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A
Ponygirl Story
By
John Brand
She
had a dazzling smile. She was smiling at
someone she knew as they passed. Pretty lips, perfect teeth and sparkling blue eyes. The breeze took her blonde hair and she had
to shake her head to keep it from blowing over her face. Joe had noticed her the moment she had left
the supermarket, the sun shining through her light dress, so that he could see
her lovely long legs and the white panties underneath. She was the one, he decided. His eyes followed her as she went to her car.
He
walked over to where she was loading her groceries into the boot. He was pleased so see she had bought very
much: either she was just picking up a few things she needed, or she didn't
have too many mouths to feed. He tried
to decide which. There were clearly
ingredients for several different meals ... but they wouldn't be large
ones. Maybe enough for
one - perhaps two at each meal.
What else? Toilet paper - a small
multi-pack - gave nothing away. Shampoo
- big bottle ... but that would last, so no help there.
He
moved on a step or two to avoid her noticing him, but then her shopping went
out of his line of sight. He stopped as
he heard her slam the boot, and took out a cigarette. He turned out of the breeze to light it, and
was able to watch her walk to the front of the car, open it, and get in. He had been trying to look at her fingers: he
wasn't sure, but he didn't see any rings.
“Yes!” he thought. “She's the one.”
He
turned, cut through the rows of cars to where he had parked his - close to the
exit. He got in and started hi engine,
and waited. After a minute or two - it
seemed longer, her car went by. Another
followed hers. Joe pulled out behind
that and followed her. While they were
driving through the town centre, Joe kept a car or two between him and her
car. He also tried to use different
traffic lanes where he could. Hopefully,
she would not notice him in her rear-view mirror. As she drove into a residential area, he had
to adopt different tactics. He would
pull in and let her drive ahead of him until she turned, then he would quickly
follow after her so that he would be able to see where she turned in the next
road. Eventually he saw her pull in by a
row of small terraced cottages. She
opened the door of one, and took her groceries in.
Joe
waited a moment. Was she alone in
there? He just didn't know ... but he
decided the chances were, if there was anyone else there, he could get away
quickly enough, and if there wasn't - that was just what he wanted. He reached out to the shopping bag behind
him. He had some shampoo - but it was a
different make, and too small. No toilet
paper. He didn't even have the same
meals she had bought. Oh well, he
thought. Let's try these. He picked up a carton of Corn Flakes. He also picked up a small ball gag and a pair
of handcuffs: real ones, not the easy release ones people play sex games
with. He got out of the car, looked
round to check the street was empty and walked up to her door. He knocked, and stood a step back, and
waited. Moments later, she opened the
door. She stood behind it and peered
round, wondering who this stranger was and what he wanted.
"Hi"
he said, smiling, I saw you unpacking your shopping and you seemed to drop
this. He gestured to the Corn Flakes,
which he was holding edge on to her line of sight. He smiled at her again, shuffled his feet,
moving a little way out of sight, so that the door would have to be opened
wider to see what he was showing her.
She opened the door a little more and stepped round it. At that moment, Joe rushed forward and pushed
her in, so hard she fell back onto the floor.
Joe closed the door and stood over her.
He listened. She swore at him and
asked him what he thought he was doing.
She was frightened, very frightened, but angry at the same time. Angry at him, and angry at
herself for falling over and not protecting herself.
"Shut
up!" he ordered. She swore again
and was about to let a tirade of abuse lose at him, when Joe kicked her in the
groin very hard. She groaned in shock
and pain. Tears filled her eyes. "I said, 'Be quiet.' " He listened again. Not a sound.
They were alone. He weighed up
the situation. So far everything was working
out well. No-one had seen him. There was no evidence of his being here, so
nothing to clear up.
"Turn
over!" he ordered. She looked at
him. Was she going to be raped? "Turn over! Now!" Well - unless he wanted her from behind, she
was probably not going to be raped - at least - not yet. Joe kicked her again - not so hard this time
- just a reminder. She had no more time
to think. Just go along with
things. Maybe she can escape later. Maybe he'll gat scared and let her go. She turned over just before Joe kicked her
again. Joe knelt down, straddling her. He pulled her arms back and handcuffed
her. As she started to protest, Joe
slipped the ball gag into her mouth and fastened it firmly behind her had.
She
was outraged. Outraged,
but helpless. Joe lifted her up,
helping himself to handfuls of her breasts.
She tried to kick him... It was all she could do to defend herself,
now. Joe slapped her across the face,
hard: harder than he'd intended. She
gasped with the shock and pain, and nearly choked because of the gag in her
mouth. Tears were running down her face
now.
"Listen."
said Joe. "I'm going to take you
out. We will walk to my car and get
in. You will not struggle, or try to
draw attention to yourself. Do you
understand?"
She
did not react. Joe put his hand inside
his jacket and pulled out a knife. He
dug the point into her cheek. A drop of
blood emerged. He wiped it off with his
finger and showed it to her. "Do
you understand?" She nodded. A new droplet of blood formed on her cheek.
Joe
then took some fine wire and tied it round her neck. A chain dangled from it, which he held
onto. "If you try to run, this'll
cut into your kneck. If you try hard
enough, it'll take your head right off.
Understand?"
She
nodded. Joe smiled to himself when he
saw the fright in her eyes. He had
already begun to subjugate her. He
licked the new blood from her cheek: she recoiled from his wet touch. Joe laughed, "You're mine now. Get used to it." He ran his hands over her breasts, found her
nipples and squeezed them cruelly, twisting them at the same time. She groaned with the pain. Then he lifted her dress and put his hand
inside her panties. She was neatly
trimmed. Joe pushed two fingers inside
her. She stood rigid, unable to protest,
but damned well not going to co-operate.
Joe didn't care at that time. He
let her go, went to the door and looked out.
It was clear. He tugged on the
chain sharply and she followed, looking round, hoping someone would see. But she knew everyone on the street would be
at work at this time.
She
got into the car and waited. Joe shut
her front door and got in the car too.
He started the engine, and they drove off.
o0O0o
The
journey lasted for hours. They didn't
stop anywhere. Joe had a bottle of water
which he would drink from now and then.
Twice he stopped to relieve himself in the bushes. She had nothing to drink, and was given no
chance to go to the toilet. She was also
unable to ask. At the end of the
journey, she was in agony trying to hold it in.
Joe realised this and said, "If you need to go, then
go." She looked at him ... he
stared back ... she realised he meant, she must wet herself. What kind of pervert was he? She tried to hold on.
They
were way out in the country. It was
night, but, being summer, it was not quite dark yet. She could see the house and some
outbuildings. Joe led her to one of the
outbuildings. It smelled of horses. She could hear one or two horses moving about. Joe opened the door to an empty stall and
pushed her in. He took out the knife he
had pricked her cheek with and cut off her dress, bra and panties. Then he fitted a heavy metal collar around
her neck. She noticed with horror that
it was fastened to the wall: she was a prisoner here. Joe began to play with her nipples ... very
gently. Then he sucked on them. Despite herself, she was beginning to enjoy
Joe’s attentions, and her nipples began to grow. Joe licked on them some more. Then he stopped. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her left
nipple. Then in her
right. Joe had pierced them both
and was pushing a gold ring through each.
At this point she lost control of herself and urinated on the
floor. In pain and humiliated, she tried
to pull away, but her collar restrained her.
Her nipples throbbed and the weight of the rings was making the pain
worse. Joe didn't stop there,
either. He quickly pierced the hood of
her clitoris and put a ring in there too.
The next thing he did filled her with horror. He produced a small soldering iron. She was
frightened beyond words - not that she was able to utter any, but all he did
was solder the joins of the gold rings so they could not be opened again. She felt the heat of the iron near her skin,
but he did not touch her with it.
At
least, not with the soldering iron, and not until he had finished soldering the
three rings he had put on her. After
that, he turned her round so he could see her buttocks. He picked up another red hot iron and placed
it firmly on her skin. It hissed. The air smelled of burning meat. The most dreadful pain moved up her body as
the branding iron burned into her flesh.
Then he took the iron away. She
passed out, almost garrotting herself on the heavy metal collar.
Joe
undid the collar and put her limp body on the ground. He carefully cleaned all her wounds and
applied a linament to the burn to keep it clean. He admired the brand mark: a linked J and R
(for Joe's Ranch) and a pony's head. It
was still clear, but as it healed, it would swell up and blister for a
while. He undid the handcuffs took out
her gag, but hobbled her ankles and put a new collar around her neck. Then he threw a rough smelly blanket over her
and left, locking the door behind him.
When
she came too, it was very early morning.
The horses next door were moving about and that was what made her to
remember what had happened the day before.
Then the pain of her brand made itself felt. She twisted her body to see the raw
blistering mess on her left buttock, and could just make out the design. Then she remembered the rings. She felt her breasts. They were too sore to touch, so was her
pussy. She sat where she was, leaning
away from her left buttock, and sobbed.
Eventually,
she heard the sound of someone coming in.
It was a girl. She was average
height, plain, but not unattractive. Quite slim and obviously healthy, having lived an outdoor life. Bur a hard look in her eyes. Her eyes were green. Her hair was a light brown - and grown to
shoulder length - and she wore it pulled back into a pony tail.
She
looked at the newcomer warily. "Who
are you? What's happened to me? Where am I?" The newcomer did not answer, but came over to
her and started to look at her wounds.
Frightened, she tried to keep the newcomer away, but she received a
sharp whack with a riding crop across her face.
The pain felt like it had cut into her cheek deeply: she was worried she
would be scarred for life.
The
newcomer understood. "That'll be
gone in a while," she said. "But you must let me look at your rings
and your brand." She began to
examine the scar made by the branding iron.
"That will get worse before it gets better, but it will heal nicely
if you let it." She looked at the
rings. The flesh was swollen around
them. "They'll heal up too,"
she smiled "I'm Jane, by the way."
"Are
you a doctor?"
"No!"
laughed Jane, "I'm the stable girl.
I'm here to look after you and to clean your stall out."
"My stall? - What do
you mean, My stall?"
"This
is where you'll live, from now on." Jane replied
"But
stables are for horses!" she cried.
"Why am I being kept in a stable?"
"Because,"
said Jane, "You have now become a pony."
Author’s note: If you are enjoying this story, please drop a
line to thisyouwildo@yahoo.co.uk
and suggest what direction to take it in next.
Also, a pony name for the girl is
needed. Any ideas?
JB
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