Where the Bad Guys Always Win

Daphne and Velma crept around the farm at night, looking for clues to the current mystery going on, and not having much luck.

Several weeks ago, Daphne's older sister had disappeared after enrolling into a new horse-riding school. Fred was halfway around the world on vacation with his folks while Shaggy & Scooby were off at some food convention on the other side of the country, so Velma was the only other friend Daphne could rely on. The two girls found the farm, noticing it was very isolated despite its public nature, with tall fences and even taller trees everywhere. There was also a racetrack that they were told had massively popular horse races, but strangely, there were no actual horses anywhere and Velma couldn't find any evidence that any legal racing happened at this spot.

The two girls scoped the site out and tried to gather clues, but they couldn't get much. They knew something shady happened there once a week at night, but not what the event was, and security was tight during the night. Velma deduced a way in by studying the guards' movements, and soon the ladies were inside.

What they saw horrified them both. There were horse races there, all right, but the races were women! Instead of animals, attractive women in corsets and platform shoes ran down the track, pulling chariots with men whipping them constantly. Their arms were bound with sleeves behind their back and a bit gag was jammed in their mouths, preventing them from resisting at all. Worst of all, nothing was covering up their tits, leaving them to flop open, while the straps near their crotch barely covered their pussies and asses.

Both ladies were sickened by what was going on, and wanted to sneak away, but then Daphne saw her sister among the horses and reflexively said her name. This was enough to alert a nearby guard and soon Daphne and Velma were spotted.

Running for their lives, Daphne and Velma weaved and bobbed through the stables and barns, trying to hide out from the guards. They eventually went inside a barn and hid inside one of the stables, next to another ponygirl waiting her turn. Daphne asked the girl to be silent as the guards approached, but the ponygirl didn't listen, squealing through her gag to alert the men. Daphne was surprised another captured woman would betray them, but Velma grabbed her arm and pulled her along. They tried to escape again, but another guard appeared and blocked their way. This gave the remaining guards enough time to come up behind them and cover their mouths with chloroform-soaked pads. Withing minutes the detectives were out cold.

Much later, Daphne could hear whimpers and gagged shouting, causing her to wake. She tried to stretch, only to find her arms were bound behind her. Remembering what had happened, Daphne awoke in a panic, looking around. She was in a large, metal barn, and found she was wearing a collar attached to a metal pole hanging in the air with a short chain. She heard muffled screams and looked next to her to find Velma.

Velma had been decked out in the ponygirl outfit, complete with exposed ass and tits, and Daphne realized she could feel the air on her cool skin. The two girls' eyes met, each silently asking the other how they were going to get out of this. They hadn't left any clues and didn't tell the boys where they were going. Both of them began to wriggle in their bonds, struggling to stand up in the large platform heeled shoes.

Fifteen or so minutes later, a door opened and an older woman and several burly men appeared. The woman introduced herself as The Countess and revealed they had been captured and would serve as her latest ponies. Daphne glared at her, but the Countess merely laughed, telling Daphne by name that she wasn't going anywhere. Confusion registered on both girls faces as the older woman told them that she knew all about the two amateur detectives and was expecting them to snoop around. She was delighted to have such sexy girls to add to her stable. Velma tried to ask her why she was doing this, though her question was muffled by the bit gag. Countess understood her regardless and said that it amused her, plus let her rake in hundreds of millions in profits.

The Countess then excused herself, telling the girls she had more work to do, and left their training to the men behind her. Daphne and Velma tried to back away, but the chains holding them didn't let them go far. The men took one girl each and began to fondle their plump bodies as they rejoiced at how wonderful their job was. Daphne and Velma cried out as the men groped and fondled their asses, boobs, thighs, and all over their bodies. They wriggled their bodies, unable to escape. Each time they squealed, the man laughed, causing the ladies to blush in humiliation.

Soon enough, their groping reached a point where they grabbed their pussies. Daphne and Velma squealed even harder as the men's strong fingers plunged into their snatches, soon getting them wet despite the situation. Much as she loathed to admit it, Daphne was loving being roughed up like this, her body melting under the strong man's hands. She tried to think of Fred, but knew he would never be able to manhandle her like this. Shameful arousal filled her body, making her moan through her gag. Her captor laughed at her plight and licked her cheek. Daphne shuddered as a small orgasm ripped through her.

Meanwhile, Velma was trying to deal with her own feelings. She had always kept her perversions secret, not wanting to tarnish her image or give into the nasty feelings inside of her. Velma had often fantasized about being captured during a mystery and ravished by the crook, but she didn't actually want said fantasy to come true. Her soft, plump body was afire thanks to the trainer's big, meaty hands. His hearty laugh upon feeling how wet she was just made the young girl blush more, a loud moan escaping her gag.

The two new ponygirls continued being molested for several more minutes until both were complete messes. The men knew what they were doing and fondled them in such a way that prevented the girls from having the true big orgasms they needed, causing much frustration. Despite their situation, both Daphne and Velma began to push towards their captors, desperately begging with their bodies to finally achieve release. The two men cruelly kept them on the edge for a lot longer, torturing them. Finally, one of the trainers tilted Daphne's head towards him and asked her if she was going to be a good girl. She weakly nodded, Velma too when asked. The girls then heard zippers being opened and felt their legs being spread.

Both Daphne and Velma were taken quickly from behind and neither one of them could believe how huge the men felt. Of course, it made sense given how muscular they were, but feeling it directly was a completely different thing. Both girls had massive orgasms just from the initial thrust, moaning loudly in their gags. One of the trainers chuckled, telling them they would need serious training to not cum without permission. The two men then furiously fucked the captured girls, treating their bodies as cum rags. The girls didn't hear them, though as all their concentration was on the cocks splitting them apart. After what felt like forever and dozens of orgasms later, the trainers roared and pumped their cum deep inside the girls' pussies, making them have one last orgasm.

Removing their cocks from the girls, the trainers unlocked the leash from the bar, letting Daphne and Velma collapse onto the ground. Both of them were panting and moaning, trying to calm down after the rape. However, the men soon walked around in front of them, grabbing their hair and forcing them to their knees. They removed the bit gags and ordered the girls to clean their cocks from all of their juices. Daphne and Velma whimpered, but after the brutal molestation and rape, their ability to resist had been destroyed. Glumly, the two took the men's cocks into their mouths and began to lick and suck. Soon enough, they got hard again and after a while, the two girls were swallowing what felt like a gallon of cum.

Daphne and Velma were allowed to rest for a few minutes, but then it was time for ponygirl training. They were gagged again and led out onto a small track, where they were trained to be able to gallop in their massive platform boots. Every time they slowed down or stumbled, they were whipped with a riding crop. After the day's training was complete, they were led to a different barn full of ponygirls and hucows and placed in a feeding rack. The men locked their collars to a bar, forcing them to their knees. Thankfully, they removed the arm sleeves, allowing them to move their arms for the first time in hours. The gags were removed, but Daphne and Velma knew better than to whine and complain and were silent as their troughs were filled with a disgusting looking gruel.

After the trainers left, Daphne heard a soft voice next to her. Turning her head, she was shocked to find her sister a few feet away! Tears welled up in Daphne's eyes, but the chained collar prevented her from giving her sister a hug. Daphne's sister told her to keep her voice down so as to not anger the farmhands and asked her what she was doing there. Daphne whispered that she was there to rescue her, but the sister mournfully told her she shouldn't have come, because there was no escape. One of the guards heard the girls whispering and told them to stay quiet. Seeing her sister quiet up and begin eating disheartened Daphne, and she began to eat the disgusting food as well.

Once dinner was finished, Daphne and Velma were raped and abused once again, then taken to the stables where they were allowed to sleep. Every day from then on was similar. They would wake up, get fucked, perform ponygirl training, feed, more training, then end with another fuck. Daphne had tried to talk to Velma about a plan to escape, but neither girl could find an opening, and after a few days, any thought of escape vanished, with them praying that Fred or Shaggy would find them eventually.

Unfortunately for them, the Countess had left clues that would point the boys toward a dead end, ensuring they would never find their missing friends. As the months wore on, Daphne and Velma's willpower was crushed and soon they became dedicated ponygirls, trying to do as good as they could during training. They even began to anticipate their daily fucking, freely moaning as their bodies were abused and begging their trainers to give them permission to cum.

Six months later, it was time for Daphne and Velma to participate in their first race. Daphne's sister would also be in the race. As humiliating as it was, the girls were a bit excited to finally be good enough to actually race. Their trainers led them from the stables to the chariots, fastening them to the brackets. Then they were led to the starting gate, where Daphne saw the huge crowd about to see her naked body galloping down the track. Her pussy started to tingle and knew if she won, she was going to get a nice fucking from one of the trainers, while the losers would be auctioned off for a gang rape.

As the gates opened and the race started, Daphne and Velma raced ahead.

The former detectives, now ponygirls, were determined to win.