Ponygirl Copper

II

When she reached the stable-door I opened it for her. It was almost evening now and the sun had begun to set. Laura looked around and took in the ample ranges I had in the back of my house, bordered by fences and hedges. She tried to look at me, but I had already hooked a leash to her head harness. I pulled it once and she screamed as the mouthpiece was pressed painfully against her palatal.

"Oaugkh!!"

"Shhh, don't scream. Horses don't scream, they whinny. Let me hear a whinny, as if you were a little pony. Can you do that?"

"Whugh!!"

"No, That's not really the sound I had in mind." I pulled the leash again, this time a bit more careful.

"Mrough! Mrouagh..." She tried to talk with more effort and more anxiety but couldn't form even one comprehensible word. I had to pull the leash once more to stop her babbling on like that. There were some more sobs and finally she submitted and aborted her fruitless trials.

"Wh... wheee!"

"Very good. For that you'll get a piece of sugar."

I took a small lump of sugar from my pocket and pushed it behind her bit with my fingers. She stared at me in disbelief, but she didn't spit it out. Instead her tongue moved to draw it in and she slurped on it until it started to dissolve. What she did not know was that I had combined the sugar with a drug that is normally used on mental patients. Higher doses would make her more compliant, calm her down and ease her mind. In fact, it would lower her IQ after some time and by thus make her more easy to control. But that would be a slow process – the effects would not set in like a steamhammer.

"Now come on, you can practice your walk a bit. You'll get used to your hooves much faster then you expect now, believe me."

She tried to shake her head once more, even tried to protest again. No wonder since she was clearly used to being treated like a human. I pull the leash once more to show her who was in control in complete, utter control of the situation. After that she followed me out into the range. I walked fast and she had problems keeping up with me. But I didn't cut her any slack. It would have been utterly wrong to do that. Instead I started walking her around, following the fences, making meter after meter while she panted and moaned and sobbed and sometimes screamed into her gag behind me. She fell to the ground twice, but she just needed one or to hash jerks on her leash to get her up again.

Laura was covered in sweat soon, tears and snot running down her face and foam dripping from her mouth. Her jeans and shirt were darker now because they were soaked. When I lead her back into the stables finally it was already dark, another hour had passed and she let her head hang like a tired mare after a day of work on the fields. My new filly didn't have much stamina. I knew I would have to work on that as well as on her behavior.

But for now Laura was just in the state I wanted her to be in: Nearly too tired to cry, just jerking in the harness from time to time, her eyes as good as closed. She was beaten and finished for today and she was too exhausted to think straight. Her hope of being set free had diminished and she was following me willingly as I lead her back into the stables. Just when I open a box for her, some life flushes back into her eyes.

"Hrgmaagh wheeheee!" This time I just had to raise her leash a litte and she remembered instantly what sort of noises she was supposed to produce. She whinnied with trembling panic and stumbled into the box, nearly too weak to lift her hooves anymore. She fell falls down there. She looks up at me from her place in the hay, still hoping with the rest of her mind that I would release her now. She gasped when I took a knife from my other pocket.

"Don't worry, I am not going to hurt you. But you will spend the night here and you should be able to use the bucket there in the corner. Which means that I will take your clothes off."

I pointed over to said bucket as I approached her. Subduing Laura in this state was easy. She moaned, gasped, started wheezing helplessly when I pressed her on the floor and cut her clothes away. She also trashed a little, but it didn't help her of course: I removed her jeans and the simple white slip she was wearing as well as her shirt and the bra beneath it. Her skin was warm and moist, nearly feverishly hot. And it was white as a sheet but covered with freckles everywhere, especially on her breastbone and her back. Her breasts themselves were small, her pink nipples got erected very fast once they were uncovered.

Once Laura was naked I let go of her. She clenched her legs as I stood up and crawled into one corner of the box as fast as she can, as if that offered any protection from me. What a shy filly.

"Get some sleep. I will look after you in the morning. And then we will start your training seriously."

That was the last she heard from me. I left her in the box like this: Naked, dirty, thirsty and hungry. I locked her box from the outside with a padlock. I could hear her scream and plead until I had left the stables.

I spent the night nearly without sleep, but it was okay that way. I knew that Laura would have a hard time in the box while I was drinking coffee, working out a bit, reading news on the internet. It was important that she got her time to be scared and helpless and weak, so that I could start the process of breaking her in. It was a good night for me and every minute I spent knowing that she was in my possession was as sweet and as delicious as a good wine.

When I returned to the stables the next morning and opened her box she was just lying there, only half-conscious, blinking tiredly. Of course she couldn't possibly have slept well during the night, most likely she had been lying awake and could only manage to drift away from time to time. Laura had dark rings under her eyes now. She also had to be extremely thirsty. And some flies had found her and were feeding from her salty skin.

"Raaagh." Her voice was more than just a bit coarse. I approached her with a cattle-prod in my hand and touched her left butt cheek lightly with it. She screamed, then whinnied.

"Hraagh… whee… wheehee…!" Some tears followed, but not many.

"I did that just to remind you: Behave, be a good one, or you'll be punished."

I walked over to the bucket and saw that she had to have have gotten up during the night to take a shit in it. I ordered her to stand up, and when she managed it after the third try I nodded. I took some straw and cleaned her with it, used a second hand full to wipe her grimy skin, until she was red all over, biting down on her bit hard. After I had finished I emptied a bucket with water into her trough. She stared at it with red-brimmed eyes, blinking helplessly and moaning. Yes, she was definitely very thirsty.

"I know. You can't drink with the bridle inside. Wait a moment... there, That's better, isn t it?"

She had surely thought I would take the gag out completely and that this would give her the opportunity to talk to me, ask me what I am doing to her, maybe plead for her release, promise me things to eel her way out of this situation. But even with the bit out of her mouth, hanging loosely around her neck, she wasn't any more capable to utter even one intelligible word. It was because of the second part of the mouthpiece, the one that was rubber-coated and pressed upwards against her palatal. It still forced her to keep her mouth half open permanently, giving her a stupid, helpless look with some spittle flowing from her lower lip as if she was some half-wit inbred.

"Eagh! Hi-eck!" She tried to talk nonetheless, like I should have known. I didn't have to understand the words, I didn't even want to understand them. What I wanted was that she started to realize that human speech was off-limits for her. I raised the electric cane and she twitched when she saw it move, a shriek escaping her dribbling mouth. When the cane hit her small, firm, pale ass she just jerked a little bit though. It was on a low setting, a little painful but no more than that.

"Be a good one. You want to be a good one, don't you?"

Tears in her eyes again. I knew this was natural, that it was part of the process. This transformation was nothing that could be achieved easily or without a lot of turmoil and I had known that very well even before I had taken her.

But she whinnied and I considered that to be a good sign. I awarded her with another piece of sugar for her compliance, pushed it between her half-opened, warm and wet lips so she could roll it around in her open mouth with her tongue. It made Laura drool some more, but that was okay. She looked gorgeous.

"I motioned her over to the trough with the cane in my hand, nodding at her."

Drink as much as you can. It's going to be a long day." She got down on her knees whimpering, clearly worried a lot about the long day I just had promised her. But that didn't stop her from putting her head deep into the trough, her face touching the water. She gulped it down with loud, slurping noises, not yet used to drinking with the gag. She got some of it into her windpipe, came up coughing loudly, water flowing from her mouth and nose, but dipped back in after some seconds.

I gave her some time before I grabbed her head-harness atits back and pulled her head up again.

"Ouaagh!"

"That's enough. Too much water in your stomach can give you cramps. And we don't want that, do we?"

She tried to shake her head – I could see the motion, even though her collar prevented her from really doing it. Another strike with the cane, another shocked yelp. But like the last one, this yelp also sounded a bit as if she was getting used to the feeling already, not liking it but accepting it as my way of correcting her mistakes. And I could see in her eyes that she was apt to not make any mistake twice.

"You need to learn how to behave. I don't want to punish you and you don't want to be punished either, do you?"

"Wh... wheee!" There was much frustration and even a bit of anger in that sound. But that as well was okay for now. I offered her a second piece of sugar, and since she hadn't eaten in nearly a day now she took it between her lips as quick as the other one.

"Good girl. Stand."

She did so, her legs wobbling a little bit, her nipples erect even though the air in the stable was quite warm, goosebumbs on her freckled skin. She looked at me shyly. But she didn't fight when I placed the bit in her mouth again and strapped it tight.

"Let s go. Like I said, we have a long day ahead of us."

The sun shone down warm on both of us as I took her outside and lead her onto the training grounds, made her walk with me so that she could warm up a bit. She still moved quite insecure on her hooves, but she had improved a bit since she tried them for the first time. After half an hour she was ready for the real training to begin: I locked her leash to a high pole, situated in the middle of our training grounds and made her walk around it. Then I started teaching her how to prance, correcting her walk, striking her buttocks and the backs of her thighs every time she did a wrong step or didn't lift her hooves high enough. It was hard work for her and once again she started sweating, moaning and crying, falling to piece in a despaired way. The frustration was tough for her and I could see her arms twitch in the straps. She shook her useless, leather-encased fists in the bondage, the muscles showing through the skin on her thin arms, as if she hoped that by some miracle she would find a way to free herself after all.

She didn't, of course. Her cries got louder now with every touch of the electric cane and I could see a lot of anger built up inside her. I didn't have to care about that but I did nonetheless. What I was doing with her was complicated and her mental reactions to it were as complicated as that. I wanted to break Laura without destroying her and that would take a good amount of strategy and psychology.

I decided that it was inevitable for things to boil up sooner or later. And I came to the conclusion that it might be better for both of us, if I let them boil up right now.

So I started correcting her more severely, watching her every move and penalizing every mistake, how small it ever was. My filly struggled with the punishments, sweating and drooling more severely, her face contorted into a mask of effort and pain. First she tried everything to meet with my expectations, but her legs were already too tired, the hooves too heavy on her feet, her restrained arms making it much harder to keep her balance. She stumbled twice, fell to the ground, got up grunting and crying and shrieking again when I hit her with the cane to make her move faster. After another thirty minutes she broke. She started to scream even louder, turned to me, shrieked hysterically and teared at the straps holding her. This fit was quite similar to the one she had had yesterday, just more extreme and more furious, fuelled by anger, desperation and disbelief that any human could treat a girl like that. She even stomped her hooves in a helpless, childish gesture of protest, tried to shake her head fervently. Her eyes were wide opened and there was a curious mixture of fear and hate in them, setting them ablaze.

"Mruuuugh! Aouuuuumh waah-uuu naaaaah! HROUAAAAGH!!!"

I set the cane to a higher power level and hit her with it while I repeatedly told her to calm down, to be a good filly, to behave. Of course she didn't. There was a bright blue spark when I slapped the instrument against her left side and the pain made her cringe, but she continued with her fruitless protest. She even would have jumped at me if the leash hadn't restrained her movements to the small area around the pole.

So I continued. While I ordered her to stand, to get into position, to obey, I punished her with a shock every some seconds, which made her more frantic and more hysteric, snot and tears and sweat flowing over her face and dripping down from her lips and chin as she did her little, useless dance. It took several minutes until she tired and fell to her knees, sobbing with her head lowered as much as the collar allowed.

"Haagh ... haaagh... gh... ouhgh..." Laura was wheezing with flaring nostrils now. Her hair hung in her face and stuck to her moist skin like some coppery mask. I bowed down and brushed it away, then started to stroke her face gently. That made her sob again, weak and exhausted.

"Maybe I was a bit too hard on you" I finally said. "You need more time to learn and you might just need a break and something to eat. don't you think so?"

She nodded, slowly and humiliated. She looked up to me, her grey eyes shimmering. Don't be angry , this glance said without words. don't punish me. Please understand why I did this.

"I know you are tired. But you can do better, I am positive on that. You didn't perform to bad. I just know you could be so much better if you really tried."

And then I smiled a comforting smile. It must have been surreal for her to see me smiling like this, but I knew that it was also What she needed. Against all sense it turned me into something like her accomplice in this, someone who rather offered support and understanding instead of using blind cruelty. It gave her some hope that I was maybe crazy, but that I didn't want to torture her. It built a connection between us. A very thin connection? Yes, definitely. But once it was there it could be strengthened.

I offered her another lump of sugar, pushed it between her slimy lips past the bit. She sucked it thankfully. And she whinnied weakly, obviously to thank me or to please me.

"Whee..."

"That's a good filly. Come on, follow." I gestured for her to get up and she did so, her knees still wobbly, legs still shaking. And as I lead her back to the stables she followed me without any resistance left.