The day had been long for her. After the initial beating, however, she had not been struck again. The fourth strike of the horrid paddle had taught her the value of obedience and submission. She tried to be the perfect slavegirl after that in order to avoid more of the harsh, painful treatment.
She did not give up hope, although she tried to present the appearance of complete surrender. While she surrendered her body to the manipulation and schemes of her young torturers, she held onto her mind and soul. She vowed that those would ultimately rescue her body from the clutches of her captors.
After beating her into submission, the twins wrapped her in strands of leather that they called a harness. They tightened the straps until they were satisfied and it took every ounce of determination not to cry out when her full breasts were squeezed tightly at the base by her bindings. The metal bar was placed in her mouth and then the straps attached to it were tightened behind her head. Her arms were trapped behind her and more straps were tightened until she felt her elbows touching, causing her shoulders to ache terribly. But she didn't cry out. She didn't even cry as she felt the huge plug being forced into her rectum. But she wanted to cry. It hurt terribly.
It wasn't until she was led outside of the barn and put into the corral that tears started to flow down her cheeks. Here she was a fully grown woman being trotted in circles around a corral that had been built for animals.
She listened to their commands and obeyed them instantly. She raised her knees high and ‘pranced' when they told her to prance. She moved her bare feet quickly over the ground and ran when they told her to gallop. She stopped when they told her to stop. She vowed to do everything she could to avoid being beaten again.
She tried to formulate a plan. She had to escape the clutches of these two terrors. At one point the day before, her plan had been to endure until Aunt Jane came home. Now she knew that she could not wait that long. She could not live like this for another day, let alone another week.
She had been dirty and sweaty when her training in the corral ended. The girls took her to the outdoor shower and stripped, repeating their cleansing of her from the day before. Again, she received an unwanted orgasm. She was abhorred at how wet she was but Linny had gloated as she held up a glistening finger that had just been thrust into her, showing her how aroused she was. It just wasn't right! Why was her body betraying her so badly?
She decided that she would be the perfect submissive. She would be the perfect pony. She would be the perfect sex toy. And she would be free of their insanity when the first opportunity presented itself.
Chapter 10
The days dragged on. Faith endured humiliation after humiliation as the twins continued to mold her into a human pony. Each day, she was strapped into a different harness and she wondered how they came to own so many. Some, like the one on the first day, were plain. Others, like the one she wore today, were highly decorative with tooled leather and rhinestones.
Each day, she was trained. For the first few days, she never left the corral. They taught her all of her paces and she learned to walk, trot, canter and gallop to their satisfaction. She learned to stop and pose. She learned to display herself for inspection, which she found to be highly humiliating.
Each day brought multiple orgasms. The girls had not beaten her again. They did use the riding crop occasionally to correct her but that was child's play compared to the horrid paddle that she had been beaten with originally. Instead of relying on punishment to mold their new pony, the twins focused on rewarding her for good behavior. Whenever she mastered a new pace or pose, they would use their fingers or tongues to bring her to climax.
This was a new side to her. Faith had never had sex before. She had never even dated a guy beyond going to an occasional movie. She had masturbated a few times but felt unfulfilled by the experience. And she had kissed and petted with other girls when she was younger. She viewed that as a rite of passage for young girls to explore and experiment and never saw it as anything sexual. Now she found herself receiving five or six earth shattering orgasms a day. What was worse was that she realized that she was behaving differently in order to achieve her rewards. She was being the best slavegirl she could be.
Each night, she was bound again with her wrists held securely behind her back and then locked into her stall. She never had a chance to escape. She had either been locked up or bound or both since that day she had been mucking the stall.
The girls seemed to delight in their slavegirl's body. When they were not training her, they would frequently bind her to a post or over a rail. Then they would explore her body. Cinny was most fascinated with the full round breasts while Linny seemed obsessed with her sex and bottom. It was Linny who discovered that Faith was still a virgin. This started a discussion about what to do about it; a discussion that did not include any input from Faith. After all, she was just a pony and what could a pony say that would matter to anyone?
"I think we should break it," said Cinny, "or take it or pop it or whatever the right way to say it is."
"No, we should leave it intact," argued Linny. "Do you realize how rare an eighteen year old virgin is?"
They debated and bickered for twenty minutes as Faith remained bound upright and spread eagle in the middle of the barn. In the end, Linny won the debate. They would leave Faith's hymen intact for now.
It seemed like months had passed since her captivity started but Faith realized that it had probably only been a week. The arduous days and the mind numbing practicing of her paces had simply caused her to lose track of time. She lived from meal to meal and orgasm to orgasm.
Eventually, the girls decided that she had learned her paces and they pulled out the cart. It had been stored in the back of the barn and Faith had not noticed it before. It was smaller than the carts that she had seen before and she was puzzled by it. When she was attached to it, she found that it was perfectly designed to fit a human to pull it. Why would someone have a cart this size, she wondered. Then she felt a chill rush through her. She was not the first girl to be held captive and trained to be a pony! That's why they had all of the harnesses and this cart. But what had happened to the others? And what did that mean about what would happen to her?
Linny adjusted the harness as Faith stood between the rails with the rails attached to her harness. Linny grasped each breast and tugged on them before tightening the straps further, causing her beautiful orbs to bulge out even more. Then Faith received a new indignity. Linny produced two bells with clamps on them. After flicking each of Faith's nipples to stiffen them, Linny opened the jaws of the clamps and let them bite into the sensitive nubs. Faith felt pain surge through her bound breasts and grunted around her bit.
"Such a pretty pony," commented Linny as she flicked each of the bells, causing them to tinkle. "And now we have a musical pony."
Both girls climbed into the cab and then Cinny picked up the reins. She snapped them once and made a clicking sound with her tongue. "Giddy up, pretty pony."
Faith started forward, slowly at first. The girls praised her but urged her faster and faster. Soon, she was trotting and pulling the cart around the property. Cinny tugged on one rein and then the other, guiding the beautiful girl. Linny just sat back and enjoyed the view. Faith's firm ass was poetry in motion as the muscles strained and moved with each step. The girls had tied Faith's hair into a ponytail that seemed to spurt from the top of her head and the auburn hair billowed out behind her like an undulating fan.