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another story by Dirk Dirker | Disappearing | Making and Breaking (a ponygirl) | An Intelligent Woman

M/f, D/s, reluc, cons, bnd, BDsm, humil, pony

Making and Breaking (a ponygirl)
by Dirk Dirker

dirkersbox (at) web.de

Dedicated to Isolde, who would love to hate being in such a situation

I

I caught her while she was throwing stones at my horses. She did it laughing and
giggling as if it was a funny game. She obviously enjoyed seeing them jumping and
trying to get away from her. Every time they fled out of her reach, she walked along
the fence until she could hit them again. She picked the new stones with care. She
cast them with deliberation, aiming for their heads or flanks, and she screamed in
delight when one of the mares started panicking and screaming in fear and pain.

She had done that before, every few days for the last weeks. And I had seen her and
had been close to just shooing her away, maybe asking her how I could reach her
parents to tell them what a bitch their teenage daughter was. But for some reason I
had not done that. I had just kept watching her.

I had a grudge on the girl, no question. But it was also more than that and I had
started to make some plans for the girl. She needed a lesson.

She was a teenage-girl, tall and slender, red headed and pale skinned with freckles
all over her face and grey eyes in the colour of a winters sky. A thin girl, her
arms and legs appeared to be just a little longer than you’d expect, as if she was
still a filly herself, moving as if she had yet to find out how to use them
properly. She always wore colourful clothing like a girl from the city on a visit in
the countryside and I suspected she might be a resident of the boarding school on
the other side of the village. Rich city folks sent their daughters there to get an
education and enjoy some healthy country air, but she didn’t seem to enjoy her stay
a lot, judging from her behaviour.

I had started preparing things for her after I had seen her for the third time.
First I had hesitated a bit when my plans got more and more extreme, but after that
I had just smiled about myself and continued nonetheless. I am an experienced
leatherworker, but I had never designed anything like this for a human being. On the
other hand it was not that complicated at all: Once I had put some thoughts and
planning into it things evolved quite easily. Bondage has always been something I
enjoyed on women and I am not inexperienced in that resort. I worked each evening,
adjusted straps and buckles, softened leather, modified a harness. It was fun,
imagining her in the outfit. It was also arousing, no question about that.

It was a Friday evening when I saw her again, doing her routine once more. She was
wearing a shirt, a blue jacket and short jeans. She didn’t enjoy peskering my horses
as much as she had before though: She was grumpy and serious when she did it this
time, her pretty face angry and bitter. It was easy to see that she was in a bad
mood and that even disquieting my horses didn’t brighten her up.

“What the hell do you think you are doing there?” I surprised her a lot with that,
since she hadn’t seen me ever before. She whirled around, a stone in her hand, ready
for the next throw. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was agape when she realized I
had been in the bushes behind her. And there was no chance she could escape me since
I was only five meters away from her now.

“I… I….” She stuttered helplessly and took one weak step backwards, lowering the
hand with the stone in it. She had been caught in the act and didn’t know what to
say. Now that I heard her talking for the first time I estimated her to be fourteen,
fifteen years old. Maybe she was even a nice girl, but frankly I didn’t care much
about that anymore. I had already made up my mind.

“You like torturing animals? That’s an interesting hobby for a girl of your age.
What’s your name, copperhead?”

She went even paler than she naturally was, which made her freckles shine all the
brighter in her face. Her cheeks turned scarlet and she shook her head in a
defensive way.

“I’m Laura. Laura Kruger. Please don’t …”

“Don’t what? What do you think I should be doing with you, Laura?” I didn’t give her
time to answer that question of course, I just pointed past the bushes to where my
jeep was standing. “Get into my car. We’ll bring you to a phone and you can call
your parents. But first I want to have a talk with you.”

Normally when a stranger tells a girl to get into his car she might get at least a
little suspicious. But Laura didn’t, because she was shocked and ashamed. We made
our way to the jeep without talking and she climbed onto the front passenger seat
with her breath going nervously fast. She just stared out of the window during the
drive. And since it was only a ride of three minutes to my house we reached it long
before she had had time to collect herself and get any clear thoughts. No one saw
us, because the whole countryside is as good as deserted once you leave the village.
And when I lead her into my home I knew that I had her in my hands already.


II

Half an hour later we were sitting in the kitchen. Laura had taken off her jacket
and was now just wearing her sleeveless green top with a smiley on it, faded jeans
and a pair of mud-soaked sneakers. Her naked arms were as white and as freckled as
her face.

I made us both a cup of tea and Laura held hers with long, delicate Fingers. I even
offered her some cookies. I made sure that I behaved austere enough to keep her
scared but at the same time I calmed her down with some small talk. It was important
that I gave her some hope, so that she would fall for the escape I was going to
offer her.

“I am sorry that I teased your horses”, Laura said with some tears in her eyes and a
trembling hand. “I just hate it at that stupid boarding school. I hate being so far
away from home and I hate the food and the other girls and the teachers. They say I
should try to make friends, but I don’t want friends, I want away from there.”
“That’s no reason to torture animals” is what I answered. “You didn’t just tease
them, you hurt them. I am sure your parents didn’t send you here to learn how to be
a mean bitch.”
She flinched when I used that word and I had to smile in spite of myself.
“I didn’t want to be a mean … girl. I was just so angry and I wanted to … I don’t
know….”
“You wanted to hurt something pretty.”
“Maybe. Yes. See, I am sorry. Please, please don’t call my parents. Please don’t do
that, I will be in so much trouble. My father is a doctor and he works all the time
and he hates it when he has to even out things that I did. And my mother, she will …
it was just a thing for two months, they said that after that I could visit my old
school again, but if you call them and tell them about the horses…”
“Frankly, I don’t care about your parents.” I looked at her in the most unforgiving
way and she flinched once more. “Would you prefer me to call your school? They’ll
wonder where you are by now and you’ll have to tell them something.”
“No!” Laura nearly screamed, shaking her head violently. “They thought my parents
would fetch me for the weekend, but they cancelled that in the last minute. That’s
why I was so angry today … You don’t have to call the school, so please, please
don’t do it!”

That made me smile again. Whgen Laura saw that smile, she seemed to interpret it as
a sign of sympathy. She relaxed a little.
“Okay. I will make you an offer and I will only make it once. Follow me, I’ll show
you something.”
I got up and started leading her through the house. My place was large, like I
already mentioned, and its interior was quite luxurious. My family had money, has
always had money. I was not your typical country bumpkin. I just liked it out here.
I enjoyed having some distance to other people.
“What kind of an offer are you talking about?” She snuffled and wiped her nose with
the back of her hand while she was following me. “You mean you won’t call anyone?”
“I may not call anyone, yes. But I am not going to let you leave just like this
either. I want you to learn a lesson, Laura. If I get the feeling that you
understand what I want you to understand, there will be no phone call. Understood?”
“Yes.” There was so much relieve in that one word that I had to smile once more.

I opened a door and lead her through it right into the stables. The smell of hay and
horses was heavy in the air. We were standing in semi-darkness now, but in that
semi-darkness Laura could definitely hear some of my horses moving in their boxes to
the left and right. She looked around with some interest and then focused on me
again.
“Do you … want me to clean the stables? I can do that no problem, I would clean
everything for you if we can make a deal! I clean everything and you don’t call my
parents. Is that okay? Please, please say yes …”
She even grinned a bit, but it still was a nervous grin. Which was how I liked it.
“I don’t want you to clean the place.” I shook my head. “But I want you to
understand that what you did was wrong. You can’t even imagine what it is like to be
a horse, can you? You think they are just animals and as a human you have the right
to treat them any way you want?”
“No, honestly, I just wasn’t thinking! And I will never do it again!”

“I don’t know if I can believe that. Walk to that rack over there. Take the
strap-harness and bring it to me.”
She carefully walked over to the rack with the riding equipment and checked the
items with insecure motions. “Which one is this harness? This one?” She showed me
the harness I designed especially for her – several connected leather straps, some
buckles attached to them.
“That is it, yes.”
Laura brought it and handed it to me. I showed the thing to her with my sternest
facial expression.
“Turn around. You are going to wear this for a moment, to see how it feels on you.”
“But …!” She hesitated. And I readied myself to force it on her if she tried to
resist, but after a moment she just closed her mouth and turned around. She was
breathing fast and shallow and I was quite pleased that she was too young to know
what a ponygirl is or what an older man might get out of putting her into something
like this. She didn’t even realize that this harness would never fit on a horse and
so she didn’t get suspicious that it might have been designed to be worn by a human
girl.
I slipped it over Lauras head so that the straps encased her body. I started pulling
them tighter and closed some of thebuckles on her back. That made her gasp.

“It is tight …”
“It is supposed to be tight. A horse can hurt itself when the harness is not
attached correctly.” A collar was also part of the harness, broad and heavy. I put
it on her from behind and she flinched again, raising her hands in defence.
“Please stop, what…”
“Okay, that’s it!” I took a step backwards and watched the girl with anger in my
face as well as in my voice. “Get back into the kitchen. And give me your parents’
phone number. I am tired of you, Laura.”
“No no no it’s okay!” At this point she grabbed the collar herself and placed it
around her neck. She found the fastener with her pale, thin fingers and closed it
with a snap.
“Ouh this is too tight…” Laura gulped and tried to move her head, but she had just
made that as good as impossible for herself. I stepped up behind her again and took
her hands – not forcefully but in a decided way – and put them down again.
“It is supposed to be tight, like I said. Keep your hands down. How do you feel?”
“A bit … stuck.” And then she giggles. It’s a sound born in nervousness and fear,
but it’s also a sweet sound. She is so full with adrenaline that it makes her behave
silly.

“It will get a bit worse now, but we are nearly finished.” I took her long, slender
hands again – they were cool, the palms a bit moist – and lead them to her back,
just above her ass. I pushed them through two separate loops and pulled these loops
tight with a quick jerk, so that the straps closed around her wrists and pulled them
against each other.
“Oh hey, what are you doing?”
She twitched in surprise, trying to move her hands, but I had already tightened the
straps so much that they were essentially restrained to each other. When I closed
the buckle she started moving her arms, pulling on the harness and fumbling around,
trying to reach the buckle with her fingers. She couldn’t though – I made sure it
would be out of her reach when I designed the device.
“Hold still – the leather is soft, but you could still hurt your skin.” I made sure
the strap-harness won’t slip by adjusting one or two of the other buckles, while the
girl indeed held still now, breathing even more nervous.
“Why … why are you tying my hands …?”
“Because horses normally don’t have hands.” I looped another strap around her
forearms and finally around her elbows and start pulling. The brown leather
accentuated very well against her white skin, especially when it started pressing
itself in. She moaned and instinctively stretched her back when the pressure on her
arms increased, forcing forearms and elbows closer and closer to each other.
“Ouh please! Stop please, stop!” Laure screamed and tried to get away from me, but I
had her grabbed by her harness and could easily tighten the straps further. Her
muscles started showing under her skin as she fought against the straps, her hands
flailed helplessly in the attempt to pull free of their bondage. But it was no use:
I only needed to pull a little more and her arms were drawn together completely,
elbows and lower arms touching. She stood very erect now, trying to ease the pull on
her shoulders.
“Ouh GOD please you are breaking my arms!”
“No I am not – calm down, come on. You can just calm down, force yourself to relax a
bit.” I made a calming noise and put one hand on her cheek from behind, stroking it
a bit. I held her by the harness with my other hand. “Calm down. Shhhhh breathe as
calm as possible, relax a bit… don’t fight against the straps.”
“I …. I can’t! It ... hurts…!” But even while she was still protesting I could see
her arms were relaxing a little bit and she had already lowered her voice. Her
fingers however kept searching for the buckle, but I knew she’d soon grow tired of
that. “I can’t move my arms, please…”

“Shhh. I said calm down.” I took my hand away from her cheek and patted her head.
“We are nearly finished, like I told you. When we are done I hope you’ll have
learned your lesson. And then I can drive you home.”
She took a moment to think about that. No wonder, since I was sure she was starting
to doubt the situation she had gotten herself into. But then she noded, her voice
coarse and a bit whiny.

“Okay, are we finished now?”

“Nearly finished, just like I said. Open your hands.”

She did so and I pressed one rubber ball into each of her sweaty palms. “Press these
together.” When she complied I slipped a small leather-bag over each hand and laceed
them tight, compressing her hands. With the rubber balls in her palms Lauras hands
were forced into fists, rendering her fingers useless. I secured the bags with laces
around her wrists.

She lowered her head and started crying silently, sniffing from time to time, her
shoulders shaking a bit. No doubt – she had begun to understand that this might be a
scary, dangerous situation for her.

“Why are you tying me like this?” Her voice was very soft, nearly a whisper.

“Please, I want to go home.”

“You can go home soon. But first we’ll finish this.”

She didn’t comment on that. Meanwhile I walked over to the rack, reached beneath it
and came back with the boots.

They were heavy, made from brown leather and amplified with rivets. Laces and some
straps were attached to them. They had the form of hooves and would force her to
walk in a high-heeled way with their shafts going up nearly to her knees, covering
Lauras calves completely. When she saw them, she sobbed louder and tried to shake
her head. Some first tears were running over her cheeks now.

“Th… these are not f…ffor a h-horse…”, Laura utters. She looked at me with an
increasing amount of fear in her eyes.

“No, they are not. They were designed for girls like you.” I placed them in front of
her, then kneeled down and unlaced her sneakers. I pulled them and the socks off her
feet. She even had freckles down there.
“P…please I want to call my parents now.”
“No. You can call them when we have finished this – understood?”
“P-p-please … I would like to …”
“I don’t care about what you’d like to, Laura. Put your feet into these boots now,
or you can stay in this harness all night.”
Laura blinked at me, shocked and helpless. By openly speaking out this threat – that
had been hovering in the air already unexpressed – I had made her nightmare become
more real, no doubt. Until now she might have told herself that she was being silly,
too easily scared. But now the direness of the whole situation had become more real
for her, no question. She shook very slightly, like a taut piece of wire.

She slowly lifted a bare foot, toes curled, and slipped into the boot with it. I had
to help her to work it all the way down. Once it was set I laced it, so she wouldn’t
be able to remove it from her foot without use of her hands and arms. She nearly
overbalanced when she tried to stand on the booted foot, lifting her second one for
application of boot number two, but I supported her with one hand on the inner side
of her thigh. This way she managed to catch herself.

When both of her feet were booted I got up again, watching her with fascination. It
was easy to see that she had some problems standing like this, but at the same time
she looked beautiful. Like a scared, wide-eyed filly, long-legged and shaking a
little. She had not yet completely given up on her arms: She tried to move them a
bit, her shoulders rolled a little from one side to the other and her hands twitched
as if she was trying to use her fingers within those bags.
“F…” She stuttered, tears streaked across her face. She tried again to form the
words. “F… finished…?”
“Like I said, nearly. There’s one thing every horse usually wears. I’ll show you.”
Laura whimped and watched me shyly as I walked to the rack once more. When I came
back this time, I was holding a head-harness in my hand. It was maybe the most
complicated item I created: There was a bit in the center, modified to fit into a
girls mouth, padded, a bit thicker in the middle and reaching deeper into the oral
cavity then a real horse bit would. Blinders were attached to it. And there was also
a cap made from the same brown leather that would fit on Lauras head. A hole in its
center was designed for some of her coppery red hair to fall down her back in a
ponytail. Her ears would be partially covered by something that looked like fake
pony-ears, pointing upwards in a cheery, slightly floppy way.

She stared at the thing and shied away from it as if I was holding a poisonous snake
in my hand. Once more she nearly stumbled, then took some very quick steps backwards
and crashed against one of the boxes wooden wall with her back. She was breathing
heavily now, shaking her head her head in disbelief. Her eyes were nailed to the
head-harness as if she was hypnotized by it.
“I can’t …. I can’t take th-this i-into m-my…. m-m-mouth”
“If you can’t take it into your mouth then we’ll just wait until you can.” I smiled
at her in a way of which I knew that it was mean and unforgiving. “If you still want
to call your parents after I released you, I’ll be happy to show you to the phone.
But for now, you are going to do what I tell you to do or you won’t be released so
soon.”
“N-NO!” Laura now tried to get out of the bondage that held her body and arms with
all her strength, but the leather didn’t do so much as creak a little. She bucked
like a newly-harnessed filly, which of course was exactly what she was in my eyes at
that very moment. A beautiful sight.

I watched her, waited, let her walk around on her wobbly legs and fight with her
restraints until she toppled and fell into the hay with a scream. She just lay
there, crying, her face red and her chest heaving. I kneeled down next to her and
showed her the head-harness once again.
“This is the last piece, Laura. The last bit, so to say.” I chuckled a bit. “And
then we’ll be finished. I promise.”
Her eyes were large, desperate, but with a spark of hope still in them. She wanted
to believe me. She started sobbing again when I slipped the harness over her head,
but she didn’t object any further. So I lead one of the straps under her chin,
another one to the back of her head. I put the cap in place and pulled a good part
of her hair through the hole on top. The blinders were already in place, limiting
her field of vision to everything in front of her. I put two more straps over her
face – they were connected on her forehead, forming an opposite ‘v’.
“Open your mouth, Laura.” I held the bit in front of her lips and she slowly opened
her mouth, trembling some more. I put the bit inside and set the straps taut one
after the other. That resulted in the bit being pulled deeper into the corners of
her mouth, being pushed deeper into her oral cavity, blocking her jaws but still
allowing her some movement of the lips and teeth. The drawn back corners of her
mouth exposed her canines, making her look a bit ridiculous and even the more
vulnerable.

“Very good. And now give me a moment …” It was time for the final step: I turned the
a small screw at the side of the gag made the built-in mechanism unfold. A
rubber-coated piece of metal flipped upwards, pressing against the soft part of her
upper palatal, forcing her to open her mouth a bit further. While I would have to
take the bit out from time to time – so she could be fed for example – I would be
abled to keep that second part of the gag in use almost permanently.
“Aahaaaaaghh… gck!!” She tried to tell me that the pressure was uncomfortable, but I
already knew that or at least had expected it very much. I just didn’t care and
didn’t react to her plead. Laura shuddered, her eyes turning to the side to look
into mine, but I was already concentrated on checking if everything was in place.
And indeed all was well: The straps were pressed into her skin tightly, the bit
didn’t move even as she now started pressing against it with her small, red tongue.

“You are finished – see? Now get up, let’s see how you walk in this.”
I held her arm and shoulder and helped her to get back on her hooves. She was
breathing heavily, still crying, some snot dripping from her nose and some flocks of
drool hanging from her lips. She’s shook and I had to hug her and pat her back
again, even kiss her cheek, until she finally calmed down a bit.
“Come on, walk to the stable-door over there.”
She did it, faltering, leering at me through the blinders. She managed to not fall
again, but apart from that small success she moved like a new born filly, her long
legs not used to walking with hooves instead of human feet. Blotches of sweat had
already started to appear on her back as well as on her breasts and belly and I
reminded myself that I would have to render her naked soon. But not right now.


III

When she reached the stable-door I opened it for her. It was almost evening now and
the sun had begun to set. Laura looked around and took in the ample ranges I had in
the back of my house, bordered by fences and hedges. She tried to look at me, but I
had already hooked a leash to her head harness. I pulled it once and she screamed as
the mouthpiece was pressed painfully against her palatal.
“Oaugkh!!”
“Shhh, don’t scream. Horses don’t scream, they whinny. Let me hear a whinny, as if
you were a little pony. Can you do that?”
“Whugh!!”
“No, that’s not really the sound I had in mind.” I pulled the leash again, this time
a bit more careful.
“Mrough! Mrouagh….” She tried to talk with more effort and more anxiety but couldn’t
form even one comprehensible word. I had to pull the leash once more to stop her
babbling on like that. There were some more sobs and finally she submitted and
aborted her fruitless trials.
“Wh… wheee!”
Very good. For that you’ll get a piece of sugar.”
I took a small lump of sugar from my pocket and pushed it behind her bit with my
fingers. She stared at me in disbelief, but she didn’t spit it out. Instead her
tongue moved to draw it in and she slurped on it until it started to dissolve. What
she did not know was that I had combined the sugar with a drug that is normally used
on mental patients. Higher doses would make her more compliant, calm her down and
ease her mind. In fact, it would lower her IQ after some time and by thus make her
more easy to control.

“Now come on, you can practice your walk a bit. You’ll get used to your hooves much
faster then you expect now, believe me.”
She tried to shake her head once more, even tried to protest again. No wonder since
she was clearly used to being treated like a human. I pull the leash once more to
show her who was in control – in complete, utter control – of the situation. After
that she followed me out into the range. I walked fast and she had problems keeping
up with me. But I didn’t cut her any slack. It would have been utterly wrong to do
that. Instead I started walking her around, following the fences, making meter after
meter while she panted and moaned and sobbed and sometimes screamed into her gag
behind me. She fell to the ground twice, but she just needed one or to hash jerks on
her leash to get her up again.

Laura was covered in sweat soon, tears and snot running down her face and foam
dripping from her mouth. Her jeans and shirt were darker now because they were
soaked. When I lead her back into the stables finally it was already dark, another
hour had passed and she let her head hang like a tired mare after a day of work on
the fields. My new filly didn’t have much stamina. I knew I would have to work on
that as well as on her behaviour.

But for now Laura was just in the state I wanted her to be in: Nearly too tired to
cry, just jerking in the harness from time to time, her eyes as good as closed. She
was beaten and finished for today and she was too exhausted to think straight. Her
hope of being set free had diminished and she was following me willingly as I lead
her back into the stables. Just when I open a box for her, some life flushes back
into her eyes.

“Hrgmaagh… wheeheee!” This time I just have to raise her leash a litte and she
remembered instantly what sort of noises she was supposed to produce. She whinnied
with trembling panic and stumbled into the box, nearly too weak to lift her hooves
anymore. She fell falls down there. She looks up at me from her place in the hay,
still hoping with the rest of her mind that I would release her now. She gasped when
I took a knife from my other pocket.

“Don’t worry, I am not going to hurt you. But you will spend the night here and you
should be able to use the bucket there in the corner. Which means that I will take
your clothes off.”
I pointed over to said bucket as I approach her. Subduing Laura in this state was
easy. She moaned, gasped, started wheezing helplessly when I pressed her on the
floor and cut her clothes away. She also trashed a little, but it didn’t help her of
course: I removed her jeans and the simple white slip she was wearing as well as her
shirt and the bra beneath it. Her skin was warm and moist, nearly feverishly hot.
And it was white as a sheet but covered with freckles everywhere, especially on her
breastbone and her back. Her breasts themselves were small, her pink nipples got
erected very fast once they were uncovered.

Once Laura was naked I let go of her. She clenched her legs as I stood up and
crawled into one corner of the box as fast as she can, as if that offered any
protection from me. What a shy filly.
“Get some sleep. I will look after you in the morning. And then we will start your
training seriously.”
That’s the last she heard from me. I left her in the box like this – naked, dirty,
thirsty and hungry – and locked it from the outside. I could hear her scream and
plead until I had left the stables behind.
IV

I spent the night nearly without sleep, but it was okay that way. I knew that Laura
would have a hard time in the box while I was drinking coffee, working out a bit,
reading news on the internet. It was important that she got her time to be scared
and helpless and weak, so that I could start the process of breaking her in. It was
a good night for me and every minute I spent knowing that she was in my possession
was as sweet as good, heavy wine.

When I returned to the stables the next morning and opened her box she was just
lying there, only half-conscious, blinking tiredly. Of course she couldn’t possibly
have slept well during the night, most likely she had been lying awake and could
only manage to drift away from time to time. Laura had dark rings under her eyes
now. She also had to be extremely thirsty. And some flies had found her and were
feeding from her salty skin.

“Raaagh…” Her voice more was than just a bit coarse now. I approached her with a
cattle-prod in my hand and touched her left butt cheek lightly with it. She
screamed, then whinnied.
“Hraagh… whee… wheehee …!” Some tears followed, but not many.

I walked over to the bucket and saw that she must have gotten up during the night to
take a shit in it. I ordered her to stand up, and when she managed it after the
third try I nodded. I took some straw and cleaned her with it, used a second hand
full to wipe her grimy skin, until she was red all over, biting down on her bit
hard. After I had finished I emptied a bucket with water into her trough. She stared
at it with red-brimmed eyes, blinking helplessly and moaning. Yes, she was
definitely very thirsty.
“I know. You can’t drink with the bridle inside. Wait a moment... there, that’s
better, isn’t it?”

She had surely thought I would take the gag out completely and that this would give
her the opportunity to talk to me, ask me what I am doing to her, maybe plead for
her release, promise me things to eel her way out of this situation. But even with
the bit out of her mouth, hanging loosely around her neck, she wasn’t any more able
to utter even one intelligible word. It was because of the second part of the
mouthpiece, the one that was rubber-coated and pressed upwards against her palatal.
It still forced her to keep her mouth half open permanently, giving her a stupid,
helpless look with some spittle flowing from her lower lip as if she was some
half-wit inbred.
“’Eagh! Hi-eck!” She tried to talk nonetheless, like I should have known. I didn’t
have to understand the words, I didn’t even want to understand them. What I wanted
was that she started to realize that human speech was off-limits for her. I raised
the electric cane and she twitched when she saw it move, a shriek escaping her
dribbling mouth. When the cane hit her small, firm, pale ass she just jerked a
little bit though. It was on a low setting, a little painful but no more than that.

“Be a good one. You want to be a good one, don’t you?”
Tears in her eyes again. I knew this was natural, that it was part of the process.
This transformation was nothing that could be achieved easily or without a lot of
turmoil and I had known that very well even before I had taken her.
But she whinnied and I considered that to be a good sign. She got another piece of
sugar for her compliance – I pushed it between her half-opened, warm and wet lips so
she could roll it around in her open mouth with her tongue. It made Laura drool some
more, but that was okay. She looked gorgeous.
I motioned her over to the trough with the cane in my hand, nodding at her.
“Drink as much as you can. It’s going to be a long day.” She got down on her knees
whimpering, clearly worried a lot about the ‘long day’ I just had promised her. But
that didn’t stop her from putting her head deep into the trough, her face touching
the water. She gulped it down with loud, slurping noises, not yet used to drinking
with the gag. She got some of it into her windpipe, came up coughing loudly, water
flowing from her mouth and nose, but dipped back in after some seconds.

I gave her some time before I grab her head-harness on its back and pull her head up
again.
“Ouaagh!”
“That’s enough. Too much water in your stomach can give you cramps. And we don’t
want that, do we?”
She tried to shake her head – I could see the motion, even though her collar
prevented her from really doing it. Another strike with the cane, another shocked
yelp. But like the last one, this yelp also sounded a bit as if she was getting used
to the feeling already, not liking it but accepting it as my way of correcting her
mistakes. And I could see in her eyes that she was apt to not make any mistake
twice.
“You need to learn how to behave. I don’t want to punish you and you don’t want to
be punished either, do you?”
“Wh... wheee!” There was much frustration and even a bit of anger in that sound. But
that as well was okay for now. I offered her a second piece of sugar, and since she
hadn’t eaten in nearly a day now she took it between her lips as quick as the other
one.
“Good girl. Stand.”
She did so, her legs wobbling a little bit, her nipples erect even though the air in
the stable was quite warm, goosebumbs on her freckled skin. She looked at me shyly.
But she didn’t fight when I placed the bit in her mouth again and strapped it tight.
“Let’s go. Like I said, we have a long day ahead of us.”

The sun shone down warm on both of us as I took her outside and lead her onto the
training grounds, made her walk with me so that she could warm up a bit. She still
moved quite insecure on her hooves, but she had improved a bit since she tried them
for the first time. After half an hour she was ready for the real training to begin:
I locked her leash to a high pole, situated in the middle of our training grounds
and made her walk around it. Then I started teaching her how to prance, correcting
her walk, striking her buttocks and the backs of her thighs every time she did a
wrong step or didn’t lift her hooves high enough. It was hard work for her and once
again she started sweating, moaning and crying, falling to piece in a despaired way.
The frustration was tough for her and I could see her arms twitch in the straps. She
shook her useless, leather-encased fists in the bondage, the muscles showing through
the skin on her thin arms, as if she hoped that by some miracle she would find a way
to free herself after all.

She didn’t, of course. Her cries got louder now with every touch of the electric
cane and I could see a lot of anger built up inside her. I didn’t have to care about
that – but I did nontheless. What I was doing with her was complicated and her
mental reactions to it were as complicated as that. I wanted to break Laura without
destroying her – and that would take a good amount of strategy and psychology.
I decided that it was inevitable for things to boil up sooner or later. And I came
to the conclusion that it might be better for both of us, if I let them boil up
right now.

So I started correcting her more severely, watching her every move and penalizing
every mistake, how small it ever was. My filly struggled with the punishments,
sweating and drooling more severely, her face contorted into a mask of effort and
pain. First she tried everything to meet with my expectations, but her legs were
already too tired, the hooves too heavy on her feet, her restrained arms making it
much harder to keep her balance. She stumbled twice, fell to the ground, got up
grunting and crying – and shrieking again when I hit her with the cane to make her
move faster. After another thirty minutes she broke. She started to scream even
louder, turned to me, shrieked hysterically and teared at the straps holding her.
This fit was quite similar to the one she had had yesterday, just more extreme and
more furious, fuelled by anger, desperation and disbelief that any human could treat
a girl like that. She even stomped her hooves in a helpless, childish gesture of
protest, tried to shake her head fervently. Her eyes were wide opened and there was
a curious mixture of fear and hate in them, setting them ablaze.
“Mruuuugh! Aouuuuumh waah-uuu naaaaah! HROUAAAAGH!!!”

I set the cane to a higher power level and hit her with it while I repeatedly told
her to calm down, to be a good filly, to behave. Of course she didn’t. There was a
bright blue spark when I slapped the instrument against her left side and the pain
made her cringe, but she continued with her fruitless protest. She even would have
jumped at me if the leash hadn’t restrained her movements to the small area around
the pole.
So I continued. While I ordered her to stand, to get into position, to obey, I
punished her with a shock every some seconds, which made her more frantic and more
hysteric, snot and tears and sweat flowing over her face and dripping down from her
lips and chin as she did her little, useless dance. It took several minutes until
she tired and fell to her knees, sobbing with her head lowered as much as the collar
allowed.

“Haagh ... haaagh... gh... ouhgh...” Laura was wheezing with flaring nostrils now.
Her hair hung in her face and stuck to her moist skin like some coppery mask. I
bowed down and brushed it away, then started to stroke her face gently. That made
her sob again, weak and exhausted.
“Maybe I was a bit too hard on you”, is what I said. “You need more time to learn
and you might just need a break and something to eat. Don’t you think so?”
She nodded, slowly and humiliated. She looked up to me, her grey eyes shimmering.
‘Don’t be angry’, is what this glance said without words. ‘Don’t punish me. Please
understand why I did this.’
“I know you are tired. But you can do better, I am positive on that. You didn’t
perform to bad. I just know you could be so much better if you really tried.”
And then I smiled a comforting smile, maybe even a bit ironic. It must have been
surreal for her to see me smiling like this, but I knew that it was also what she
needs. Against all sense it made me something like her accomplice in this, someone
who rather offers support and understanding instead of blind cruelty. It gave her
some hope that I was maybe crazy, but that I didn’t want to torture her. It built a
connection between us. A very thin connection? Yes, definitely. But once it was
there it could be strengthened.

I offered her another lump of sugar, pushed it between her slimy lips past the bit.
She sucked it thankfully. And she whinnied weakly, obviously to thank me or to
please me.
“Whee...”
“Good filly. Come on, follow.” I gestured for her to get up and she did so, her
knees still wobbly, legs still shaking. And as I lead her back to the stables she
followed me without any resistance left.


V

For feeding I modified her gag by using the small screw at its side, so that Laura
was be abled to use her jaw bit better. But I didn’t give her much slack and I had
the cane with me at all times, so that she didn’t even think about trying to talk
human. She seemed to understand that, since she just kneeled down while I filled the
second small trough with cooked rice and vegetables. It is deeply degrading for
every girl to eat like this, just diving in there with her head and swallowing the
food only half-chewed, but Laura didn’t even try to complain. One reason for her
good behaviour was the training and the beating she just got, the second reason was
definitely that she was more than just hungry, more like close to starving. I let
her eat until she had a small ball-belly which looked weirdly sweet on her thin body
and made me smile again. I wiped a ricecorn from the tip of her nose and pat her
cheek after she had finished. Her eyes were a bit glassy, maybe from the drug in the
sugar that already started to kick in, maybe simply because she was so full now.
“Was that good?”
“Wh... whee...”
“Good girl. Turn around.”
She did so and I checked her arms again – everything was in place, the straps as
tight as before but the circulation intact. She moaned a bit as I touched her
forearms.
“They are a bit stiff, aren’t they?”
“Whee...”
“Don’t worry. They look okay. Lie down a bit and get some rest. I’ll check on you
later.”
She did so, still bothering to make sure that I couldn’t see her small,
rose-coloured cunt as she slid to the ground. The attempt was sweet, but it also
made me think about how much longer I would be able to keep myself from taking her
for the first time. It would be too soon right now, no question about that. But I
still wanted it badly. In order to not show her what I was thinking about I smiled
at her as friendly as possible and then left her alone in her locked box.

We trained some more in the afternoon, and there was no more resistance at all – it
was so fascinating that I had to stop myself from grinning like a lunatic all the
time while Laura trotted around the pole, training her style. She was exhausted but
coped well with it, the food giving her some new strength. After every third round
she had completed without a mistake she earned another piece of sugar. For every
mistake she earned a strike with the cane. She was covered with red marks by now,
but she didn’t seem to notice them much. And she didn’t try to free her arms
anymore, just kept trotting and training and following my orders.

This is how the day continued until I locked her in again, ate dinner, worked a bit
in my home office. I also called some friends, just to let them know I was still
there, made some plans for visits and parties, the usual stuff you do to keep your
life going. Yes, I have always been quite a reclusive person, but I still have some
friends – and I didn’t want them to wonder about my changed behaviour.

Later I returned to the stables. Laura was lying on one side in her box, sleeping
deeply, even snorting. Her lips trembled around the bit from time to time. I opened
the door carefully, walked over and knelt down next to her. My hand touched her
shoulder and I stroked her a bit, then couldn’t stop myself from touching her left
breast, one of my fingertips on her nipple. It hardened fast and I smiled a bit more
as my hand traced down her body, stroking her belly and mons. She didn’t have much
pubic hair, but what she had felt as soft as warm summer moss would. My finger slid
beneath it, reached her lips and I stroked these as well, as carefully as possible,
in order to not wake her up. She mumbled a little in her sleep with a tiny bit of
drool dripping down from her bit. I nestled my fingertip just so lightly between her
pink lips until I could feel her clitoris.

I rubbed it gently, carefully, my other hand now playing with her nipples again. I
took my time, enjoying the magic of this moment and I was a bit amused as well as a
bit astonished when I started feeling the slightest amount of wetness beneath my
finger. Laura moved a little and stretched in her bondage, inhaling deeper. Then she
opened her eyes, looking directly at me. Her glance was clouded by sleepiness and
she was visibly confused. She didn’t move. She just watched me, a little enquiring
and a little shy at the same time.
Just when I moved my fingertip a last time – to take it away – did she twitch and
shudder, producing a helpless mewing sound, I got up and she still kept her eyes on
me. Her face flushed. She stayed silent.
And I didn’t say anything either, just smiled at her and filled her trough. I would
have loved to take her now, just force her to accept me. To break her in.
But breaking in a girl like this copperhead would be more complicated and more
faceted than doing it to a horse. And so I just fed her once more, gagged her
properly again and left her in the stables for the night.


VI

I trained her the next day and the three days after it. The greatness of it all
didn’t fade. It even improved, because was easy to see how Laura changed in even
these few days. She was unhappy of course, still scared and feeling humiliated and
degraded. But at least she slowly started to become used to it. The sugar wasn’t the
only aspect in this by far, but it definitely helped – the drug made her more
compliant like I had hoped it would, calmed her down noticeably and made her more
accessible for commands. At the same time it took some of her worries away, like a
good antidepressant should. It was not strong enough to completely change Laura by
itself or make her like what was being done to her – I was pretty sure she’d still
use every possible chance to escape – but it eased things up for her. The effect
would increase some more over the next weeks and months and I was quite curious
about how she would turn out in the end.

For now, she moved with much more routine. And the drool that was constantly
dribbling over her chin and had bothered her a lot in the beginning was now
something which she didn’t seem to register anymore. Her nakedness still had to be
scary to her, but when we trained a bit longer the next day and I realized she
needed to pee, I decided it was time for another test: I told her to pee right where
she stood and she complied, just got into a crouch and emptied her bladder. Of
course she had a tortured look on her face while I watched her pissing, but that
look was much less intense than I would have expected. And when I gave her the same
command some hours later she obeyed with even less reluctance. After that it became
routine until she started crouching down by herself when she felt it was okay, and
relieved herself without much thinking anymore.

I used one of the hidden light-sensitive cameras to check in on her at nights.
Sometimes she got up and tried to free her arms, to open the box, to climb over the
walls, to get rid of the bags that made her hands and fingers useless. When she
failed to achieve anything she sobbed or cried. In the third night she didn’t even
bother anymore to try.

When she cried during the training on Monday I made her stop her trot and hugged her
I patted her head and back and kissing her salty cheek.
“Shhh. It’s okay, who’s a good one? Are you a good one? You are, arent’t you?”
“Wheee!” She sounded deeply distressed, but at the same time like a girl who indeed
does want to be a ‘good one’. And why not? It meant less pain and less punishments,
more stroking and more sugar. I gave her another lump when she had calmed down.
“You are doing great, Copper. We’ll clean you up a bit on one of the next days, what
do you say? It’s time I take a bit more care of you. You are great, Copperhead, you
are doing very fine.”
“Wheee!” She stomped a foot, the gesture so sweetly helpless that I couldn’t do
anything else but chuckle. Of course she would have loved to be cleaned, of course
she had come to hate her own smell by now. She had been trained hard for days and
only been cleaned with straw from time to time. She was sweaty, grimy and filthy,
emanating a sweet, musky and salty odour. I liked it that way because it constantly
reminded her of her situation and because it increased her beastly appearance and
added to her dehumanization. But I was ready to make some confessions in order to
win a little more of her trust.
“I know, yes you’d love to get cleaned properly.” I smiled. “ Warm water and soap,
soon. I promise.” I stroked the side of her left breast, which made her jerk only a
bit – I had already done it repeatedly during the last days and she was slowly
getting used to it as well to the unprotected peeing. But when I touch her breast
this time, the tip of my thumb also streaks her nipple. It erects within seconds and
she bites hard on her bit. I keep watching her as I draw my hand back slowly.
“Okay, get into position. Let’s try another three rounds. And one ...and two...
good pony, very good, keep going!”


The doorbell rang just when Copperhead was back in her box for the evening and I had
returned to my living room. Activating my security system I saw another young girl
at the front door, but this girl I knew: She was sixteen, blonde, slim and
well-trained, had green eyes and bronze-coloured skin, blooming breasts and a long,
slender neck which every boy would love to touch and kiss. There was a winning smile
on her face, the kind of face that can drive any male mad within seconds. It was my
niece Hannah and she waved at the camera as if she knew I was looking at her right
now.
I buzzed her in and welcomed her in the lobby. She threw her rucksack to a corner of
the room as if she owned the place.
“Uncle! What’s up, how was your week?”
“Pretty okay. And yours?” We hugged and I patted her back like I did when she was a
child. I constantly needed to remind myself that she was still a teenager. She
already behaved like a woman who knows how she can influence men. Given some more
time to practice she would wrap them all around her pretty fingers.

Hannah has always been quite precocious. And she has always been quite a wicked
character since she got old enough to spell the word. She normally stayed in the
countryside during summers, in exact the same boarding school Laura attended as
well. But where my new pony seemed to be quite the shy and introverted type, Hannah
tended to be surrounded by flocks of friends and followers who jumped over each
other to fullfill her wishes. She was kind of a princess, no question, and she was
the sort of princess who would gladly watch two men duel and kill each other for her
entertainment. My stepbrother has spoiled her and he knew she was spoiled, but it
was already too late to change that by now. And frankly, I liked my niece. I had
found out that she visited some dark chatrooms and websites on her laptop during
last summer, toying with guys and enjoying chats about bdsm, bondage, all that
stuff. Maybe the taste for it flows in our family somehow, even though she and I
aren’t related by blood.

I took her to the kitchen, where Laura sat just some days ago. She drank her
lemonade quickly and we chit-chatted, teasing each other with jokes. I sometimes got
the feeling that Hannah liked to flirt with me, but I wasn’t not a hundred percent
sure – she was a teenage girl and with teenagers you never know.
“And you won’t believe what happened in school, uncle. A girl has disappeared. As if
the ground opened up and swallowed her!”
“Really? A friend of yours?”
“Naah.” Hannah made a face and took another sip of lemonade. “Just some girl, not a
friend. I didn’t even like her.”
“Why not? What was the problem with her, didn’t she enjoy jumping through your rings?”
“Very funny!” Another face, but a good-mooded, sarcastic one. “She was a new girl
and you know, she let everyone know that her family has money and how good she is at
math and so on. And she hated it here!”
That was something Hannah couldn’t understand, of course. She had known this area
for years and enjoyed every summer here. It was her playground, her kingdom.
“Well, and she somehow crossed you. I can see it in your wicked little eyes.” I
smiled a bit when Hannah shrugged. “Admit it, she did something that pissed you
off.”
“Dont talk so dirty, I’m a teenager! Well ... I wasn’t prepared for a test. And do
you think that mean bitch would have helped me? No way! She scored an A, I scored D
plus. She was just a bitch.”

That reaction started a line of thoughts in my head: I have known Hannah since she
was born and I knew more about her wickedness than even my stepbrother did. This
situation did represent a chance, a great chance even. It was risky, but I didn’t
think it was too risky, compared to the possible gratification.
“Why are you smiling like that? Uncle? Hey, why are you smiling like that? Do you
know anything?” Hannah nearly jumped across the table. I guess she knew many of my
different ways of smiling and had recognized this version instantly.
“I have just had an idea. But the idea could get you into trouble. You’d have to be
a good liar for it.”
“Hah! I convinced Dad that I need a motor roller to be safe when I travel home!” She
laughed, emptied the lemonade, looked at me with intense curiosity. “So yeah I can
lie like a master and you know it. I just oddly can never really lie to you for some
reason and I hate that!”
“Well, you may hate it but I on my part am quite thankful for it.” I bowed forward
across the table, kept my voice down as if I was sharing a secret with her. I knew
that Hannah was already on the hook.
“If you went to your principal and told her that you saw Laura on Friday afternoon.
And if you further told her that Laura wanted to take the train and later hitch-hike
home because she was homesick – would they believe you?”

Hannahs eyes widened and she stared at me in disbelief for a moment. “Wow. I didn’t
mention the girls name, Uncle...”
“I know. So, would they?”
She thought for a moment, hesitating. She asked curiously but without much empathy
for the disappeared girl: “Is she alive?”
“Yup. But I won’t tell you more. I need you on this, it would be a great help.”
“Wow. Is she ...” Hannah looked around as if there might be a red-haired girl
standing right behind her suddenly. “Is she here?”
“She’s nearby. And I’ll show you what happened, but only if you help me. I don’t
want people to search the whole countryside and I don’t want the police to send dogs
and whatnot. If you tell them she left for the city many of my problems will be
solved.”
She was shocked. But just a bit. And she recovered extremely fast: It took only
seconds until I received a nod and a curious, nearly feverish smile.
“I can do it, yes. And yeah they will believe me, no problem.”
“Good. Start your motor roller, drive back home to school and tell the principal
that you didn’t say anything until now because you didn’t want Laura to get into
more trouble. And come back here tomorrow, okay?”
“I don’t even have lessons tomorrow, I can be here in the morning!”
“Be here around nine then. Fair?”
Hannah grinned. It was the grin of an ambitious young pirate who had just been
invited to plunder her first galleon.
“Fair.”

VII

The next morning came fast and when it did Hannah was over-punctual. She was clad in
everyday-clothing: A pair of jeans and a thin pullover, a vest and black Doc
Martins. She was a bit paler then I would have expected, maybe because she hadn’t
slept well that night because of curiosity or anxiety.
“They bought it. I can tell you they questioned me all evening. I got to bed soooo
late Uncle, I’m totally exhausted.” She yawned like a cat and stretched her arms
over her head playfully.
“And you didn’t give anything away?”
“Nah, I’m not stupid. I even think that I’m very clever.” She giggled, then suddenly
had a stern look on her face.
“Can I see her please?”
“Yes, you can. But don’t get over-excited. Just walk into the stables and I’ll watch
you via the cameras. You two can spend some time without me.”
“The stables? Wow.” Another astonished look, another pirate-like grin. “Okay... I’ll
do that.”

When Hannah entered the stables I was already sitting in my workroom, having the
Monitor activated and one hand on the control-pad for the cameras and microphones. I
could see her close the door behind herself, then she cast a glance upwards to the
camera which I was watching her with. She gave me a ‘thumbs up’-sign and started
looking around. There was some equipment left on the rack which had been designed
for Laura, but which I had not put to use yet. Hannah studied it with care, trying
to understand its purpose. I could see her draw her breath in sharply as she started
to comprehend.

The first two boxes she opened were empty. In the third box was Laura, lying on the
ground and waiting. When she opened her eyes and saw Hannah standing in front of her
both girls turned to frozen statues for a moment. Hannahs eyes were large, her mouth
was a big ‘O’. Lauras eyes were at least as large as that and she seemed to have
stopped breathing.

I tried to think myself into Hannahs head: The girl she had gone to school with was
in front of her, lying in the straw naked, dirty, had obviously been beaten. A cap
held most of her red hair, straps run around her body, secured her arms in an
uncomfortable position on her back. Her feet were in thick hoove-boots, the face
half obfuscated by the straps of her head-harness, her eyes partly hid behind the
blinders, ears covered with the caricature of the pointy ears a horse would have.
Her mouth gagged with the bit, drooling uncontrollably. How would any sensible girl
react to a sight like that? I knew it and I had even prepared for the improbable
case that Hannah might just panic, turn around and run to call the cops or try to
get Laura out of her bondage.

But I shouldn’t have worried. The ‘O’ of her mouth shrank back to normal size and
formed itself into a smile, her face flushed and she placed one tanned hand on the
side of the door to lean herself casually against it.

“I... wow. Just wow...” She smiled some more. Laura at the same time tried to get
up, failed twice and fell back into the hay until she finally managed to get on her
hooves, legs wobbly like on her first day in the stables. She tried to talk again
and stumbled towards my niece, calling for help in her usual inapprehensible way.
“Hraaaagh! Maggmmmmh!” I could easily guess what my pony is trying to say.
“No wait, wait.” Hannah evaded the other girl, she took some quick steps backwards
to keep some distance between them. She was still taking the sight in, working on
fully comprehending what she saw. “Don’t bump into me, don’t try to touch me please,
you smell ... ouh you smell like ten hours of workout.” And then she laughs with her
clear, full voice, as if this was all a joke. “No, you know what? You smell like a
horse or something!”

“Nraaaaagh!” Laura tried to shake her head but couldn’t do that with the collar. She
retreated to just stomping twice with her left hoof, like she had been doing for
some days now when she wanted to emphasize something. “Eoouuuhh!”
“Shhh calm down now! I can’t even understand you!” My niece reacted the way I had
hoped for, playing with Copperhead and teasing her. A blind man could see that, but
Copper may just be too despaired to have an eye for the sadistic gleam in Hannahs
eyes. I relax while I keep watching them. “Is this a gag? I have never seen someone
gagged before. Why did you gag yourself?”

It would be impossible to describe the look of distress that glowed on Coppers face
right now. She tried to tell Hannah that she had not done this to herself but that
it was rather done to her, forced upon her, but she didn’t have the means to
communicate that clearly. She started moving her arms as good as she could, even
though they were stiff and had to feel quite useless and limp after these days in
strict bondage.

“Ghewaaaaagh!”

“I don’t know what you are trying to say... wait turn around and let me see what
happened to your arms, okay?”

Laura did so hastily and showed Hannah how she had been restrained – obviously
hoping that my niece would free her as quickly as possible once she understand how
uncomfortable the bondage had to be. But Hannah did nothing like that. She just ran
her fingers over the straps and buckles and checked the bondage.

“Wow this looks strict! I mean ... wow. I didn’t know you were into kinky stuff like
this, Laura... Can you get out of this if you want to?”

“Nraaaaghuuh!”

“Okay, I see. I guess I couldn’t either.” I see Hannah pull on one or two of the
straps to test their tightness. “And your hands are useless too? This is... this is
really wicked, isn’t it? You skipped some days of school for something like this?
Yiu missed a math-test, I’m not sure you realize that.” And then she looked up to
the camera, winking at me. It made me laugh.

“Let me see. I don’t know if you even want to be freed...”

“Hraaaah!”

“... but maybe I can find out what these straps are for? This one goes from your
arms to your body, so what happens...”

Hannah pulled it tighter so that Lauras arms were drawn further back and the skin on
her shoulders shone white as snow. The girl screamed loudly into her gag and tried
to step away from her, but Hannah grabbed her by her collar with the other hand,
holding her close by, her face and mouth nearly touching Coppers left ear now.

“Hey, you even had some slack. Is it still okay a bit tighter, like this? You got an
A in gymnastics, didn’t you? I bet you are terribly flexible.”

Despite Lauras moaning, wheezing efforts to prevent it I could see Hannah buckle the
strap again, tighter than it had been before. “Maybe you are doing this for
training, so you can get an A plus next time? I just can’t make any sense of all
this...”

It dawned on Copper that my niece was just toying with her. She started sobbing
again. Tears flowed over her face, snot dripping from her nose once more.

“Mguh... muouumh...”

“Yes okay, I understand that you want to be freed. But...” Hannah let that last word
hang in the air for some moments. “... you are such a pretty thing! You know, the
outfit is perfect on you, frankly.” She patted Lauras head from behind and then even
pinches her naked ass. “You always wanted to be something special, didn’t you? You
are doing great, you are living the dream!”

Another glance to the camera and my niece walked out of the box, returned to the
rack while Laura stumbled behind her helplessly. That girl was her only chance to
escape and she obviously couldn’t believe Hannah would just leave her in this state.

And she was right: Hannah didn’t plan to leave her like this. She took the electric
cane from the rack, which made Laura gasp and then shudder. She tried it out, then
pointed to the ground in front of her. “Come on, kneel here. Be a good pony!”
Laura didn’t have any intention of getting closer to Hannah anymore – in fact,quite
the opposite: She took a quick step backwards and mewed helplessly, begging for
mercy, when Hannah took some quick steps in her direction, grabbed her collar and
hit her with the cane across her breasts. The noise was loud even filtered by the
microphone.

“HRUAAAAGH!” Coppers scream was piercing. A bright red streak instantly appeared on
her pale skin and she nearly sank to the ground. When she looked at Hannah again
there was shear panic in her eyes.

“Wow, cool. I wouldn’t want to get a load from this thing. Did it hurt much?” My
niece sounded just interested but not even a bit sympathetic.

“Wrrrrgh...” Just a gurgling sob was the answer she got. It seemed that Copper had
to fight down the urge to collapse completely. I had never used such a high setting
on her and also hadn’t intended to do so.

“Do you want another one?”

“Naaagh!”

“Okay, cool. Then kneel right here and bow forward. I have found something else my
uncle has made for you, but I guess he hasn’t used it yet? So I will! Let’s try it
out!”

Laura knelt, shaking violently. And I enjoyed watching in spite of myself. After she
has spent some time with my niece it should be quite easy to show her that I’m not
cruel at all. And I see what Laura has in her hand: It is the belt.

I created the belt for Copper, yes. I wanted her to wear it. But not in the
beginning – only later, when she would have gotten used to the rest of her new life.
It was the most degrading, dehumanizing item I have designed and it could very well
have stayed on that rack for one or two or three more weeks. Now I asked myself if I
really want Hannah to use it on Copperhead, but frankly the answer was yes. It was
arousing to see them together and it was fascinating to see how evil my niece really
is.

The belt was designed a lot like a leather chastity belt, with two straps that would
go around Coppers thighs and secure the thing on her. But the difference to a normal
chastity belt was that there were two pieces that were supposed to be inserted into
her body.
The first one was a small vaginal vibrator with an added tickle-pad to be placed on
her clitoris. The second piece was the really dehumanizing item: It was a hollow
buttplug that was designed to make it impossible for the wearer to control her
bowels. The thought behind it was that there couldn’t be anything more dehumanizing
than to take that control away from someone. Whenever Coppers insides would push
waste down deep enough it would just fall out of her.

Copper didn’t know that yet, of course. Else I imagine she would have fought more.
As things were she didn’t fight at all when Hannah took the belt into her hands and
started fitting it around Coppers lower part of the body. I could hear her moan when
she realized that there were dildos pressing against her openings now, but the
instant she tried to pull away Hannah had already hit her back with a hard blow,
making her scream again.
“This is just the right thing for you! Did you not you tell me you had an older
boyfriend and that you are so totally experienced with sex and all that? I don’t
know why my uncle didn’t use it yet, you deserve it!”
But even though she was still joking, Hannah sounded sterner now. It was an intimate
task to touch another girl like this, even though she might have had a taste for it
and would further refine that taste in the following years. Her voice was a bit
strained as she started pushing the vibrator into Copper. The girl twitched and only
stopped trying to pull away when Hannah reactivated the electrical cane.
“Hold still you stupid bitch or I’m going to make you twitch all around the place
like an eel!”
“Uaaaagh!!!”
As soon as the vibrator was fully inside Copper, Hannah started working on the butt
plug, pressing it into my ponies anus with effort. Another long, sobbing moan
followed while Copper was maybe for the first time in her life anally intruded. When
it subsided the item was set as well. Hannah strapped the belt as tight as possible,
closing the buckles on the last hole.

“There you go. Now how do I... ah, I guess there it is.” She had found the correct
button on the canes hilt and activated the vibrator by remote. I had it set on
minimum power, but the feeling still had to be weird and disturbing enough for the
pony. She shuddered, twitched, moved the lower part of a body like a girl trying to
get used to her first G-string.
“There’s just one thing missing. Wait a moment...” Hannah took the pair of scissors
I had left down there, grabbed the part of Lauras hair that was hanging from the
hole on top of her cap and cut it off. She fit the hair into the small halter that
was part of the butt plug and closed the clamp at its end – Copper hat a red
ponytail now, shining brightly in the stables light.
“Wow, you have such beautiful hair. It makes a great tail, so beautiful...”
Hannah grinned as if she just passed an initiation-rite when she looked up to my
camera again. And in some way, I realized, she had indeed just initialized herself.
Even for a girl like her it had to be a tough task to do what she just did to
another female.
“Good pony, very good. Now get up.” Hannah wiped some sweat from her forehead as she
watched Copper stand.

“Whats up? Is something wrong?”
And there was indeed something wrong for Laura – the look on her face was one of
utter degradation and humiliation as she pulled up her knees and clenched her eyes
tight. Something fell from the hollow buttplug into the hay and I could hear her
moan again.
“Hruaaaaagh!!!” ‘You can’t do that to me!’ is what this noise meant. ‘I am a human
and don’t you see what you are doing? Please stop and realize that you are torturing
me! We are both women, so how can you enjoy this?’ But Hannah just giggled and shook
her head.
“Hey I am not into stuff like this. You did that, didn’t you? I would have gladly
given you a private moment!”
She took Lauras leash and pulled it hard, the cane still in her other hand. “And now
come on! I want to see how you can walk in these boots and with the other stuff in
you.”



VIII

Hannah trained with Copper for more than three hours, and I had to get to a window
to watch them on the grounds. I had never been as sadistic and cruel to the pony as
Hannah turned out to be, chasing Copper around until she collapsed, then punishing
her until she managed to get on her hooves again on shaking legs, checking her way
of moving with glee, punishing even the smallest mistakes, making her prance more
concentrated then ever. I was pretty sure she could have killed the pony if no one
had stopped her.

So after these more than three hours I walked outside myself and took the cane from
her.
“Aw come on Uncle, can we go on a bit? She’s improving!”
“She’s not getting better, she is completely exhausted. She needs water and
something to eat.” I took Coppers leash from her as well and patted the ponies head
reassuringly. “She has trained enough for today.”
“And ... can I visit her tomorrow?”
“We’ll see. Now get inside and make us some tea. I’ll bring Copper to her box.”
While Hannah made her way back to the house I gave Copper some time to catch her
breath. She looked gruesome, worn out and beaten. She cried from relief when she
realized it was over and I was here. And it took some minutes before I was pretty
sure she would get unconscious right here and now.
“I saw much too late that she found you”, is what I say to her with sympathy in my
voice. “Did she hurt you much?”
“Wh... wheee!” Copper whinnied in a relieved way, stamping a foot tiredly. I looked
down at her and checked the plug-belt, loosening it a little. My hand touched her
thighs as I did the checking and I could feel her wetness – no wonder that her cunt
had started lubricating since she had worn the thing for hours by now.
“You’ll wear this from now on – I would have put it on you later, but maybe it was
time for it.” When I saw the scared, degraded look on her face I added: “It won’t
ever again be as tight as it was today. I promise. And by the way: You don’t have to
feel humiliated by the butt plug, do you understand? You aren’t accountable for your
waste. It’s natural. It’s what ponies do.”
That was kind of an odd thing to say, no question, but after she had gotten Hannah
to know she seemed to see me as an improvement. She whinnied again, some spittle
flying from her lips, and stamped her foot once more.

Had I told her that she was a ‘dirty girl’ or anything like that I might have made
things harder for her. That was not what I wanted. I wanted her to be broken in, to
accept her new existence. The best strategy to do that was a mixture of toughness
and affection. It is always like that. Everywhere in life.

I took her back to the stables afterwards and cleaned her with hay like I had done
every evening. Warm water and soap had to wait a little longer. I took the vib out
but left the butt-plug inside, which made her whimper a little, looking at me with
pleading eyes. But even that look didn’t get her anywhere: Now that the plug had
been introduced it had to stay in her. She would have to get used to that, just as
she had gotten used to the other aspects of being my pony.

Hannah was already back in the kitchen where she had made tea and dinner for both of
us. She smiled at me as I entered and handed me a steaming mug.
“I didn’t ever know that you would do anything like this to someone! How did you
know I wouldn’t run to get the police?”
I didn’t inform her about my doubts or about the tranquilizer gun I had prepared
just in case. I just opened a cupboard and took some printed webpages out of it –
they showed pictures of girls that were tied and gagged, some shaven or put into
dog-costumes, some tortured with nipple clamps and similar devices. One of the girls
was strapped into a gynaecological chair, obviously tearing at her bonds and
screaming into a gag while a guy tattooed her.
Hannah stared at the pictures for some time, not as surprised or shaken as I would
maybe have expected.
“Yeah well”, she said. “I checked that stuff out when I was here last summer. I
didn’t know you were supervising which sites I visit on the internet.
“It was more some kind of coincidence that I found out”, I answered smiling. “I
found it interesting. And frankly, had I not seen what kinds of things you find
‘interesting’, I would never have shown Copper to you.”
“That’s what you call her?” She nearly screamed in delight. “Oh my god this must be
so humiliating to her! How long are you going to keep her like this?”
“More or less forever.”
“Forever? But how can you...” Hannah nodded slowly. “Okay, if people found out now
that you kidnapped her you’d be in trouble. Big trouble.” She giggled again.
“Well. We both would be. I made a little clip of you and her on the grounds”, I said
smiling. It made Hannah squint her eyes.
“Yes that’s really nice of you! But they wouldn’t send me to prison.”
“That’s true. Just to a psychologist I guess.”
“Well I wouldn’t have given you away anyways. This is too ... it’s too...”
“It makes you horny.”
“Don’t say that, it’s dirty language! But yeah, it does. So what?”
“So nothing, I like it that way.”
We looked into each others eyes sternly, until Hannah got the giggles again.
“Well I will visit tomorrow if I can, after school. Is that okay?”
“Absolutely okay. But I will have to teach you how to train a pony. You can’t just
torture Copper all day, there’s more to it than that.”
“And why can’t I torture the bitch a bit? She’s helpless anyways!”
“The reward is more fulfilling when you do it the right way. You’ll see.”


IX

I visited Copper in the morning. She looked worse than ever before, exhausted and
scared, dirty and quite insecure. Some flies had found her again and kept landing on
her sweaty, bruised skin until she jerked once or twice to fight them off for some
more seconds.

She hadn’t forgotten Hannah yet – I could see it in her glance. And she obviously
still had trouble getting used to the plug in her. When she saw me – and just me
alone – some light returned to her eyes. She took the lump of sugar which I offered
her with relief and she even whinnied weakly when she saw me carry two buckets with
steaming, soapy water into the box along with some other equipment.

“You’ve been brave for the last days and I think it’s time to help you a bit,
Copper. Stand.”

She did as I had ordered, so that I could check her restraints once again. I took
the gag out and let her feed – rice with vegetables again, also some chicken mixed
in, so that she would be abled to regain some of her strength. I wanted her to stay
as thin as she was now, because I liked seeing her like this, but I didn’t want to
starve her. After she was finished I started cleaning her with a soft sponge. I used
it carefully, started with her shoulders and arms, then continued with her
breastbone. She moaned and even closed her eyes, some tears welling from them. But
at the same time she obviously enjoyed the touch of the warm sponge immensely. Her
nostrils flared as if she wanted to inhale every last bit of the soapy smell that
was strong in the air. As I took her collar off and cleaned her grimy neck she even
produced a purring sound. She bit down on her gag hard right after that as if she
expected a punishment.

“Shhh – you are a good one. Relax, just enjoy yourself. You’ve had some tough days,

I know. Relax, everything is fine.” I kept on talking in that soothing tone while I
started cleaning her small breasts. Her nipples got hard and erected again, but she
didn’t care too much right now. I could only assume how good the gentle treatment
had to feel for her and I took my time, used new water and more soap as I continued
with her belly and her thighs.

“Spread your legs a bit more.”

She complied, even though she had that shy look on her face again when I started
soaping and washing her vagina. I let the warm sponge run gently between her lips
and took my time to clean them. I prolonged it for as long as possible. And while I
do it her breath quickens, her clouded eyes just staring at the opposite wall. When
I find her small clitoris again I wash it a bit longer than would be necessary,
until her lips quiver a bit around the bit and she snorts once, gulping hard and
then looking at me with some left over fear, mostly just nervousness.

“Is that good?”

She doesn’t answer me, but snorts again. Her cheeks have turned a deep red and I
just lean over to her and kiss her soapy cheek, then continue moving the sponge over
her most intimate parts. She presses her cunt a little bit against it, with the
faintest pressure imaginable.

“You are a good one, I know. You have worked so hard these last days, don’t you think?”

“Whu... wheee...”

I smiled and pinched her clit with my fingers, playfully and a bit teasing. She
jerked a little, but there was no pain in her eyes. Just some humiliation, which I
found to be quite okay. What I enjoyed was how relaxed she behaved by now. I kissed
her cheek and left her pussy alone, cleaning her thighs and legs now.

When I had finished cleaning her, Coppers skin had turned a bright pink with the
bruises shining a bit redder than the rest of her. I used a towel to dry her, then
ordered her to kneel.

“I will take the straps from your arms now – but just shortly. You’ll be a good one
and keep still, understood?”

“Wheee!”

She kneeled down, waiting submissively for what would happen next.

“This item is called a monoglove. It is more comfortable than the straps, but it
still works quite the same way. We’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt you and when it’s in
place you’ll wear it from now on.”

Of course she did not comment on that. But I wanted her to know what I was going to
do so that she could build up some more trust in me. I opened the buckles and took
the straps away from her thin arms, then also opened the bags. Her hands were as
grimy and sweaty as I had expected, her curled fingers at least as stiff as the rest
of her arms. But they were still okay, no permanent damage had been done to them.

When I had finished to clean them I slipped the armbinder over Coppers hands and
worked it upwards until it covered and encased her arms completely, the upmost part
ending right beneath her armpits. Compared to the straps she had worn over the last
days it had to be an improvement to her: The armbinder had a thick padding on the
inside and would put pressure on her hands, wrists, forearms, elbows and upper arms
in a very even way, making sure that Copper wouldn't feel any more pain while her
arms adjusted to their new permanent position. I hoped that in some time she
wouldn't feel much of them anymore and would come to forget about them, as they were
packed and secured so uselessly on her back.

With these thoughts in mind I tightened and laced the armbinder. She just wheezed a
tiny bit when I made her elbows touch behind her back and connected the binder to
her body-harness. Her arms were lashed up again, as tightly as as possible, without
any way of movement being far beyond coppers means.

“Very good, good girl.” Another piece of sugar went into her mouth. “Now let me see
what Hannah did to your hair.”

I took the cap off her head and brushed through her dirty, matted locks. I did not
want her to be without the cap for too long – she still needed to accept that she
would wear something like this permanently– so I worked fast: I got the hair trimmer
I had brought with me and started shaving her head, cutting her red hair away
completely. I used depilatory cream on her scalp to make sure that no new hair would
grow for some months, then cleaned her head and put the cap on her again.
She was silent through the whole process, just drooling a bit, breathing quicker
again when her hair fell down on her shoulders. There were no tears however – just
some sort of bleak, hopeless look in her eyes while she stared straight ahead.

“Stand.”

She did so, blinking a bit.

“Would you like to train a bit? Get into the sun?”

“Wheehee!” She stomped her foot. It made me chuckle in a friendly way and I winked
at her like an accomplice.

“I know, being in the box all time can be very boring. We will just do some light
training, so you can waste some energy. Just warm you up a bit, get some diversion
into the whole day.”

She jerked a little when I took the small vibrator into my hand, but she didn'thave
the courage to move away from me.

“Wheee! Weheee!” Two stomps.

“I know you don’t like it, but you mostly dont like it because Hannah has been cruel

when she used this on you yesterday. This item has been designed to make things nice
for you. More enjoyable – not to torture you. I will prove it. Trust me Copper,
relax.”

She looked into my eyes, lips quivering once more, and spread her legs a bit
further. I smiled at her and stroked her face, kissed the tip of her nose ... and
just after that I carefully inserted the dildo into her cunt.

“Hannah didn’t use the tickler, and the tickler isn’t a bad item at all. It just has
to be used on a good setting and it will make you feel good. It is like a special
treat and I think you won't find it bad. Wait a second...”

When the vib was strapped in place again, I took the tickle-pad and attached it to
her clit again, activating it once more. There was a lot of surprise in Coppers grey
eyes now when the mechanism started stimulating her, when it warmed up to a point
just above her body temperature and started vibrating in the most gentle way. I just
had to laugh to chuckle, seeing her with that look in her eyes.

“Is it okay that way? I promised you it would not hurt, did I?””

“Wheee....” She needed to catch her breath, the lower part of her body twitching a
bit, her nostrils flaring.

“Good girl.” I offered her and she took without reluctance another lump of sugar.

And off we went.

I trained Copper as promised, mostly just walking her around a bit and giving her
the opportunity to enjoy the sun on her skin and the smell of warm grass. She did
well now, moving as if she had never had walked and trotted with anything else than
the hooves that were on her feet now. The armbinder forced her to keep her arms and
back even more straight than the straps had and it looked great on her. I let her
trot a bit, gave her only twenty minutes at the prancing pole.

What she couldn’t hide anymore after our light training was the wetness between her
legs. It was a natural reaction since her clit had been stimulated continuously from
the moment we had left the stables, and the vibrator had been humming softly inside
her all the same time. When I wiped some of the wetness away with my hand that made
her flinch. She might have been getting used to her nakedness and helplessness, but
after all there wasn’t any more intimate way to be touched than this. She was
distressed again, even if just a little.

“Wheee...”

“Good girl, keep prancing – yes that’s good, don’t stop now, you’ve learned it, see?

You've gotten so much better so quickly ...”

She was happy to hear that, the proud commendation so different from the harsh
treatment she had received during the rest of the week. But her mind obviously was
somewhere else and I knew the place it had gone to: There was an itch that Copper
couldn’t scratch herself – never would be able to scratch herself anymore – and
after these days in complete degradation, under my utter control, her inhibitions
were as weak as never before in her life. A human girl in a human environment,
perceived and treated as a human being by those around her, would shy away from
showing her arousal in open public – wouldn’t even be aroused in first place,
because her mind would not go there at all. But here on my grounds and in my hands
civilization was far away for the pony that had once been called ‘Laura’. Copper had
been taught that lesson very severely and had started adapting to it in order to
survive and cope with the things I did to her. Thus I could see her now, fighting
with herself, just barely managing to remember how ‘normal’ life felt – life as a
human who drinks cocoa or goes to the movies or is smiled at by boys in the subway .
For sure she didn’t want to be aroused, but her body had started reacting. And the
more it reacted the harder it became for her to just ignore one of the few good,
pleasurable feelings she was allowed to have in her new form.

When I checked her belt and modified the ticklers intensity a little, she cringed
and closes her eyes, moaning softly.

“Hruuh... wheeeheee....”

“You deserve something nice”, I stated. “Or don’t you think so? I know how hard
everything is for you, getting used to all this.”
A pitiful glance. But she didn’t contradict in any way. As I kissed her cheek she
placed her head against my shoulder, shaking a little bit.

After I had her back in her box, after she was watered and fed. I took the vib out
of her so she could pee. But I replaced it as soon as she was done. Again she didn’t
fight it, didn’t try to prevent me from plugging her, but I saw the anxiety in her
face. I cleaned her with hay like I always did after the training, then locked her
in for the night with a last kiss on the strap running across her forehead.

And it was going to be a long night for her: She lay in the dark, staring with blind
eyes upwards to the ceiling, the lower part of her body jerking from time to time.
She coped well with that situation for maybe an hour, but after that she couldn’t
take it anymore, got on her hooves and tried to somehow reach her vagina with the
tip of the armbinder. She was not able to achieve that goal of course – a tortured
sob escaped her mouth when she realized that she would not be allowed to bring
herself to an orgasm. She looked around frantically, gets into a crouch to rub
against the hay, but I didn’t think there was any chance that she could help herself
into cumming. She stumbled around in the box, crying a little again, lips quivering
as she bit down hard on her bit. She lay back down, tried to sleep once more and
couldn’t. So she rolled from one side to the other, not managing to ignore the
stimulation anymore, but also not managing to get enough out of it to orgasm.

When I opened the door to her box at around two am, she looked at me with tired,
tortured eyes – and some hope in them as well. She was still scared and she would
still turn me over to the police any moment she got the chance, but that was just no
realistic possibility. Copper was learning right now how important it could be to
make the best of a situation, how dire it may be.

“Can’t sleep?”

“Whe...eeee...” A tortured moan. This was the first time I ever visited her at night
and the change in routine obviously confused her. She stayed on the ground, waiting
for my command to stand. I gestured at her with the cane to do it and she stood up,
hay clinging to her pale, rosy skin here and there.

What’s up? Are you in pain?” I walked up to her and started stroking her cheek, then
her shoulders. She didn’t know how to honestly answer my question and in the end
decided for ‘no’.

“Wheee... wheeee....” Two stamps with her right foot,

I smiled and touched her breast, the nipples already firm and erected. No flinch
anymore. She pressed against me lightly.

“You are in heat a bit. You don’t have to be ashamed of that, Copper.” My hand
stayed on her breasts, stroked them more intense now and I slowly leaned over to
kiss her cheek again. Her natural smell of leather, sweat and musk was pleasant and
comforting.

“Turn around.”

She did so, shaking a little bit from humiliation and fear, but when I touched her
small, firm ass – it had gotten even firmer through training during the last week –
she moans again and pushes it against me. I checked her bondage as I always did when
I saw her again, but at the same time lifted her tail with my other hand, touching
her between the legs. I unlaced the front part of the belt. She was hot and wet, her
juices already running down the insides of her thighs. When I pulled the vibrator
and tickler away she moaned loudly, lowering her head as far as was possible with
the collar.

I opened my pants with flying fingers – no wonder, since I had had to keep still and
timid this whole week. I forced Copper to feel like this, slowly broke her spirit
and trained her to accept her helplessness and dehumanization. But for myself it had
never been a question that I wanted her. Now I could finally have her and that
knowledge made my brain catch fire.
I grabbed her by one of the straps on the back of her hood, pulling her head upwards
and back as far as possible. I kissed her left ear, tasted her skin and also brushed
against the pointy piece of leather half covering it. Then I started pressing my
cock against her from behind.
“Ough... ouaaah...” She had to feel like a madwoman right now, everything in her
head mixed up and confused. That was why she tried to pull away from me for a moment
and why I had to grab her with more force, whispering soothingly into her ear at the
same time. She calmed down when my penis touched her cunt and started sliding inside
her. Her skin was hot as if she was in a fever and her breath was rapid by now. She
spread her legs wider, helped me enter her by pushing against me. Her cunt spasmed a
little and she moaned again, louder this time, with not much humanity left in her
voice. I reached around her, still whispering soothingly into her ear, and touched
her vagina, stroked the lips, then pinched the small, glowing button of her clit
lightly. There was another jerk, a stronger one this time. She snorted, small flocks
of spittle flying away from her gagged mouth.
“That's a good one. You are a good one, aren’t you, Copper?”
When she tried to whinnie in lust and desperation alike, I pushed deeper. It make
her scream into her gag once more, the sound coming from deep inside her like the
throaty moaning of a wounded animal, a savage mixture of arousal and pain and desire
and shiftlessness as old as the world itself.
“Whee...ouaagh! Hroouuuumh....!!!”
I started moving in her, holding her with an arm around her torso, the hand
massaging her breast and nipple, while my other hand kept stroking and teasing her
clitoris. Goosebumps were all over her body now, her muscles twitching. She went to
her knees slowly, like a beast of burden that had too much to bear, and moaned
again. A sob mixed into the sound, but whatever she still felt parallel to her
arousal ... it didn’t stop her from pressing against me with more determination,
which made sure that my cock would not slide out of her again. When she was on her
knees, Copper leaned forward, resting her head in the hay, placed on one side.

“Hrjaagh!”, she yelped helplessly.

I could take her with more force now, so I gripped her hips and thrusted faster in
and out. Her tail waggled back and forth and she spread her legs wider now, in fact
as far as possible. With every thrust I could see her muscles work under her
freckled skin, the arms in the monoglove jerking upwards and tearing at the laces.
She was sweating again, a strong but pleasant, musky smell emanating from her warm
skin. Grunting with every of my moves. I took my time, enjoyed mounting her as much
as possible and let her stew a bit in her own juice before I slide a hand around her
again, continuing to tease her clit.

The touch nearly made her orgasm instantly, but then something in her drew back and
I could feel her trying to collect herself in some manner. It was easy to guess why,
so I didn’t give her much time to do it. I didn’t want her to think. I moved even
faster now, stroked and pinched her clit rhythmically. Being caressed that way made
her bite down on the bit hard, but she couldn’t stop herself from screaming through
her clenched teeth, a shrill mixture of pain and pleasure in that scream, And then
she shudders, jerks, her muscles spasm more forcefully and she pushed herself
against me with all effort as she came.

I held her in the same firm grip as I continued moving, fucking her forcefully,
while she rocked and jerked beneath me. It took her minutes until the groans and
yelps slowly subsided and she distinctly calmed down, breathing slower now, relaxing
more and more. Finally I allowed myself to cum into her, stroking her sweaty back as
I did. I sank onto her like a stallion that’s done with his mare, smiling like a
madman. What I just had done had been the best experience of my whole life.

And there was a weird calm in the box now, hovering in the air like the faint smell
of spring after a long winter, when there are still no leaves on the trees but you
can already feel that something fundamental is about to change. While I stroked
Coppers back and her strapped arms - which she would most likely have forgotten
about in some weeks and months - I could sense it. She was calmer now, like a woman
that has made a tough decision but is determinded to stick with. She was still
confused but also unwound in a way that didn’t have its roots just in her orgasm.
She snorted again as I kissed her bare ass, accepting the kiss, not shying away from
it or reflecting its meaning anymore. She didn’t know that this was the spot where I
would soon brand her.

For today there had been enough change in her and my life. She hadn’t yet accepted
what was being done to her, but she had seen and felt that it was starting to become
a part of her. That was what I had wanted and that was just how you might as well
describe the process of breaking a pony in. As I left her in her box, sweaty and
wet, exhausted and defeated, I promised her more soapy water for the next day, more
training, more sugar. By that I showed her that I would continue to be a firm but
also a fair master. And in her situation that was all she could have hoped for. It
was obvious that she had begun to understand and accept that as well.

She would learn more about herself in the months and years to come. Her journey had
just begun.

As I got back into the house to showered and afterwards went to sleep. In the
darkness, just before I slipped out of consciousness, I started thinking about
Hannah and how she had treated my horse. I didn’t like it much and I thought there
might be a lesson waiting for my nice at some point in the future.

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