Even Ponygirls Sometimes Get The Blues

THE CELL

Released from her days of sensory deprivation, Jessica spent a peaceful night, loosely chained to the ends of Erik’s large bed. She lay still, gradually waking in the first light of dawn, enjoying the clean sheets and soft mattress, studying the back of Erik’s blonde head and listening to his deep slumbering breath. Whether he had raped her last night, she simply couldn’t remember, but it didn’t feel like it. Apparently she was in Erik’s bed purely for convenience. She learned later that for health and fitness reasons ponygirls were required to sleep in proper beds, and Erik’s was most convenient.

Jessica thought about the previous night and the agreement she had made. It was an absurd pact with Master Alex, a man whom she shouldn’t trust but did, a man she shouldn’t respect but did, a man she shouldn’t like...and yet...

It had been her own decision: She had chosen to spend two years on Rabbit Island as a ponygirl. Master Alex guaranteed she would then be released back to her normal life. In the bright light of a new day it seemed an absurd promise to make. She liked certainty in her life and Master Alex’s promise of a two year maximum was something she would cling to. ‘Better the devil you know...’ she thought.

Jessica studied the books on the shelf - Black Beauty, My Friend Flicka, Green Grass of Wyoming, The Horse Whisperer. Hmm... she was detecting a theme in this little library. Required reading for ponygirls perhaps?

Picking up Black Beauty, she rifled through its pages with her fingers. This copy was well-thumbed, giving the impression she would soon have time to read it and the other books. It was a book she knew and loved from childhood and looked forward to enjoying again. It had been nearly a year since she had read a book. Jessica settled down on the bed and started reading.

HARNESSED

Two men appeared outside Jessica’s bar-fronted cell before she had finished the third chapter of Black Beauty.

“Jessica, you know Ray I think?” Kurt asked, gesturing to the swarthy blonde-haired man alongside him.

“Of course...Hi Ray!”

“Morning, Jessica.” Ray responded, smiling awkwardly.

There was a palpable tension between them, even though they had met and spoken many times before; or perhaps because of it! They’d even had various sexual encounters, which Jessica remembered were not altogether unpleasant. But this was a new beginning... Ray was a pony driver, and she was to be one of his ponies, assuming she could make the grade.

“Lean against the cell bars with your hands behind you.” Ray instructed. She did so and sensed the familiar feeling of cool steel handcuffs encircling her wrists.

With Jessica securely cuffed the men felt they could safely enter the cell. Jessica entertained the notion that they were frightened of her, of what she could do to them if her hands were free. She had been restrained for so many months that those fantasies were well developed in her thoughts. Somehow it made her feel better and stronger to think in that way.

She sat back down on the bed while Ray knelt and put boots on her feet. “These are your pony-boots Jessica. If you put them on properly you’ll find them quite comfortable and supportive.” He laced up the cross-cross laces tightly to just below her knees.

“Stand up!” Ray commanded.

She stood, surprised to find the soles of the boots had elevated her so much that she was more than eye to eye with Ray. She wobbled as she found her balance, glad that Ray had a tight grip on her arm. The boots were like high heels but without the heel, and visually the shape was uncannily like a pony’s hoof. The sturdy hiking-style sole provided a solid contact with the ground once the ponygirl had learned to balance herself on the balls of her feet.

The bridle was next, tight leather straps around her head, and a rubber-covered metal bit between her teeth. Jessica’s acquiescence to her pony transformation might have surprised her handlers, but she had struck a deal and she planned to honour it as long as she could.

As if the tight straps weren’t enough to restrain her, small padlocks were clipped onto many of the buckles to ensure there would be no unauthorized release from the harness.

Then Ray held up an item for Jessica’s inspection. “When your handler has this in his hands you must turn your back on him, spread your legs, and bend forward.” Jessica nodded to indicate she understood.

Ray and Kurt both laughed. “I’m your handler and this is in my hand. Can you remember what to do?”

Jessica glared at him, being trussed up in leather straps was bad enough, but she did not like to be mocked. She bent over to prepare for the inevitable.

“That’s it...spread your legs a bit wider...bend forward a little more. Perfect! This ass is crying out for a butt-plug don’t you think, Kurt?"

Kurt smiled and nodded in agreement.

Ray slowly inserted the lubricated butt-plug in Jessica’s anus, causing no more than an involuntary ‘mmmm’ from her.

“There you are. Didn’t hurt did it?

The butt-plug was connected to a 12” tail made from genuine black pony tail hair. Hidden in the base of the tail was a tiny bulb-pump that he squeezed between his finger and thumb several times. A balloon expanded in the body side of her anus, effectively locking the plug into her. He tugged on the tail to satisfy himself that it would stay in position.

Jessica stood up and felt the tail swish against the back of her thighs. The anal plug didn’t hurt. She was more concerned about the way it was affecting her. It felt more ‘interesting’ than she wanted How on earth could she run all day with it?

Ray attached a leash to the front of the harness and led an unsteady Jessica out into the courtyard; bells jingled on the boots as she walked. He took her onto the training track and started jogging alongside her.

“Come on, Jessica, keep up. Let's see if you’ve got what it takes.” Ray called out as they jogged. Jessica could run pretty well and even in the pony gear was not taxed by his pace. After a few laps of the track they stopped alongside a little pony carriage. It was designed for one person sat low behind the ponygirl. It was called a sulky, a form of carriage used mainly for training new ponygirls.

Jessica’s bridle had blinkers to block out her peripheral vision and a chain to hold her chin close to her chest. This made it impossible for her to see what Ray was doing behind her, but it was easy to guess! The shafts of the sulky were connected to Jessica’s harness.

“OK Jessica, you know your way round the track. Today you will run 12 kilometres. That’s 60 laps. You can take as long as you want, at any speed you want, stop when you need to, but no walking! We need to get you fit.” She felt a tap of Ray’s horse whip on her thigh. “Off you go!”

TRACKS OF HER TEARS

Trudging around the gravel track for dozens of mind-numbing laps, towing around the unmanned but ballasted sulky, taking several breaks for rest and water, Jessica wished she had kept a proper count. She was worried that they might not tell her when she had finished. Tired and bored, and straining against her tight harnessing Jessica considered making a dash for freedom while she was at the far side of the track, amusing herself at the surreal image of a fully harnessed ponygirl on the loose dragging a laden sulky behind her. No... a better plan was to keep on doing the laps until she was taken back to her cell. The trainee ponygirl continued for lap after lap until she was too tired to think of anything at all.

Hours later Jessica turned the corner into the home straight and saw Ray standing with feet apart, muscular arms crossed, as if determined to prevent Jessica from taking another lap without permission! With a few simple words of encouragement, he grabbed her halter rein and led her back to the Lodge.

They stopped off in the courtyard where Ray clipped Jessica’s harness to a fence post. She soon found out what the chalk marks on her thigh were for. She’d acquired themduring the course of the day. Ray put a few marks on her when she started talking during a water break, a couple more were added when she walked instead of ran. Now the seven chalks marks were converted into seven hits with the paddle on her bare ass.

Still harnessed and bridled, Jessica could do nothing to prevent Ray’s meticulous application of the paddle. It was all so calm and matter-of-fact. Ray wasn’t angry with her, he even whistled as he whipped! The hollow wop sound that accompanied the hard sting in her buttocks seemed to reverberate around the courtyard.

After Jessica’s statutory spanking Ray begun talking with a man who had been watching from a distance. Perhaps, like a bee to honey he’d been attracted by the sound of her spanking?

“Hey there Doctor Schmidt, time for the first jab?” Ray asked the man.

“Ya, ve give a jab every two days.” the German Doctor said. “Is good. You vill soon see a big improvement from her.” He prepared a syringe from a small wooden case with ‘GDR’ stencilled in black. Doctors of the Former East German Olympic Team are never out of work.

Jessica felt the needle plunge into her reddened and stinging buttock as its mysterious load was deposited within her.

Soon after the injection, Ray took Jessica back to her cell and began stripping her of the ponygirl accoutrements. Ray found the release valve on the butt-plug and pulled it out carefully, holding the soiled plug before her eyes. “See! No blood, just a little brown stuff as expected.” He tossed it onto the floor of the shower area.

After being stripped of her tight constricting harness Jessica carefully examined the deep indentations in her flesh. “Dammit Ray, those straps were tight,” she complained.

“It’s better that way, it’s the chafing from loose straps you should worry about. How are your feet?”

LUCY, THE PUSSY-GIRL

After two hours of polishing Jessica felt proud of her shining leather straps and boots. Lucy, one of the blonde pussy-girls brought her supper on a tray and an hour later returned to secure her for the night. They chatted amiably, although bunnies like Jessica were disdainful of pussy-girls: Brainless, spineless and a disgrace to the female sex. There were always new pussy-girl jokes doing the rounds in Jessica’s old bunny camp.

“Hey Lucy. Did you hear about the pussy-girl who broke her nose?” Jessica asked the unsuspecting pussy-girl.

“Noooo. What happened?” Lucy enquired, eager to hear the latest Island gossip.

“Yeah. She spotted a dildo under a glass table!”

“Ha ha, very funny!” Lucy replied, not in the least offended. She held out a pair of handcuffs. “Now lay back on the bed and place your hands on the cell bars.”

Jessica obeyed, moving her arms either side of her head. The pussy-girl clicked handcuffs around her wrists trapping one of the vertical bars between them. They were normal handcuffs except for the longer chain connecting them. Jessica tugged at the cuffs in mild frustration, but this was light bondage compared to what she usually endured.

“I don’t understand. Why do you have to cuff me when I’m already locked in my cell?”

“Island rules!” Lucy explained. “All women on the island are restrained at night, including me and the other pussy-girls, the females visitors; even the Filipina housemaids have agreed to be chained to their beds at night. They don’t like it at first but they soon accept it, and their husbands seem quite happy with this arrangement. You’re lucky Jessica. The ponygirls have a good life here. Isn’t this better than being on the beach?”

Jessica was left pondering that question as Lucy departed, turning off the main light as she went.

THE RINGED PONY

The second training day was much like the first. Lap upon lap of the track in order to build up Jessica’s stamina. Despite her best efforts she still acquired a small collection of chalk marks on her thighs. She was disappointed to be told that her previous night’s tack polishing had not been up to standard, so she earned two chalk marks before she had even left her cell.

Jessica knew that at some point she would receive the piercings of a ponygirl but had no idea it would be as soon as her second day. She was taken to the Prep Room within the Lodge. This room was something between a beauty parlour and a surgery. It contained every conceivable device for piercing, branding, tattooing and other beautifications.

Still strapped within her harness but with her hands temporarily free Jessica was fixed into the Star Frame. This was a upright steel device the size of a double door opening. Padded leather cuffs on Jessica’s wrists and ankles were attached to each corner. An electric motor whirred and the slack disappeared from the four connecting wires. Jessica found herself stretched out then suspended in mid-air as her wide open legs lost contact with the floor.

The electric motor whirred a couple more times, tugging on Jessica’s limbs, stretching her to such a degree that she feared the next hit of the motor would simultaneously dislocate her four limbs. Thankfully the motor stayed silent and the suspended X-shaped Jessica nervously awaited the arrival of the doctor.

A man and a woman came into Jessica’s sight. Carole, the Island’s beautician and Jurgen Schmidt, the ‘jab’ doctor.

“Time for your piercing!” Carole announced with a warm smile as if presenting Jessica with a birthday present. Her fingers tweaked and squeezed Jessica’s substantial nipples, as the doctor approached with a sterile wipe and the piercing gun.

Jessica struggled instinctively, wresting the nipple from Carole’s grasp, but stretched and suspended she knew she was merely delaying the inevitable.

Carole stood back and waggled a finger disapprovingly. “Jessica honey, I know it’s a cliche, but ‘resistance IS futile’. You don’t want to run around with lopsided nipple rings do you?”

Resigned to her fate Jessica hung limply in her bonds and hoped her piercing torture would be over quickly.

Half and hour later, with permanent rings in her nipples and eight thick rings in her labia, an exhausted and hurting Jessica was finally released from the suspension device. Carole carefully explained how to care for her piercings and gave her the necessary supplies, then Jessica was delivered back to her cell.

Her evening was taken up with polishing her leather tack and caring for her piercings. After reading a couple more chapters of Black Beauty a pussy-girl arrived to chain her to the bed. Jessica was tired and gladly submitted to the pussy-girl. It meant another day was over.

Jessica laughed as she lay back on the bed in the darkness toying with the handcuff’s chain between her fingers. ‘Don’t play with the piercings’ Carole had instructed. Well, at least that order was easy to follow!

BACK TO THE BEACH

Several days (and several of the Doctor’s special jabs) later Jessica was thrilled to know that she was going on a trip that morning. After being harnessed in the usual fashion she was led out to be attached by a three meter bungee cord to the rear of a pony trap.

At first it was easy, trotting behind the pony pair at a gentle pace, yet it was somehow embarrassing too. It was a lowly and undignified position running behind a pony trap, but what could she do? If she didn’t run she would fall. If she protested she would be beaten.

Jessica’s belief in her ability as a runner were severely tested once the ponygirl pair ahead of her hit full stride. She could barely keep up even though the ponygirls were having to pull the cart and the driver. It was a total humiliation as she fell to the ground in an exhausted heap when they reached the first stop of the day.

She recognized their location once she recovered her breath. They were back at the beach cabin where she had spent the previous six months as a beach bunny. Jessica prayed none of her friends from the cabin would see her in such a wretched state.

After the pony driver had delivered the breakfast to the beach bunnies they were back on the trail again. Jessica fought back the tears as she trotted away from the cabin realising how much she missed her friends - especially her best buddy Kate!

IN TROUBLE

Perhaps it was the lack of human interaction during her training, but Jessica had become increasingly irritable during her weeks in pony training. This had culminated in her kicking a man as he ‘inspected’ her. It happened when she was left tied up in the courtyard awaiting the day’s punishments and yet another jab. An unknown man came up behind her, out of her line of sight, and began to aggressively grope her pussy, cruelly tugging on the still-new labia rings and pulling on her pony tail. She reacted instinctively by kicking out behind her. The single kick connected more firmly than she expected. It must have been the added weight of the pony-boots!

Ray, to his credit, came to her defence when the injured man reported her. “Ponies kick! What do you expect if you touch them without first announcing your presence? Remember they are just dumb animals. You have to build up their trust,” he explained to the man nursing his aching kneecap.

“Dumb animal my ass! That bitch is dangerous!” the man muttered to himself as he limped away.

Regardless of Ray’s reassuring support for his trainee pony, Jessica knew she was in trouble again.

PUNISHMENT

Jessica was on her bed, sat back to the wall, legs outstretched and reading The Horse Whisperer, waiting for Lucy to chain her up for the night. She heard footsteps coming into the cell block; not the rapid clip-clip of a pussy-girl’s regulation high heels but a man’s soft casual stride as if he were inspecting the surroundings with each step he took. Master Alex appeared outside the bars of her cell. He wasn’t smiling. Jessica tossed the book down and stood up obediently and with a degree of trepidation. The arrival of Master Alex was too much of a coincidence, coming on the same day as her kicking out at the visitor.

“Have you finished cleaning your tack?” He enquired.

“Yes, Master Alex,” Jessica replied, eyes cast downwards.

“Very good, then come up to the cell bars.”

She did so and stood face to face with her nemesis. Her dark eyes looked directly into his steely-grey yet warm communicative eyes. She wondered what might happen if those thick steel bars weren’t between them. She stayed silent.

“Now turn around and put your hands behind you and through the bars,” he commanded softly.

When she did as he instructed she felt the familiar steel of handcuffs being clicked around her wrists. With her hands fixed either side of a vertical bar Jessica could do nothing except stay leaning back against the cool bars of her cell. Master Alex blindfolded her with a strip of black silk, his hands trailing over her face like a lover; softly, except for the final harsh tug on the knot which made her tremble. Jessica was not unhappy with the imposed darkness, it made a change from staring at the cell walls.

Master Alex’s hands reached through the bars around her body and caressed her breasts. She could feel his breath tickling her neck. His hands repeatedly squeezed and released her breasts, eliciting, despite herself, an increasingly vocal response from her. Damn! She hated herself for how easily she becoming aroused, and the proximity of his body against hers, even with the bars between them, was more pleasurable than she would dare to admit.

His hands soon deserted her breasts and she sensed his body move away from the bars. Jessica listened carefully for a hint of what was next. She heard a light buzzing sound - a vibrator. Master Alex resumed his position behind her and his left hand returned to its respective breast, toying lovingly with its still sensitive piercing. Jessica spread her legs a little in anticipation of what was coming. After a little tentative probing, the dildo slowly entered her vagina. Once again she could feel Alex’s breath upon her neck. After several weeks of enforced sexual abstinence Jessica was only too pleased to be brought to orgasm even in such a crude backstreet fashion as this. She knew that another couple of minutes of the vibrator would push her over the edge.

...but it wasn’t to be. The vibrator was suddenly withdrawn and Master Alex stepped away from Jessica’s warm and yielding body.

“Please don’t kick our guests again, Jessica... sleep well.” was all Master Alex said as he left the cell block, leaving Jessica chained to the cell bars.

“Hey! I’m a ponygirl... You can’t leave me like this... Ponies are supposed to sleep lying down!...Isn’t that one of your rules?” Jessica shouted out, but hearing the door slam halfway through her protestation she knew she had just been given her punishment.

It took some minutes before the tearful Jessica figured out that she didn’t have to remain standing. She could slip down the vertical bar and sit on the concrete floor. It was depressing knowing she wouldn’t be sleeping on her comfortable bed, but rather on the concrete floor beside it. Realizing she could partly alleviate her plight, she reached up with her foot and gripped the blankets from the bed between her toes. Although her hands were cuffed behind her to the cell bar she managed to make a nest of the blankets between her body and the floor and settled down to a frustrating and miserable night.

PAIRED UP

Several more weeks of solo training took place before Jessica was considered strong enough for real pony duties. During that time, the intensive training, combined with Dr. Schmidt’s Olympian drugs routine, had given Jessica a musculature in her legs that she could scarcely have dreamed of.

Jessica’s piercings had ‘matured’ well, thanks to the Doctor’s specialist treatment. That meant the all-important reins could be attached to them. That first day, when Ray tested each of her rings and then attached the leather reins to them, was something Jessica would never forget. Ray and Jessica both shared a nervous excitement at the process, Jessica knew she had become aroused by Ray’s manipulations. Tiny padlocks fixed a pair of reins to each of her nipple rings, the upper reins threading through her bridle either side her cheeks. The lower reins again originated at her breasts but led downward to meet though a single ring near her navel before being threaded through her labia rings (as in a Y shape) and from there back between her legs into the hands of her pony driver.

If that wasn’t excitement enough for Jessica she then saw something in the courtyard that made her swallow hard. It was the standard Rabbit Island pony trap. This was a single axle carriage with a narrow two-person seat atop and a storage box underneath the seat. Standing proud, like a living statue six feet ahead of the driver’s seat was a ponygirl, already connected to the front of the T shaped shaft by straps on her harness. Alongside the ponygirl at the top of the T was a vacant place for Jessica; where short connecting straps dangling invitingly, as if ready the ensnare the new ponygirl.

Ray backed her up into position and started securing her, and Jessica became aware that even standing shoulder to shoulder she couldn’t see her new partner. With the hated martingale chain (the one that limited the lifting and turning of the head), and the side blinkers on her bridle, and now with the straps that fixed her to the shaft all she could do was stare at the track straight ahead of her.

INNOVATIONS

Having a new pony pair in training seemed the ideal time to introduce the latest innovation in pony trap design. Previously, to encourage or chastize the ponies, the driver would have to plant accurate whip strokes on each pair of buttocks in close succession. It was quite literally a hit and miss affair, and the whip unfairly ‘favored’ the ponygirl on the whip hand side of the driver. Now, thanks to an ingenuous device from England that problem was solved.

Bolted on the shaft, nine inches back from the ponygirl’s naked buttocks, the new equipment was a small battery powered rotary device. It spun rapidly, launching two leather cords with a speed and accuracy that ensured that all four pony buttocks received equal and properly weighted attention. A wire trailed from the device, down the shaft and ended in a small three-button remote control for the driver.

Ray mounted the padded bench seat on the trap and took some moments to organize the various reins that connected him so intimately with his ponies. As he drew in the slack from the lower reins, the ponygirls’ ringed nipples were pulled downwards to their full extent, signalling that the ponygirls should remain stationery. Ray pushed the first button on the whipper control. The whipping action was so quick that he didn’t even see it, but a shocked squeak was emitted from both ponygirls. Perfectly synchronised!

After pressing the second button Ray was in no doubt about the effectiveness of the device as the ponygirls’ squeaks turned into loud squeals! He watched with delight as his ponygirls squirmed helplessly in their harnesses for a moment before regaining their composure. They’d definitely felt that one, and a red mark appeared on each of four buttocks to confirm its effectiveness. His finger hovered over the third button, but he decided to resist temptation for a little longer.

With an eagerly anticipated tug of the upper reins he was under way with his new team. It was a messy and frustrating morning, coaxing and cajoling his ponies into working as a unit. It was also hard on the ears. The bells on the pony boots were supposed to ring out a harmonious rhythm, the left bells ringing out B and the right D#. When they were in step with each other it was a pleasing sound, otherwise it was an infuriating noise, liable to give the driver a headache.

The third button on the whipping control impressed Ray greatly, though the ponygirls considerably less so! It delivered a stinging lash to the back of the thighs. This instant punishment soon taught his ponygirls to behave, even if it did leave them whimpering in self-pity for a few moments afterwards. Jessica felt particularly bad when she realized her misbehavior resulted in the same lashes being delivered to Debbie as well as herself.

Considering it was Jessica’s first day, it hadn’t been so bad. Having had her chalk marks converted into paddle strokes as usual, Jessica and her red buttocks were safely back in the cell. Tired but satisfied, Ray headed straight to the bar for a cool beer, ready to recount his day’s experiences to whoever wanted to listen.

REWARDED

A few days later Master Alex visited Jessica’s cell again. It was the first time she had seen him since he teased and punished her several weeks ago.

Once again he cuffed her hands behind her back, thus securing her to the bars. And again he blindfolded her.

“Please Master Alex, what have I done?” Jessica asked, genuinely bewildered at receiving the same punishment again.

“You’ve done nothing that I know of. Except that Ray says that you are now properly broken in.”

“But that’s good... Isn’t it?”

“Sure it is! That’s why I thought I’d pay you another visit. I think we have some unfinished business.” Alex teased her, his hands already at work on her breasts. “Relax Jessica, just let yourself go.”

“Ok Jessica, time for bed.” Alex announced. She could hear the chain links of her ‘bed-cuffs’ in his hands. Jessica groped around until she found her small towel and quickly wiped the moisture from her body. She laid back on the bed, pulled a sheet over her and stretched out her arms so that her hands were outside of the bars. It was always the same routine except usually she had to submit to whichever pussy-girl was given the task.

Master Alex slowly clicked the cuffs on her wrists as if savoring the moment. Then, as he moved away she felt his finger run tenderly across her hand, and she knew it was really a kiss.

GRADUATION

Just two weeks of intensive training were needed before Jessica and Debbie were ready to take the trial. After a comprehensive physical examination and an extensive time-trial that lasted the whole morning Jessica was awarded her plume - a beautiful ostrich feather ensemble that attached to the brow band of her bridle. Debbie re-acquired hers too, for ponygirls always work and are rewarded as a pair. After a quick rub-down and reapplication of the sun lotion that accentuated their impressive musculature so well, the cameras emerged from various pockets. That evening Rabbit Island subscribers around the world would see the photos and download movies of the ponygirls in full stride.

The view of a strong healthy ponygirl in her tight harness, with those reins so intimately attached and threaded was something that the Rabbit Island subscribers never tired of. ‘The most practical work of erotic art ever devised’ was how one visitor described them.

Jessica, just like the other ponygirls, had started to derive a peculiar enjoyment from the intimacy of the harnessing routine that took place every morning. Ray’s hands, whilst strong and efficient, also knew how to touch a woman’s body. If he had cast her to the ground and fucked her in her harness and bridle, she really would not have minded. But pony drivers never had sex with their ponies - it was a strict rule. (Readers, don’t cry for Ray - he still had 30 other females on Rabbit Island to choose from). Jessica also enjoyed what followed the harnessing process: A long hard run! Far stronger and fitter that she had ever been, her body seemed to crave the exercise. She was convinced that the regular injections administered by the doctor were more than just vitamins!

Why did the ponygirls feel such an affinity with a man that had bound them so tightly, whipped them so hard and made them run to the point of exhaustion? It was something Jessica and Debbie didn’t understand. In the evenings Jessica sat in her cell, reading, thinking her own thoughts, plotting her escape and how to get revenge on those that had enslaved her; yet when she was in harness alongside Debbie, she belonged completely and utterly to Ray and thought of nothing else except running well, being obedient and winning his approval. On the day of the trial she knew she had also won the approval of many others.

The real prize for Jessica came in the evening when she was moved to the pony quarters. It was all she had dreamt of for the last month and now she had made it! The small swimming pool and jacuzzi were delightful, but most of all it was the companionship of the other ponygirls that she appreciated. For the first time, despite several weeks harnessed alongside Debbie she would finally have the chance to talk to her pony partner.

Relaxing in the jacuzzi, a plastic cup of wine in her hand, laughing and joking with Debbie, Jessica could scarcely remember being so happy.

But how long would it stay that way?