PART II
The courtyard was tucked away behind the stables. Along the wall nearest the
main house were a number of covered bays where the traps, carriages and
pony-wagons were stored when not in use. There were also several fully closed
bays where the finest carriages and traps were kept. These were generally
reserved for special occasions or for Carolyn's use. Carolyn was Andreas'
partner and lover. She had little interest in his business dealings and was much
more at home on the island. In fact she had rarely left in the seven years she
had been there. She was essentially the lady of the estate. It had been as an
amusement for her that Andreas had acquired Beyonce. He knew she wanted a
dress-ponygirl for functions and Beyonce was a fine specimen. He had been to
some trouble to get her though and quietly hoped that his lover would not tire
of her quickly and not rapidly subject her to an unpleasant death. Like any
present a lover gives he wanted her to like it. He wanted to match the fantastic
brace of girls she had given them both as a recent gift. She had spent a long
time preparing them for Andreas. They were two sisters, both petite models for a
top agency based in Milan. Carolyn, who was herself an occasional but highly
respected fashion designer, had short-listed a few candidates and gone to the
Milan fashion week to see them in the flesh. She'd seen these two girls modeling
very revealing modern white leatherwear together. They were small, slim and
delicate looking. Carolyn loved the way their tiny frames and rib-cages reminded
here of Chihuahuas. They both had tiny, little breasts but she saw this as a
good challenge. Carolyn had presented them both to Andreas as a pair on a double
leash; they had undergone a dramatic transformation and rapidly became their
favorite pets.
Carolyn had just finished breakfasting while Beyonce was being dressed for the
day. Sat cross-legged on the expansive first floor balcony she took the day
newspaper and began reading. One of her maids carefully cleared away her tray.
"Does Mistress require anything else?"
"No"
"Yes, Mistress"
The maid tottered away locked in her 6 inch stilettos. Carolyn was a slight
woman about 5 feet 7, very fair skinned with light blond, almost white hair. Her
body, while slim and shapely, together with her petite, pretty face, gave the
impression of a very delicate, feminine and almost fragile woman. And while it
was certainly true that she was the perfect picture of a refined lady with their
employees, this was definitely not borne out in the exacting and often brutal
way she managed their slaves.
Beyonce was dragged out of the stables towards the centre of the courtyard.
While she was being dressed the stable hands had set up the training apparatus
and now Jen was looking forward to a hard morning's session. As Beyonce had been
pulled into the sunlight the dozen or so stable men all stopped to observe the
new ponygirl. Beyonce saw the beaming smiles break out on their faces as she
choked and jingled on her leash. She wanted to turn away, to put her legs
together, to cover her breasts with her arms. She started to cry. She felt so
humiliated she wanted to be anywhere but where she was right now. This made her
want to escape. She tried with all her strength to free her arms, shaking
herself madly from side to side. The futility of this, the constant ringing of
her despised titty-bells and the obvious joy of the men just made her more
desperate. Jen turned to look at her. Beyonce gave her a defiant look of hatred,
held her breath and tried to tear herself away from the leash. Her face was
turning red as the collar inflicted more of its choking panic on her. Jen
increased this by jerking it towards her, and then she started reeling the girl
in. Beyonce nearly overbalanced, it was impossible to stand her ground in her
platform heels, especially while she couldn't breathe. Jen thrust the leash
downwards so Beyonce had to lower her head. She grabbed a fistful of Beyonce's
thick Mohawk hair and sharply pulled her to the ground so that she knelt. She
took a device from her belt resembling a pair of ratcheted long-nose pliers and
thrust them up Beyonce's nose. She then tightened them harshly. The pain was
unbelievable. Beyonce couldn't think straight. One of the men came over and took
Beyonce's head from Jen, holding her down. Another man came over with a thick
brown leather crop. This was not the type of whip used to train and guide the
ponygirls; this was one for discipline and punishment. The thick leather at the
end had sharp metal fragments embedded to tear at the girl's skin. It was an
excellent training tool. Jen had found that a slave would not forget her
punishment. Often the mere sight of it hanging on a post in the courtyard would
be enough to make the girls think twice about any disobedience. She brought it
down hard on Beyonce's smooth, virgin bottom. Beyonce almost passed out and
struggled to catch her breathe, she just couldn't stand this much pain. Jen
savagely brought the whip down again and again working Beyonce's left buttock to
a tender, red, swollen mass of pain. The clamp in her nose was also unrelenting.
She started to throw up.
Jen took the nose clamp out and stood back. The stable man kept a tight grip on
Beyonce's hair but let her vomit. Jen handed the whip back and they let Beyonce
get her breath back. They didn't want her to pass out. Beyonce was pale and
quite terrified, she never knew pain like that existed. Her buttock was still
throbbing intensely. She took deep breaths and tried to control the urge to
vomit. Tears welled up in her eyes anew. She couldn't believe what was happening
to her. She heard the clicking of Jen walking back to her then her head was
jerked up so she was looking directly at her Japanese tormentress. Gone was the
playfulness and sadistic smile, her face was cold and harsh, the kind of face
that would gut you and string you up.
"Try that again and I'll have the skin off your back"
Beyonce drooled over the side of her open mouth, she swallowed and looked down.
She was terrified of her. She desperately didn't want to anger her again.
"Now. You will stand up and if I think that you are not trying as hard as you
can to be the most obedient and pleasing slave, I will give you pain like you
couldn't imagine. Now stand up" she ordered.
The man helped her up and took her leash.
"Eyes front. Stand straight. Keep your head up and your legs apart."
Beyonce hurriedly obeyed.
"Thrust out your breasts hard" Jen snapped.
There was a jingling as Beyonce pushed her chest out towards the man, as far as
it would go, lifting her breasts up towards him.
"When you are standing you will always adopt this posture", Jen lectured.
She put her mouth to Beyonce's ear and in a deadly serious tone said, "If you
ever look me in the eyes again I will remove your clitoris."
As an afterthought she added, "Don't ever think of looking at your Mistress like
that either. She has strong views that ponygirls who aren't submissive enough
need their raging hormones curbing. She will have you given a full and very
painful circumcision if she thinks that's the case."
Beyonce gulped and looked down. She wanted to be submissive, very submissive.
"Occasionally, if you are a very good ponygirl you may get your lips stroked a
little. You will show your appreciation of this by ringing your clitty-bell."
Jen nodded to the man holding the leash. He put his hand between Beyonce's legs
and started to gently stroke her hanging left pussy lip. Beyonce thought Jen had
meant her mouth but when she realized what she did mean she shook her hips. This
made her clitty-bell sound loudly and also moved her pussy against the caressing
fingers. The man smiled at this.
"Do you want to get yourself off little pony?" he grinned warmly. Beyonce didn't
know what to do, she was afraid to stop ringing her bell.
"Hold still there girl" the man said softly. He slipped his middle finger gently
through Beyonce's clit ring and softly tugging at it with his knuckle he
tenderly stroked her delicate love bud with his finger tip. He slowly massaged
all round the base of her clitoris. It felt lovely to Beyonce. It calmed her
down and briefly took her away from the horrors of the morning. He continued to
coax her clit to a tight, swollen pleasure nub. Beyonce closed her eyes, it felt
really good. Her breathing became shallow and she found herself pushing her clit
out towards him. He continued, getting her hotter and hotter.
"She's going to try very hard to be the best, most pleasing and sexiest little
ponygirl she can be, aren't you?" he stroked the side of her head and then took
his finger off her pussy.
Beyonce opened her eyes and looked at him. She was on the verge of insanity; an
emotional wreck .She quickly looked away and blushed. She couldn't believe how
she had responded to being touched. She knew that she should feel bad about it,
like her clit just had been raped but she had welcomed it as an act of kindness;
the only one she had been shown since her arrival on the island. She had
confusing feelings. She felt as if she wanted to make this man proud of her so
that he would look after her and protect her from Jen. She had an urge to be the
best damn ponygirl she could be for this man. It made her feel at the same time
very feminine and submissive and disturbingly perverted. She intellectualized it
by telling herself that she had no choice, she was, after all, sure that she did
not want to be whipped again. She squirmed a little on her dildos then drew
herself back up so she stood tall with her head right up. She forced her breasts
out as high as she could to the tall man in front of her and squared her stance
up to him; her legs parted enough to display herself before him.
He stepped back, still holding her leash. He gave it back to Jen who gave it a
tug. This time Beyonce immediately started clicking after her Japanese mistress.
The courtyard was quite huge really. Stone floored with creeping vines on the
sides of the buildings. Jen walked Beyonce slowly towards the training pieces in
the courtyard centre. The man walked alongside Beyonce.
"Lift your knees up high with each step" he said. Beyonce immediately complied.
The man moved behind her. He took a fine switch from his belt.
"Higher". He lightly snapped the switch on the back of each leg as she stepped.
Beyonce lifted each knee high in the air as she pranced after her mistress.
"Now keep your legs a little wider apart and I want to hear that clitty-bell
loud with every step"
Jen looked back over her shoulder as Beyonce started to open her pussy out more,
pumping her pelvis a little with each step to wiggle her clit more. It was still
firmly erect from her earlier touching. The movement of the bell was actually
quite stimulating and she started to exaggerate the movement.
"Good girl. That is how a sexy little mare should walk. You will walk like that
from now on." the man said.
Beyonce continued her pony-slut prance until they came to the training trap. It
was a single-seater lightweight two-wheeled buggy. There was a padded seat with
a foot rest and a cross bar that would pass over the drivers legs. The cross bar
had two fastenings where the girls reins could be wound. The buggy had a metal
rod coming from one side about twenty feet long, the other side of this was
fixed to the top of a sturdy pole in the ground by a greased pin fixing. The
buggy would thus only travel in circles about the pole. There was also a solid
looking hand-brake on the trap. The front, where the slave would be fixed,
consisted of two poles which currently rested on the ground. Between the poles
was a wide leather belt which lay open. The leather belt was attached to each
pole with a metal wheel-like fitting that would allow the poles to rotate
against the wearer as she moved up and down but would keep her securely fixed to
the trap. Beyonce was maneuvered between these, they were then lifted up and the
belt passed around the narrowest part of her cinched waist; it was then snuggly
fastened on. While the brake was on Beyonce would be firmly held where she was.
Jen un-clipped her leash.
"Posture", she snapped angrily.
Beyonce cursed herself for forgetting. She rapidly arranged herself as
pleasingly as she could; head really high and definitely not looking at Jen. She
thrust herself out as much as she could and widely showed her pussy off. She
waited nervously to see if she would be punished.
Jen walked behind her, turned and started walking back. Beyonce tensed. Jen came
back round in front of her holding a very long, thin red leather strap. It had a
gold clip on each end. Jen took Beyonce's nose-ring in one hand and clipped one
end to each of the pins on the side of Beyonce's bit.
"Now you will learn how to be a useful ponygirl. I expect my ponygirls to work
hard for me. Do you understand?"
Beyonce nodded her head.
"Ponies don't nod there heads" said Jen. She gave Beyonce a sharp thwack on her
thigh with her crop. Beyonce caught her breathe.
"To indicate that she understands a ponygirl rings her clitty-bell. Now show me"
Beyonce looked down and obediently rang her clitty-bell. Jen gave her a wide
patronizing smile.
"Does the little ponygirl want to start her training now?"
A brief pause then another ring. Jen fed her reins back to the driving seat.
"Excellent"
