Maddy becomes a ponygirl 10 | hood, chain, collar | ponygirl stories

Herman and Louise had been away for two and a half days. In the back of the van lay two young, nubile women. Twins. Herman had hit the jackpot. "Let Feeney try and lowball me on this one," he thought as he turned off the Interstate onto Route 286 North. Twenty minutes and they would be safe at home, unloading their valuable cargo.

Louise's thoughts were on their charges locked deep under the ramshackle barn. She couldn't wait to get her cunt licked by the slut Maureen. She was so horny she almost asked Herman for a favor.

She looked over at him, his fingers locked tight around the steering wheel, that stupid old tractor hat on his head. He would probably want her to suck his mangy old cock in return. The thought of it made her shudder. She could wait.

Jake and the boys had spent the last two days taking turns watching the monitors on Irving's laptop. The screen flipped between views every five seconds. Tucker, who was on watch, had gotten tired of watching the screen's incessant blinking from one scene to the next and had locked on to a single view which overlooked the entrance to the barn. He had been at it for two hours. He yawned. Leon was due up next. He got up to get a coke from the small room fridge. While his back was turned, a dark brown van pulled onto the screen. After a few moments, a bulky, fiftyish, old lady got out and opened the barn door. The van slid inside, and she followed it, closing the door behind her.

Tucker gave the screen a cursory glance when he came back with his coke. Satisfied that all was as it was, he sat down and took a long pull from the ice cold cola.

Herman laid out the two new girls on the floor next to the van. He hadn't been able to resist removing their matching, bright yellow, bikini tops when he and Louise had first grabbed them, but the narrow, licentious bottoms were still on. The girls both looked up wide eyed at their captors. Helping the seemingly helpless old lady had come second nature to them. She was effusive in her thanks as they helped her lift the heavy bags into the van. A jab from the Taser gun paralyzed them long enough for Herman to pull them in and tie them up. Goodbye Panama City, hello a life of degrading sexual abuse.

It didn't take long to get the girls down in the hole. Herman snipped off the tiny string-like bottoms with his penknife. Each girl sported a little yellow beard over her sex. Natural blonds. They both begged and pleaded when their temporary gags were removed.

Louise quieted them quickly with the more permanent thick leather plugs. Once in their cages, she gave them a jolt from the electric wand just for good measure.

Maureen and the brown haired girl looked none the worse for wear.

They drank gratefully from the water jugs once Louise got around to it. Herman stuck his cock in Maureen's cage. "Dessert first, slut," he told her, "then dinner."

Maureen seized the flaccid meat with her lips with alacrity.

Herman's eyes rolled back as he luxuriated in the fervent mouth.

Maureen's skills had developed favorably over the weeks she had been in captivity. Although she was anxious to earn her dinner, she knew Herman would critically assess her blowjob. She desperately wanted to eat.

While Herman got his rocks off, Louise washed down the brunette.

"I'll decide when she eats," she thought to herself, her slit watering in anticipation of Maureen's worship at that shrine.

Herman was nearing fulfillment. He groaned deeply as he felt his stiff shaft fill with his seed. "Suck it, bitch!" he yelled. "Suck it!"

Maureen absorbed every drop of Herman's copious discharge.

Three days on the road really built up a load.

"I'm going up," Herman told Louise as he tucked his now flaccid cock back into his pants.

Louise nodded. She had emptied out a can of beans and franks for the desperately hungry brunette. She then turned the hose on Maureen, washing away three days of sweat and grime. Motioning for her to turn around, she addressed her loins and ass, wiping them clean.

When she was finished, Maureen turned and stared at the old lady expectantly. Louise finished washing away three days of wastes from the bottom of the cages. She opened a can of bean and franks and emptied it into a bowl on the floor. She opened Maureen's cage and motioned her to get out. "Come on out, my little cunt licker. Time for eating," she said.

Maureen eagerly exited the cage and began to crawl to the bowl.

"Not so fast, cunt!" Louise barked. "You've had dessert, now the appetizer." The old lady sat down on a small stool and, spreading her legs, raised her dress to her waist. She pulled off her baggy cotton drawers. "Come and suck my twat, slut. Then you can feed your ugly face."

The poor girl grimaced. Her stomach ached with hunger. Although she had suffered almost every torture known to man as the prisoner of these two mad, cruel devils, she had not yet become fully inured to their degrading verbal abuse. I'm not a slut. I'm not ugly. Her eyes glistening with tears, she lowered her head and crept between the callous woman's knees. Louise had placed the bowl of food on the floor directly beneath her twat. Maureen fought back the urge to bury her face in it. She had no desire to prompt a whipping.

As Maureen's lips and tongue addressed Louise's sweltering cunt, the old lady sighed with delight. "That's it, slut," she told the prostrate girl. "Nice and slow. Make it good or I'll whip your tits until they bleed!"

The two new girls looked on in disbelief. What kind of hell had they been brought to? They looked at each other, tears in their eyes.

Was this their future?

Maureen's tongue delved deeply into Louise's sweaty quim. The old lady's musky discharge covered her face. Louise's hands were on the girl's head, gripping it tightly, as she felt her blood rising. When Maureen tickled her fat, stiff clit, Louise moaned. "Yessssssssss," she hissed. "That's the spot, slut. Keep licking it!" she ordered.

Louise's whole body contracted as her cunt throbbed and pulsed in orgasm. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she yelled as the waves of pleasure shot through her. She closed her thighs around Maureen's head and pressed her mouth against her gash. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried.

Mercifully, when her cunt's throbs petered out, Louise allowed Maureen to eat. The girl frantically sucked down the food. Louis laughed as she watched.

At the motel, Leon's eyes clouded over as he tried to maintain his attention on the actionless screen. He had missed it when Herman had left the barn and gone to the house. Jake was looking over Leon's shoulder when he caught signs of activity. He slapped Leon on the back of the head.

"Idiot!" he yelled. "The lights are on in the house!"

Leon jolted to attention. "What?" he said.

"The lights are on, idiot. Unlike your head, there's somebody home!"

"Oh," Leon replied sheepishly.

Irving and Leon played back the recording of the night's activity.

They watched the van pull up to the barn and Louise get out and open the barn door.

"Well, if there wasn't anybody down in that cellar before," Irving challenged Jake, "there is now."

"Okay, okay," Jake replied. "But we're not making any move until someone shows up to collect them."

"That could be days," Irving replied.

"If it's days, it's days," Jake answered him. "We didn't put those girls, whoever they are, into that hole. If we weren't here, they'd be just where they are. They're not our responsibility."

Irving bristled. "So you say."

"Yes!" Jake relied emphatically. "So I say! Now you fix me up something that will let us know when someone pulls into that driveway, some kind of alarm. These dodo's can't keep awake watching a computer screen."

"I'll set up a motion detector," he offered.

"Good," Jake answered. "Just don't get caught. We've got to see whoever stops to pick up the merchandise."

Irving fought back the urge to challenge Jake's assessment of their responsibility to the kidnappers' victims.

The next morning Irving had the gear set up. Jake instructed him to get a gizmo to track the pickup vehicle so they didn't have to follow it.

The team spent three anxious days awaiting developments. They watched on the computer screen as Herman and Louise made their way back and forth to the barn. They were able to see as one or the other, or both, descended a ladder into the dungeon. Irving had added sound to the bug in the barn and they could hear occasional snatches of conversation as the two kidnappers walked from the barn door to the trapdoor and back.

On the third day, on Martinez's watch, Herman was seen bringing the girls up from the cellar one by one. The crew gathered around the computer screen as they watched three naked young women mounted in stocks. The camera had a powerful zoom lens and they were able to record the frightened faces of the women as they were trussed up for display.

Jake ordered Curley and Leon to go to the farm and get ready to plant the tracking device on whatever vehicle pulled in. About an hour later, the motion detector went off and a large delivery truck pulled up the driveway.

Chuckie was driving, and he backed the truck up to the barn door.

Feeney stepped out of the passenger side and strolled to the barn.

Chuckie followed. Jake and his crew watched them enter the barn.

"Get a close up of their faces," Jake ordered. Irving remotely maneuvered the camera lens to record their identities. Leon was charged with getting a make on the truck and installing the 'gizmo'.

Irving panned the camera back as the two men entered the barn.

They watched Herman shake hands with the thin one. Herman and Louise stood by expectantly, while Feeney perused the product.

Irving and Jake watched with astonishment when the thin man pulled a gun from his jacket. There was a look of surprise followed instantly by alarm on the faces of the kidnappers. Two sharp, shots rang out and the old couple fell to the floor. The thin man approached them and put two more shots in each one's head.

"Well, that party's over," Jake observed.

"Shit," was all Irving could say.

Feeney replaced the gun in his shoulder holster. Business was business. He had relayed to his partners his suspicions that Herman was getting ready to close shop after the last trip. The fact that Herman had notified him of a new load so quickly reinforced his suspicions. Herman was not to be allowed to enjoy the benefit of his ill gotten gains. Loose lips sink ships.

The hooded and naked prisoners were quaking and moaning. One of them had peed. There was no mistaking the sound of gunshots in an enclosed environment like the barn. The sound of Herman and Louise dropping to the floor, uttering short, doleful moans, was confirmation of their demise, if any was necessary.

"Let's get to work," Feeney ordered Chuckie. Chuckie had been surprised at the summary execution of the old couple, but he shrugged his shoulders and got on with his work. It took about an hour before all three girls were loaded on the truck. Leon had already wired the tracker to the underside of the van and had recorded all its distinguishing characteristics.

Feeney stood by, smoking, while Chuckie did his work. This was Chuckie's job and he was damned if he was going to do it for him.

When Chuckie was done, Feeney nodded toward the two lifeless bodies. "Let's drop them down the hole," he said. "Then we gotta wash down this blood. I don't want these assholes found for a long time."

After unceremoniously tossing Louise and Herman's bodies down into the cellar, Chuckie got a hose from the house and washed away the blood. The water thinned out the deep red puddles until a reddish hue spread across the floor.

"In a couple of days you won't be able to tell the difference,"

Feeney said. He went over to close and lock the door to the dungeon.

"Hey," Chuckie said. "Is that fat broad down there?"

"How the hell do I know," Feeney answered him. "And what if she is?"

"Are we just going to leave her there?" Chuckie asked.

"I'm not going down there and neither are you. We're getting out of here now."

Feeney's voice had the sharp edge of command.

Chuckie shrugged. "It just seems a waste," he said. "I mean a blow job is a blow job."

"You'll be giving my .22 a blow job in a minute if you don't get in the truck," Feeney responded.

After putting out the lights in the house and the barn and locking them both, the two men mounted the van. After a moment it began to move forward and rocked gently as it navigated the ruts and potholes, then disappeared from view.

Martinez and Tucker were waiting a few hundred yards down the road in the Taurus as the van pulled out. Jake called Martinez's cell phone.

"Is the beeper working?"

"Like a charm," Martinez answered.

"Stay a few hundred yards behind him at first, then drop back. If they pull off the road, don't worry. Irving's got a relay from the tracker here. We'll track them if they make any detours."

When Curley and Leon got back, Jake ordered everybody to pack up. Irving protested. "There's somebody down that hole," he said.

"You're not going to just leave her there, are you?"

"We don't have time to fuck around," Jake said.

Irving got up. "I don't care what you do, Jake. I'm going over there and I'm going into that hole. I'm getting the girl out. If you want to stop me, you'll have to shoot me." He looked hotly into Jake's eyes.

Jake had never seen him like this.

"Do you know what it's like to starve to death, Jake?" Irving asked him, his voice trembling.

"Okay, Okay," Jake relented. "But what do we do with her?"

"Call your big shot, Bertram," Irving replied. "Let him work something out."

Curley and Leon finished packing up their stuff as Jake and Irving drove down to the farm. Jake made them stop a hundred yards from the driveway.

"Why're we stopping?" Irving asked.

"I'm not adding my tire tracks to the evidence log once those two dirtbags are found," Jake answered. "We're getting out here and walking in. We'll walk the girl out. Since we're here, you might as well be of some use. I'll go down to the cellar of the barn, you get on the computer and transfer the money to this account." He handed Irving a piece of paper with an offshore bank's name on it and a long list of numbers. "This is between me and you. Got it?"

Irving smiled. "Got it."

Jake unlocked the barn with no problem. The lock on the trapdoor was a little more difficult, but he had picked tougher locks and after a few moments, the bolt slid open.

Maureen had watched as Herman and Louise's bodies had come crashing down into the underground prison. She could tell right away they were dead. She froze in terror when she heard the trapdoor slam closed and the bolt shot home. She was gagged and bound, captive in her little steel cage. Her body crumpled in despair. She knew now she was going to die a long and excruciating death.

Her heart leapt when she heard the trapdoor open again, but as she watched the legs descend, she realized that whoever it was might be coming down to finish her off. When Jake reached the bottom of the ladder and turned to see her, his cold, hard visage brought her no comfort.

Jake took in the sight of the miserable girl. Irving was right, he thought. When he approached the cage, the frightened girl drew her body back as far as it would go.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he told her. "I'm getting you out of here. Where's the key to the cage?"

Maureen began to cry with relief. She nodded her head toward a hook on the wall. Jake took the key and unlocked the cage.

Hesitatingly, the naked, girl crawled out. Jake carefully drew her to her feet. Maureen's eyes were flooded with tears.

"I'm going to unlock your hands and remove your gag. You have to be absolutely quiet. Do you understand?"

Maureen nodded energetically.

He removed the chain and collar from the naked girl and unbuckled the gag from behind her head.

"Oh, thank you, mister, thank you," Maureen blubbered.

"Shhhhhhh!" Jake remonstrated. "You have to be quiet. Can you make it up the ladder?"

Maureen nodded. "I think so," she said, her body quivering.

When Jake got the girl up the ladder, he relocked the trapdoor and carefully replaced the pallets on top of it. He took Maureen's hand and led her to the house. When they entered, Irving had just completed the transfer of the money.

"Take her upstairs and give her a shower," he instructed Irving.

"Don't let her out of your sight. Give her some of the old lady's clothes and feed her. I'm going to call Bertram."

Bertram answered his cell phone on the second ring. Jake brought him up to date, then he told him about the girl.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do with her?" Bertram screamed into the phone.

"Listen," Jake told him. "Either you make some arrangements pronto to get this girl someplace where she can be treated and held incommunicado or this job's over right now."

There was silence on the phone. After a few moments, Bertram responded. "All right. I can probably get a long distance ambulance there in a couple of hours. I'll find someplace to stash her – but if this fucks up the deal on Madeline, you're a dead man, Jake."

"Many people have tried," Jake answered.

Maddy, was rendered numb by her assault. Docilely, she watched the tall, dark eyed man who had raped her ride away. She had the feeling some line had been crossed and her almost ceremonial ravishment marked the beginning of her new life. Her wrists strained at the buckles holding them high behind her back. She discovered she was crying. A feeling of dark foreboding came over her as she watched the man recede into the distance through her hood's narrow apertures.

The despondent girl was able to see only small swatches of the landscape around her. There were long lines of white rail fences around what looked like a dirt track. A large house stood in the distance. There were several outbuildings. To her astonishment, she thought she saw a tall, masked, naked woman pulling a cart.

That was exactly what Maddy had seen. Standing next to the young girl, watching over his new charge, was Maddy's trainer, Anton Drabik. Drabik was a former colonel in the Red Army. Times had been tough when the former Soviet Union collapsed and it was many months following his discharge 'for economic reasons' that he had been able to get any kind of a decent job. His skill as a killer of men, well honed in the Afghanistan fiasco, was the only skill he had to market. It didn't take long for him to be recruited by one of the new

'mafias' that had sprung up. He had risen quickly in the organization and now worked as an assassin and part time trainer of ponygirls for Axmail Grobgy, himself a former KGB apparatchik.

It was Grobgy who had sampled Maddy's cunt just now. He was her new owner and master. He also commanded a virtually tribal clan of steel eyed, ruthless gangsters who controlled thirty-five percent of the heroin smuggled into the new Russian and Ukrainian Republics.

His 'family' had extorted themselves into significant shares of hundreds of legitimate businesses. There was a special market they ran outside of Odessa specializing in 'hard to find' items such as weapons, identification papers, car parts, and, some alleged fissionable material.

Untold wealth had fallen into the coffers of a fortunate few since the fall of the 'Evil Empire'. The two dozen or so newly minted multi-millionaires who had taken up residence in central Kalikastan had purchased huge estates, most of them former communal farms, and resumed the sports and hobbies of their capitalistic and feudal forbears. Among the ancient traditions of the raiders of the Kalikastan steppes was the sport of pony racing, female, human ponies, that is.

The rules of the sport were simple. All women recruited to serve as human thoroughbreds were to be of non-Slavic origin. This prevented the sportsmen from drawing on the hundreds of thousands of nubile women in the former Soviet Republics who might otherwise grace their paddocks. Females from countries that were the traditional enemies of the Workers' Paradise were especially prized. Americans, Britons, Germans, Poles, and other Western European females were numbered among the prime pony flesh. Drawing on centuries old enmities, Swedes and Hungarians were treasured. Maddy was potentially, given her large but graceful physique, and her American origins, a natural for the sport.

The six foot four inch tall Drabik was the ace of Grobgy's trainers.

He knew good pony flesh when he saw it and this new girl had great potential. All would depend on her training. All thoughts of her own humanity must be driven from her. She must learn that she was merely chattel, albeit a valuable one, existing only to please the lusts and desires of her master, his guests and servants.

Maddy's opportunity to take in her new surroundings was cut short by a pull on her leash. Fearfully she followed the lead. She could see the broad back of a man walking purposely before her. He was wearing a dark blue tee shirt and jeans. His hair was long and blond, descending loosely to his shoulders.

They were walking quickly along a dirt pathway. Maddy struggled to keep up, fearing the consequences if she should stumble and fall.

She saw that they were approaching a huge, white, barn-like building.

On the peak of the building was a large crest, consisting of a yellow, rampant wolf, its talons raised to strike, on a field of blue.

Underneath the fiercely depicted wolf was an inscribed motto, "Sub hoc signo vinces" – Under this sign we shall conquer.

When they reached the building, the man slid open a large wooden door set on a track. The inside of the barn was dimly lit and Maddy had trouble making out any details. Before her eyes could adjust fully, she felt herself pulled further into the barn.

They stopped in the middle of an open area. Maddy could see what looked like a warren of wooden stalls on either side. There were large wooden beams above her and a chain dangled from one of them.

Drabik stood back and made a visual inspection of the naked girl.

He admired the well toned, muscled flanks, the broad chest, the taut belly. He ran his hand over the leather hood covering Maddy's shaved head and stroked the long brown hair that jutted from the hood's rear.

Maddy tried to pull away when he reached out for her breasts, but was brought back by a sudden and rough jerk on her leash. The man frightened Maddy. His face was clean shaven, but he had large bushy eyebrows and a hard, piercing gaze.

As Drabik caressed her breasts, Maddy could feel the strength of his calloused hands. He pulled at her nipples, pinching them hard, and drew a small yelp of protest from the girl. He took her by the shoulders and turned her around, then ran his hands down her thighs, assessing them, pleased by what he found.

Maddy was overwhelmed by the freedom with which the man handled her body. It was as if it was no longer hers, or rather, that it belonged to him. She felt her wrists behind her back being unfastened from the leather harness she had worn now for almost twenty-four hours. She uttered a sigh of relief as she was allowed to lower them.

She felt the harness being unbuckled and removed from her body.

The barn was oddly quiet. Maddy heard the harness fall to the dark wooden floor as it was tossed aside by the man. She heard the sound of the chain that hung from the joist above her being pulled down.

The man clipped it to her right wrist then quickly spun her around.

By the time Maddy realized what was happening, the left wrist had been affixed to the chain and the man was pulling on the opposite end.

Her wrists were quickly forced to rise over her head. The man pulled on it until Maddy was standing on the tips of her toes. He stepped over to a large wooden vertical beam and fastened it to a hook embedded there about seven feet above the floor.

There was little doubt in Maddy's mind as to what was going to happen next. She remembered well the whipping of the red headed girl the day of her arrival. She began to whine and moan. She tried to beg the man through her still gagged mouth to spare her. The result was a strangely garbled, piteous sound.

Drabik stepped up to Maddy and ran his rough hands over her skin.

He massaged her breasts, grabbing them firmly, circling them with his long, steel hard fingers. She grimaced as he squeezed them in a vice-like grip. He pressed his hand between her thighs and caught her labial lips between his thumb and forefinger, pinching them cruelly.

Maddy moaned in pain.

Seemingly satisfied he had Maddy's full attention, he walked over to a rack of whips hanging along the outer wall of one of the stalls.

He selected a long, thin, leather encased reed. Maddy tried to plead again frantically as she watched him test its strength and swish it through the air. He stepped behind her, his thick soled boots making a heavy, thudding sound on the hard wooden floor. He circled her twice, swishing the reed back and forth, eying her lustfully. Maddy tried to keep up with him, spinning on her toes so that she could keep him in view.

He had gone out of view, behind her when he struck the first blow.

There was a hissing sound and then a loud crack! as the whip struck across her back. Maddy howled with pain. The kiss of the reed drew a line of fire across her back.

Drabik maintained his steady pace around the moaning and pleading girl. Crack! A blow landed across the front of her thighs.

Crack! The reed lacerated the flesh of her buttocks. Crack! Maddy felt the whip's bite across her breasts.

For ten minutes, Drabik kept circling the unfortunate girl, striking out seemingly at random. He struck every part of her body he could reach. Each blow left a red line of abused skin in its wake. Maddy's throat was growing hoarse from her screaming. Tears flowed from her eyes, creating streams down the tight hood that dominated her face. She could feel them drip onto her chest as she awaited the cruel man's next blow. She had given up trying to follow his gyrations around her and stood still, taking whatever the man decided to giver her.

When he was finished, Maddy hung limply from the chain. Her chest heaved with her sobs. Her voice was a long, wailing moan. She heard the man's footsteps as he went to the beam, unhooked the chain, and slowly lowered it until Maddy was on her knees. Again he tied off the chain. Maddy looked up at him through the narrow slits in her hood. Her eyes were befogged with tears. He stepped up to her and unbuckled the gag from behind her head. Maddy began to beg and plead. "Please don't whip me any more, please…"

Her entreaties were interrupted by a mighty slap across her face.

The force of the hand stunned the forlorn girl. Twice more, the man lashed out at her with his hands, alternating with his right and left.

The blows stung fiercely and Maddy saw stars as her jaw was rocked back and forth.

Still sobbing woefully, Maddy held her tongue. The man's message was clear – no talking. He waited until she was recovered then lowered the zipper to his pants. He fished out a long, fat cock already hardening with lust. The young girl cringed as she realized she was about to be assaulted. Her stomach turned at the prospect of her imminent oral ravishment.

Drabik grabbed Maddy's long ponytail with one fist and pinched open her jaw with the other. She felt the thick meat pass over her lips and into her mouth. Maddy desired desperately, above all else, to avoid displeasing this callous and cruel man. She accepted the rigid pole and worked her lips and tongue around it. The man began to fuck her mouth and she strained to pleasure it each time he drove it remorselessly past her fervent lips. Again and again the man pressed his cock home, striking the back of Maddy's mouth, piercing the entrance to her throat. Maddy looked up through the tiny slits in her hood and saw the cruel gaze on her. He held her eyes, mesmerizing her, as he drew his cock over her pursed lips. She heard him groan and her mouth was flooded with his hot, creamy discharge. He pushed his cock deeper into her, jetting his come inside her throat.

Drabik groaned, his fist firmly clutching the stream of hair that flowed from the back of her head. Maddy gagged as the throbbing rod filled her esophagus.

Gratefully, the unhappy girl felt the pulsing of his cock begin to ease. He withdrew from her mouth slowly and deliberately, making sure every drop of his come was deposited inside. When he finally exited, he rubbed its still semi-hard and slimy head over Maddy's lips and chin, capping her degradation.

Maddy received Drabik's insult stoically. It was clear to her that she was trapped in some low level of hell and there was nothing she could do about it. No one she knew or knew her had any conception of where she was. Even she didn't know. All she had seen since her delivery to this strange, cruel country was the courtyard of the way station for enslaved women she had been in yesterday, and the brief glimpse she had had today of her new surroundings, viewed through the tiny slits of her mask.

The potential costs of protest or resistance had been made very clear, however. Whatever fate had in store for her, wherever this strange nightmare led, she would have to endure it, if she wanted to live – and for now, she desperately did.

Having initiated the new slave into the rigors of her servitude, Drabik put his flaccid tool away. There was more work to do.

Drabik disappeared from Maddy's sight for a few moments. She remained kneeling, her hands suspended over her head. She could see in the dim light the varied whips and other instruments of correction displayed on the wall before her. Her stomach grew queasy as she sensed she would become better acquainted with them before too long. Her heart ached, ready to break, when she thought of the pain and suffering she would have to endure. She vowed to do all she could to avoid it. She would obey enthusiastically, every order issued to her, would suffer any indignity rather than provoke another beating.

Maddy heard Drabik approach her from behind and felt his hands circle her throat unlocking the thick, leather collar she had been adorned with the previous day. She felt her hood being pulled up and removed. A wave of relief swept through her now that her full sight had been restored. She had resumed human status. She had a face!

She was a person!

Maddy dared not look to observe what Drabik was up to behind her. Ominously, she felt a tape measure stretched around her head and neck. Drabik took careful measurements and, when he was done, stepped away,

She heard his boots retreat then return. She felt a leather collar, thicker and larger than the other, placed round her neck. While the prior collar had prevented her from lowering her head, this one, higher in front than in the back, pressed on her chin, raising her whole head upward. It was black and bore the Grobgy crest emblazoned on a metal disk fastened at its center. Steel rings bedecked its sides, back and front. A long, thick strap ran down the middle of her back.

Maddy instinctively tried to straighten her back and raise herself up on her knees to compensate for the forced uplift of her face. To Maddy, the stiff, uncomfortable collar was a harbinger of more cruel accoutrements to come. She whined, unintentionally, and a tear ran down her cheek. She flexed and writhed her bound hands above her in frustration and fear. If she didn't still suffer the reality of the burning strokes of the whip, she could believe she was in some horrible nightmare. She thought, with misery, of home, her apartment, her family. They all seemed to belong to a world that had ceased to exist.

Next to be applied to Maddy's body was what she would come to learn was her training hood. It was made from blue neoprene rather than leather. The resilience of the fabric allowed it to be stretched so that it fit tightly against the head. It could be left on for lengthy periods since its design was to allow the skin beneath it to breathe.

Maddy felt the hood being slid up her long, auburn ponytail then stretched to fit over her head. Forgetting her resolution to endure passively the whims of her masters, she began to bob and weave her head desperately, attempting to avoid restoration of the depersonalization of her face and the curtailment of her sight. Drabik was not unprepared for resistance.

He placed his hands on Maddy's shoulders and squeezed its pressure points in an iron grip. Maddy screamed in pain. He held the points for thirty seconds, allowing Maddy to languish at the mercy of his brutal hands. When he finally relented, Maddy, properly chastised, forlornly permitted the hood to be applied.

The neoprene clung tightly to her face, accentuating its contours. It fit, literally, like a glove. The openings for her eyes were like tiny dots, narrowing her vision to a small circle. The hood had a wide, oval opening for her mouth and two small holes for her nostrils. It descended over her chin and down to the top edge of her collar. Small hooks in the bottom of the hood attached to little eyelets in the collar, allowing the hood to be pulled taut.

Maddy was now covered from the bottom of her neck to the top of her head. Drabik released her wrists from the chain one by one, replacing her thick, brown, leather bracelets with black ones. The bracelets were attached to clips in the long strap descending her back.

When Drabik finished affixing Maddy's wrists behind her, he placed a thick leather encased bit into her mouth. It had a steel plate that depressed her tongue, and straps on the sides that permitted it to be connected to the sides of the hood. Drabik tested the effectiveness of the bit by pulling on the rings to which it was attached. Maddy felt the steel plate press down harshly on her tongue. The pain was excruciating. She moaned and cried, and tried to assuage the pain by moving her head backward. Drabik had his hands firmly on her head and held it steady as he maintained the tautness on the straps. When he was satisfied she had learned the purpose of the steel plate on her tongue, he relented.

Maddy whined in self-pity. The lesson of the functionality of the bit, when melded with the surreal apparition she had seen earlier of a woman pulling a cart, gave rise to a horrible thought. Horses wore bits in their mouths. Horses pulled carts. Was she being made into some kind of a human horse? Was such a thing possible? Her mind reeled at the thought.

Maddy had no more time to speculate on her new status, for Drabik pulled her to her feet by her hair. She cried out in pain as he pulled her to a short wooden bench and shoved her down on it. He removed the high, black boots that her been placed on her feet the day before.

She sat and watched as Drabik measured her naked feet. He left and returned with two long, black boots. He straddled her body, his back to her, and pulled them onto her feet. They had hard bottoms, with a built in arch support. The tops were of supple leather and fastened to her shins by a belt.

There was a ring in the center of Maddy's collar and Drabik used it to pull the outfitted girl to her feet. He attached a long leather lead to it and pulled her to the door of the barn. There was a full length mirror there that Maddy had failed to notice when she had been dragged inside. Drabik presented her to it. He held her still, his hand gripping the ring in the front of her collar. He bent her head down slightly so she could get a good look at herself. Maddy sobbed in dismay as she viewed a faceless, naked beast before her. She moaned and her knees sagged as she was overcome with despair. What had this man made of her? Was she really the same person as the apparition she viewed before her?

Drabik broke the spell that the sight of her own dehumanized body had cast over her by opening the sliding door and pulling her through.

She was blinded by the bright sunlight. The narrow openings in her hood seemed to make the sun's glare worse. She felt herself pulled forward and she scrambled to keep up with her tormentor.

It was Drabik's practice to put the new ponygirls to work as soon as possible. He led the unfortunate girl to a sandy ring with a tall post in the middle. A long pole extended from the post. A chain hung from its end. Drabik attached a small chain with a ring in the middle to the sides of the bit. He attached the chain from the pole to the ring. He took up a long, thin, switch, with a slim leather thong attached. There was a small electric motor at the center of the post and Drabik turned it on. He snapped the switch at the girl's buttocks. It landed with a loud crack and Maddy jumped forward. Maddy felt a tug on the bit in her mouth as the pole above her began to pull her ahead. Three more slaps with the whip and Maddy moved hurriedly to maintain its pace.

For well over twenty minutes, Maddy circled the post, placing one foot ahead of the other, plodding at a dull, leisurely trot. She could see little except what was directly before her. The tight pull of the pole on her bit kept her head from moving from side to side. She sensed, rather than saw, her trainer watching her intently. Her naked breasts bounced and swung side to side with each loping stride. She wanted to beg the man to let her stop, to free her. She wanted this horrible nightmare to end, but the pole dragged her relentlessly along the circular path.

Suddenly, Maddy heard the wine of the electric motor increase in tempo and the pole began to pull harder at her bit. She increased her pace to keep up. Her breath became ragged as her chest heaved to draw in enough oxygen to feed her bloodstream. She was marching along at double time, the dull throbbing in her thighs and hips becoming exquisitely painful. The fact that her hands were bound behind her caused her shoulders to ache with every swing of her torso and made it exceedingly difficult to maintain her balance as she was herded along. Maddy tried to call out for mercy, but all that emerged was a gargled groan.

As the girl circled the ring at her quickened pace, her lord and master rode up. He was accompanied by a languidly beautiful young woman, barely out of her teens, with long black hair and pale white skin. She was wearing a white blouse and black, leather jodhpurs, tall, black leather boots. She sat on a large, sturdy white horse, wet with sweat. Maddy saw the dim outline of the couple as they dismounted. The next time around the ring she saw they had approached the circle of sand and were watching her struggle desperately to maintain the pace set by the remorseless pole.

Grobgy was accompanied by his daughter, Anya. She was his pride and joy and had been raised to relish the cruel and merciless exercise of power. She had no delusions as to the nature of her father's business and the source of their now staggering wealth. She liked to watch the ponygirls put through their paces. Her father had been telling her about the new female and she had been anxious to see her.

"A beautiful specimen, Father. Look how her tits fly as she runs."

Grobgy laughed. "She's a hot young filly, too. She couldn't get enough of my cock this morning."

Anya slapped her father's shoulder playfully. "Respect me, father.

I'm a delicate flower. I don't need to know about your rutting with the ponygirls."

"And what about you?" Grobgy replied. "I've heard you've removed their bits for some fun from time to time."

It was Anya's turn to laugh. "Oh, father, you're making me blush."

"If only I could, Anya. If only I could."

The lord and lady of the manor watched with interest as Drabik increased the pace of the pole yet again. He nodded at the pair.

Maddy felt the pole increase its relentless pull on her bit. She was running now, her legs screaming with pain, her chest straining for air.

Three times around the post she sprinted to keep up, franticly fearful of the consequences of failure. She knew she would soon collapse with exhaustion. It was just a matter of time. On the fourth circuit, her right leg caught the back of her left and she stumbled. The sturdy pole dragged her behind it.

Drabik quickly halted the pole's movement lest it break the girl's neck. He grabbed the switch and lashed out at her three times.

Maddy, in panic, tried to struggle to her feet, but she was overcome with exhaustion and hadn't the strength to do so. She cried out as each kiss of the switch burned into her buttocks.

Grobgy and his daughter laughed with amusement at Maddy's predicament. They knew Drabik would have this girl sprinting with the best of them in no time. For now, her futile struggle to find her feet and avoid the lash were comical to them.

Drabik grabbed Maddy's hair and pulled her to her feet. She groaned with pain at the seizure. When back on her feet, Drabik released the bit from the pole and pulled her toward her admirers.

Maddy was huffing and puffing from her tormenting exercise. Her generous breasts rose and fell, jiggling delightfully with each frantic breath. Maddy saw the couple staring at her. She recognized Grobgy as her rapist from that morning and was appalled at the frank appraisal of her naked form by the attractive, refined, young woman who was standing next to him. She pulled her legs together unconsciously, humiliated at the exposure of her sex.

Drabik noted Maddy's reaction and after grabbing her ponytail and pulling her head back, slapped her across the breasts twice. Maddy cringed at the stinging blows. He grabbed her right thigh and pulled on it, spreading her legs apart. "This is how ponygirls stand before their betters."

"Good work, Anton," Anya complemented him. "You've got her started off right."

"I've just gotten started you mean," Drabik replied. "She's got a lot of potential, but she has to be taught her status right away." Drabik grabbed one of the breasts he had just slapped around and squeezed it gently, cupping it in his hand.

"Make her dance for us, Drabik," Anya challenged. "Let's see how hot she really is."

Maddy could not decipher the meaning of the Slavic words being bandied between the couple and her trainer. She knew what they said involved her and whatever nefarious plans they had in store for her.

She was taken aback when Drabik seized one of her still stinging breasts and began to caress it gently. His large hand cupped the sweaty, pale globe. She grew uncomfortable when she felt him tease her nipple with his thumb. She felt it stiffen and quickly looked at the woman to see if she had observed it. The woman was looking at her intently and seemed to smile as Drabik pulled gently on the nipple, extending it, pinching it softly.

Drabik stood behind Maddy and seized both her breasts with his hands while pressing his body up against her back. His hands massaged her sensitive tits, causing a tingling in her loins. The girl squirmed in frustration, mortified that her reactions to these unwanted caresses should be viewed by this beautiful, regal woman.

The rubbing of her breasts caused Maddy to moan. As a wave of pleasure ran through her, she allowed her body to relax, swimming in the comforting sensations. When she felt the hands of her possessor slink down her belly to the apex of her thighs, she shook herself awake. She knew the tantalizing hands' ultimate goal and her sense of humiliation and shame was renewed. Not here! Not here in front of these people!

Drabik's hands danced over her thighs and belly. As the mortified girl tried to squirm away, he circled her body under her breasts with one arm, holding her close to him. The other hand snaked its way to her loins, rubbing her belly then descended to her snatch.

The trainer's hand found Maddy's sex moist and engorged. She whimpered when she felt him probe her burning tunnel with his fingers. She yearned to close her legs, to deny this beast that used her so callously access to her hot labial lips, but feared to disobey the command implicit in his separating them a few moments before.

Anya looked on appreciatively. "She's hot all right," she said to her father.

Grobgy did not reply, concentrated as he was on the compelling beauty of the impassioned girl.

Maddy could feel her juices rising. Her pussy yearned for the man's practiced touch. She moaned as he began to torment the little bud of pleasure at the tip of her sheath. Now, oblivious to those who were watching her, she began to rub her loins against the hand that violated her, seeking its penetration of her lusting hole.

Drabik, sensing the increasing passion of his prisoner, thrust his fingers inside her, spreading her moistness to her clit, alternating between stroking the hot interior of her flush canal and rubbing the nub of pleasure above it. Maddy began to thrust her hips in time with the exploration of her cunt. Her breath became short as she felt her need to complete this act of passion rising within her. As her orgasm flooded through her, her cunt throbbed and contracted around the fingers that tormented her. She rolled her head back and sagged at her knees as her body was awash with exquisite sensation. Drabik held her up, refusing to relent when her first wave of passion had passed.

As Maddy felt the tingling of her loins renew, she became aware that the man intended to make her come again. She whined, desperately ashamed at the lustful display she was making of herself. She could not resist the incessant, demanding hand, and it was not long before she erupted again in orgasm, her whole body shaking and trembling, her breasts aching as they tightened, filled with her hot blood. She called out unwillingly, the sounds of her voice almost inhuman as she cried out, "Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Maddy was limp in her trainer's arms, as the leavings of her orgasm flowed through her. She tried to regain her feet, but her legs were wobbly and she needed Drabik's strong grasp to steady her.

Anya was pleased and amused at the show. She clapped her hands enthusiastically. "Bravo, Anton! A wonderful performance!" she said, laughing.

"I told you," her father said to her.

"Well," Anya replied, "almost any woman would melt in Drabik's arms, Father. He seems unusually experienced in handling a cunt."

Anya knew personally of Drabik's skills with a cunt. They dallied together from time to time at an inn not far from her father's estate.

She felt a tinge of jealousy as she watched the ponygirl struggle to recover from her ordeal. Her own loins burned for his touch. Maybe tonight, she thought.

Drabik knew better than to display any familiarity with his boss's daughter. She was his prize and he had shot men before for becoming too friendly with her. Oh, he permitted her little dalliances with the ponygirls, that was understandable, but her virtue with men he protected like a miser protecting his hoard. So far no man had proved worthy of her in his mind.

Anya's thoughts echoed in Drabik's mind, but Drabik had work to do. And work must come first. "May I proceed, Axmailavich?" he asked his boss.

"Da," Grobgy answered. "Come, Anya, let's go to the house and have lunch"

Anya nodded, all the time watching Drabik's eyes. He will be fucking the ponygirl tonight. Not me. She turned and mounted her horse. With a flick of her riding whip, the horse jumped and dashed away, her father and his horse right behind her.

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