CAUTION: This story is nothing like my usual tale of mutual sexual pleasure among happily consenting adults. It is the story of the abuse of an innocent young woman by her cruel abductors and, if this kind of thing bothers you, you are perfectly normal, but might be well advised to read no further.
On Monday morning, Cynthia and Melissa Raleigh reclined on the artificial turf behind their stable, stroking each other and watching their newest ponygirl acquisition being put through her paces. "Blonde Vixen" was the official name she had been given but, between themselves, the sisters had started calling her Big Tits, reflecting the most visible of her many outstanding physical features.
The girl's given name was Sarah Parker, but neither of her new owners knew that or cared about it, or any other personal detail about the newest member of their stable. They were only interested in her for two reasons. One was entering her in the parades and shows that were held monthly involving themselves and other ponygirl fanciers in Devon. The other, and more important reason, would be indulging themselves with her lush body after their minions had stripped their sexy chattel bare and chained her to the large, specially-made bed the two sisters shared. Those had been their motivations when they had attended the ponygirl auction on Saturday and outbid the other families who owned stables.
"I think we made a really good buy," the platinum-haired Melissa said as she caressed her sister's rather skinny ass.
"I'm certain we did," the younger, red-haired Cynthia replied as she squirmed happily under her sister's ministrations.
Both the Raleigh sisters were in their mid-twenties, and had been strictly lesbians for the last ten years or more. They shared the same king-sized bed, and enjoyed a bit of fondling each other, but never went any further than that. For one thing, it wouldn't have been proper and, for a more important reason, they were not sexually attracted to each other. They were both fashionably thin, in common with most of the other young female aristocrats of rural Devon, but preferred sex with plump, bosomy girls with long, blonde hair, such as Big Tits.
Sarah Parker knew that was her name, and she recalled her childhood in rural England, but not much else after moving to London to seek her fortune a few days after her eighteenth birthday. Her last clear memory was going into a pub and ordering and starting to drink a glass of wine. After that, things were a blurry turmoil of abuse, drugging, rape, and some incidents her brain refused to recall, culminating in her appearing naked with some other young women, equally lacking in clothing, on a platform in a dingy cellar, where some groups of people seemed to be inspecting her body and bidding for her.
After some kind of business transaction was apparently resolved, she had been drugged again, and this time she regained her consciousness, still naked, lying on the floor of a dark room with her hands manacled behind her back. Her mind was still quite muddled, as a result of the drugs and everything else that had been done to her, but she was beginning to discern some details of what had happened and would happen and what she was expected to do, and she didn't like any of it.
From that room, she had been taken to a lighted area in a building that reminded her of the horse stables she had played in as a little girl. Sarah had been informed by one of her captors that she was a ponygirl, and her name from that time forward was to be Blonde Vixen. He also told her she had better learn her place and do as she was told. Those orders had been emphasized when he stepped away from her and slashed her bare thigh, but not very hard, with the whip he had taken from the wall of the stable-like building. She knew it was just a warning, and the wielder of that whip could have used it with much more force, and he would if there was any disobedience or demonstration of insubordination on her part.
After that, while having her pussy and breasts and ass fondled by that man and another, she was dressed in a strange costume consisting of leather boots that were laced up to the middles of her thighs and ended in black and yellow shoes with high heels. The shoes were extremely heavy and, when she placed her foot on the cement floor, she realized the soles were covered with metal, like horseshoes. Except for some leather straps that held up the boots and seemed to be parts of a harness, that was the only covering she wore, and all her private parts were fully exposed.
In addition to the boots, she wore a leather collar with a strong tether which, after being attached, was used after that to lead her about. A hard leather cylinder had been forced between her teeth and held in place by straps that were buckled behind her head. The hapless young woman realized it was a bit, similar to those worn by horses she had seen as a child, although it was not connected to any reins or anything else. As the captive ponygirl she was being transformed into, she was being treated more like a pony and less like a girl. Once her outfitting was complete, she had been led outside onto a grassy area, and the other end of the tether had been attached to a strange metal device.
It resembled the spokes of a huge wheel, but there was no rim. Her tether had been secured to the end of one of the spokes which extended above her head, and one of the men who had outfitted her and taken so many sexual liberties explained what she, as a new ponygirl, would have to do to avoid whippings and other punishments.
