Chapter One- Dreaming of Horses

 

Wendi ran, not sure of the direction, other than maybe they told the truth when they said there was a road toward the north. The new cowboy boots hurt her feet, but that was the least of her worries. She could see two other runners to her right trying to make the dash to freedom and wondered if she should try a different route through the bushes. The ground was easy to run on with sandy soil, patches of grass and a scattering of determined bushes.

She puffed, recalling when she applied to spend two weeks at a dude ranch with her friend, Mandy. She didn't think it was odd when they called her to confirm a few personal details, but now she knew they were looking for the right candidates. The location of the ranch was also a mystery, vague in details, but the ranch supplied a bus to pick them from the airport. It made a stop at a hotel to pick up two more women and roared down a confusing series of roads.

Wendi chatted with Mandy and other women, not bothering to watch out of the curtained windows and was lost after the hour ride. The first night at the big ranch house was comfortable, the food was good, and she didn't suspect anything was amiss. In the morning, the hard facts came to light. After breakfast they were gathered around in the living room where a few cowboys and cowgirls stood in front of them, introducing themselves by their first names. Then an older woman brought in a naked woman.

Not quite naked, for she wore a collar, a bridle with feathers attached, blinders, a bit in her mouth, leather straps around her body and small bells attached to her nipples. The leather straps, adorned with chrome rivets, went between her legs. Reins were attached to her bridle bit. Her feet were enclosed in a type of hoof that forced her to stand on her toes like a stiletto. She pranced into the room, looking proud and obedient.

The old woman announced, "This is a pony girl, and what we hope to train you to be just like her."

Several of the women began to raise objections. Wendi thought the pony girl looked exotic and became torn between fascination and the need to get away.

The woman raised her hand to stop the group from speaking. "You'll be given a chance to escape. A one hour head start. If you can reach the north road before we can catch you, you'll be allowed to go home. Otherwise it'll be pony training for your stay here." She looked at her watch. "The time starts now."

Wendi ran with the others. She was in better shape than most, although her medium sized breasts didn't like the containment of her bra and threatened to jump out. She moved ahead of most of the five other women and slowed down. I've got to pace myself. Steady progress and keep my mind alert for when they start to chase.

***

The field seemed to go on forever and Wendi's feet were complaining as she pushed on. She looked to her right, watching as two other women turned to head in her direction. Wendi was puzzled until she saw a horse and rider chasing after them. After the women turned, she saw a second horse rider appeared. Wendi looked up and saw a stand of trees ahead and what looked like the gray band of an asphalt road. She increased her speed, ignoring the pain in her feet and legs.

Wendi kept switching her vision from ahead to the two women being herded toward her. She wished the two women weren't so close, that they would turn away. But one horse and rider had taken away the north escape while the second rider gained behind them. The second horse rider was close enough that Wendi could see the long dark hair of rider. The woman began to swing a rope above her head and let it sail. Her aim was true and the rope's lasso sailed over the first woman, pulled tight, and caused the runner to fall. The rider jumped off her horse and ran to the fallen woman.

Wendi drifted to left, trying to move away from the other horse with a male rider. She looked back to where the first woman had been captured, and saw she laid on her stomach hogtied, her hands pulled back to her ankles. The male rider was almost in front of her and she forced to change direction. Wendi turned around and tried to get behind the horse, but found the other escapee was only a few feet away from her.

Wendi twisted back and caught a glimpse of a rope sailing above her head. It dropped around her, tugged tight, and pulled her off her feet. She landed on the ground, and after a moment of disorientation, tried to get up. She struggled to remove the rope as she rose to her knees.

"No so fast, filly." The cowgirl pushed her down on her back, lifted her feet and circled a rope around them.

Wendi recognized the cowgirl as being introduced as Andrea back at the ranch house. She tried again to sit up, but Andrea, although not much bigger than she was, pushed her on the chest and flattened Wendi on the ground. She grabbed the middle of Wendi's shirt and pulled it apart, sending buttons flying. The cowgirl pulled the shirt up and over Wendi's arms, removing it. She reached to grab the centre of Wendi's bra and yanked it, breaking the strap and yanked it off.

"On your stomach, filly." Andrea grabbed her tied feet and twisted, causing Wendi to roll over.

Wendi grunted as the cowgirl sat on her back, not resisting as her arms were pulled behind her back and tied. A hard rubber gag bit was pushed into her mouth with straps tied behind her head.

"Okay, let's get you on your back."

Wendi was rolled over again and could only watch as her feet were untied and her boots pulled off. Andrea worked at Wendi's belt and buttons on her jeans, pulling them down and off. Her panties came off next and Wendi found herself naked on the ground.

Andrea helped her stand up. "Legs apart." She gave her a slap on her ass for good measure.

Wendi complied, watching as Andrea looped a long, thick rope around her waist and passed the long end between her legs from her back. She pushed the rope into her vagina and hooked it underneath the waist rope, pulling it tight.

Wendi gasped.

"Easy, filly. Everything is going just fine." She slapped Wendi on her ass again and took the loose end of the rope to lead her where the others waited. The other two runners were already naked with crotch ropes attached and held by a cowboy who Wendi recognized as Duleep.

The cowboy tipped his hat at Andrea. "Nice work, missy. Now let's get these strays back to the ranch. You want to lead them?" Duleep attached the loose end of one runner's rope to Wendi's wrists, while Andrea tied Wendi's to a skinny redhead in front of her.

"I'd like that." She took the skinny redhead's rope and tied it to her saddle's horn.

There wasn't much Wendi could do. She watched as the clothes she had worn were stuffed in a green garbage bag which Duleep carried back to his horse. A minute later, Wendi followed the redhead as Andrea led the way, her horse walking next to Duleep's. Wendi found walking barefoot on the ground was actually easier than running in new cowboy boots and wasn't hard to keep up. She didn't try to speak with the bit in her mouth and found she was drooling a bit.

A half hour passed, and they stopped. Andrea slipped off her horse and carried a big plastic bottle of water. "You fillies can sit for a ten-minute rest. Tougher terrain coming up with some climbing."

Wendi and the other women lowered themselves to the ground. A minute later Andrea stood in front of her, holding the open bottle of water.

"Tilt your head back. I'll pour some water into your mouth." She brushed back Wendi's hair from her face.

Wendi realized she was thirsty and gulped down the steady trickle of water. Some of it splashed down to her chin and chest, but she managed to get her fill.

"Good girl. You're going to need to keep up your strength." She cupped her breast. "Very nice. I think you might make a good show pony." Her fingers rubbed her nipple before she stood. "I'm going to enjoy training you."

Duleep, who had a western drawl instead of an expected East Indian accent, announced, "Time to roll. We have a way to go and won't be stopping 'til we get to the ranch."

Wendi followed the footsteps of the redhead, watching for sharp rocks and uneven ground. She could hear the girl behind her, a tall, heavier than average brunette pant. Wendi was surprised at her own calmness. Being trained as a pony girl was nothing she expected ever to happen, but she was intrigued by the show pony girl. She looked exotic and not unhappy about her predicament.

It's not like I've a choice in this. They'll have their way with me whether I agree or not. I just wish that damn rope between my legs wasn't making me horny. The redhead's ass in front of me is starting to look good.

The ranch at last came into sight, and they stopped just short of one of the three stables. Wendi's rope was removed from the redhead and she was led by Andrea to one of the eight stalls, a seven by four foot enclosure. Two sides were shoulder height, allowing the other stalls to be seen. The back wall held various items, including a leather harness, a bridle and a tail attached to a butt plug. The wall also held a four-inch deep pan of water on a shelf and a metal bowl. A metal pail sitting on the straw-covered floor completed the decor.

Andrea spoke as she removed the rope from her wrists. "This is your home for two weeks. You'll be treated and trained as a pony girl in that time. Even when your bit is removed, you may not speak. You can make an approximation of horse sounds, but speaking will result in punishment. Severe punishment."

Wendi rubbed her wrists as Andrea produced two black leather mitts. They didn't have a thumb, but had a large metal ring at the front which joined them together.

"Hand inside." Andrea opened one mitt.

Wendi pushed her hand inside and Andrea secured the mitt on her hand with the straps on the wrist by a set of buckles and did the same for the other hand. The crotch rope was secured to a hook on a post at the front of the stall.

"Okay, that should keep you secure until we tend to the others. I'll be back to scrub and feed you." She gave Wendi a couple more slaps on the ass. "Good girl."

Wendi stood more or less in one spot. The crotch rope tugged at her if she moved, but she tried to relax the best she could. She looked around at the back wall, seeing the various pieces of equipment. I don't mind the look of the harness, although it looks like it has a crotch strap. But that ponytail with the butt plug doesn't look like fun.

Andrea returned, removing the crotch rope, but slipped another rope around Wendi's neck, leading her out of the stall and to back of the stable. She saw Duleep lead the redhead in the same direction where two stalls were on a raised concrete pad with a drain in the middle. Wendi was placed in one stall where a chain with a large hook was slipped inside the ring of her mitts.

Andrea cranked a wheel, and the chain lifted Wendi until her arms were stretched. Then she was hit by a spray of warm water from above. As the water poured down, Andrea used a brush attached to a broom stick to scrub at her skin. Occasionally Andrea added a liquid soap to the brush as she worked over her body. The brush was soft, but still left her skin pink. The water continued to pour down as Andrea added shampoo to her hair, working in the lather. A minute later the water was shut off.

"Good girl, good girl. You're nice and clean now." She draped a towel over her shoulders. "We have more work to do." She held up a razor and a can of shaving cream.

Wendi wanted to show her displeasure of this latest humiliation, but there wasn't anything she could do. She stared ahead as Andrea removed the last of her pubic hair.

"There, that's better. We'll shave your legs when they need it too." She walked behind Wendi with a hairbrush. "Let's fix that mane of yours."

Andrea worked the towel and brush through her hair, eventually satisfied with the result. She smacked Wendi on the ass several times with the hairbrush.

"I just couldn't resist that." Andrea lowered the chain and released the mitts from the hook, taking her back to her stall. She removed the rope from around her neck after joining the mitts together behind her back.

A metal bowl on the shelf contained cut up fruit, bread sticks and cheese.

Andrea removed the bit and the crotch rope. "Remember, no speaking. Eat as much as you want. We can bring you more. The water pan automatically fills up, so you have lots of water. Do your business in the pail. You may stand or lie on the floor if you get tired. Later, I'll take you for your walk."

She closed the gate to the stall. "Please don't even think of trying to run away. We'll catch you and the whipping will be harsh."

She left Wendi, naked and alone in the stall. One of the stalls next to her was empty, but the other had a tall oriental girl. The girl gave her a smile and walked over to the wall separating them.

"I'm Tam," she whispered.

"Wendi."

"You're a newbie. Don't be worried, they aren't cruel. You may get whipped a couple of times, but it isn't as bad as it sounds. There's a tattoo you'll get." She moved away from the side and showed Wendi her ass with a tattoo of a horseshoe with the top half of a nude woman wearing a bridle in the centre.

She returned to the side to whisper. "It's their brand. I kind of like it, but I like tattoos anyway."

"Thanks for the info. I need to eat. I'm starving."

Wendi had to eat by using only her mouth, but filled her stomach. The water pan made her hair wet, and she was annoyed at trying to pee in the bucket. After she had eaten, she realized she was tired and tried to find a comfortable position on the straw-covered wood floor.

***

Wendi woke to sound of her stall gate being opened. She looked up as Andrea walked past her to the back wall to pick up the bridle.

"Come on, it's time for your walk." She slipped the bridle on Wendi after she stood.

The bit was hard rubber that curved inward, forcing her tongue down. Leather straps went around her head and chin and behind her head. Other pieces of leather went around her forehead and held blinders. A set of reins completed the bridle. Andrea added the crotch rope again, but this time without a loose end.

"There, this is what you'll wear most of the time. This set can also be decorated with feathers for show time. Today, I just want you to stretch your legs. Tomorrow you'll learn how to walk properly." She made a clicking noise with her tongue and led Wendi out of the stable.

"Oh, look at the ponies pulling a cart. See how their legs go up? That's what you'll learn to do as well." She pointed inside a corral contained by a white painted fence.

Wendi watched two pony girls prance as they pulled a man in a two-wheel cart. Occasionally he snapped out a whip, and they followed his commands as the cart turned inside the corral.

"Come, this is the stable where we keep the veteran pony girls. These are pony girls that have returned to us for additional training, or just to have fun. We also keep pony boys here, if we have any. Currently, we have only one. He's causing us a bit of trouble, but that's part of our job is to subdue these horses. Stallions can be more difficult. We keep them with the experienced pony girls as they will help show him how things are to be done."

Wendi looked around the stable. The pony girls inside looked relaxed in their stalls. Wendi noted the stalls were larger and the bridal gear and other items looked more elaborate than her own. At the last stall was the pony boy and Wendi felt sorry for him. Andrea identified him as Angelo. The tall, olive skinned male was secured by a rope in the centre of his stall. His arms were bound behind him and his legs spread apart by a rope at his ankles and thighs. Rope at his shoulders pulled at him to the sides of the stall. His hairless skin showed red whip marks. A thick, black bit prevented from making anything more than a gurgling sound. Wendi's attention was drawn to his genitals. A thick chrome ring pushed his balls down in his sack, making it appeared red and large. An attached leather ring went around his penis, joined by a metal rod to a second leather ring just behind the head. The forced position looked painful, and the penis also looked swollen.

"He'll get used to it. He's already better behaved. We like to show off our stallion's cock and balls. To do that as they run, we need to get them to get used to support devices so they don't hurt themselves." Andrea stepped inside the stall and stroked his penis. "Oh, yes. It's warm and I can feel it responding to me."

Andrea returned to Wendi. "If he's good, we'll let one of the pony girls service him. Sex is a good reward."

As they left, Wendi looked at his eyes. He didn't look defiant, just tired and annoyed. They proceeded to the ranch house, where they used the back entrance to enter a small medical room.

"If you ever get sick, or hurt, we can treat you here. Now, I want you to lie down on the table. We're going to give you a tattoo. It may hurt a bit, but it's something all ponies get."

Wendi climbed on the table. She hadn't had a tattoo before but had heard it hurt. She didn't bother to turn around as she heard a man enter the room. A cool swipe of disinfectant indicated he was about to start. She ignored the idle chatter and waited as the tattoo was applied. She felt Andrea occasionally rest a hand on her leg and back, stroking her skin. She admitted the contact felt nice.

Being naked, crotch rope, touched and fondled has made me horny. Dammit, how am I supposed to make it through the training feeling like this? With these mitts, I can't even touch myself.

"Okay, all done. Just leave that patch on for a few days." Wendi heard the man's voice and began to slide off the table.

Andrea smiled at her. "You were a good girl. Come on, let's take you for a walk around the corral and then it's time for you to rest."

Andrea walked Wendi around the corral as the sun began to set. She eventually led her back to her stall and removed the bridle and crotch rope.

"Okay, no talking." She cupped Wendi's breast, her fingers pinching the nipple that became erect. "Oh, does the other react as well?"

Wendi took in a deep breath as Andrea caused both nipples to stand rigid and continued to massage the breasts around in a circle.

"I think you like this." She took a step back. "Maybe another time I'll take you for a real ride." She closed the stall door and walked away.

The stable was dark, with the only light coming from two dimly lit bulbs at either end of the building. The evening was quiet, except for the chipping of insects and the hum of the overhead heater.

"Hey."

Wendi reacted to the whisper from Tam.

"Hi. How did it go?"

"I got a tour and a tattoo."

"Not so bad, is it? I saw her fondle you. She does that to the ponies. She likes to get them aroused. But I've heard her and one of the cowboys screw in here, so maybe she's into anything with legs."

"Yeah, maybe."

"Do you like women?"

"I prefer men."

"Me too, but there aren't many options here. The stallion is reserved for the experienced pony girls. They get to blow him or whatever he wants. The cowboys sometimes come in here and use one of us, but that ain't much fun. Just a quick fuck or blowjob. So there are only other pony girls for company." Tam leaned forward touching her cheek to Wendi's.

Wendi wasn't sure how to respond at first and moved her head forward and back alongside Tam's cheek. Tam pressed against her and they switched cheeks to rub against. Tam kissed Wendi's ear, licked it and worked her way down her neck.

Wendi took a deep breath and tilted her head back. She felt a series of small bites along her skin as Tam made her way to her other ear. She gave a gentle bite on her ear lobe and turned her head to run her tongue on Wendi's jaw.

Wendi dropped her head to kiss her, feeling her stiff nipples press against the wood boards of the stall. The kiss was open mouth and long. When they broke apart Wendi felt breathless.

Tam took a gulp of air. "I hope they'll let us play together later." She smiled. "Maybe you should get some rest. They'll be here at sunrise for us."

Wendi nodded and found a spot on the floor. She felt the wetness between her legs and wondered how she could fall asleep. But the day had sapped her strength, and she fell into sleep of dreams of working at Boyd Technologies.

 

 

Chapter Two- Training Day

 

Andrea woke Wendi up by pounding on the gate to her stall. Wendi slowly got to her feet.

"I'll be back in a minute to harness you up." She disappeared and Wendi took the opportunity to use the pail and get a drink of water.

Andrea returned, opening the gate.

Wendi saw Andrea was wearing cowgirl garb of a red and white checkered shirt, tight blue jeans, a cowboy hat and cowboy boots. She was pleased to see they didn't have spurs attached.

"Easy girl, easy." Andrea approached Wendi. She extended a hand and stroked her on the head and shoulders. "Just relax. We're going to put on your bridle and then the harness."

Wendi watched as Andrea put on her bridle and attached the reins to the hook by the gate. Next, black leather cuffs were attached to her ankles and locked with a small padlock. A chain was attached between the two cuffs.

Andrea held up the harness. "I have to hobble you the first time we put on the harness. Some ponies fight it and I rather not be kicked."

The harness comprised several wide straps that buckled at her back. One strap went under her breasts while a second pressed above, squeezing them together. It wasn't uncomfortable, feeling like oddly formed bra. Andrea left a strap hanging loose between her legs and returned with a collar. Like the harness, it was made of black leather but sported a large chrome ring in the centre. It was also thick and wide and restricted her head movements to the side and up and down.

"How's it goin'?" Duleep tipped his hat at Andrea as he stood by the stall's gate.

Andrea gave him a smile. "Good, just going slow on the new filly." She rested a hand on Wendi's buttock.

"Now, I'll be watching you real close, makin' sure you train her right. If you make any mistakes, well, I just may have to do some corrective measures myself. You catch my drift?"

"I do, Master Duleep, I do."

"Later." He tipped his hat again and left, his boots making a hollow sound on the floor.

"Oh, I do look forward to your corrective measure." Andrea spoke in a low voice.

Wendi heard her walk back to the back wall and turned to see what she was getting. The damn tail. She watched as Andrea put a lubricant on the end and approached her.

"Okay filly. Spread your legs and lean forward."

Wendi did the opposite, tightening up her buttocks and trying to turn away from her.

"That won't do." Andrea returned to the rear wall and took a whip coiled over a nail. "Lesson one. Obey your trainer."

Wendi felt the sting of the whip and tried to crowd the corner of her stall. Multiple hits on her legs, stomach and breasts forced her to turn away.

"Bend over and spread your legs." Andrea snapped the whip as she spoke.

Wendi whimpered and spread her legs, bending over as much as the reins would let her. There was a final strike of the whip on her ass and she heard Andrea approach.

"I wish you didn't make me do that. You were a bad, bad girl."

Wendi felt the cold lubricant touch her skin, and slowly the butt plug was inserted inside her. She gasped through the bit and tried to get use the sensation.

"Good girl. Just stay that way as I do up the crotch strap."

The leather strap forced its way into her clitoris and between her cheeks. She assumed it split in half because she felt it go on either side of her tail and secured to the harness at the back. Wendi moaned as sensations of pain, discomfort and pleasure swept through her.

"Stand up straight. Be a proud pony."

Wendi's elbows were pulled together, help to force her back straight and also pushing out her breasts. Her hair was pulled back tight into a ponytail with several hair clips added to hold it into a long cord. She was turned around and nipple clips with small bells were attached.

"Oh, don't you look so pretty?" Andrea stroked her face. "Very nice." She unhooked the reins, removed the chain between her ankle cuffs and gave Wendi a slap with a riding crop on her ass. "Let's go for a walk."

Wendi walked alongside of Andrea, not enjoying the feeling of the tail. The rest of the harness, along with the nipple clips, was actually making her feel more aroused.

"Walk like a lady." Andrea used the riding crop to slap at the back of Wendi's thighs. "One foot in front of the other. Let that tail sway a bit."

Wendi complied. There's no point in fighting her on this. I wonder how I look. I can't even lower my head to see my boobs that feel a size bigger. It sure feels weird walking with a tail jammed up my ass.