V
The next day passed like any of the others, with one small addition: Coppers mind was now showing the first real signs of the psychotropic drug kicking in. Of course she had no idea about what was happening to her. She gobbled up the small cubes of sugar every time I offered her one. They were special treats to her, since apart from those she got the same cooked veggies and protein powder, day after day.
In the morning, as I entered her stall, she was just lying there in the
hay with her arms in the boxtie and her ankles cuffed, and she was gagged and hooded like I had left her. She
was still asleep, snoring lightly. When I woke her up, she grumbled audibly, like a teenager who is forced to get out of bed too early. It made me laugh. And I was especially impressed when, as I re-configured her arm bondage from the boxtie to the monoglove, she actually made all the right movements. She was helping me, so that we would get over with the routine of harnessing withut too much fuss.
What a good pony.
When I took the hood off and put the bridle on her, I noticed that her eyes were starting to look more glassy. As I trained her outside, her reactions to my commands improved remarkably. The whole day I had the feeling that her despair might soon turn into the kind of laconic endurance that a ponygirl needed to possess.
It was not all roses and sunshine of course. She was very newly in my possession, her old life was still present and she surely kept the hope up that she would be found and rescued. The drug was only slowly taking hold of her. In the afternoon, she acted up as I made her trot across one of the paths through the wood. She had heard a car somewhere in the far distance, and suddenly she was old, stubborn Laura Kruger again.
When we returned to the stable, she was covered n fresh welts and bruises on her ass and thighs. I was disappointed by my own naivité. I had expected too much progress too soon.
So I was in this divided state of mind when I locked her in her stall for the night, and I was still pondering my options when, in the morning, the bell signaled that someone was at the front gate.
It was Hannah, punctual like a clockwork. She was clad in everyday-clothing: A pair of jeans and a pullover, a vest and black Doc Martens. She was a bit paler then I would have expected, maybe because she hadn't slept well that night.
"I did what you wanted me to do, and they bought the story. They made me show them exactly where I had found the map. It rained at night, so they could not tell how long the map had already been beneath the bushes." She grinned. What a girl, my niece! She had no idea what I had done to her schoolmate, and she seemed not a bit worried about her. There was only mischievous joy in her eyes, and pride about having succesfully fucked with a few authority figures.
"That was good work", I nodded. "And I can show her to you, if you still want that. But Hannah..."
"I am not going to rat you out Uncle! You can trust me. Jeeesus, why does everybody treat me like I'm still a child?"
I scratched my chin, frowning. "You don't get it, Hannah. I know that I can trust you. You are not the type who runs to the cops. But once you are involved, this could ruin your life. For me it is,... how do I call it best? It's an experiment. A kink, a sport, a thrill I missed for a long time. I was so fucking bored the past year. This is just what I was looking for." I smirked. "But you are young and you have your life ahead of you. If this is discovered, it's gonna be a major scandal. No elite college for you anymore, no country club membership, no adoring followers. Even if you don't go to prison, this will cling to you for the rest of your life."
She considered what I had said. The girly demeanour disappeared and she looked focussed, sharp and hard as a diamond.
"I hate all those false assholes. All those people who think they have the moral high ground, and who want to tell me what I got to do. Adults take stuff from others all the time, and all those oh-so civilized people trick and betray and rob each other, and destroy each others lives and feed off each other. But they got to decide where to draw the line?" She shook her head. "Just because I look cute and because I'm a girl, they treat me like I'm made of porcelain. And they expect me to be a good girl. You never cared about the rules and you always won. That's why the family is rich now. Mum sometimes speaks about that money like it's dirty, but thanks to you she drives three different cars, and thanks to the help you gave my stepdayd he has that stupid job he is so fucking proud of. "
I laughed. Yes, I really liked Hannah.
"Okay. So we will not give a fuck about any of the rules. Come with me. first First I am going to show you the camera feed."
I brought her into my workroom. Lots of speakers, lots of displays. Many, but not all showed the stable. Laura was visible on the screen.
Let me recount what my niece saw, even if I have described it before. I think it's essential to understand what the screen showed her to appreciate Hannahs reaction.
So there was this naked girl in the stable, lieing in the hay, maybe sleeping or unconscious. She was wearing a strict leather harness and her arms were wrapped into the armbinders leather, boxtied and secured to the back of her harness. Her ankles were cuffed and connected to that ring in the ground with another chain, and her feet had been turned into 'hooves' by the havy boots she was forced to wear. She was gagged and hooded, bruised and welted, captive and helpless.
Hannah stared. Just when I was startig to ask myself if I had overestimated her, she started to giggle. That was her reaction to seeing a fellow student as an enslaved animal: She giggled and snickered and then really cracked up, breaking into laughter.
It took her a minute before she managed to compose herself. Then she started asking questions. I realized that she knew a lot about ponyplay. Her chats had gone in some interesting directions it seemed.
Hannah was fascinated. There was an avaricious shine in her pretty green eyes.
"I want to see her, Uncle. Can I go down there? Can I train her?"
I had thought about that, long and hard. Maybe it would be good for Coppers development to meet a second trainer. I expected Hannah to be sadistic, and I expected the experience to be quite unpleasant for Laura. But my red-haired captive had angered me, and I was frustrated. I feared that I was getting too soft on my ponygirl, and I wanted to push back against that.
So I nodded. Not only that but I pushed all reservations aside and opened a small wooden box that I had brought with me.
"I might even have a special treat for you, Hannah. See this? It was meant to be part of her equipment, but I did not yet put it to use. Do you want to try it out with her?"
Hannah recognized it immediately, and she took it, looking thrilled. "Oh my God yes, I totally do! This is awesome! That poor little cunt, oh she's going to suffer!"
She took the box, and off she went. I stayed in the workroom where I could watch and listen through the cameras and micophones.
When Hannah entered the stables she cast a glance upwards to the camera through which I was watching her. She gave me a thumbs up and started looking around. There were two empty stalls, but the third was locked, with my ponygirl inside. Hannah approached it, unlocked the door and peeked inside. From the rack in front of it she took the crop and put it on her belt.
"Oh, what's going on here?", Hannah crooned. She played the act quite well, sounding like she had just found Laura by coincidence. And it worked: Laura woke up, shuddered... lifted her head. When she realized that there was sosmone in the stable who was not me she started to shake her arms frantically while she brabbled into her gag
"Calm down, calm down! I'll help you, but you got to be cool about this. I never expected to find anyone here, in this abandoned stable building!"
Hannah was not a great actress, but my ponygirl coud not have cared less. She was absolutely excited to hear another girl's voice. She nodded and shook her arms, trying to show that she was chained up all the while she produced more manic gibberish.
Hannah grabbed the chain and pulled it suddenly, and Laura - who had at this point neary managed to stand - fell back into a kneeling position. She yelpled but did not complain much at this point.
"Shh, calm down!", Hannah said, still exceptionally cheerful. "Let me help you! First I need to get this mask of your head so that I can see your face."
She unlocked the hood and pulled it off. The two girls were face to face, staring into each others's eyes from a distance of only a few centimetres. Hannah was rosy as a peach, clean and cute, energetic and smiling. My ponyslave was wide-eyed and pale, her face moist from a night inside the hood, her hair shaved into that short mohawk, her mouth blocked by the ballgag, drool dribbling from her lower lip.
"Laura? Is that you?"
"Mrrogmmouuuugh!"
"It is you, isn't it? Laura Kruger, right? Hey, we are schoolmates. I am Hannah, do you remember me?"
"Mrrmgmoouuuugh Ough! Ough!!!"
It was all so fucking laughable. Hannah was relishing the experience, and she played with Laura in the most evil way. While Laura hoped that the girl would react shocked and free her, my niece had only mischief on her mind.
"I had no idea you were so kinky!", Hannah exclaimed, giggling. She ignored Lauras protests, the unintelligible sounds that came from her gagged mouth. "Turn around, let me see... wow! That is superstrict bondage! So impressive... oh but this is just for the nights, right?" Hannah looked around, found the rack with the armbinder and took it into her little white hands. "I think this is what you wear during the days, isn't it?"
This was a great opportunity to see how the collar worked in stress mode. Until now, Laura had only tried to speak a few times, and the collars' micro-AI had immediatelly quelled all attempts. But this time, she did not give up so easily.
gain and again she brabbled into the gag, trying to explain what was going on, that she had been forced into this situation, that she wanted out. The collar had to work overtime, and it did a remarkable job: Jolt after jolt was directed into the small muscles in her throat, making it impossible for my ponygirl to communicate in any way.
"So this is your bridle, huh? You are a pony I guess!" Hannah held the head harness in front of Lauras face, loosened the ballgag and then slipped the bridle back into the ponygirls' mouth. The face that Laura made, those wide pleading eyes, that grimace of anguish as she was ungagged, then bridled and gagged again!
Laura had to realize by now that Hannah was just mocking her. Or maybe not, I thought. It was hard to say how far gone she already was, due to the constant training, permanent bondage and the drug she received from the suger lumps I gave her as treats. Only one thing was certain: She seemed jittery, confused and more degraded than ever before since I had caught her. maybe she still hoped that Hannah would realize what was going on and would free her.
But Hannahs plans were quite different: She had by now approached Laura from behind and was trying out how the armbinder worked. She did well, because I had explained it to her in details before I had sent her into the stables. Her nimble fingers opened buckles, adjusted parts of the bondage and bit by bit replaced the restraints that Laura had worn during nighttime with the more sophisticated, heavier and tighter armbinder.
The funniest thing was how easy it all looked. I am a big man, and of course my pony had no chance to resist me when I approached her in the morning and prepared her for training. I had expected Hannah to have more trouble, since she was a little smaller than Laura. But my niece really seemed to have a knack for the work as a trainer: Whenever the ponygirl tried to pull an arm away, whenever she tried to resist or to prevent Hannah from completing another part of the bondage, Hannah quickly reacted. A slap, a pinch, a determined pull of one of the straps, and Laura was subdued again. Whimpering and groaning she could only obey and submit while her arms were wrapped in the leather, tighter even as I usually did that.
"You look so silly!", Hannah explained, laughing. "Especially with these boots! Show me how you walk in these!"
The ponygirl shuddered and tried to say no. Hannahs face changed, the smile was gone. She took the crop from the rack. She let it cut through the aitr with a swishing noise.
"I said walk!"
With tears in her eyes, Copper started to walk. I found the sight beautiful, especially because her legs were trained for it now, lean muscles working visibly in her thighs, calves and buttocks. But it seemed that Hannah did not appreciate this at all: She wanted Copper to suffer, and so she was disappointed.
"Not bad", she said with a gleam in her eyes. "You know what? I found this box outside your stall. Let's try this stuff out, what do you say?"
Copper saw what Hannah took from the box and her lips began to quiver. She tried to protest, she tried to trot away from hannah. My niece just laughed again, a little shriller than before.
The buttplug was medium-sized and had a beauitiful tail, made from red hair. It was Lauras hair of course, shaved off her head and given a new purpose in this form. Then there was the thick crotch-strap, designed to hold the buttplug inside and to dig deep into the ponygirls pussy. The inner side of the strap had a small, attachable vibrator and was designed to be especially soft, with an intended massaging effect especially on her clit. But that did not mean it would be a nice experience having to walk and work like that.
"Oh come on, don't so shy!" Hannah grinned and approach the struggling, mewling Copper. She grabbed her leash and tried to bring her into a good position to apply the buttplug. SInce the ponygirl resisted and panicked, this turned out to be harder than Hannah expected. So she jerked the leash around and planted two, three, four sharp strikes of the cane on Coppers ass. Red welts appeared almost immediately and Copper cried out in desperation and pain.
"You are the pony and I'm the trainer, remember? This is our little game, and you have to stick to the rules!", Hannah explained, her voice soft and poisonous. "You have such a beautiful little ass, Laura. I always thought that when I saw you on campus, or when I watched you during track and field. You will look supercute with this tail!"
Copper tried to protest again, and Hannah punished her with a few additional strokes. Finally, the ponygirl gave up her resistance. Hannah pressed her against the wall and spread her legs, then sit on the tip of the buttplug. She had so much fun, it was astonishing. I knew my niece was a sick puppy, but I had not expected this level of sadism.
Copper whimpered as the plug was forced into her tight little asshole. Hannah seemed very pleaed, giving the ponies' ass a playful swat before applying the crotchstrap. She made very sure it was placed expertly, adding an additional layer of bondage, control of humiliation to Coppers plight. When she was done, it was su tight that it outright disappeared between Coppers pink lips.
The butt plug started vibrating because Hannah had just activated it. A low setting. A constand reminder of her dehumanization. Even worse had to be the activation of the crotch strap: The small pad that was build into the center of the strap worked essentially like a sybian. It too was on a low setting now, but that would not really be a consolation for Copper. Most likely it was worse than the dildo itself that was now pushed deeper into her little pussy by the strap.
"Oh my God you look so absolutely degraded!", Hannah said, delighted. "How does it feel to have that thing in your ass? And that vibrating thingy on the highest setting? Oh I know, you can't answer me. Silly me! Let's take you out on the field! I can't want to make you trot and gallopp and all that!"
"Mguh... muouumh..."
"Stop it already I understand that you want to be freed. But..." Hannah let that 'but' hang in the air for some moments. "...you are such a pretty thing! Frankly, this outfit fits you perfect!" She patted Copper's head from behind and then pinched her ass. "You always wanted to be something special, didn't you? You are doing great, you are living the dream! My uncle has turned you into something very special, hasn't he?"
Copper shivered. Understanding dawned. More tears started flowing.
Hannahs face was hardening again. Some of the playfulness disappeared. her sadistic impulses were taking over more and more. She checked the crop, activated the electric component and hit Coppers back with it, this time administering a painful shock. Copper screamed and jumped forwards toward the stable door.
"Wow", Hannah said thoughtfully. "How very cool. I wouldn't want to get a load from this thing. Did it hurt much?" She sounded just interested and not even a bit sympathetic. Coppers sobs could be interpreted as affirmation that yes, this did indeed hurt a lot.
Hannah nodded. "Then just be a good pony and follow my commands, and you won't have to feel it so often." On her face I could see the truth: She wanted to use it, wanted to hurt Copper. I hesitated. Did I want that? Of course, a part of me was fascinated. I wanted to see what she would do next, and I was curious to see how Copper reacted to a new trainer. But another part of me felt bad for my pony. Did she really deserve this?
Hannah grinned as if she had just passed an initiation-rite when she looked up to my camera again. And in some way, I realized, she had indeed just initialized herself. There was no empathy for the female she was torturing. The way Hannahs cheeks were flushed now.... made me as good as sure that she was aroused.
"Good pony, very good. Now come on, get going!" Hannah wiped some sweat from her forehead as she watched Copper stumble forwards.
Coppers face was beautiful to look at. The degradation, the pain and the fact that the plug was humming away inside her, the constant stimulation from the crotch strap, all this showed on her face in a mix of sensations and desperate emotions.
"Hruaaaaagh!!!" I can translate what that noise meant: You can't do that to me! I am a human! Don't you see what you are doing? Please stop and realize that you are torturing me! We are both women, so how can you enjoy this?
But she trotted forward nontheless, and that was what mattered. Her complaints, her viewpoint, her protests would never again matter in her life. All that counted was that she obeyed.
Hannah trained with Copper for more than three hours, and I had to get to a window to watch them on the grounds. I had never been as sadistic and cruel to the pony as Hannah turned out to be. She made Copper trot and run, she harnessed her to a cart and had her pull her around across the grounds. She had her dance and jump in circles and she chased her across the obstacle course three times in a row.
Copper fell to the ground several times, and each time Hannah would punish her relentlessly with the crop until she managed to get on her hooves again. The crop was used extremely often that day: Hannah punished Copper for even the smallest mistakes. This went on for hours.
At first I was fascinated. Then I started to wonder why I was allowing my spoiled niece to do it. Had I been so angry about Coppers lack of improvement? After I while I started feeling disgusted, and finally I could not take it any longer. My resentment had dissipated, and only pity for the poor creature remained. I walked outside and took the cane from Hannah's hand.
"Aw come on Uncle, can we go on a bit? She s improving!"
"She is not improving, she is completely exhausted. She needs water and rest." I took Coppers leash from Hannah as well. I patted the ponies' head reassuringly. "That was not training, Hannah. That was a torture session."
The look that Copper gave me was unbelievable: Tired, broken, utterly defeated, just a blubbering mess, she watched me with thankful eyes. She even pressed herself against me, searching for my protection. She was stinking badly, but I did not care about that at all. I just stroked her head and offered her a lump of sugar which she gladly ate from my palm.
"Oh, was it a torture session? You mean more than what you've been doing to her since you kidnapped her?" Hannah stared at me and my ponygirl in disbelief.
"We are not going to discuss this here and now, Hannah. Wait for me in the kitchen, and we will talk when I return."
"But Uncle...!"
She fell silent when she saw the look in my eyes. Her head lowered, Hannah went back to the house while I brought the pony into the stable.
She was in a gruesome state, worn out and beaten. She cried from relief when she realized it was over and I was here. She behaved very well, glad that I was hoding the crop and leash again.
"I saw much too late that she found you", I lied. I saw no other way to get at least something positive out of this. "Did she hurt you a lot?"
"Wh... wheee!" Copper whinnied and stomped a foot. I looked down at her and checked the plug-belt, loosening it a little. My hand touched her thighs as I did the checking and I could feel her wetness. No wonder that her cunt had started lubricating – she had worn the thing for hours by now. This was in no way a voluntary reaction, it was purely physical.
"You will keep wearing this from now on. I would have put it on you later, but maybe it was time for you to make that new experience. It does not have to be bad, like it was today. You'll see." When I saw the scared, degraded look on her face I added: "It won't ever again be as tight as it was today. I promise you that. And by the way: You don't have to feel humiliated by the butt plug. Ponies have tails. You have a beautiful one. You will get used to it, and fast."
That was kind of an odd thing to say, no question, but now that she had made Hannah's acquaintance she seemed to perceive me as the favorable owner. She whinnied again, some spittle flying from her lips, and stamped her foot in a thankful manner.
Had I told her that she was a dirty girl I might have made things harder for her, and that was the opposite of what I wanted. I wanted her to be broken in, to accept her new existence. The best strategy to do that was a mixture of toughness and affection. It is always like that. Everywhere in life.
I took her back to the stables and cleaned her with hay again. Warm water and soap had to wait a little longer. I took the crotch strap off and removed her buttplug so that she could empty her bladder and bowels if needed. I fed her and watered her and put her into the 'lighter' restraints. I used lotion on the worst welts that Hannah had caused on her ass, thighs and tits.
"The rest of the day is going to be quiet for you", I told her. "Some light training in the afternoon, so your muscles don't lock up. Rest now, Copper. You earned it."
She ate the next piece of sugar as willingly as the last one, directly from my palm. She blinked tired and did not resist as I changed the gag and hooded her. She sank back into the hay, glad to get some peace.
Hannah was already back in the kitchen where she had made tea and dinner for both of us. She smiled at me as I entered and she offered me a mug.
"I don't know why you are angry, Uncle. But I want to be better. I want to learn what you can teach me, and train her the way you think is right."
I shook my head. It was easy for me to see through my niece, and I recognized how was trying to manipulate me. What she really wanted was access to Copper, so that she could live out her worst tendencies.
"I made a mistake", I said. "Letting you train her was wrong."
"Oh come on!" Hannah instantly exploded. "You can't show me something like that and then just take it away from me! This is the coolest thing I ever saw, and I wanna be a part of it!"
I shook my head. "But you can't. I made a mistake. In a way I'm grateful, because you made me recognize it."
She was bewildered. "A mistake? What mistake is that?"
"I misunderstood our relationship. I mean the relationship between me and Copper. When I caught her torturing my horses, I was angry, and I wanted her to pay for that. But obviously, it's not that simple. The real reasons why I took her are much darker." I stopped and thought about all of this for a moment, then said: "No matter how fucked up this is, I think it's more than sadism, more than wanting to destroy her. There was something about her that fascinated me from the get-go. Just seeing her suffer feels wrong to me. I want to achieve more."
"Oh I see", my niece spat out, "you are in love with her. How sweet, but what the fuck do I care? She's your slave, not your lover!"
For a moment I felt the strong impulse to just knock Hannah off the barstool, bring her into the stables and train her as my second pony. But I assumed that neither her nor Copper would have caught on to the irony. And how would I explain all of this to Hannah's parents? I swallowed my anger.
"You are in an age where you can't even buy beer downtown", I growled. "So let me just say I don't feel too hurt by your criticism. Collect twenty more years of life experience, then get back to me." My glance had caused her to pale a little. Good. I continued.
"But I understand why you are disappointed, Hannah. When you trained her, you were completely in your element. This is what you want, this is what turns you on. No remorse, no limits, no mercy. That is what you want, right?"
She nodded, slowly. "Training her was the best thing I ever did", she whispered, her blue eyes wide and doll-like. No sane person would have believed thad this pretty face was just a mask for so many dark thoughts. "Knowing she had no way of fighting back. Knowing that she had disappeared and that I am a Goddess and she's just an animal. I want to feel like that again, Uncle."
I smiled. "Male or female?"
"What?"
"If you can choose, who is it going to be? A boy from your school? Another man, someone you desire to break? Or would you prefer a female?"
Hannah frowned, thinking about that question. "There are some bitches at my school, or girls like Melanie, the sister of Cedric, she is a gymnast and training for the european championships. One of them would be great. But there is also Pauls brother, the older one, he is such an arrogant twat. I wonder... I wonder how it would be to have him in a straightjacket, hooded and rubberized and locked away somewhere. How long would I have to keep him in chastity before he does literally anything just to be allowed to cum?"
She smiled an angelic smile, and we both chuckled.
"You cane have one of these", I said. "It's not that easy obviously... when somebody is brought into a new life that person must disappear without a trace. It will take preparation and planning, but we can do that."
Hannahs eyes were alight with joy. "We can? When? Which one of them? Or can I still think of somebody else?"
"You have time", I nodded. "At the moment, your exams are more important. After your exams you will attend university, right? You and your old friends don't see each other so often anymore. People move to different cities, life changes. I will get you a trainee job in one of my old companies and you can start earning money while you study. And we'll pick a good target, a good opportunity and a perfect cover story."
She was delighted. "Yes. Yes! Seriously, you would help me?"
"That is the deal", I said. "Show some patience. Finish school. Keep quiet about what I do here. And if you manage to do that, I owe you. I'll make sure that you get your own toy."
We shook hand. We were partners now. She was appeased and I was safe. Hannah would have my back, now that she could dream of her own slave. That poor person - whoever it might be - did not know yet that living hell was waiting for him or her.