It had started out as a classic Mystery Inc case - Fred had spotted an item in the local paper of a small mid-west town with the headline ‘Bigfoot Stole My Jewels!’ As always, he had brought it to Velma, who had dug into it to find out the full story.

"This is just one of a string of break-ins," she informed the others, "all across the central United States and all, apparently, carried out by Bigfoot!"

"That sounds weird," Daphne said, looking up from the arduous task of painting her nails.

"It gets weirder," Velma replied, "eyewitness accounts say the creature was ten feet tall, and police reports say that fingerprints were found at the scene of the crime – non-human fingerprints!"

"Zoinks!" exclaimed Shaggy, "that sounds like a dude I don't want to meet!"

"Yeah!" Scooby Doo chipped in, "Shcaree!" The two of them seemed to be trembling with fear.

"These cases have to be linked," Fred said seriously, his jaw set dramatically.

"Exactly my thoughts," Velma responded, feeling a little irked that Fred was stating the blindingly obvious and getting credit from the others for it, "which is why I dug a little deeper and found this." She held up a poster, and the others examined it closely.

"’P. T. McGreedie’s Circus of the Strange’?" Shaggy read out in a shaky voice.

"I managed to get hold of their itinerary," Velma went on with a smile, "they were in each of the towns when the burglaries took place!"

"But, how does that explain a ten foot tall monster with alien fingerprints?" Daphne asked as she leaned over Fred to get a better look, ‘accidentally’ pressing her breasts against his back. Fred ‘inadvertently’ leaned back, feeling her warm body against his.

"Take a closer look at the poster," Velma sighed, trying to ignore Daphne’s blatant flirting, "they have a stilt walker and a troupe of trained chimpanzees!"

"My theory is that this stilt walker dresses up as Bigfoot, and then helps one of the chimps to gain entry through an upstairs window!" Velma's jaw dropped open in astonishment as Fred spouted this as if it were some incredible deduction, and she was even more astonished when the other three sagely nodded their heads in agreement. With difficulty, she swallowed her annoyance at this shameless stealing of credit for her work.

"I also found this clue," she continued sourly, holding up a picture of footprints she had clipped from the newspaper. "Notice anything unusual?"

Daphne, Fred and Shaggy stared at the photo dumbly, and Velma had to bite back her frustration at their apparent stupidity. It didn't help that Daphne was now rubbing her thigh against the back of Fred's legs, clearly distracting him. However, it was on his face that Velma finally saw the light of dawning understanding shine.

"Oh, I see what you mean," he said.

"Mind telling the rest of us dumbos what's going on?" Shaggy asked, clearly still in the dark. Velma opened her mouth to explain, but was beaten to the draw.

"You see Bigfoot's left foot, right?" Fred interjected, "well, look where his right foot is, way over here on the left!"

"Huh?" Shaggy and Scooby responded in unison, utter confusion written on their faces. Daphne also looked blank, but she seemed more concerned with whispering in Fred’s ear. The young man blushed crimson at whatever she had said.

"Either Bigfoot is walking cross-legged," Velma explained with rapidly diminishing patience, "or the guy who's impersonating him put his boots on the wrong feet!"

"Oh I get it," Daphne purred, "well spotted, Fred." Velma rolled her eyes - the girl was clearly overcome by lust!

"Well," Fred smiled, "I think we should pay Mr McGreedie and his Circus a visit!"

"I'd better go pack," Daphne said in a sultry tone, "could you help me pick out something to wear, Fred? I bought some new underwear, but I'm really not sure which suits me best…"

"Come on, Scooby," Shaggy said, "let's make sure we've got enough Scooby snacks for the trip!"

"Yeah! Yeah!" the goofy Great Dane growled excitedly, "Shcooby shnacks!"

As the other members of the gang wandered off to make their preparations, Velma shook her head in despair - why do I put up with these morons, she thought. And then she mentally responded to her own question - because they're my friends, and I couldn't investigate mysteries without them! She smiled to herself, and then went to make her own preparations.

- o O o –

Two days later, the Mystery Bus pulled off the road and came to a halt in the trees. The gang piled out, stretching the stiffness from their joints.

"Gee, this really is the middle of nowhere!" Shaggy said, looking around.

"The Circus only plays real hick towns, way off the beaten track," Velma explained, "my theory is they don't want to have to deal with a proper, organised police force."

"Okay," Fred said, taking the lead role, as always, "I think we need to split up. Shaggy, you and Scoob’ go check out the animal trailers over there; Velma -you snoop around those caravans; Daphne and I will go and see if there's anything interesting around the big top and side-show tents. Let’s meet back here in an hour and compare notes."

"Animal trailers?!" Shaggy said nervously, "I don't like the sound of that! There could be vicious wild animals! Lions! Tigers! Even that scary Bigfoot!" He hugged Scooby Doo, and the two of them stood there, trembling.

"Don't be such a silly pair!" Daphne chided as she slinked over to them, her hips swinging sexily from side to side, capturing their full attention. She stroked Shaggy's cheek with one hand and Scooby's muzzle with the other.

"There'll be plenty of Scooby snacks when you get back," she cooed as she tickled both of them under the chin, "and, who knows, if you play your cards right, maybe more!"

"Zoinks!" Shaggy exclaimed, "come on, Scoob’, let's move it!" The two of them hared off in the direction of the cages.

"Nice going, Daphne," Fred smiled, "they'll do anything for you when you use that tone of voice!"

"Well," Daphne replied, coming up close to Fred, "let's see what you’ll do for me if I ask nicely." The two of them walked off towards the big top, hand-in-hand and smiling from ear to ear.

"Huh, typical!" Velma huffed, hands on her hips, "I have to explore on my own! Well, I don't need them, I can crack this case all by myself!" She set off with a determined stride towards the caravans.

Velma crept up silently to each of the caravans, identifying those which looked as if they had sleeping occupants and avoiding them, backing away carefully. As she peered into one of them, she decided it looked like an office, with a filing cabinet and desk. The door was locked, but she soon had it open, using the lock picks she always carried with her on these little ‘excursions’.

She sat down at the desk and started to go through the papers she found in the drawers and filing cabinet. She waded her way through a set of accounts for the past year, and all of the receipts, wage slips and expenses which backed them up, gradually building up an image of the financial situation at the Circus.

"Phew, this is big!" she murmured, pushing back from the desk and staring up at the ceiling. "These guys have been funding everything here from robberies, and lying to the IRS. I have to tell the others!" She glanced at her watch and realised that she had been there for nearly two hours.

"Jinkies! I'm late for our rendezvous!" Velma carefully put the papers back where she found them and then sneaked out of the door, locking it behind her. She made her way back to the Mystery Bus but, to her surprise, found it empty.

"Where are they?" she wondered, worriedly, "I hope they're not in trouble!" She hung around for a few minutes, not sure what she should do, but finally decided she had to go look for them. She crept back down to the Circus, deciding to start her search by the row of animal cages.

She peered into the first cage and saw about a dozen Dalmatian puppies and their mother, all sleeping peacefully. She smiled at the cute sight, and moved on. The second cage contained six large, mean-looking chimpanzees, two of which approached the bars of the cage as she looked in, and began baring their teeth at her. As they began to screech threateningly, she dashed away, fearful that their noise would wake the sleeping Circus-folk. She moved on to the third cage. It was dim and dark, and she had to strain to distinguish the grey shapes she saw at the back, but she thought she could make out…

"Shaggy? Scooby? Fred?! Is that you? What happened?!"

"Velma!" Shaggy exclaimed, "thank goodness you’re here! They got us! Scoob’ and I fought hard, but…" Even Shaggy and Scooby looked sheepish at such an obvious lie.

"Where's Daphne?" Velma asked when she noticed the girl was not with the others.

"She, er…" Fred stuttered, "I, er… I left her behind the big top… But let's not worry about that right now - can you let us out?" Velma looked sharply at her young friend - he was obviously hiding something, but she didn't have time right now to figure out what.

"Here," she said, tossing the lock picks through the bars, "I'm going to find Daphne!"

"Velma, wait!" Fred cried, but it was too late, she had already run off into the dark.

"Daphne? Daphne!" Velma hissed into the black night. "Where are you, Daphne?"

"Mmmmphf! Mmmmphf!" The young sleuth followed the sound of muffled cries, until a shocking sight loomed out of the darkness in front of her - here was Daphne, but… Velma took a step towards her, but froze when she heard a sound from behind her.

"Well, well, well, look what we've got here," a man's voice rang out, "a couple more meddling kids to deal with! Don't make any false moves, honey, I've got a shotgun pointing right at your back! Now, raise your hands real slow, and put ‘em on your head."

Velma did as she was told, and slowly the man walked around from behind her until she could see his face, and the gun which was trained on her.

"Mr McGreedie?" she asked in a frightened voice, "w-why have you done this to my friend?!" They both stared down at where Daphne was lying on the grass, stark naked and staked out, her mouth stuffed with cloth and her green scarf tied around her face. She was struggling uselessly against the ropes holding her spreadeagled, mmmphfing into her gag.

"Nothing to do with me, sugar," McGreedie replied, "I'm seeing her for the first time, and I have to tell you, it's one purty sight!"

Velma fell to her knees and pulled the scarf from Daphne's face and the cloth from her mouth, realising with some disgust that it was the girl’s panties.

"What happened, Daphne?" she asked, bewildered, "who did this to you?"

"You're not going to believe this, Velma," Daphne spat, very much more angry than frightened, "but it was that bastard, Fred Fucking Jones!" She pulled petulantly at her bonds, to no avail.

"Huh?" Velma responded dumbly as she untied Daphne, "Jinkies! But why?"

"Well, we were just messing around," Daphne explained, rubbing her wrists where the rope had started to chafe the skin, "getting a little carried away, and I said, rather foolishly as it turned out, ‘do whatever really turns you on?’ Well, you never saw anybody move so fast! Before I knew it, he had me tied and gagged! He was just about to ‘climb on board’, as they say, when we heard Shaggy shouting, and a lot of banging and crashing. He took off to investigate, leaving me like this!"

"I hate to interrupt you girls," McGreedie interjected, waving the shotgun menacingly, "but if you wouldn't mind heading over towards the trailers, I can reacquaint you with your friends, and you can discuss all this to your hearts’ content."

"Can I get dressed first?" Daphne asked, looking at her clothes strewn around on the grass.

"It's a warm evening, I don't think you need to trouble yourself with that, darlin’," McGreedie said with a leer, before looking over at Velma. "In fact, why don't you join her and get naked too, little lady?"

Velma looked at him in shocked horror, but found herself looking down both barrels of the gun. Slowly, reluctantly, she pulled her sweater up over her head and tossed it aside. Her skirt followed, then she stripped out of her shoes and socks. Now in just her underwear, she once again looked pleadingly at the circus owner, hoping she had gone far enough.

"All the way, honey. Let's see those fine-looking titties of yours, and that sweet ass. I like a girl with a bit of meat on her!" Blushing bright red, Velma took off her bra and panties, trying to cover herself with her hands.

The two naked girls walked over to the line of cages with McGreedie following behind, ‘encouraging’ them with the shotgun. When they got there, he told Fred and Shaggy to move to the back of the cage, then unlocked the door and made Daphne and Velma clamber inside. He locked the door again and pocketed the key.

"Seems to me like you boys are being rather un-gallant," he said with a wicked smile, "what with them being naked and you being dressed. Why don't we even things up? Take off your clothes and pass ‘em through the bars!" Fred and Shaggy knew they had no choice and, pretty soon, the whole gang were naked and trapped in the cage.

"That's just fine!" McGreedie said, "now, I think I'll go and catch up on some of the sleep you kids have cost me. Then, me and my compadres will have a chat about what we're going to do with you.” A look of alarm at this threat spread on the faces of the frightened kids.

"Don't worry, we're not going to kill you," he said with a laugh, "I'm sure we can think of something much more… creative!" With that, he wandered away into the darkness, and the members of Mystery Inc looked at each other, wondering at just what kind of a mess they had got themselves into this time...

- o O o –

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen!" the showman announced from the centre of the ring, "I am P. T. McGreedie, and this is my Circus of the Strange!" This brought a cheer from the packed audience of mainly youths - rowdy groups of young men, as well as some particularly adventurous young women. It looked like the circus had found a place on the Stag and Hen Night circuit, and PT couldn't have been happier - ticket sales were booming and the tills were ringing merrily.

"First up, here's an act which is guaranteed to excite all the young ladies out there!" This brought a loud cheer from the female members of the crowd. "I'm proud to introduce to you, all the way from darkest Africa, sexy scientist Doctor Diane and her troupe of Performing Primates!"

The crowd cheered again as a young blonde woman, wearing large, black rimmed glasses, a broad smile, and a khaki shirt and shorts combo which perfectly displayed her peach of a bottom and unfeasibly large breasts, strutted into the ring. She was followed by a straggly line of chimpanzees and, behind them, Shaggy and Fred shambled along, dressed as the missing link.

There were clumps of hair stuck all over their naked bodies, and they were sporting long hair, beards and bushy eyebrows, which pretty much obscured their faces. They wore heavy iron collars around their necks, and chains manacled between their wrists and ankles, which forced them to shuffle around on their knuckles, bent over. It looked to the crowd as if they had large, yellow teeth, but these special sets ofdentures concealed very effective gags, which prevented them from making any noise other than animal grunts and moans.

The chimpanzees, meanwhile, were dressed in khaki outfits like the pretty young woman. Each carried a short stick, and they were prodding the two unfortunate boys with them, targeting their bare buttocks and exposed genitals. It was clear by Fred and Shaggy's violent reactions that these sticks were causing some pain, and the occasional blue spark confirmed that they were electrified, like cattle prods. The chimpanzees used them with great enthusiasm, and the crowd encouraged them, laughing and applauding the discomfort being caused to the two boys. They were definitely not happy, but the restrictions of the chains and gags meant that there was little they could do, other than grab uselessly at their hindquarters after each shock, screeching in pain. This just made the audience laugh even harder.

This opening act was followed by a number of more standard circus acts - jugglers, a fire eater, the tightrope walker - which the audience endured good-naturedly. It was okay, but it was not what they had paid good money to see. That was coming up next…

"Ladies and gentlemen!" McGreedie proclaimed from the centre of the big top, "McGreedie’s Circus of the Strange is proud to present that evil genius, Cruella De Ville and her delightful dalmatians, featuring the delectable Daphne!" An enormous cheer went up as the ringmaster vacated the stage and the next act trooped on.

They were led by Cruella, a statuesque and a beautiful young woman, whose enormous breasts were just barely restrained inside the low-cut, strappy evening dress she was wearing, with the skirt slit on either side to virtually her waist, revealing her long, elegant legs on every step. She was followed by two fully grown, and very good looking, Dalmatian dogs, which she led on leashes. Behind them trotted fully a dozen Dalmatian puppies, similarly leashed, so cute that the whole audience let out an audible sigh. But this was soon replaced by gasps, cheers and wolf whistles when they saw Daphne.

She was struggling to keep up, forced to walk on her elbows and knees because her forearms had been strapped to her biceps, and her calves to her thighs. Her body was covered by a black and white spotted latex costume, with the only parts exposed her breasts, which swung freely below her, her ass cheeks, and her pretty pudenda. Her buttocks were split by the long waggy tail which waved above her, clearly anchored to something inside her rectum - the crowd didn't need too much imagination to work out what that might be! Her face was hidden behind a dog-mask which made her look like part of the pack, the only visible signs of ‘Daphne’ being her red hair, pulled into bunches at either side like ears, and her soulful, tear-stained eyes above the mask. Her costume was completed by the thick leather dog collar she wore around her neck, to which her leash was attached.

When they reached the centre of the ring, the dogs went through their act, chasing around, doing backflips, and jumping through hoops. Although this was entertaining, few of the audience could take their eyes off the young puppy girl as she stood, panting through the ring gag built into the mask she wore. As the performance drew to a close, Cruella came over to Daphne and stroked her head.

"Oh, poor puppy, you look so sad because you can't do the tricks your brothers and sisters can," she said sadly, but then seemed to brighten up. "Never mind, this will cheer you up. Let's bring on Scooby Doo!" The crowd cheered as Scooby bounded into the ring and over to Cruella.

"Hi there, Scooby! Here's your good friend Daphne, why don't you say hello?!" On cue, Scooby began licking the girl in the funny suit on the face, and then on her ample breasts, coated as they were with a tasty treat of honey for the ever hungry great Dane. Exploring, he went round behind her, sniffing for further morsels that he was convinced were around. He stuck his big nose between her thighs and, sure enough, there was a Scooby snack right there in her pussy! Urgently, he began licking away, much to the amusement of the audience, who could see that all this activity was having an effect on the girl - a very interesting, and embarrassing, effect.

The snacks were pushed in deep, and Scooby really had to get his tongue in there to scoop them out. He was oblivious to the raucous laughter and cat-calling of the people around him, or of the increasingly desperate, gasping moans of Daphne, who was also lost in the excitement of the events, along with the pervy pooch.

When he had finally retrieved and scoffed the delicious delicacies with their rather unusual dressing, Scooby knew what he had to do for his next trick, and to earn further rewards. Without a moment's hesitation, he mounted the girl in front of him, placing his front paws on her shoulders and forcing her face down into the sawdust. As he stood on his hind legs, he pushed his pelvis forward, thrusting into her defenceless opening vigorously and repeatedly. His training had taught him that, if he could make Daphne cum, his reward would be so much bigger, and tonight he was going for a whole mountain of Scooby snacks!

Daphne didn't have a chance. She was pinned down by the great weight of the fat mutt, and couldn’t prevent his long, snake-like penis sliding deep inside her, giving her the most unusual feelings which, nevertheless, were driving her to the most humiliating climax ever. As she screamed and cried, the crowd roared its appreciation of the canine’s relentless attack, giving a tremendous cheer as the helpless girl finally reached orgasm.

"Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, please show your appreciation one more time for the curvaceous Cruella and the delightful Daphne - not forgetting that lop-eared lothario, Scooby Doo!" The crowd clapped, whistled, and stamped their feet as the dogs and their human companions strutted and, in Daphne’s case, traipsed off.

"And now for our final act!" McGreedie shouted eagerly. "You’ve seen the girl who became the perfect puppy! Now it's time to meet the Powerful, the Pulchritudinous, the Pert and Perky Pony Princess – the one and only, Voluptuous Velma!!!”

The audience went delirious as Velma strutted out into the ring, raising her knees high as she stepped along, accompanied by her trainer, the girl who had earlier been the sexy scientist with Fred and Shaggy, now equally sexy in her riding boots, jodhpurs,and  red hunting jacket. She was leading Velma on a training lariat, clipped to the bit in her mouth, and carrying a long training whip. She took position in the centre of the ring, while Velma walked around her in a wide circle at the end of the rope. From time to time, the trainer slapped the bespectacled ponygirl across the buttocks with the whip, reminding her to keep her back straight, knees high, toes pointed and head back.

After a couple of laps of high-stepping, Velma felt a sharp smack on her rear, and knew that meant it was time to begin to prance. She continued to step, with her knees raised high, but now she leapt into the air on every step as she proceeded around the arena. This livened up the crowd again, and they began to applaud and laugh as they watched her ample breasts jiggle and jump in front of them.

Velma fell the heat rising in her cheeks as her humiliation grew. It was bad enough to be paraded naked in front of all these baying youths, but for them to be openly laughing at her plump body as it wobbled around in front of them was almost too much to bear. Almost. But she knew that, if she failed to perform to her best ability, the evil Mr McGreedie would punish her and her friends for it - unless she was prepared to abandon Daphne, Fred, Shaggy and Scooby, she had no alternative but to put up with this disgusting treatment.

Another swipe from the whip told her that she must now begin to trot, which greatly amused the cruel louts watching her. She was already starting to get tired when her trainer whipped her up into a gallop, making her go at such speed that she was terrified she would fall off the bizarre hoof boots she was wearing and break an ankle. Her lungs were burning and her muscles aching by the time she was allowed to slow down to a trot again, then eventually walk, and finally she was brought to a halt, blowing steam from her mouth and nostrils, while flecks of saliva dribbling from her bitted mouth.

She tried to get her breath back and recover her strength, knowing what was to come. The clowns who had performed earlier came into the arena, dragging the next prop, the one she really hated. It was the two-wheeled sulky and, when they had it positioned correctly, they locked the traces to the sides of her harness, at her waist.

The trainer unclipped the lariat and put the training whip to one side, then attached the reins to her bridle. With a flourish, she mounted the seat of the buggy and took up the driving position, picking up the carriage whip.

"Giddyup!" she cried, flicking the reins and expertly cracking the whip between Velma's shoulder blades, making the young girl scream as she strained to take the weight of the small carriage and its occupant. The whip struck her again, this time across the buttocks, before she managed to get it moving, slowly at first but then gathering speed. She felt the bit in her mouth pulled painfully into the left corner of her mouth and, in a trained response, turned to the left. Pretty soon, she was trotting around the ring, pulling the sulky behind her, the whip occasionally smacking against her flesh.

Under the harsh bite of the whip and the painful cutting of the bit into her lips, she circled, described figures of eight, even went backwards when commanded. As the grand finale, she galloped around the ring, with the crowd screaming, some for her to go faster, some for her to fall, and some for the buggy to overturn. She felt sickened by their thoughtless cruelty, but there was nothing she could do but obey the whip and the bit.

At last, panting and sweating, she was pulled to a halt. To all-round applause, the trainer bowed and took the plaudits, before standing before Velma and delivering the ultimate humiliation - she gave her a lump of sugar!

- o O o –

McGreedie took his final turn around the camp for the night, checking everything was locked up, checking the animals were okay, and checking on his valuable prisoners. The two boys were locked away in their cage, that stupid dog was in his kennel, and the redhead was also in her kennel, all sleeping peacefully.

As usual, he finished the evening at the horsebox, which was where they kept Velma. He looked over the gate at her lying on the straw, still wearing the bridle, albeit with the bit hanging loose, the body harness and the hoof boots, the tail still sprouting from between her buttocks. He knew it must be horribly uncomfortable for her to have to wear her tack all the time, but he just loved to see her in it, the ponygirl outfit was such a turn-on, he wouldn't let her take it off.

Letting himself into the stall, he gently shook her awake. A little confused and half asleep, she got to her knees and looked up at the circus owner.

"Mr McGreedie?" Velma said sleepily, putting on her glasses, "what do you want?"

"Well, I was just passing by and… I think you know the drill by now, Velma." The showman made his requirements perfectly clear by pulling down his pants and revealing his already-stiff member.

Velma knew what was expected of her. She had been trained for this sex act as harshly and assiduously as she had for her circus act. She'd had no sexual experience at all before coming here, but now here she was, having to fellate a man more than twice her age. But she also knew better than to resist, to rebel, or do anything less than her very best. Because that would only attract his anger, which was frightening, and extremely painful, to behold. When he had first insisted she do this, her refusal had left her with cuts and bruises from the vicious application of the bullwhip that had taken a week to heal. There was no way she could risk that again.

So she set about the task with all the appearance of enthusiasm, even enjoyment, licking and sucking him, applying her tongue and lips tenderly, tenaciously and tantalisingly, tickling his glans, nibbling erotically on his balls, all the time driving him wild in just the way he liked it.

Suddenly, in a frenzy of lust, he grabbed her bridle and pulled her onto him, forcing his erection deep into her mouth until she was gagging and retching. Ignoring her frantic struggles to break free and pawing hands on his thighs, he forced himself even deeper into her oral space, managing to penetrate her throat and entirely cut off her air supply.

Velma hated this, it felt like she was choking to death and, indeed, she became lightheaded and stars began to swim before her eyes as oxygen deprivation set in. But, at the last minute before she passed out, he pulled back into her mouth, relishing her desperate gulping of life-giving air, before he forced himself on her again, using his cock in his sadistic breath-play game of ultimate control.

The girl was sure that, one time, he was going to take this too far, maybe accidentally - she knew she was too valuable to him as a circus performer - and he would suffocate her, giving him the ultimate climax.

But not this time. She was almost grateful when he spurted his cum, filling her mouth to the point where, despite her frantic swallowing, it leaked from the corner of her mouth and dribbled from her chin on to her chest. She sucked him dry, then used her tongue to clean him up as he gradually shrank in her mouth. When she was done, he callously pushed her away and, adjusting his clothes, left her, locking her away in the dark.

Velma lay on her straw bed, looking up into the stygian blackness, contemplating what her life had become. She only saw her friends fleetingly now, passing on their way to or from the big top, and never had the chance to talk to them. Daphne was always in her puppy costume, but it was obvious, just from looking into her eyes, how much she hated what was happening to her. Which made Velma even more ashamed of her own ambivalent feelings about her situation.

Her daily routine was harsh, strenuous and challenging, that was for sure. Up at dawn, she was hosed down in the field, before hours of hard training under the watchful eye and hated whip of her trainer. She would be outside all day, come rain or shine, chained to the back of the horsebox. She was then prepared for her nightly performance, primped and made up, her body oiled, her harness cleaned and shined. And then there was the performance itself, the humiliation of being paraded naked before the uncaring, jeering masses, who came to stare at and perve over the stupid fat girl in the sexy costume.

And yet, and yet… She had to admit to herself that she had never felt sexier, with all those hungry eyes on her toned body. She found herself turned on by the feel of the leather straps against her body, even the harsh kiss of the whip against her tight buttocks and muscled back stimulated her in an overtly sexual manner. As much as she hated the disgusting McGreedie and his vile treatment of her, she found herself lying there every night after his visits, playing with her sex as she thought back over all the bizarre things she had experienced over the last couple of months.

Velma had changed. Before, she had been a dumpy, virtually invisible class nerd, who investigated weird events just so she could be part of a gang. Now, she was a sex object, a thing of beauty, as far as her captors and her audience were concerned. A thing to be used, certainly, but a thing to be treasured, looked after, to be coveted. A ponygirl.

Velma had come to love being a ponygirl. Jinkies!