Inheritance

I wonder how shocked my step-sister was to hear from me.  We had never been close.  Actually, I despised her, but was smart enough to never make that too clear.  I had mostly been able to pass it off as a function of the age difference between us.  I was 16 when my father married her mother and adopted Rose.  She had only been two years old at the time.  And then two years later, our half-brother, Harry, was born.

Although, my father and mother had divorced years before, I still hated Rose’s mother for marrying my father.  As far as I was concerned, she was just a leech.  She had been a waitress when my father had met her.  My step-sister was illegitimate and her father had abandoned them as soon as he found out that Rose’s mom was pregnant.  Dad had taken to Rose immediately.  Their natural personalities seemed to have clicked and he even legally adopted her while she was still small.  Even though, my father had been happy in his second marriage and it had lasted until they were both killed in a car accident two years ago, I still hated that woman and I was fine with hating Rose too.

Growing up, I had mostly ignored her and, luckily, I left for college across the country within two years of the marriage.  I didn’t move home after college, having found a job with a big tech firm out in California.  I had gotten married within a year of my graduation eloping to Las Vegas, much to my Dad’s and Rose’s mother’s disappointment.  They had wanted to give me a big wedding.  I hadn’t wanted Rose’s mother to do anything for me.  We did get a very nice wedding present of a four-bedroom house just outside of San Francisco.  Did I mention my Dad was filthy rich?

Harry and I had gotten very close over the years, especially after he became a teenager.  He hated all the restrictions Dad and Rose’s mom set for him.  As a concerned and loving older sister, I invited him to live with us during the summers.  We got very close and eventually, he talked Dad into letting him enroll in a school out here to finish his last two years of high school.  He lived with me and Curtis, my husband, and I became something of a second-mom to him.

Curtis and I had our son when I turned 23 and our daughter a two years later.  Dad had created trust funds for both of them.  Curtis and I both made very good money.  He was a VP at a bank and I was a highly sought after cyber security expert.  I consulted and made excellent money.  We were rich and contrary to what people believe we didn’t buy yachts or jet-set around the world.  We still worked and made more money.  You can never have too much money.

Curtis and I had been attracted to each other immediately when we met.  We were both very young and had met as baby Dominants in the California scene.  It was lust at first site and that had grown dramatically into real love. It just made sense for us to marry.

Anyway, I might have left Rose alone if Dad hadn’t given her an equal share of his estate.  I knew he considered her his daughter, but she wasn’t his biological child.  Only I and Harry had any right to his estate as far as I was concerned.  I might even have left her alone if he had given her a token amount like a couple of hundred thousand.  But he had split it evenly among the three of us.  Even after inheritance taxes, she had received 780 million dollars.  There was absolutely no way I was going to let this interloper keep that money.

Things had gotten critical this spring when I discovered that she was in a very serious romantic relationship with a man.  People might think I was obsessed with her since I kept track of her by hacking into her email on a regular basis, but I saw it as protecting my interest.  I certainly wasn’t going to let her get married, so someone else would be her heir.  I told Harry what was happening and he agreed with me.  Rose could not be allowed to marry.  Good gosh, she might have children.

So, we had two choices.  We either arranged for Rose to die or to have her permanently disappear.  Harry balked hard at the idea of hiring someone to kill her or for us to do it ourselves.  I wasn’t too crazy with that option either.  Luckily, I had another option already prepared.  I knew of a way to make her disappear for the rest of her life.  She wouldn’t be killed and Harry could even visit her now and then.  She wouldn’t be happy, but she would live.  After 6 or 7 years, we would regretfully go to the court to have her declared dead and as her only two surviving relatives, we would share her estate.

It took a lot of planning and help from our son, daughter, and Harry.  Harry had gotten his pilot’s license when he was 16 and had initially toyed with the idea of becoming an airline pilot.  He had given that up to go into movies financing.

Anyway, Curtis’s, Harry’s, and my cellphone stayed safely at our home in California (not the one Dad had bought, but the ranch we had purchased way outside of Sacramento after we got my inheritance).  My daughter and son would assure that they moved around enough to place us all electronically at our home.  We hadn’t explained what was happening, but assured them that it would greatly benefit them to assist.

Harry would fly us from California to Virginia.  He borrowed a friend’s plane and identity for this trip.  Rose lived in Maryland.  I called her and told her I was near her for just one day.

“Hello Rose, this is Carol.  How are you?” I wonder if the stupid cow would have a clue.

“Carol!  Oh wow, is everything okay?  I haven’t talked to you since the funeral.” She sounded a little confused.

“Yeah, I’m really sorry about that.  I could make a lot of excuses, but to be honest, I wasn’t dealing well with losing Dad and your mom.” I even managed to sound choked up.

“Oh yeah, I understand.  It took me months to start to feel better.” She sounded sympathetic, but she had always been like that – open and caring.  It was probably one of the things that my dad liked about her so much.

I needed to plant the lure, “Look, I’m in the Baltimore area for one day and well, this is so embarrassing.  Rose, I’ve been a real shit.  I think Dad left something for you with me.  I should have given it to you at the funeral or I could have mailed it to you.  But, I’m sorry.  I want to give it to you in person.  Could you drive out today and meet me?”

“Dad left something for me?  Really?” Her excitement was palpable. I could imagine what this wimp was thinking.  She was the kind of person who was always hoping for letters or books or something meaningful that would say how a person felt.  When she was younger, she would get on the phone with me and try to make me like her.  I was going to use that against her now.

“Yeah, I think it’s a letter.  It’s in an envelope with your name is on it.  I found it tucked into one of his law books.  I’m really short on time.  I thought I would be here a couple of days, but I’ve been called back to Cali for a project that I’ve been working on.  I only can stay for another couple of hours.  If you could come right now, I would really appreciate it.  I really need to give this to you.”  I tried my damndest to sound choked up.

“Sure, give me the address.”

I gave her the address to the new construction house that we were using for the day.  It was finished, but no one actually resided there.  It was up for sale and under contract, but we had gotten the lock box code from me hacking the listing agent’s emails and also made sure that agent wouldn't show the house today.  She had magically won tickets to her favorite singer’s show that day.

“So, how soon do you think you can make it here?” I asked.

“Hmmm, it’s only about an hour’s drive.  Let me change and I will head right out. Thank you so much for making this happen. Carol, I really hope we can talk more.  It’s you, me, and Harry that’s left now.” I couldn’t really understand this woman.  She really hoped we could all be friends with 780 million reasons between us.

“Me too.  I’ll see you soon.” I hung up the phone and immediately got on my laptop.  I had a computer with all sorts of security and I had set up a hot spot with multiple sorts of spoofed locations and identities related to it.  So, when the police found her car and electronics, they would undoubtedly check to see who else was in the area at the same time and they would run into dead ends.

I could have risked not having any access to the internet, but I had to be sure she didn’t tell anyone about her phone call with her step-sister.  Sure enough, the little bitch tried to send a social media message to her boyfriend and there was no way I was going to allow that to happen.  That message was going nowhere.  It was typical of her telling this guy how her step-sister had called her out of the blue and she was going to meet her and for him to wish her luck.

Curtis and I were waiting by the door.  Harry was in the van out back.  I saw her driving up to the house.  We had knocked down the “Under Contract” sign that stood at the end of the drive.  It now lay behind a large bush on the ground.

I opened the door and walked out on the porch.  I called out “Hi, Sis,” as she got out of the car.  She waved at me.

She was 30 and looked about mid-20s.  She looked so much like her mother it made me want to puke.  She hair was a medium brown and was pulled back in a ponytail that hung to her shoulders.  She was of an average build.  I would say the one thing that really made Rose stand out was her large blue eye and plump cock sucker lips.  Men must look at her and imagine her on her knees looking up at them with those large cornflower-colored eyes with their cocks jammed between her abundant lips.

She climbed the steps toward me and I smiled at her.  For once, my smile towards Rose wasn’t contrived.  I was thinking about what lay in store for her and was so happy that I just couldn’t stop myself from smiling.  I held out my arms to hug her.

I’m 44 years old.  I work out every day.  I don’t just do aerobic exercise; I do a lot of strength training.  I’m extremely fit.  Last year, I did an iron man competition.  I also have a good five inches and a good 20 pounds (muscle, not fat) on this 5’3” cunt.  As soon as I had her in my arms, she was toast.

Maybe she wasn’t as dumb and naïve as I thought.  Her steps stuttered for a moment seeing me reach for hug, but like a lot of women she dismissed her instinct and walked right into my arms.

As soon as I had her wrapped tight in my arms, Curtis burst out through the front door and grabbed her ponytail.  Between the two of us we dragged her over the doorstep and into the house.  She had started struggling in my arms.  Curtis signaled to me to let her go.  As soon as I stepped back, he punched her in the stomach.

Rose let out a gasping howl and fell to her knees.  I was immediately on her from behind.  I grabbed her wrists while she was gasping for breath and wrapped a leather strap around them.  I pushed her down on the floor and straddled her.

Curtis grabbed her legs and also wrapped a leather strap around her ankles.  We now had her basically bound.

I rolled her over to look at me.  I smiled, “Hi, sis. Long time no see.”

“What are you doing? Why? Let me go.”  Her voice was high and wheezy and she struggled to talk while she was still gasping for air.

“Nope! Don’t think so Rose.  I have real plans for you.  But let’s get you ready to go.”  I could see that she was about to scream, so I grabbed a cock gag that we had laid out and tried to shove it into her mouth.  I’ll give the bitch this, she fought it.  She tried moving her head back and forth trying to stop me from gagging her, but her resistance also kept her from crying for help.  Not that it would have mattered, we chose this house for seclusion and privacy.  I finally grabbed her throat and put some pressure on it.  Her face was turning red.  As soon as I let up on her throat she gasped and the cock gag went into her mouth.  I strapped it on tightly.

Curtis was busy putting another strap around her knees.  I stood up and looked down at Rose.  We had her tied up nice and tight.  She still struggled and fought the best she could, wiggling about like fish on a hook.  Curtis slapped her in the face.  She still kept struggling.

“Let’s just get her out to the van.”  We had to ensure that we didn’t leave anything behind.  If Rose had been a tad more observant, she would have noticed that I had skin-colored gloves on.  Curtis’s gloves were black, but we weren’t going to risk leaving anything behind.  I had a swifter in the van and other cleaning products.  We had been very careful to limit ourselves to the kitchen and the hall, so we had a limited area to clean. And extra 20 minutes and we would be on the road.

After checking her pockets for electronic devices and removing her smart watch, Curtis and I dragged the struggling Rose through the kitchen to the side yard where the van was idling.  I opened the door and Harry turned around.  “Mgghy!” Rose clearly recognized her half-brother and stilled her thrashing utterly shocked.

“Sorry about this Rose.  But you didn’t deserve an equal share of Dad’s estate.  But I promise you, we won’t kill you.  You’re just going away.” Harry really looked contrite.

I had my back to Harry, so he didn’t see me roll my eyes, but my husband did and he smiled at me.

We had a large cage in the van.  It wasn’t a flimsy cage.  It was solid wood.  The frame was made with 2”x4” lumber and inch think wood dowels to make up the sides and top.  I needed to do one more thing to make sure that Rose would be nice and tight in her cage and couldn’t cause problems when we had to put her in the airplane.  I took out the brand-new collar that I had bought for just this occasion.  It was about a tall posture collar.  Think of heavy leather with d-rings placed ever two inches around except where the buckles and straps would close it.

I strapped the collar around her neck and we shoved her into the crate.  I took a chain and threaded it through two of the d-rings and then locked the ends around the corners of the cage.  I handed Curtis another length of chain and he attached her ankle strap to the cage bars. 

She had worn a skirt and summer blouse. Curtis pushed the skirt up her legs.  He took out two leather straps and taking one leg at a time (of course, she struggled the entire time), he strapped her knees to the outside bars of the cage.  He looked her in the eyes and then smiled.  His hand slid up her right thigh and groped her pussy.  My husband is a man who knows how to use words in a way to heighten the fear of submissives.  He told Rose, “I can’t wait to fuck you.  I’m going to fuck every hole you have over and over for the rest of your life.  Welcome to your future.”

It had taken almost a full day to fly from California to Maryland.  We had slept in the van before we went to the house where we had kidnapped her.  The flight back took almost the remainder of the second day.  We covered the cage in a heavy canvas whenever we had to move it from van to plane and then from plane to van.  It’s amazing how little people look at your when you are white and wealthy.  No one would ever suspect you were doing something shady, much less violently criminal.

We took the cage into the barn that came with the property.  We hadn’t really used it up to now.  But with Rose as its new occupant, I had all sorts of ideas about what it would become.

Curtis and Harry dragged her out onto the clay floor of the barn.  Once we had started planning on kidnapping Rose, I had had some quick renovations done to the barn.  I quickly formed the idea that if I was going to have one pony girl, why not others join the fun.  There were lots of pony and dog play enthusiasts around who would pay well for the opportunity to experience a stable.

I would keep Rose relatively sequestered.  I would tell people she was our personal pony girl who had happily surrendered her human life.  It played right into their fantasies.  And since they would only see her briefly, they would see what they wanted to see.  They couldn’t really accept that Rose was a wild, captured pony.  But I had a lot of training before I would ever risk others coming to the property.  Rose needed to be broken.

She must have cried in her cage because her face was streaked with mascara and her mouth and chin had mucus crusted on them.  She had also pissed herself.  We had put puppy pads under her, but she still smelled of urine. “What a fucking filthy horse you are.”  I was so happy to let out all the venom I had held in for the last twenty-eight years.

I looked at Curtis, “Help me drag her into the stall.”  I grabbed under one of her arms and her took the other.  We dragged her across the clay floor into a stall.  To make the stall as realistic as possible, I had a layer of sand and gravel spread on the clay. Over that I had floor mats installed and finally a good layer of shavings.  After the renovation team had left, Curtis and I had installed a large number of ring hooks throughout the stall to be used to restrain Rose.

We had also installed a watering system for horses but at a height that would be more comfortable for human equine to drink. It was a clever design that only required the animal to press against the paddle for water to flow into the bowl.  Next to this we had installed a trough for feed.  It would allow us to remove it to clean it.  I considered this all practice to see what might work for paying horses in our play farm.

Rose’s stall walls were higher, going from floor to ceiling, than what I wanted for other pony girls and boys.  They would probably enjoy looking at each other.  But Rose was no dummy and allowing her to mingle too much with other human equine might lead to discovery. So, there would clearly be none of that.

I had put her tack over in the corner before we left.  I grabbed the chest harness and arm binder.  “Harry, get in here.  We may need your help.” I called out.  Rose still struggled even though she was completely helpless.

Harry came to the door of the stall and hesitated.  I was just a little disgusted with him.  He was in up to his ears in this crime and still he wanted to pretend he was some nice guy.  Nice guys don’t participate in a kidnapping to get half of almost a billion dollars, especially when they are already worth that and more.

I grabbed Rose’s hair and snarled at her, “We are going to get you harnessed up now.  If you fight us, I will rip the hide off your body.  There are three of us and one of you.  Do the math, Rose.  You are going to lose.  So, cooperate and this won’t have to get uglier than it is already.”

Rose was more valiant than wise I guess because she tried to twist herself out of my hold.  I had a firm grip on her hair, so the attempt must have been quiet painful.  She was also spitting mad behind her gag.  I couldn’t make out the words, but she was probably threatening Armageddon or calling me every cuss word she could recall.

“I warned you.” I let go of her hair and stalked over to grab a crop that I had left near the front of her stable.  I returned and pushed her forward onto her face into the shaving.  I put my booted foot on her upper back to hold her in place, then I pulled up her skirt and began to whip her ass and lower back as hard as I could.  Even through her panties and pantyhose, the pain had to be excruciating.  She screamed into her gag and tried to move, but between her ties and my foot, she was going nowhere.

I don’t know how many times I hit her, but finally Curtis grabbed my arm.  I looked down at the shreds of Rose’s panties and there were raw welts and some had even been cut open and were bleeding.  “Stupid fucking bitch.  If you had just cooperated this could have been avoided.”  She wasn’t moving.  I realized at some point in my beating her, she had passed out.  I dropped down to check her breathing and pulse.  She was alive, just completely insensible to the world.

Curtis raised an eyebrow at me.  I had never lost it with a sub like that before.  I was a thorough and strict Domme, but this time something in me had snapped.  I preached constantly about how a dominant always had to keep in control.  I felt a bit of remorse.  I knew that Rose wasn’t her mother, but it was like all the bitterness of the decades had come to the front in my mind and heart in the past 24 hours.

“Curtis, you had better take over.  I want her awake when she is stripped and I want to assist, but you handle her for tonight.  I can’t trust myself.”

“Okay, let’s get her arms bound and we can put on the ankle cuffs, then we will wake her.”  He stood up and began to gather what he would need.

I looked over at Harry, who had stepped back into the entryway of the stall.  He looked at me aghast.  “You aren’t going to always treat her like that?  You said she would be safe.  You said she would just be a prisoner in the form of a horse.”

I sighed, “I’m sorry Harry.  I will never lose control like that again.  I don’t know what got into me.  I’m not like that.  I’ve played with submissives hundreds of times and never lost it like that.”  I actually was starting to feel really bad.

He walked past me to help Curtis with the leather harness.  Harry wasn’t in the scene.  As far as I knew, he was pretty vanilla.  He had married some pretty blond a few years ago.  I imagine seeing someone get beaten was probably pretty shocking to him.

I went into the tack room to get some disinfectant and some ointment.  I was going to have to clean the cuts.  I sat down on one of the large boxes in the tack room for a moment and felt bad about myself.  I realized that there was something in me that could really hurt a person who I had utter domination over.  I like to think I was controlled, even if not good.  But having someone with whom there were no boundaries was probably something I would have to watch in the future.  Especially, if that someone was a person that I saw with dislike.

I heard Curtis calling me.  I picked up the sterile pads, disinfectant, and ointment and walked back to the stable.  They had gotten the arm sleeve on her and her shoes were thrown out into the aisle.  Both ankles had on ankle cuffs. Two chains were attached to rings on her collar; one on each side and stretching to opposite walls of the stall.

Contrary to what a lot of people like to think, it isn’t great for bio-horses to constantly be in hooves.  You ruin their legs and can cause blood clots.  So, she would end up wearing them for maybe six to eight hours a day, but at night in her stable, she would be barefoot.  I had bought her the type that would only go part way up her legs, allowing us to be able to freely hobble her at the knees.

Rose was moaning on the ground.  I put the medical supplies in her trough and watched Curtis.  I wasn’t going to leave the stall.  I had to stand my ground now, even when I had gone too far.  She was owned.  She was livestock.  She had to learn quickly that she was out of choices in her life.

Rose lifted her head and saw me and shrunk back against Curtis’s legs.  I guess the beating had made quite the impression.  The fight in her was temporarily gone.

Curtis reached down and dragged her up, “Get up.  You’ll live.  It only hurt like hell.  You aren’t going to die from an ass whipping.”

Once she was on her feet, he took a pair of EMT shears and grabbed the front of her sleeveless blouse. He put a cut in its neck and then ripped it down the front.  Rose sucked in a breath through her nose.  He cut through the shoulders on each side and then pulled it off her body.  She had a pink bra on underneath.  Rose wasn’t greatly endowed; maybe only a B-cup – which was nice since it would keep her from sagging as she aged. Curtis cut open the front of Rose’s bra and snipped the two shoulder straps.  Her nipples were a dark rose color and the areolas were a good size.  Eventually, I would have them pierced.  They were dark enough that a nice gold tone would look beautiful against them.

He moved on to her skirt.  He could have just unzipped it and had it drop to her feet, but where would have been the fun in that.  He snipped and ripped again.  Her pantyhose were cut next and shredded off her.  That actually took several cuts.  Never underestimate the strength of something that seems fragile.

Finally, all that was left was the shredded remains of her panties.  Two snips on each side and Curtis was able to drag them off.  I stood up to take a look at what I had done.  It was both worse and better than I had thought.  I must have struck her about 15 or 20 times and her ass was a fretwork of welts.  The bleeding was from where the end of the crop had hit her.  So, there were splashes and leaks of blood all over her ass, but no real open cuts.  I felt some relief.

Curtis and Harry were strapping her into her chest harness.  I was one of those complicated pieces of leather wear that was all straps and buckles and could be fitted tightly to a person by cinching them.  It has strategically placed rings for attachment.  Curtis took the broad belt that would go around her waist and wrapped it around her.  Harry had to lift her arms so that it could be buckled close.  I realized that at some point in this process Rose has started to cry.

As I said, I prided myself that I was a controlled person.  And even though, I had lost it less than 30 minutes ago, I was not going to stop from following through on what I thought I needed to do.

“Make her kneel,” I told Curtis and Harry.  I walked back to the tack room and returned with a bucket of water, towel, comb, pony tail holders, scissors, trimmer, shaving cream and a razor specially designed for cleaning a head down to the skin.  I walked over to Rose and looked her in the eyes, “Don’t move or this could end up a mess.  You learned the last time to take what I say seriously.”

Rose looked at me with withering hatred, but nodded once, and then closed her eyes.  It took me a few minutes to sort her long hair out.  The center three inches were tied up into a number of pony tails to keep them out of the way.  I then took the scissors and began to trim off as close to the scalp as I could.  Each section gave me about a good 15-inch-long piece, and I handed each lock to Curtis.  This hair would become her tail.

I took the trimmer and shaved her as close to the skull as possible.  I then worked in small sections coating her head with shaving cream and used the razor.  I did each side one at a time.  Rose now had a lovely long mane down the middle of her head.  I removed the ponytails and listened to Rose cry.  There is a line about a women’s hair being her crown.  I had just mutilated Rose’s crown of glory.

It was time to put her into her bridle.  Hers was designed to have a bit in her mouth that was held by a strap that closed at the base of her skull.  It had another strap around her forehead, and these two were connected by a strap that went under her chin and over the top of her head.

I hoped Rose had already had her wisdom teeth removed. It was my intention to have her back three teeth, top and bottom, on both sides removed.  This would make the bits fit her better and it would give her more of a horsey appearance.  She wouldn’t really need her molars since her food from now on would mostly be mush and it would greatly reduce the amount of dental care needed.  I knew a dentist in the scene who I could hire to do it. 

Curtis removed the gag.  Rose immediately tried to speak, “You can’t really think…” But she never got to finish the thought.  Between Curtis and me, we got the bit jammed into mouth.  He held her head steady with a large handful of her hair.  I pulled the buckles so the straps were snug against her skin and began arranging her mane around them. 

Harry had disappeared.  I guess things were getting a bit too real for him.  I would have to remind him that his share of 780 million would be an even better reality.

Curtis and I each grabbed an arm and dragged Rose up to her feet.  Once she was up, I tended to her ass.  It was raw and there would be bruising visible in the morning. Considering her fight, I suspected her ass would often be raw in the future.

“Okay, your set for the night.” I told Rose.  She looked around her stall.  It had a single overhead light and no windows.  But you could see the dawning outrage as she looked around what would be here home.  She lunged forward only to be caught up short by the chains attached to her collar.  But that didn’t dissuade her. She tried desperately to kick us.  We simply withdrew from her range.  We stood there watching while she wore herself out.  She continued to lunge repeatedly against the chains and behind her bit she screamed and ranted.

Finally, when she has worn herself out and stood breathing hard.  I stood up and grabbed my crop.  Her eyes widened.  “You get this one-time Rose.  Starting tomorrow morning, any display like that will be met with discipline.  A whipping would be the least of pain you could experience.  Harry might be horrified by a whipping, but there are ways of torturing you for an entire day without me ever having to break a sweat.”

I’m fairly sure Rose was cussing me again, but around her bit, her words were indistinguishable.  I let her run out of steam.  “You are now a horse and will be for the remainder of your life.  It was this or kill you.  I’m sorry, but Dad should have never left you that money.  You are not biologically his child.”

Curtis stepped in, “Starting tomorrow you are going to train to be a pony girl.  You’ll be expected to obey commands, be groomed, and generally live like a horse. You will be also be used sexually as we see fit. But I can’t imagine you will get a lot of enjoyment out of that, because it’s unlikely you’ll have a lot of orgasms.” He shrugged. “Eventually, you’ll be pulling a cart around.  Most pony girls are also prepared for show competitions, but considering why you are here, that’s not going to happen either.”

I smacked the crop against my leg and said, “So, going forward, all human speech is forbidden.  You may whiney, neigh, squeal, scream, chuff, or make any horse-like noise, but if you speak, you will be corrected.  I expect your first month or two will be pretty painful.”

I laughed, “But I do want to thank you, we bought this ranch and I guess we really hadn’t thought much about making it pay until we decided that you would be it’s first pony girl.  Eventually, we will be utilizing this place for a kind of BDSM camp for people into pet play.  But again, you won’t be allowed to mingle.  You probably noticed that your stall has floor to ceiling walls and only a door, plus it’s on the far end of the stables.  But other than Curtis, me, our son and daughter, and - I suppose - Harry once in a blue moon, you will have a very limited social circle.”

Curtis put his hand on my shoulder and said, “Just to let you know what is going to happen overall.  We will wait for the authorities to contact us about your disappearance.  We will, of course, all be shocked and concerned, but eventually we will come to the conclusion you must have been killed.  In about 6 or 7 years, you will be declared dead.  Thank you by the way, of never having gotten around to making a will.  It’s made things much easier.”

Rose made some more sounds behind her gag and lunged at us again.  I was rather enjoy watching her fight her bonds.  It appeared that Curtis and I were going to have our work cut out for us breaking this filly.

When she settled down again, Curtis continued, “We are also in the middle of producing a new human identity for you.  We have found a person about your age and looks who disappeared back when she was a teenager.  You are, at least on paper, going to become her.  And you will be giving us medical, legal, and fiduciary guardianship.  You’ll also have signed a contract with us where you agree to be our life-time slave.  Since we will be paying for all medical care in cash, I don’t think too many people will question this.  You won’t be going to the doctors or anything like that.  We have friends who are also in the BDSM lifestyle who will be providing these services.  Even if they suspected you weren’t consensual, they would have deniability.  We already have your contraceptives lined-up and in a year or two, you’ll be having a tubal ligation.  We wouldn’t want you to foal.  We are a bit too old to have to raise another baby.”

Having explained the outline of our plan, there really wasn’t much else to say, so Curtis left the stall.  I, on the other hand, just wanted to look at Rose.  She was red in the face and stood quivering with rage.  She couldn’t do anything about her life.  The sense of total control and power I felt was intoxicating.  She was beneath me.  She wasn’t even really human anymore.  She was livestock. Livestock I owned.

My eyes looked over her bound body and realized that I couldn’t wait to have her feet in pony hooves. I wanted every part of her body in my control.  I wanted to have her forced to stand as I ran my hands all over her body.  Knowing that she hated me and probably would kill me given even half a chance, she would have to stand there and let me touch her.  I wondered what that would do to her mind.

After a few minutes of us contemplating each other, she shook her head and turned away from me as far as her bindings allowed.  I had won that contest.

I walked to the stall door and said, “Oh, and by the way, starting tomorrow morning you have a new name.  I decided to name my new filly Volunteer.  Not that you are, but I loved the irony.  See you tomorrow.  I’m going to have so much fun.”  I turned off the light in her stall and left.

Epilogue

A man stood at her stall door.  She didn’t recognize him.  She started to make a lot of noise.  Hope never died in her heart.  She always thought they would make a mistake and someone might come to free her.  But he just stood there watching.  She stamped her feet trying to get him to understand that she didn’t want to be here.

Over so many years, she had tried to communicate her unwillingness to be like this.  There was the dentist who came to care for her teeth – the same one who had extracted her molars.  The various doctors who came to draw her blood or help with some small medical issue.  All the people who came and looked into her stable for a few minutes to ask if it was really possible to keep a pony girl long-term and then walked away.  Somehow, Carol and Curtis had always ensured that she couldn’t actually speak to them or explained her behavior as her being skittish and high-spirited.  It was disgusting that people saw what they wanted to see.

The man continued to look at her.  He stepped back outside the stall and then came back with a stool.  He put the stool in the stall and sat.

“Hey Volly, I guess you don’t recognize me.  It’s been almost 15 years.  It’s me, Mason.”

Volly wanted to cry.  This was Carol’s and Curtis’ son.  He’d been a young man when she first seen him.  He hadn’t been as rough or as strict as Carol or Curtis, but he had known and participated in her enslavement.  Hope suddenly died in her and she wanted to cry, but what was the point.

He sounded very cheerful, “So, I guess you will be seeing me almost all the time.  Mom and Dad have decided that the ranch is too much for them and they want to go travelling, so I’m taking over.”  He stood up and came took Volly’s bridle in his right hand and with his left, he began running it all over her body.  “Wow, you are in really good shape for being fifty-four.”  Volly wanted to roll her eyes. Of course, she was in good shape.  They fed her nutrition dense slop for over 24 years and exercised her for hours every day.  She had muscles all over, except for her arms which were bound constantly and had, on the few times not been bound, felt useless.

He ran his hand over her ass, “Well, it looks like you are being a good pony.  Your ass doesn’t look bad.  Sure, it’s all scared up, but I remember when it was almost always black-and-blue or raw from some beating.”  He laughed like those were good memories for him.

He touch the top of her right thigh and traced the scar there.  “The brand still looks good.  The Swinging SM.  Mom thought she was so clever with that on tshirts and stuff for our guests.” Volly had been branded on the day Rose had been declared legally dead.  Carol had made quite a fuss about it and had held the brand herself.

He ran his fingers over her butt plug tail.  She’d been given an enema and had the plug put in last night; now she knew why.  They didn’t always keep the plug in.  Curtis said he like for her to go without it enough that when he fucked her ass it was still felt tight.  She guessed they wanted Mason to see her in full pony gear today.

His fingers traveled down to her vagina and he stuck two inside her.  “Mom says that the doctor thinks your menopausal and she’s been adding hormone replacement therapy to your food.  I think that’s a good idea. I don’t want you to be too dry.  Let’s keep you all plump and squishy here.  I hear that Uncle Harry likes to fuck you these days.”  He laughed.

Harry had started fucking her years into her captivity.  Harry had cried the first time he fucked her, but weepily explained that his wife would only have sex once in a blue moon since they had their third kid.  He cried that she told him that she was too tired and he was horny all the time.  But he didn’t want to cheat and since Volly wasn’t really a human anymore, and because she couldn’t get pregnant, and because she would never be a threat to his family, it was okay – but it wasn’t completely creepy because she wasn’t really an animal either.  So, he would come several times a year now and fuck her a couple of times each day and, recently, he had started to screw her anally.  He couldn’t admit to himself that since there were no consequences in screwing a pony girl, he did it.  Freedom from responsibility and consequences gave people a lot of leeway to do things that they might have thought were reprehensible, until they did them.  Who cared if they were half-siblings?!

Mason pulled his fingers out of Volly’s pussy and moved forward to her clit.  God, she hated this so much.  She would always end up sexually frustrated when they played with her clit; just get on with the fucking.  People rarely let her climax.  She’d been raped probably thousands of times in the past decades and maybe orgasmed less than a hundred.

Mason undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants.  With one hand he pushed his pants part-way down his legs.  “Wow, this really brings back memories.  I loved training you.  You were some of the best pussy I ever had.”  He laughed, “Of course, I wasn’t good at it back then.  It was wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am.  I would put it in and then cum.  I think I can do better now.”  He got behind Volly, pushed her a little forward, grabbed the back of her harness with one hand, moved her tail to the side, and started rubbing his cock against her slit.  He moved his hand around front and kept rubbing her clit, “Come on Volly, I want you wet.”

Volly hated herself for getting aroused.  Between his fingers still rubbing her clit and his cock rubbing her slit, she just couldn’t help herself.  She found herself breathing harder and getting excited.  Her pussy throbbed.  Rarely did anyone bother to arouse her, they just lubed up and did it.

She spent so many hours just feeling time go by.  There was training, pulling the cart, fucking, and watching pony girls and boys and their owners go in and out of the stables, but mostly there was just waiting.  Eating wasn’t even really a pleasure.  She ate because she needed fuel.  It was always bland mush.  Occasionally, she might get a bit of apple, a cube or sugar, or best of all, after Harry fucked her, he would slip her a piece of chocolate.  Carol would lose her mind if she ever found out. That’s why she had long ago forgiven Harry for using her.  She got chocolate.  The only other part of her life she enjoyed was going out doors, whether it was to be hooked up to a walker or to pull the cart.  At least, she could enjoy the wind and nature. 

Volly began to hear the sound of friction against her juices and Mason stuck his cock in her.  But what surprised Volly the most is that he didn’t stop rubbing her clit.  Oh dear God, she might actually cum.  Mason fucked her hard and it went on for a long time.  Suddenly, Volly felt something happen that she hadn’t felt in ages and ages.  Her body began to tremble and electricity seemed to explode through her body.  She closed her eyes and screamed into her bit.  It was heaven.  Absolute heaven.  But it didn’t end there, Mason kept fucking and rubbing her.  She no longer stood there passive; she began to thrust back at him.  The excitement she felt was so overwhelming.  And he kept going.  When she came the second time, it wasn’t as sharp but it felt just as wonderful.  She could hear Mason breath coming faster and his hand left her pussy and slapped her ass again and again.  Finally, he slammed into her a few times very hard and she felt the heat of his cum inside her.

“Geesh Volly, fucking you is so good.  I think you might be the best side benefit of running the stables.”  Mason said as he withdrew from her body.

“You know, my son is 14. That’s little young, but when he’s older, I’ll bring him around.  He lives with his mom and she’s pretty vanilla, so I guess I’ll wait until he’s an adult.”  Volly could hear him walking around behind her.  He used a wet wipe to clean her cunt.  Volly wasn’t use to any consideration.  Most of time, Mason’s father just left her with drying spunk on her until her weekly cleaning.

“Well, I have some other things to do.  But I will be back a little later to take you out with the cart.  I want to see how well you handle.”  He stroked her back and ass.  “You’re a good ol’ girl, Volly. You and I are going to have a good time together.”

He stepped out from behind her while zipping up his pant and fastening his belt.  He grabbed her bridle again and pulled her face around to meet his eyes, “Don’t think for a moment, that I’m going to make a mistake that would let you escape.  I have too much skin in this game too.  But I think your life might be a little more pleasant with me running things here than they have in the past.  Do you understand?”

Volly met his eyes and stamped her foot once for yes.