Authors note: this was posted in error. The same as part three. I removed the original part three but it still shows this as part 4 and a 'missing' part three. My apologies.
Chapter 14
Time had passed quickly as it always does when you are having fun. Well, for me it had, but I imagined that the last couple of hours would have seemed like an eternity to my captive pony and ‘fun’ was certainly not how she would have described it. Not unless she was an out and out pain-loving masochist. If so, then her attempts to hide the trait behind a veritable cascade of high-pitched agonised screams and shrieks until she had neither strength nor breath for more had been convincing! I had sensibly decided that enough was enough at that point and anyway, my arm was beginning to ache a little.
Yup caffeine time I’d decided after checking the now still form. Good, she was still breathing if a little raggedy. No real harm was done other than maybe the stress her frantic efforts to escape my restraints had put upon her various muscles. I made a mental note to bring some antiseptic cream with me when I returned. Her wrists were looking raw and bleeding a little where she’d twisted and rubbed hard against the restraining straps as she thrashed about in her agony. Perhaps I should get some leather straps with a thin layer of padding on the inside. I’d seen them but dismissed them, too wimpy I’d thought, only for casual play, not the real thing. Logically, of course, the opposite applied now I came to think about it. How many people got brutally flogged into screaming insensibility during a mild consensual bedroom bdsm session?
I double-checked the other straps at ankles, knees and waist. They all seemed ok. Maybe a little raw skin where she’d writhed and twisted but nothing too serious, unlike the wrist ones. The real damage, of course, was the major havoc I’d wrought on her meaty rump and thighs. Yes yes, I’d overdone it again just as I had the night before with little Fluffy. Beginners enthusiasm I suppose. In time I was sure that I would learn how to inflict the same(or higher) amount of pain with considerably less damage. Moderation I thought. I could hear my mother’s distant voice with that piece of advice — moderation in all things, dear.
I wondered what she’d think if she could see what I was looking at now. The grin that was forming on my lips quickly faded as another thought came to me. Shit! Now I was a little annoyed with myself as I surveyed the still silent form of my completely comatose pony. I’d intended to spend the majority of the day instilling the first of many obedience lessons into the creature, but of course, I’d stupidly let myself get carried away hadn’t I? Probably as well that she had fainted on me for the third time. I should have come to my senses on the first occasion. Shit, shit and double shit!
On the first two occasions, I’d brought her round with some splashes of cold water and a few hand taps to the side of the face as I impatiently went about the tedious business of reviving her and wondering if it was still possible to get hold of smelling salts these days or something similar. At that stage I hadn’t even wrought all that much damage. Well, not too much compared to what I now surveyed. I felt a tinge of guilt, only a slight tinge mind you!
I’d started relatively softly with my paddle and given her ample rump a comprehensive all over warm-up that grew in intensity and force as I became more practised and more sadistic. The latter being driven in part by the volume and intensity of her shrieks of pain and outrage! Once again, I’d quickly forgotten my original intent of concentrating everything on to one buttock and leaving the other pristine. Hah, way too much tempting soft white flesh, a large tender quivering blank canvas that so attracted my increasingly painful ‘brush’ strokes to colour every available square inch of it.
Of course, I’d removed her ball-gag completely before I commenced the better to hear her squeal and then scream. Not that the creature had been the least bit grateful for my kindness. A minor amount of spittle accompanied a major torrent of vocal noise emerged the moment that bit of hard plastic was removed and immediately rose in volume despite the warnings I’d given. Wow, in between the cough and gasps that filly certainly had a very impressive vocabulary when it came to the coarser aspects of the English language and no doubt her own by the sound of some of them although I was already mentally filtering much of it out. Just meaningless animal noise so far as I was concerned and irritating animal noise at that.
I suppose that I’m a bit of a hypocrite, I tend to swear maybe more than I should but usually only to myself. It always bugs me when I hear others using such words, especially in the course of their normal conversation rather than for a specific reason! Why oh why can’t some people string a couple of sentences together without using the word ‘fuck’ a half dozen or more times? Cretins! Well on this occasion I had both the means to hand and the will to put a stop to her foul-mouthed tirade. Time for my pony to sing to a different tune, one that I would both compose and conduct via my special batons!
I leaned forward and slapped the paddle hard against the side of my makeshift flogging bench near her head and grabbed a handful of hair with my other. My action momentarily halted her, and I twisted her head around and leaned nearer. She with her big blue sad, weepy wet eyes already red and sore looking. Mouth agape in a mixture of horror, pain, anger and surprise. Her lips and chin glistening with saliva. Me with a savage merciless glint in my eyes, and cruel anticipatory smile of sadistic delight on my lips.
Just for that brief second as our eyes met, I think that the full horror her situation began to register for the first time. I don’t know what she imagined the past day or so had been about but at that instant, as I twisted her head around I knew that the first truly major milestone in our journey together had been crossed. The one marked total, absolute and complete realisation!
I gave her no chance to follow up. The leather loop at the end of the handle of the paddle was around my right wrist, I loosed my hold of the implement and swiftly used my gloved palm to force her mouth closed before that foul verbal flow recommenced.
“Shut it, pony” I snarled. “No, don’t you dare try and move. Stay, stay still you fuc…you...you wretched animal” Almost committed the same sin myself there I admonished myself.
I used both hands in a slight twisting motion so that she was both silenced and looking at my face mere inches from her own. Just for a second, an image of our two different positions flickered across my mind. There was no doubt as to which was the more preferential one.
"Listen to me animal" I snarled slowly and gave her captive head another little twist. She tried to say something but couldn’t, not with me holding her jaw clamped tightly closed. ”Shut it and keep it shut. I know you understand English animal, but you can forget about speaking it or anything else from now on! Last night I amused myself with your pretty little friend. You know what I did to her animal?”
“No, you don’t do you,” I said with a degree of amusement. “ I turned her into a dog. That’s right animal you heard correct, a dog. Your friend is now nothing more than a pretty little puppy dog all trussed up and crawling around on her elbows and knees for my entertainment, my amusement and my sexual satisfaction! How does that grab you, Ponygirl”?
Another slight twist and I tightened my grip. “Yes, a dog, a sweet little human puppy dog with a nice wet pink tongue and guess what the little bitch spent half the night doing with it between my legs? Licking and guess where? ! Yeah, got it in one pony but don’t look so revolted…it was either that or get another hard beating. Didn’t you hear her screaming, I’m surprised what with all the noise she made you didn’t hear the little bitch even over here?”
“You probably didn’t hear the other noises either. She wanted so much to talk just like you, but my nasty little toys soon taught her otherwise. Oh, she still makes noises but a little differently” I broke off to giggle. “She now barks and whines and growls for me so prettily.” I laughed. “I was surprised, amazed even at how fast she learned once my bamboo cane went to work on her pretty little puppy rumpy-pumpy. ”
That was true. I had been genuinely surprised that it hadn’t taken all that long. Every time she started, I had put a finger to my lips, shushed her, shook my head and then let my cane do the rest. After each beating, I pointed the cane at her and then demeaned myself by making a variety of doggie noises. I whined, growled, yapped and barked then gestured at her with the cane again indicating to whom the lesson was aimed.
Inevitably she immediately started to babble away in that unknown tongue, but I repeated the routine. It took four goes, but the last time I pointed my simple wooden item of torment at her, she paused for a moment and then rather hesitatingly began to mimic me. I’d smiled at her, bent down to rub her head and plant a big wet kiss on her forehead and moved to the bed. It had been time for the next and best lesson to begin.
“Not that her rump is quite so pretty now with all the nasty bruises and bloody welts, but she certainly learned fast how to stop me hurting her.” I paused thoughtfully. Not quite correct. Nothing could have stopped me hurting her, but when I finally did cease, she had indeed demonstrated less reluctance than I’d anticipated when I eventually dragged her head between my legs. The fact that I still held that dreadful whippy cane in my right hand might also have contributed to her sudden acquiescence to the distasteful (for her) task. I required.
“Of course,” I added, “I expect that I will have to repeat the lesson numerous times in the days, weeks and months to come….yes months you heard right. Oh, do stop twitching you stupid creature, you must realise that neither of you is going anywhere soon. Did I say months, correction let us make it years animal! Yes, years that’s right and forget that I used the expression human puppy. A slip of the tongue on my part. Neither of you is human in my eyes so get used to it pony!”
“Yes, your sexy little friend, now called Fluffy, by the way, is up in my bedroom nursing a very sore bottom, one that resembles a map of the Alps with all those pretty purple and scarlet raised ridges” I giggled and then raised my voice. “That was just for practice though pony. By the time I’m finished here today your animal backside will look like the FUCKING HIMALAYAN MOUNTAIN CHAIN’ I shrieked in her ear.
A scrap of torn paper caught my eye, and another idea occurred to me. Should I repeat myself? Why not, after all we had plenty of time, and a little additional mental cruelty would make a fitting hors d’oeuvres before I served up the main course. I nipped her nose ignoring the squeak and spluttering and promptly popped the red ball gag back in and tightened the strap. “Back in a minute pony don’t go away will you” I giggled patting her on the head as I released my hold.
I was back a moment later with the printed pictures I had shown her previously salvaged from where I’d carelessly screwed them up and dumped them in my wet area. Fortunately, despite a few rents from my crop they were still useable, so I smoothed them out, selected a couple and carefully placed one on the floor immediately under her just as I had done the first time. I grabbed her head again, twisting my hand in her hair and forced her to look straight down. She was already doing that anyway, but I wanted to make sure she knew one hundred per cent who was in charge here and just how helpless she was. I wanted her to feel the hand of her owner and understand fully the power I had over her, plus I wanted to share and enjoy the physical sensation when she reacted to this little reminder as I knew she would.
Was she all that bright I thought thinking back to the books I’d burned indifferently? Medicine, mathematics? Hadn’t the pictures I’d shown her before registered, the way I’d bound her, the way I’d treated her, the primitive stall she’d occupied? Christ, she couldn’t be that thick surely? Did she think that there was going to be some easy exit from her situation, that vile and evil things would not happen to her?
Maybe it was some phycological thing. Maybe her brain had gone into a form of shock and switched off her ability to think logically. Perhaps it was even being ultra-clever and had headed the full realisation of what was happening to her ‘off at the pass’ so to speak. Alternatively, maybe the bitch was just too damn stupid to recognise what was happening to her outright! Ostrich syndrome, stick your head in the sand and it wouldn’t, couldn’t be happening even? Well whatever, it was time for a reminder of what was happening and would get much worse!
I’d used picture three again, the one drawing depicting a helpless ponygirl being exercised out of doors. Arms in a binder, large naked breasts bouncing, bitted, bridled, hoof boots raised high, eyes wide with horror as she pranced at the behest of the tiny girl dressed cowboy fashion holding the lunge line in one hand and a long cruel whip in the other that left vivid angry streaks on her ponies body.
Picture six quickly followed, the one depicting the same young cowgirl mounted and riding her pony. That image bore the large label 'Broken'. A running ponygirl in a bent forward pose, her young rider sitting comfortably on a saddle partway up the pony’s back reins negligently held in one hand, the other wielding a long riding crop. The movement lines the artist had drawn, and the marks on the pony’s flanks showed that although ‘broken’ the pony was not being spared additional physical encouragement by her sadistic young rider.
My grip on her hair tightened. “Look, look long and hard my ponygirl” I hissed in her ear so close that my lips almost touched. “Look good and think about me. I am hardly any bigger than that nasty little cowgirl and you, you I think are much bigger and stronger than that wretched pony!”
I pulled her head back, held it for a second and then abruptly released my grip so that caught out unexpectedly, it fell forward so quickly that she would have banged down hard on her chin had it not overlapped the edge of my bench. I took a couple of paces to one side and ran my gloved hands over her rump and down her thighs then back up. I repeated the action several times, feeling the warmth of her body through the thin leather of my gloves and relishing every tremor that ran through her. Cold, fear, nervous reaction? Probably a combination of all three.
“Yes, pony” I cooed resuming my previous place. “Quite a bit bigger and stronger I think. Much better formed to carry a saddle high up on here, oh and of course to feel the bite of my crop” I laughed and bend down to whisper in her ear again.
“Oh yes my beauty, oh by the way that is your name from now on pony. Beauty. My Beauty, my big strong beautiful ponygirl. That is what you are now — my pony. You will live in that stall, wear this harness, eat the mush I feed you, feel the regular bite of my whip and spend your boring days perhaps dreaming endlessly of what might have been”.
I paused to stroke her head gently for a few moments before continuing. “But don’t worry Beauty I’ll take good care of you and it won’t always be boring, you can look forward to the times when I put a saddle on you and take you out for a nice gallop” I laughed and patted her head.
She was writhing now against her bonds as best she could. Wriggling and squirming or trying to and her eyes were staring down at the picture with, or maybe it was my imagination, but they did have a slightly bulbous look. However, there was no mistaking the sheer horror and panic now. I giggled again; I thought it was quite funny.
I took a couple of seconds to ponder and wondered if I should continue my thread. Mmmm might make life a tad easier I decided. Anyway, she was still part human, wasn’t she? Well, for a few more hours or so. Once I released her beaten body from the bench though she would be pure animal in my eyes and treated accordingly. Heaven help her if she tried to get ‘gobby’ with me after that I decided with a grim resolve.
I placed the third and last picture I had selected on top of the other two. My crop had certainly wrought the most damage to that one as it had been on top; nevertheless, there remained enough for her to get the point. A clear picture of her most immediate future via a rumpled torn image I giggled silently to myself and pointed downwards with one finger and tapped her rump a couple of times with its equivalent on my left hand.
This was the drawing of a helpless ponygirl being severely flogged by yet other another diminutive owner. The helpless creature was well covered in nasty stripes with head back and mouth agape screaming for all she was worth. That expression on the face of the young fiend doing the flogging showed that she was clearly enjoying herself and showing not an ounce of mercy. Ditto, I thought!
My head moved down and close to hers again. “Now then my Beauty, just as in that picture in a few minutes I will begin to train you likewise. It will be the first of many such training sessions you will receive. None of them will be enjoyable for you because they will involve pain, a lot of pain, pain and humiliation. I expect that over time you will get used to the humiliation but probably not the pain. How much and how often will be up to you. I won’t enjoy beating you of course (I lied) but it will be necessary, an essential part of your journey from girl to pony. Human to animal. My pony animal!”
I flipped my wrist and caught the paddle by its wooden handle and reached back to collect my whippy bamboo cane from where I’d hung it. “These, “I told her looking down as she twisted her head to look up at me. “these simple objects will be two of the tools I will use to apply pain to your body. I have others, lots I might add.” I took the business end of the cane in my spare hand and flexed it a few times just for effect.
Poser I thought. Beauty thought otherwise. Her eyes fastened on the flexing cane and then dropped to briefly look again at the picture and then back toward me this time to my face. I smiled at the look I saw in her eyes. Yes, my beautiful animal, I like that look of terror, and I expect to see it again and again and again! I tapped her on the nose with the tip of the cane then bent my head close again.
“Listen up, animal”. I blew softly in her ear before whispering, “Listen well. Your little friend is next door chained to a radiator in my bedroom waiting for me. In my eyes she is now nothing but a dog a cute little puppy awaiting her mistress’s return so that she can pleasure her mistress as required and hoping against hope I expect to avoid another beating from me! To me she is no longer human; she is an animal, a dog, a puppy that I one hundred per cent own and will use for my pleasure. Understand?” I tapped her again and smiled. “If little Fluffy up there makes so much as one single ‘human like’ sound when she sees me, just one word, one single vowel I’ll beat the crap out of her and now she knows that. She might not fully believe it yet, but she will. She can bark, she can yelp, yap, whine, growl and whatever other canine noises her puppy dog brain can come up with…but just one non doggie sound and she’ll be screaming half the night again that I promise!”
I paused for a moment before resuming. Once again her nose felt the tip tap of my cane. “You my proud Beauty” I continued are no different in my eyes. You are also an animal, a simple mindless dumb beast and the quicker you realise that and learn to behave the better for both of us but more so for you. In a moment the pain will start, perhaps you can distract yourself a little by preparing yourself, think about your new vocabulary, the sounds horses and ponies make. Can you do similar, I hope so for your sake! Learn a new vocabulary Beauty, use your imagination, who knows maybe you will still be able to communicate with me…albeit in a very simple equine way” I finished with a laugh.
It was true her eyes were bulging. Horror, shock, disbelief and a hundred and more other panicked emotions I surmised. I couldn’t resist embellishing just like some high court judge of old not only sentencing some poor wretch to a long stretch but maliciously adding and emphasising ‘ultra-hard labour’ to his miserable lot.
“Take a look around Beauty,” I told her. “You have had lots of time now to do so, and I assure you that there will be endless opportunities for more” I paused to laugh again. “Heck, I’ll bet in ten years you will have counted every brick in this stable a thousand times over to try and stay sane. In a year or two I expect you will be chomping at the bit, literally,” I laughed. “Oh, so excited when I enter this building just in case an outing is in the offing. The thought of a ride out with your owner on your back, a change from the endless monotony of your stall, a welcome breath of fresh air after the stink of this place. The faint scent of perfume from your owner's freshly showered body mixed with the smell of crisp fresh linen. I bet it will seem, well seem better than what? Better perhaps by far than the deepest most intense and satisfying sexual orgasm the most experienced of lovers could ever give you!”
I tapped again to ensure I had her full attention. Silly, not much else I suppose that would occupy her at that particular moment. Probably not the best analogy I could have come up with but relevant. Very relevant.
“Don’t get too excited pony” I cautioned negligently. “You can also forget any future action along those particular lines. You know I don’t even know if you are a virgin or not do I? I haven’t explored you deep enough, but don’t worry; it does not matter because from now on your pony cunt is an orgasm free zone. Oh, I am sure you will get randy from time to time especially if it amuses me but don’t expect any release, ever! ”
I looked at my wristwatch. Time was marching on. A cruel part of me wanted to carry on and enjoy the mental torture I was inflicting. Yes, she had a good understanding of English. I could see it in her eyes; I had been speaking slowly and almost as though I was reading the evening news on the radio or TV. My subject matter though had been very different, and the news imparted was solely for the benefit of one pair of ears. However, another even crueller part lusted after a more direct form of torment and that part was getting impatient! Another part of my anatomy was also adding its quota, and I didn’t want to have to go and change a pair of sopping wet panties before we’d even got started.
I flicked the top of her head lightly with my cane. “Alright pony enough of the jaw-jaw, time for some action, time for lesson numero uno. Today’s lesson, Mmmm let’s call it an introduction to basic pony etiquette, and we start with two elementary rules. Rule number one. This will be the last time I or probably anyone else ever talks to you like this. You are not human anymore, not to me and in the unlikely event of my ever allowing someone else to see you, not to them either. You are an animal. A beautiful two-legged animal but just an animal and nothing more!”
“A dumb animal”, I tapped the tip of my cane on the ball gag then slid it upwards to lightly lift her upper lip and then back down to repeat the action with the lower. “Animals don’t talk, pony, so if anything that remotely sounds like human speech should emerge from between these today or at any other time you will feel the touch of this simple piece of wood across your fat animal rump many many times, and I can assure you…the touch will not be pleasant! There will be no mercy, none at all! Think about that when I remove your gag. Today is not going to be very pleasant at all for you but piss me off from the start, and it will get infinitely worse believe me”
I moved back towards her rear. “Rule Two. Like I said no more chit chat ponygirl. Orders will be given, and orders will be obeyed. Mostly simple one-word orders, I command, and you obey, instantly if you know what is good for you. It will take time I’m sure, but you will learn pony. Oh yes, my pony you will learn, and we have all the time in the world to devote to your education!”
She gave a loud anguished yelp easily discernible through her loosened gag as I abruptly delivered what I considered to be two reasonably hard strokes with the cane across both ass cheeks. “I can’t stop you thinking pony; indeed, I wouldn’t want to, but I can and will render you dumb like the beast you are now”.
She turned her head, desperately attempting to say something to me. I made out the odd word and sighed. Oh well I’d given her fair warning hadn’t I?” I gave her a third stroke then tossed the cane on top of the pictures on the floor below her face, more food for thought. I flipped the buckle at the back of neck and removed the gag altogether dropping it to lay alongside the cane.
Of course, the stupid creature immediately screamed and then started to talk! My ears weren’t so much deafened as deaf to it. I flicked my wrist and caught the paddles handle and moved back to my ‘work area’. The three stripes left by the cane were readily visible, the last one already oozing tiny droplets of blood through the raised weal in several places. I choose the nearest buttock cheek now feeling somewhat peeved. “Oh, for heaven’s sake I thought, well if she hadn’t the sense to keep her big gob closed then I would see that she sang to a different fucking tune! I raised the paddle…..
Yes, I repeated to myself sometime later. Time really does pass quickly when you are having fun. She’d passed out a second time not long after I switched the paddle for the cane and then for the third time after a particularly rigorous and savage application of the bamboo across her heavily bloodied and bruised rump and thighs from the opposite side. Indeed, I’d given her two more savage stokes before the sudden silence alerted me to the fact that she was no longer screaming and writhing but had gone all limp and quiet on me again, so focused had I become on seeking out unmarked flesh to kiss with my cane.
I stroked her hair. “Oh, you poor pony, dear dear me, and the nasty nightmare has only just begun. Are you dreaming sweet dreams ponygirl or reliving the horrors I wonder? I laughed and gave her ravaged meaty rump a hard slap with my gloved hand. “Well, I can assure you Beauty that the same horrors will continue the very moment you wake. What will you do I wonder, what will you say, will you be pony, will you be girl or betwixt and between?”
Some fragments of splintered wood caught my eye. Yes, I must invest in better quality canes when I next put an order into my supplier of quality exotic toys. Those eBay things broke way faster than the subject I wanted them to break. Cheap rubbish or maybe I had used them a bit too enthusiastically. Whatever!
I gave her a final check then left her to slumber. I doubted if she would be out for more than a couple of minutes, and I wanted her to wake and find me gone. Let memory return and then she could sweat on as to what came next — bondage, humiliation and de-humanisation. Given sufficient time I could have broken the bitch without laying a hand on her I suspected merely from harnessing and stalling her. Then again, where would the fun be in going that?
However, I was acutely conscious of one thing. The state of that big well thrashed bottom meant that I did need to change my sopping panties and soon! I closed the stable door very quietly. Dream on pony because when you awake, it will introduce you to the ‘bit and breakfast’, and you won’t like either!