The Ponygirl County

Her days continued with the same routine. Training in the morning, but instead of the stretching she was now put in strict bondage and was able to ‘rest’. Still in her pony gear her hands were tight straight behind her back and then pulled high. Leaving her standing with her torso pushed forward. She learnt fast that, whenever she was not training, working or following some orders, she was kept in strict bondage, nearly unable to move. Her life was just running and pain. Nothing else. In the evening her pony gear was completely removed, and she was able to empty her bowels.

The 2 weeks went by fast and soon she learned that her life as a real pony had begun. This morning there was no training routine. Instead, she was lead into the yard. She spotted the first other pony girl since her arrival at the barn. She was wearing the exact same gear as she was wearing. Her hair was brown and her skin nearly the color of olive oil. This must come from the constant exposure to the sun. The pony was already geared into a strange looking cart. It was a laying barrel mounted on top of an axis with two wooden wheels. In front of the barrel was a little bench for someone to sit. The cart had wood sticks sticking out of the front. The pony girl was standing in between the sticks. They were tied to her metal hip belt. On the shoulder rings of her harness were tied some rope being on tension. This rope was also tied to the cart. Her bit had to reins on both sides also ending at the cart. Behind the first cart was a second nearly identical cart. But no Pony was tied into that. Amber quickly realized that this would be her cart. She was bound exactly as the first pony into the cart. The only difference was an extra rope bound to a ring on the chest plate of her harness. This rope was tied to the back of the first cart. As soon as she was bound into the cart Stacy appeared. “Well, I am excited to supervise the first day of you being a pony my sweet Amber. I also have a little gift for you.” With these words she moved close to Amber and attached two little bells to her nipple rings. “Now you are definitely a real pony.” She then moved to the first cart, climbed onto the driving seat, took the reins in her hand and ordered the pony to move. Pulled by the rope, Amber had no choice but to follow the first cart. They fell into a trot, walking fast.  This was a completely different effort than the normal training. The cart weighed around 15 kg and pulled onto her hip and shoulder. She had to work way harder than in the training. Soon she got tired, but slowing down was no option with the rope pulling on her. They trotted like this for around half a hour til they arrived on the lake. The lake was the only water source for the county besides rain. Because it wasn’t the cleanest water, working slaves had to scoop water from the lake into a filter. From the filter it ran into a cistern. The cleaned water then could be pumped out of the cistern. Every farm collected water from the lake for drinking and cooking, leaving the rainwater for the crops. Now Amber realized why she carried a barrel with her. The barrels were filled with clean water and then brought back to the farm. Each barrel could contain around 120 liters of water. The loading took around 30 minutes, giving Amber plenty of time to rest a bit. The rope of her chest was loosened, and she was the first of the two on the way back. The other pony was now tied behind her. Probably because the pony could go a way greater pace than Amber. She did not think to be able to pull the cart now fully loaded. It took enormous strength and effort for her to just move the cart. As soon it started to roll it got easier. Stacy, now walking beside her holding her reins in her hand motivated her with a crop and some smacks on her butt. She kept hitting her till Amber nearly reached the speed on the forward run. Amber could never hold her pace the whole way, but Stacy did not allow her to slow down. After around 2 km her whole butt was covered with marks from the crop and tears swell in Ambers eyes. She felt her legs getting heavy and through the tears in her eyes she couldn’t see the way anymore. Stacy must have realized that it became dangerous and allowed Amber to slow down a bit. But it was still hard work for the pony, and she was in great stress. Through the immense struggle she was not able to hold her stretched bladder and she felt how warm pee ran down her legs. Nothing she could do about it, all she could do is to keep trotting and try to evade the crop on her well used bottom. Finally, she could spot the farm in the distance and Stacy allowed Amber to slow down even more. Now it was just a slow walk, but Amber was finished. This last distance was probably the hardest, as every muscle in her legs tells her to stop walking and just lay down. Somehow, she made it and arrived at the farm. The carts were parked at the yard in front of the farmhouse. As soon as Amber was allowed to stand still, she fell on her knees. At first Stacy wanted her to get up again, but even the crop couldn’t motivate Amber anymore. She was just spent. She was allowed to rest like this for around 20 minutes. Then Matt came, and released her from the cart. Still on weak wobbly legs Amber was brought into the barn. It was not the same barn she spent the last month in but rather the barn that holds all livestock owned by Father Robert. Each pony had their own little box. These boxes were opened towards the midway corridor. Through the blinkers she could not see inside the boxes. If she could see she would see empty boxes, only one containing a pony completely naked lying on the floor in hogtied. The town beliefs that ponies should only focus on running and working. Every second they don’t do this should therefore be painful and uncomfortable. Through this their mind would drift out because of all the pain and the limited rest. Because Amber was used so heavenly Matt decides in order to regain her strength for tomorrow, she should not get that hard bondage. She was allowed to lie down on the ground. Her arms were released and bound widespread. The rest of her pony gear stayed on, even the little bells on her nipples. Her legs were bound widespread as well.

She spends like this till evening. During that time, she fell asleep resting a bit. Matt woke her up, untied her, feed her some eggs, porridge and milk and then made her walk around the farm. She was allowed to walk slowly, just to release the tension in her legs. Then she was brought baack into the barn, her pony gear was taken off only the bit was kept in her mouth, and she had to sit against the wall of the barn. Secured to the barn, her legs were again widespread. Additionally, Matt tied a small rope to her nipple rings and secured it at her big toe. Leaving her nipple pulled painfully. Whenever she would try to move her leg or toe it would pull on her nipple.

The next morning, Matt arrives in the barn and woke Amber with a pull on the rope bound to her nipple. “Well lovely Amber you did a great job yesterday. I bet your muscles are quite sore right now. Therefore, you will get a free day. We must start slowly till you reach your full strength. To guarantee that you will build up well shaped and vital muscles I am going to feed you a special diet containing of human milk and mealworms.” As Amber heard that she was shocked and tried to resist, but just keeps pulling painfully on her already sore nipples. Defeated, she dropped down her head and cried. Matt was not impressed by the little show, grabbed her by her chin, changed the bit against a ringgag and put a collar around her neck. Finally, she got blindfolded. To the front of the collar, he bound a rope to the ceiling. This leaves her chin pulled up. He proceeds with forcing some kind of funnel down her throat. Amber nearly gags and throws up, but Matt keeps going til the funnel is deep in her throat. First, he dumped some milk into her. She didn’t even need to swallow as it was just running through her. Then he puts worms inside. As with the milk she did not have to swallow the worms, but she could feel them moving around in her bowels. It made her sick. Matt pulled the funnel out of her mouth and swapped the ring gag with a gigantic ball gag. Even if she would throw up now, there was no way to go. To not suffocate she would have to swallow everything again leaving her no choice. She could feel the worms moving inside her. It was disgusting. Her sickness was supported by the terrible smell of old sweat, pee that covered her whole thigh and dried salvia all around her torso. At this point she just accepted the fact that she was nothing else than a beast of burden. She spent the whole day like this. In the evening, she was fed the same meal as in the morning. She could hear as the other ponies were brought into the barn and each was tied into one of the boxes.

The next morning started. Today she had to work again. Her legs still felt sore but at least she should be able to walk normally. Matt put her harness on and humiliated her more, commenting the awful smell. He promised her to wash her this evening. Before he put her harness on, she was able to empty her bowels into the straw. Matt proceeded to wash her bottom with clean, soft straw.

After everything was fitted and she was ready to work, she was led onto the yarn. It was just after sunrise; the air was still cold and the smell of morning dew was in the air. Together with another pony, she wasn’t able to identify, she was harnessed onto a bigger two horse cart. Two work slave looking slaves climbed onto the cart together with two boxes containing supplies. The reins were flicked, and the ponies went on. It was the first time for Amber in a two-cart pony. The driving slave made sure that both ponies went in lockstep to minimize the effort in pulling. They just drove for about 10 min till they arrived in the forest. Robert owned the biggest forest in the county and therefore was the biggest supplier of wood for the village. The wood was either used as firewood or was taken to the sawmill to be made into planks.

Today 4 trees are going to be cut down to be brought to the sawmill. Each tree stump was cut at around 2 meter length and then brought to the sawmill. The rest of the tree was brought back to the farm of Robert to be used as firewood. When Amber arrived, there were 10 people working as lumberjacks. 3 male supervisors and 7 female slaves. As every Father Robert lacked in male workers. Most males used their freedom to leave the county and the hard unworthy life farm life with no luxury, or medical aid of a proper modern society. The male was more free than the females but in reality no male born to a wife had a proper chance of a pleasant treatment. They rather must work all day as well for a father to be paid with groceries, a place to stay and firewood. Therefore, Robert and the other fathers had to rely on the female slaves as workforce. To prevent a riot in the ranks of the female slaves, the supervisors became more and more harsh in discipline the slaves.

When Amber arrived one tree was already cut down lying on the ground. Two slaves stand on top of the tree and cut of all the branches of the trunk. Two other slaves used a big saw to cut of a piece of the trunk from the bottom. The other slaves prepared everything for the second tree to be cut down. The two slaves carried by the cart Amber pulled hopped of and unloaded the supplies. Next to Ambers cart was another cart like theirs. It was pulled by Scout, the pony that got sold together with Amber. Her appearance seemed almost proud, as she became a perfect example of a pony. The ponies all were watered and then left them to watch the lumberjacks doing their business. After two hours the first tree was cut, and Scouts cart was turned around and was loaded by the slaves. All 4 prepared stumps were loaded onto the cart and then secured to the cart. Two slaves accompanied the cart each grabbing the reins of one of the ponies and led them to the sawmill. The cart was probably at its weight limit as both ponies had to work hard to get it moving. With the first cart moving and the second tree nearly done the males allowed the slaves to rest. Every one of them was covered in sweat and sawdust. One slave who had a bad day and broke a sawblade earlier was the lunch entertainment. Amber was not able to see what was happening to the poor thing but heard the screams and pleads. After the lunch break her cart was loaded and she was led by a slave to the sawmill. The weight of the cart was incredible. No way she could pull it by herself. To maximize the strength the leading slaves tried to synchronize the steps of the slaves. Through that they could support each other and trot at a higher pace. It was an incredible long way til the sawmill. Moreover, they had to move alongside a lot of farms with children playing on the streets. For Amber it still was a humiliation to walk naked and harness next to “normal” humans. The children pointed to them and laughed. But there was nothing Amber could do about it. Before the sawmill was a gigantic field full of hucows. They were the pension for ponygirls. After a life full of work, pain and struggle ponygirls burn out. Starting life at around 16 they will be most productive between 20 to 25. But from 25 on it will go downwards. Most keepers will keep the girls til 28-30. Then they will become weak and prone to injuries. So, keeping them would be risky, moreover there is another use for them, but this use is on the clock. They can become pregnant, give their fathers more slaves and start to lactate. Therefore, the ponies become cattle. The babies will be raised by the houseslaves, and the milk produced by them will be used to supply the county. Life as a hucow is not that much better than life as a pony. Sometimes they still must pull loads because there are to few ponies around. Because the arms were bound in tight bondage for around 10 years, they are weakened and sometimes even dead, they must spend most of their time on the field and to keep them in cattle head space they are still forbidden to speak and gagged. They are washed even less, so they are full of dried milk, spit, urine and dried cum from the breeding attempts. The fathers wish to keep them pregnant all of the time. When they deliver, they will be kept blindfolded so they will never see their baby but the birth will be made by them self with no support whatsoever. At one point they will not lactate anymore and not become pregnant anymore. These poor souls will then be used merciless as old ponygirls. There big utters and destroyed cunt will be a constant pain and they will not hang on long. This is probably the most terrifying thing about being a ponygirl.