of dust behind them.

Linda's chosen pony girl, number 8, was gaining ground and closing the gap between itself and number 2. Linda watched in hope, while Michelle continued her verbal abuse.

"You're practically a barefoot peasant now," Michelle taunted, her voice dripping with disdain. "And a clumsy one at that. I've got you now, you little fool."

It took every ounce of willpower for Linda to not lose her temper and stay focused on watching the race. With her breasts in the other woman's hands, Linda was humiliated but focused on her only chance of winning back her dignity.

Bit by bit, the pony girl was gaining ground and soon they were neck and neck as they sprinted towards the finish line.

However, just when Linda's pony girl was about to inch ahead of the others, disaster struck.

One of the other pony girls, number 5, stumbled and tripped over her hooves. She fell forward, clipping pony girl number 8, causing her to stumble. In the very last second, pony girl number 2 took the lead and crossed the finish line first.

The crowd erupted into cheers and Troy gave a pleased grin. He had been sure to place his bet on pony number 2 and was already counting the winnings in his head.

Michelle, Pansy, and Troy all exchanged amused looks at Linda's despair, relishing in their victory.

Linda's dream of winning her freedom back was crushed in an instant. She hung her head, feeling like a completely defeated woman.

Michelle giggled as she dominantly held Linda's naked body. "Well, now, you see, sometimes life isn't fair," she taunted, savoring every bit of the devastation she saw in Linda's face.

Linda choked out a strangled cry through her gag as the realization set in that she had lost it all.

Michelle continued to mercilessly tease and bully Linda's nude form, relishing this moment of absolute reign and supremacy over her once-snobby enemy. Linda's bare breasts were still in Michelle's grasp and she bounced and shook them in victory to acknowledge the crowd around her.

Everyone gathered up their things and headed to the large auditorium for the auction. Linda's clothes were taken by Troy, while Michelle and Pansy marched the naked woman to the auction block.

The crowd gathered at the auditorium was a mix of familiar faces from the racetrack, strangers dressed in fine suits and dresses, and a few ragtag characters who seemed to be there for the sole purpose of getting a glimpse of a beautiful, half-naked woman being sold off to the highest bidder.

Linda stood at the center of the auction block, now fully aware of the fact that she had no control over her fate anymore. She glanced at the audience, her eyes sweeping over the sea of smug, leering faces that seemed to revel in her misery. She made them all laugh by shedding a few tears at her comprehensive defeat.

Michelle enjoyed the sight of Linda, utterly vulnerable, broken, and utterly humiliated.

The crowd watched with relish as Linda was thrust onto the stage, bare-ass naked in front of everyone. The ringmaster announced in his bellowing voice, "Welcome all to the main event of the day! We have a special treat for you. A magnificent specimen. A stubborn woman with a big ego, has now been reduced to this."

Linda looked as if she was going to faint as Michelle and Pansy pushed her from behind.

She could hear the ringmaster's words echoing in her head, mocking her failure: 'A stubborn woman with a big ego, reduced to nothing more than an object to be owned and displayed'. The sheer amount of degradation that Linda was undergoing made it hard for her to believe that just a few hours ago, she had entered the racetrack as a human being - an equal among equals.

The crowd was in a frenzy, shouting out their bids and comments, further demeaning the already-defeated Linda.

There had never been a more heavily contested auction as they never got the opportunity to put a woman of Linda's stature on the market. Usually it was someone doing it for the kicks and they weren't even very good looking.,

Linda was paraded around in front of the audience, with Michelle and Pansy holding onto her hands, as they tried to pull her arms out of their sockets.

The announcer continued to demean Linda with his words. "This big-shot woman has been tamed to no end. She is now at the mercy of her bidders and will do everything they command of her. It's a real wonder what people will do for a little bit of money. So, let's see who the lucky gentleman or lady is that gets to wipe that conceited look off of this magnificent piece of meat's face!"

The crowd roared with laughter. They were loving every second of Linda's defeat and humiliation.

Bid after bid came in, and Michelle and Pansy made sure to show Linda off to the highest bidder. They paraded her around the stage, pulling on her arms, and letting her fully naked body sway with every step.

Linda was beyond mortified at this point. She couldn't believe that she had been reduced to this - a mere object to be sold off to the highest bidder. Her face was hot with shame, and tears were streaming down her cheeks behind the ring gag that was still firmly in place.

The auction was fun for everyone and people generally auctioned themselves off for a day and they were fully dressed. However, it was a different story for Linda. While everyone was laughing and having a good time, Linda was naked and in tears as she was put up for auction. Unlike others who were only auctioned away for a day, she was put up for grabs for six months and everyone there was eyeing her with interest. This was the first time that someone was being auctioned for such a long period and the person wasn't putting themselves up for auction willingly for a bit of fun.

The auction specialist was having trouble keeping a straight face as he described Linda's beautiful features, although he knew he had to maintain a professional attitude for the sake of the auction. "Now ladies and gentlemen, this exquisite creature in front of you is Linda, a 5 foot tall, 25-year-old, slender beauty with a lovely pair of big round breasts and a deliciously curvy ass." He paused for dramatic effect, letting a titter of laughter fill the room.

"And as you can see, Linda is sans clothing, adding to the excitement of the auction," he chuckled.

Linda couldn't believe she was being objectified and treated like a piece of meat. She had never felt so belittled and small in her entire life. She tried to cover herself up, but her tiny hands were not quite up to the task.

The auctioneer was amused and cracked jokes at Linda's expense at every opportunity as his rapt audience followed along eagerly. " And folks, do I have a fantastic deal for you today! Wait till you get a load of this... Mmm, isn't this just what your bedsides have been missing? A lithe, buxom vision with a face like a seductive cherub, and a personality to match -- snappy banter and sharp wit that could cut through stone!"

Everyone chuckled and there were giggles as everyone enjoyed the sight of Linda naked, crying, and embarrassed in front of them.

The auctioneer continued with his colorful description, "She has an insatiable appetite for all things fun and mischievous, so she'll be more than happy to oblige her new owner's whims and fancies! You never know, Linda might just have some tricks up her sleeve you'll enjoy!"

The crowd continued to cheer as bids started rolling in. The bidding started at the highest mark possible and it was hotly contested. The crowd was a mix of men and women, eager to outbid each other for the chance to have Linda under their control. The bids got big really quickly and it soon surpassed any other bid in the history of the auction. Linda was humiliated as the bids rose to over a million dollars. Everyone wanted the chance to own Linda but now there were a few front-runners and Linda didn't like the look of any of them.

There was an enormous black woman named Tonya who looked positively frightening, with her shaved head and tattoo-covered body. Linda's heart pounded every time she looked at her. Even in her current situation, Linda could only imagine the horror of being subjected to Tonya's every whim.

There was also a skinny, pale man named Bertrand who looked like a snake with his slicked-back hair and insincere grin. Linda could only envision herself being his personal plaything, a doll to dress up and parade around at his whim.

Soon these two were the only two competing for Linda's servitude and it made her sick to her stomach.

Michelle and Pansy were thrilled at the price of Linda as she would fetch them a lot of money in the auction.

The auctioneer, a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair and sleazy suit couldn't contain his excitement anymore as he brought down his gavel. "Going once, going twice... SOLD!"

Tonya was the lucky winner, having outbid Bertrand by a mere grand.

Linda shivered in fear as the crowd erupted into cheers. She couldn't believe it. After everything she had gone through, she was now the property of this terrifying woman, Tonya.

Tonya descended from her seat, smirking confidently. She was dressed in a tight leather outfit, her bald head gleaming under the stage lights. She had a cold, calculating gaze that made Linda feel even smaller than she already did.

A collar was quickly fitted around Linda's neck and the attached leash was soon in Tonya's big scary hands.

Linda tried to hold back her tears as she looked at the crowd, silently pleading for someone to help her. But no one was coming. They were all just enjoying the spectacle and lining their pockets richer.

Tonya pulled hard on the leash, nearly choking poor Linda. "Let's go, my new pet! I've got so many fun things planned for you."

Linda stumbled behind Tonya, feeling like a dog being led away to slaughter. The crowd cheered and applauded the winner as Mistress Tonya took control of the naked nitwit. It was going to be a long, humiliating, and degrading six months for Linda.

***

Six months later, the woman who arrived back at the apartment building formerly occupied by Linda and her husband Sam, looked nothing like Linda. Most people remembered Linda to be a snobby, well-dressed, dark haired girl, but the one who showed up at the apartment now was anything but that.

She was still slender and pixie-like, but that was where the similarities ended. Gone were the luxurious, well-coiffed, dark locks that had once cascaded down her back. They were replaced with blonde bangs with strawberry highlights. Her tasteful and minimalistic makeup was replaced with thick mascara, over-the-top eyeshadow, and slutty, garish lipstick. Linda's breasts had been big, but this woman's were larger, plumper, and overtly pornstar-like. They seemed almost preposterous on her tiny, petite frame.

Her clothes, while still form-fitting, had taken a sharp turn towards the vulgar. Where Linda would have opted for something sleek and feminine, this creature wore a top that barely covered her nipples, with her midriff bare and her cleavage threatening to spill out at any moment. Her shorts were so short that she might as well have not been wearing any- they were little more than a piece of string pulled tight across her nether regions. Instead of Linda's stylish heels, this woman wore stripper-style stilettos that were at least seven inches high. A hilarious tattoo now sat on the small of her back, right above her well-rounded butt cheeks. It read "Tonya's Little Bimbo".

The apartment was now occupied by someone else and her husband was nowhere to be found. He had been served with divorce papers and had not had any contact with Linda in six months.

The landlord of the apartment building had evicted them and leased out the apartment to someone else. He was amused when this woman knocked on his door and claimed to be Linda. Since he used to have his eye on Linda he was able to recognize her pretty face and he burst out laughing.

"Ahaha! Oh, you've got to be kidding me! Little miss snooty-pants is trying to pull one over on me? You're a bit bigger up top now, pudding," he joked, emphasizing the word 'bigger' with a lewd grin.

Linda's attempts to explain were easily brushed aside and the landlord quickly took advantage of the situation with a big grin on his face.

"Well, little missy, you've certainly come a long way since we last spoke! I'd like a better look at you, so come around here and give me a spin!" ordered the landlord, leering at 'Linda'.

When she didn't comply, he simply grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around, causing her large, enhanced breasts to jiggle enticingly. "Ah, much better! That's quite a transformation you've had there, darling. You're practically a whole new woman."

The landlord chuckled as he took off her skimpy clothes, ignoring her protests and weak punches to his arm.

"Haha! I remember when you walked in here all high and mighty with that thick stack of cash. I said to myself, 'Those are some expensive-looking clothes and there ain't no way she's got the brains to have that kind of money.' And I was right, wasn't I? Now here you are, butt naked in front of me with a whopping pair of silicone tits and a garish tattoo. My, my, how the mighty have fallen!'

The landlord's words stung as 'Linda' listened to him recollect the day she had walked into his office with her head held high, eager to secure an apartment for herself and Sam. She had been wearing her best business suit, which was now replaced by the slutty attire, and her long dark hair was styled elegantly instead of the ridiculous blonde bangs and strawberry highlights.

The landlord got her to give him a blowjob before he called the police.

He chuckled as he smacked her naked backside playfully and pushed her out of the apartment. "Beat it, you little tramp! I don't ever want to see you around here again!"

The woman who used to be Linda stumbled down the stairs and out into the bright sunshine, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She felt disgusting, used, and degraded. She couldn't believe how low she had sunk in the past six months. From a well-respected wife and independent woman to a naked, unemployed, broke bimbo.

She wore her skimpy clothes again but that delayed her and she couldn't get away before the cops arrived. They laughed as they questioned her, already assuming she was a streetwalker.

Soon, Linda found herself in the back of a police car, speeding towards the station as she tried to explain that this was all a mistake and she was a respectable member of society.

At the station, she was tossed into an interrogation room by the officious and meathead detective, who looked over her with a dirty smirk. He leaned back in his chair, stroking his chin, sizing Linda up. "So, you're the little rich girl who's lost it all, huh? Looks like you've got a lot of nerve showing up here in a state like this."

Linda grimaced, her head hung low. "I'm not a criminal, I swear. I just need to speak with someone, please."

The detective chuckled nastily.

"Oh, 'not a criminal', she says. That's a laugh."

He stood up from his chair, and walked around the table to where Linda sat, cuffed to the metal chair. He leaned in close to her face, so close she could smell his acrid coffee breath and see the flecks of spit flying from his mouth.

"Let me tell you something, princess. You're in a lot of trouble. A whole lot. And there's only one way to get out of it," he said with a leer.

Minutes later, Linda found herself naked and on her knees again with the officer's big cock in her mouth.

Once she was dressed again, she was photographed and tossed into a cell at the back of the station. Unfortunately for Linda, she wasn't alone. Two women from the streets eyed her with interest as the cell door was slammed shut.

They smirked at the sobbing mess that Linda had become, one of them even let out a low whistle.

"Hey look, it's a new girl," the curvy one pointed at Linda, her tone laced with mockery.

"What's your deal, princess?" asked the shorter one with a sneer. "You don't exactly fit the profile of our usual clientele."

Linda's voice came out as a whimper, "I'm not a criminal; I just need to speak with someone, please."

They burst into laughter.

The two women came over with smirks on their faces, eyeing Linda's body with interest.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" the curvy one said, sizing Linda up and down. "A rich girl slumming for a night or two? I bet you don't even know what it's like to use a real toilet."

Linda flinched at the woman's harsh words. She wanted to tell them that she wasn't just some prissy rich girl, that she was a successful businesswoman and wife, but she knew it would do no good. They had already labeled her as weak and inferior.

Linda's clothes were soon in a crumpled heap on the floor, as the two women quickly stripped her.

They laughed and giggled as they saw Linda's big round breasts and curvy ass, clearly enjoying the power and control they now held over her.

"Hey, look at these! These are some fine titties!" exclaimed the curvy woman, giving Linda's breasts a hard squeeze and a shake.

Linda spent two long nights in the cell with the women. It was the weekend so she wasn't even offered a phone call until Monday. The two women took turns with Linda, enjoying her like their personal plaything. Linda's sense of self-worth plummeted as each day passed, and she began to lose hope that anyone would ever rescue her from this never-ending cycle of humiliation and degradation.

On Monday morning, the officer who often came on the weekends to collect the women's 'services' walked into the cell area. The women cheered as they saw him approach. "Alright, alright," he sighed, "let's get this over with," he said.

Linda was given her phone call and she dialed the only number that she knew. Mistress Michelle was bad, but she was still better than Mistress Tonya.

Michelle bailed Linda out of jail and smirked as she drove them both to her own house. She had been to visit Linda when she was under the control of Mistress Tonya and enjoyed bullying her. She gave Linda her number and it was the only one Linda knew.

Once they arrived at Michelle's home, Linda's clothes were immediately removed and she was subjected to a long and humiliating shower under Michelle's supervision. And just like that, Linda was back to being owned. After all that she had gone through to escape the yoke of Mistress Tonya, she found herself right back into the grip of another. The only difference was that this time, she was owned not by a brute, but by someone as cruel and as manipulative as her.

Michelle scrubbed Linda's body with extra strength soap and the water cascading down Linda's naked frame immediately turned frothy, the suds washing away.

Linda's new life as Michelle's sex slave began as she was taken into the bedroom and shown who was boss.

The End