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A Ponygirl Story

Part 1

A Ponygirl Story

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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