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Subject: {ASSM} Pleasure Island - Part 9 (Repost)
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Allison is now in the last stages of being converted from a human
female to a full fledged pony girl. All of this training is with her
complete consent. Indeed, Alex has on several occasions attempted to
discourage her from continuing with the whole affair, enticing her with
large sums of money and her freedom. At each opportunity for escape,
she has flatly refused. She has even gone so far as to drop to her
hands and knees and beg for this continued mistreatment.

For the last several days Allison has been wearing any of several bit
and bridle combinations. At times she has been completely gagged with
the devices. Also, she has had her hands either attached to a thick
collar or held in a leather sleeve that is behind her back. She cannot
use her hands to eat as of this point. She has been taught to eat fast
while being beaten with a whip or riding crop. Also, she may not talk.
She must only make the sounds of a pony. If any other sounds are
uttered, she will be punished with the use of a very uncomfortable bit.
Discipline regarding these activities is very strict.

Allison currently is no longer called by her real name. A new name has
been given to her, Wildfire. Alex heard the song on the radio and
decided to name her after the pony in the lyrics. Ally liked it a lot.
So Alex had her name changed. This is a process done to all ponies so
that they tend to lose their identity.

I will now describe Wildfire's current situation. Wildfire is strapped
to what is referred to as a stationary pony rack. The rack is made from
high strength carbon fiber tubing. It is very light but very sturdy.
The rack has four vertical supports that have large feet attached to
them. Concealed in the feet are casters that can be lowered with the
aid of a small lever. When the casters are lowered, the rack becomes
mobile. Sometimes only the front casters are lowered and the pony must
lift the rear to make the rack mobile. At other times, all four wheels
are lowered and the rack is fully mobile. All vertical and horizontal
supports are adjustable. All but the front horizontal support are
usually set once and left that way. The front support is designed for
quick adjustment to raise and lower the pony's shoulders. This
adjustment can amount to a little over a foot of travel. Usually the
support is lowered to its maximum when the pony is at rest and raised
to full height when the pony is on display. The trainer usually sets
the height somewhere in between for a workout.

Wildfire is now strapped into this rack. Her sex is covered by a
specially treated leather sheath that funnels her urine into a
cartridge that is held inside the rear horizontal support. Thus, all
the pony's bodily functions can take place anywhere. There are no
bathrooms for the pony.

The rear of the pony is fitted with a special rubber insert. It is made
from a three inch diameter tube that extends fully eighteen inches into
the anus, bending as need be to enter the colon. The device is
connected to two rings that pierce her butt close to the hole. The end
is sealed with a special cap that allows air to escape as the tube
fills without fouling the air. There is a charcoal filter in the cap.

The pony has no bowel functions. The pony is cleaned out regularly by
having a large hose attached to the fitting and a vacuum applied. A
stream of water is introduced via a pressure hose that runs the entire
length of the large rubber tube. As a vacuum is applied, the water
washes out the pony's bowels. The machine that does all the work is
automatic and is tamper-proof. If water is not running, or a vacuum is
not felt, then the machine turns off. The machine monitors the
cleanliness of the waste water and begins pumping warm dry air through
the bowels when the water is clean.

Thus the pony will not use any normal bathroom. This has a tremendous
psychological effect on the pony. Some ponies feels like they are
losing part of their humanity. They are being turned into a
domesticated animal, so to speak. Others feel like they are regressing
back to early childhood. Since someone else is responsible for their
bodily functions, it reminds them of things such as having their
diapers changed and having accidents so to speak. This can really break
them down emotionally, much more than would be expected.

I will now describe the physical appearance of Wildfire, or how Alex
has decorated her. As I said, she is strapped to the pony rack. One
large strap, called the girth strap runs across the small of her back.
A thinner strap runs under her arms and across the back of her
shoulders. She is naked with the exception of a pair of pony boots.
These boots are hip boots with four inch long heels that are one inch
in diameter. The heels have a metal tip and the toes have a horseshoe.

Wildfire also wears an arm sleeve. Her arms are folded inside a leather
sleeve that runs from armpit to armpit. The ends of the sleeve have a
strap running to the three inch high leather collar around her neck.
Her wrists, that are inside the sleeve, have leather cuffs installed.
If there is a need to remove her arms from the sleeve, they can readily
be attached to several eyebolts located at several locations on the
rack. She never is allowed to have her hands free.

Wildfire's breasts are pierced with large rings just below the areolae.
 From each ring there hangs a large bell. Also, her nose is pierced with
another large ring. This ring is quite thick and is used at times to
lead the pony. A leash can be attached to the nose ring and the pony
can quite literally be led by the nose. Also, very often a bell is
attached to the nose ring to help enforce the lack of humanity that the
pony must endure.

Finally, I will describe the headgear and the horse tail that she is
currently wearing. Wildfire is wearing the large disk bit. This is a
bit with two inch diameter disks that fit inside each cheek. They are
connected by a bar that runs across the base of the tongue. Straps
around the back of her head, under her chin, and across the bridge of
her nose and extending over the top of her head, hold it in place.
There is a steel buckle at the connection above her nose with a hole in
it. This can hold any of a number of decorations, usually a feather
plume. The strap that extends from the bridge of the nose splits into a
'V' to accommodate a ponytail that is created by using a small version
of the leather collar. It has two small buckles that keep the pony tail
riding high.

Finally at her rear hangs a three foot long horse tail. This is made
from specially treated horsehair. Wildfire had a 'D' shaped ring that
has a threaded rod attached inserted into the muscle tissue just below
the top of her ass crack. The horsetail is bolted to the ring and
presses firmly into the crack. The end is slotted to allow the ring to
be concealed inside the mass of horse hair. The tail actually looks
like it is growing from the pony' rear.

It is now Sunday, the last day that Wildfire will be spending in the
hospital. It is now 10:00 A.M. Maggie (carrying a dish of pony mash)
and Alex enter the stables to find both Cindy and Alice awake and
watching Wildfire, who is still asleep. Her chin rests on a pillow that
has been placed on the shelf where her water and food trough are.
Almost as if on cue, Wildfire wakes up just as Alex enters the room.

"Good morning," Alex greets Wildfire, "Sleep well?"

Wildfire nods with an exaggerated up and down motion of her head and
whinnies, "Neeeeheeeeheeeheee."

"Great, this is your last day in the hospital. Tomorrow, we'll be
moving you to the stables at the castle. I think you'll enjoy it.
Maggie has some pony mash for you. We've switched to the final formula
just like you'll be eating in the stables. It has equal parts of
alfalfa and oats with honey and mashed bananas as the binder. We'll
change the binder from bananas to either applesause or mashed
strawberries to keep you from getting bored with your feed. In a little
while I'll be taking you out for your first trot. It's a bit dreary
outside. It's raining a little and only sixty degrees. I'll have you
wear something to keep you warm though, so don't worry. Now... I bet
you're starved. You only had one little can of mash yesterday."

Wildfire nodded and whinnied. She knew what was coming. She was about
to get a whipping as well as a meal. Somehow this didn't bother her as
much as she thought it might. She prepared herself mentally and tried
to remember the lessons that had been taught her over the last week.
She nodded and whinnied again, "Neeeeheeeeheeeheee."

Maggie took the pillow from the shelf and removed the food trough. She
took it to the sink and washed it before filling it with the fresh load
of pony mash. The trough sat in front of the pony's face. Wildfire
lifted her rear and moved herself close to the trough. She concentrated
on the task at hand and waited for the order.

While Maggie was preparing the meal, Alex went to the wall and pulled
down a black leather crop. He carefully examined it or wear, but found
none. "Good," he thought, "this will do nicely."

Alex saw that all was ready, including his pony girl. Whack! "Begin!"
he ordered.

Wildfire attacked the food with reckless abandon, but had lost some of
her technique in the last day. Alex spotted this at once and gave her a
bit of encouragement. Whack! "Faster girl! You know better," he chided.
Wildfire moved her mouth as fast as she could. In no time at all the
mash was gone. Before she started licking, she raised her head and took
a deep breath. Alex immediately applied several strokes of the crop to
her backside. Whack, whack, whack, whack, "What do you think you're
doing. Get your head back down into that trough. I didn't tell you to
stop. Get that tongue out and clean your plate."

Wildfire's rear burned with pain from the strokes. She had to obey. The
pain was too great not to. She just wanted to catch her breath. She
realized that Alex would have no part of it. Her head quickly dove back
down into the plate and she began licking the last bits of gruel as
fast as she could.

Alex, in the meantime had struck up a conversation with Maggie, Alice,
and Cindy. There wasn't anything specific that they talked about, just
idle gossip and shooting the bull. All this time, Alex kept an eye on
his pony. Every now and then he would give her a whack just to keep her
attention focused.

Wildfire was in a strange state. She felt as if she was in a trance.
She was using her tongue on the now clean plate. She was almost
completely exhausted but she continued to lick. She wanted to avoid the
crop. But Alex continued to apply the crop at odd intervals. She could
not escape the crop completely. Also, Alex was talking to the other
girls... "No, that's not right. They are the only girls in the room.
I'm a pony. I'm no longer considered human," she realized, "They were
all treating me like an animal now." Her tongue continued its pace.

After Alex had let her lick the plate for a full ten minutes, he
ordered her to stop. "That's enough. Now, drink some water before the
girls clean you up. I've got to get your work rack and a few other
things. I'll be back in half an hour. Girls, clean her good," Alex
ordered.

"Yes master," Alice said.

Maggie left the room with Alex as Cindy and Alice took Wildfire over to
the bathing station in the corner of the room. "Why do you have to go
back to the castle?" she asked.

"I forgot the damn pony jacket. I should have thought of it when I saw
it raining."

"Oh, and she'd gonna need one too. The weather is raw as hell outside.
This weather is really weird. Just a few days ago it was ninety degrees
during the day. Today we'll be lucky if it reaches seventy. Go figure!"
Maggie said.

"Yea, anyway, I'll be back in a little while. I want to check on the
final arrangements for tomorrow. Oh, almost forgot, did they deliver
the pony racks?"

"Yea, they delivered the work rack and the leisure rack early this
morning. Didn't you see them? They were in the stables near the left
wall."

"My brain must be in going soft on me. I didn't even see them. Guess
I've been preoccupied."

"You've got that right. With all that's happened in the last week,
Sandy and now this girl. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"You already have," Alex said. He bent down and kissed Maggie on the
lips and left the building.

Alex entered the castle stables and found Arnie discussing the
disposition of a pony with a stable hand. "....From what I've seen, he
just needs a tiny bit of encouragement. Maybe if you promise to let him
please you if he runs well? You've been at this for a year or so. Just
do what's right."

Before Arnie stood a beautiful female trainer dressed in leather boots,
skirt, and vest. Her breasts were barely covered. She wore a brown
leather belt from which hung a riding crop and a coiled whip. Her name
was Donna. Her real name was Marla, but she picked up the name of Donna
because she was the spitting image of Madonna. Some people actually
thought she was Madonna, but everyone shrugged off the idea as pure
lunacy.

"Hey man, how's things going? Everything ready for tomorrow?" Alex
asked Arnie.

"Sure, as long as you did your part. I've set up a schedule for her. We
have her from 8:00 A.M. until noon. Then you get her till six. Then we
have her till the following day. We can only keep this up for the first
week. I can't give her the proper training if you want it to go any
longer than that," Arnie said.

"One week's fine. Sounds good. Hey, do you have her pony jacket. I need
to trot her today and it's too raw outside for her to go out naked."

"Yea, wait a minute. I'll get it."

Arnie disappeared around a corner and returned a couple of minutes
later with a strange garment. "One female pony jacket. I picked up a
hood too," Arnie stated.

"Thanks, do you have any other instructions or preparations that I need
to do to her?" Alex asked.

"No, I don't think so. Just deliver her here tomorrow as early as
possible. The first day is usually a long one and you're taking her
from us at noon. Ball bit her and bring her over. You gonna march her
or do you need the trailer?"

"I was going to march her if it's not too warm."

"It's a three mile trot. Are you sure you want to do that? You'll have
to get her out by six if you want to be here early enough."

"I think she can handle it. And it's usually cool enough at that time
so she won't have a problem with overheating. I think we'll march.
It'll help make up for the time she'll lose during the week."

"OK, just keep a close eye on her. Take a mobile phone along. Call us
if she gets into trouble. I don't need a lame pony in my stables."

"You know me better than that. I've yet to get carried away with
marching a pony. Oh, almost forgot. What is it with me? If I'm going to
march her, you'll have to arrange to pick up the leisure rack tomorrow.
I'll have her sleep in it tonight so she gets used to it. Then I'll put
her in the work rack for the march over. Can you manage?" Alex asked.

"Can do. Hey, I've got work to do. I'll have to catch you later. Oh, do
you have a preference for trainer?"

"I didn't until I just saw you talking to Donna. What about her? Does
she have an opening?"

"Let me check." Arnie went into a glass enclosed office and returned
with a large book. "By chance she is. I'll set it up and tell her. By
the way, Wildfire's stall is 22."

"22, got it," Alex confirmed.

"Hey, I've got a question for you. Are you sure that really isn't
Madonna?" Arnie asked showing a big toothy grin.

"Ah, come on, give me a break!" Alex said as he turned his back and
left. As Alex entered the limo, he shook his head and snickered.

While Alex was at the castle, Wildfire was being bathed and cleaned
out. Alice removed the leather boots, collar, arm sleeve and hair strap
as before. Cindy tied her reins to the eyebolts. Cindy hooked up the
vacuum and pressure hoses and started the machine. Wildfire's teeth
were again brushed and a sponge ball that was soaked with mouthwash was
stuffed in her mouth. The cartridge was removed from the rear brace.

Cindy and Alice proceeded to scrub Wildfire from head to toe. They used
large sponges on most of her body. They used a soft bristle brush on
her sex. Alice applied shampoo and washed Wildfire's hair. Warm water
washed all the suds away. Finally, the sponge was removed from her
mouth, the hoses were disconnected, and a new cartridge was inserted.
Wildfire was led to the drying area where Alice and Cindy used hair
dryers and towels to dry her entire body. Cindy used an anti-bacterial
spray on the pony's sex and reconnected the leather sheath. Alice
formed a new ponytail in Wildfire's hair, put the collar back on, and
buckled the bridle.

As Cindy was putting the boots back on the pony, she asked Alice about
the arm sleeve, "Should we put the sleeve back on her?"

"Oh yea, that's right. Alex is getting a pony jacket. The jacket has to
go on first. No, just leave her wrists clipped to the supports for now.
Alex will remove them when he puts the jacket on her," Alice explained.

"Fine with me," Cindy said.

All this time Wildfire wondered what they were talking about. She had
now gotten used to the idea that each day would be full of surprises.
She wondered now about this pony jacket. What was so special about a
pony jacket. Of course she would need her arms free to put into the
sleeves. This much she could guess. Something in her mind caused her
some concern about this piece of apparel. She didn't know exactly what
it was, but she was becoming afraid of it.

As time went by Wildfire became more relaxed. The cleaning and bathing
were done. She actually enjoyed it this time. Oh, it wasn't a sexual
pleasure of any sort. It was just that it was nice to be clean. She
wondered just how far she could 'get into the part' so to speak. She
realized that she was hooked now on the wild experience. She still
didn't understand why though. This stuff went against every sense of
morals that she had been taught. It was animal lust. It was sinful. But
she thought, "Who cares! I'm enjoying it, and I'm not hurting anyone.
So what's the big deal. I've tasted the forbidden fruit, haven't I?
Maybe they should have named me Eve!"

As these thought processes had just about ended, Alex entered the room
carrying the pony jacket and a hood. "Miss me?" he asked Wildfire as he
patted her on the rump.

Wildfire nodded and whinnied.

Alex saw that Wildfire's wrists were attached to the supports instead
of bound in the arm sleeve. "Good thinking, girls," he said as he
looked at Cindy and Alice, "Guess you realized she was going to need a
pony jacket. That's good thinking."

"Thank you master," Alice said for both of them.

Alex walked over to the work rack that was against the wall and wheeled
it over to his pony. He untied her reins and pulled her around so that
she could get a good look at it. "This is a work rack. It's essentially
the same as the rack you're now on except it's made for heavier duty.
The tubes are reinforced with a lightweight steel and have diagonal
braces in several locations. Also, notice the fact that there are no
pads on the feet. And the casters are larger. The wheels are twelve
inches in diameter so they will roll better on dirt and grass."

Wildfire stared at the new rack and realized that it was almost the
same as the rack in the book 'Pony Girls". Alex and whoever else had
designed this contraption had really done their homework. She
remembered reading that book and seeing the pictures in the centerfold.
When she saw the wheels, she realized that they would just sink in on
dirt or grass. Alex had taken care of that by making the wheels very
large. "So," she thought, "this is where I learn to trot."

Alex unbuckled the rear sex sheath and the shoulder strap. He unbuckled
Wildfire's wrists. He also removed the girth strap at her waist. He had
her stand upright. This allowed him access to the buckle on the front
of her sex. He removed the strap from her top sex ring. She was finally
free of the pony rack.

Now Alex took the pony jacket and showed it to Wildfire. "It's a little
chilly outside. I picked up something for you to wear. It's called a
pony jacket. It's made of a sturdy, waterproof leather. I think red
leather becomes you. Notice the holes for your breasts. The holes are
lined with rubber rings that are two inches smaller than your breasts.
When I put the jacket on you, your breasts will stick through the holes
and bulge from the pressure. You'll only feel a little uncomfortable
for a while. Also, the waist is two inches smaller than normal. This
will help make your breasts bulge too. Now let's put it on."

Wildfire showed no resistance whatsoever. The jacket had roller buckles
in the back plus a zipper that would conceal the buckles when all was
cinched up tight. The jacket was actually more of a vest, as it was
sleeveless. Wildfire put her hands through the arm holes and looked
down at her breasts. They were already bulging and Alex hadn't even
applied any pressure yet.

Alex went behind Wildfire and attached the twelve buckles. The straps
were very heavy, made from high quality pigskin. The buckles were
spaced evenly along the length of the jacket. The term Jacket was very
appropriate for this item because it was, in fact, a modified straight
jacket.

Alex, at first simply took up the slack on all the straps. Then he
tightened the straps one at a time, increasing the tension on the
straps one hole at a time. When he had moved all the straps six holes,
he checked his work. Wildfire was in good condition. The lower part of
the jacket was almost closed. The upper part was closing nicely but
needed a little more tension than the bottom. The rubber rings were
almost seated and her breasts were bulging nicely. He walked in front
of her and grabbed her right nipple ring and pulled slightly. As he did
so he massaged the breast through the rubber ring a little. He repeated
the process for the other breast. He patted her on the head and went
behind her once more. Now he tightened each of the top straps two more
holes and checked again. Wildfire did not resist although Alex knew she
was in pain. The rubber rings were now fully seated. He tightened the
bottom buckles one more notch. To finish, he connected the zipper at
the bottom and zipped it all the way to the top, thus covering all the
straps and buckles.

Alex now took Wildfire over to the new pony rack, the work rack. First
he had to attach the front sex sheath to the ring at the top of her
slit. Then she was bent over and both the girth strap and the shoulder
strap were buckled. Alex performed some minor adjustments to the rack.
The upper body horizontal supports were too long. He shortened them by
and inch or two. Also the rear support was two inches too short. This
he raised. Wildfire had to stand more upright.

Alex buckled the rear sheath to the ring between Wildfire's sex and her
ass crack. Now that her sex was covered and the cartridge was in place,
she relieved herself. All this activity was making her nervous. This
produced a need to go. So she did.

The next detail to attend to was her arms. At the moment they were
free. This was soon remedied by Cindy, who on a cue from Alex took the
arm sleeve she had thoughtfully picked up and laid it on Wildfire's
back. Alex and Cindy guided the pony's arms back and inserted them in
the sleeve. The sleeve was buckled to her collar and zipped close.
Wildfire's arms were again folded behind her back.

Alex took Wildfire's reins and pulled her over to a large cabinet. From
the cabinet he took two leather bags. He attached these to the
horizontal supports on each side of the rack. "Saddle bags!" he
explained.

"Stay here," he then ordered.

Alex went over to Alice who was holding the hood that Alex had brought
back with him. It was made of the same shiny red leather as the pony
jacket. He returned to Wildfire. "I'm going to remove your bit so I can
put this hood on you. Whatever you do, don't talk! If you do, I'll
guarantee that you'll suddenly become very uncomfortable," Alex warned.

Alex unbuckled the bridle and removed the bit. He washed the bit at a
nearby sink and placed it in the right side saddle bag. Now he took the
hood. The hood had openings for the mouth, nose, and eyes. The eyes had
cups on them to limit the pony's vision. They were blinders. At the top
of the hood was a hole for Wildfire's pony tail. At the back, the hood
was zippered. Alex placed the hood on Wildfire, guiding her hair
through the hole, and zipped it closed.

"Open wide," Alex ordered.

Wildfire now opened her mouth as wide as she could. Alex turned his
back to her and took a new bit from the closet. When Wildfire saw the
star bit in his hands she balked.

"No, please don't use that one! Oh, no!" she said as she suddenly
realized that she had blatantly disobeyed Alex.

"What was that? Now, I warned you. You just broke three rules. One, you
disobeyed a direct order. Two, you spoke without permission. Three, you
complained about your treatment. That's stupidity three times over. I
thought you were smarter than that. No matter, I'll just teach you a
little about silence."

Alex turned his back on Wildfire. She couldn't see what he was doing.
It looked like he was doing something to the bit, but she couldn't tell
what it was. Alex continued to lecture as he worked, "Something you
must always remember is that no matter how bad things are made for you,
we always have something held in reserve that will make it worse.
Remember, you had a bunch of chances to back out. Now that you're in it
all the way, you have no say. Yes, that's an excellent way of putting
it. You can't say anything about how we treat you. Now I'm going to fix
it so that you can't even mumble. Open wide."

As Alex gave this order, he turned around. He still held the star bit.
Wildfire now noticed a quarter inch diameter threaded rod extending
from the cross bar. Alex placed the bit in her mouth and buckled it
behind and around her head. The rod extended out of her mouth by about
two inches. Now Alex took a three inch long, one inch thick soft rubber
football that was sandwiched between metal washers and pushed it onto
the rod. "Wider," he ordered. The pony obeyed and the small football
was pressed into her mouth.

Alex wasn't through yet. Now he took a plastic knob with a long shaft
and threaded it onto the rod. As he turned the knob, the sponge
football was pressed farther back into her mouth until the rear end
contacted the cross brace at the base of her tongue. When the football
could travel no farther, it was flattened between the washers, forming
a three inch diameter donut. Wildfire groaned as her jaw was forced
open by the expanding rubber. "Now you know better, don't you?" Alex
taunted her as he gave the knob a final quarter turn. It seated firmly
and could be tightened no more.

Wildfire nodded and tried as best as she could to force a whinny past
the gag.

As the ball spread her jaw open, it stretched her cheeks and pushed
them into the stars that filled them. Now her cheeks hurt, her breasts
felt as though they would explode and her tongue was pressed down and
back into her mouth. She was truly confined as she could never imagine.
She endured everything up to this point. Indeed, even this pony jacket,
as Alex had called it, she had endured. Her breasts were bulging out
like balloons. And they hurt. Everything was endurable except for what
was in her mouth at this moment. This wasn't fun at all. She would have
to endure it, but she was absolutely certain that she would never give
them reason to use this device again. That, she assured herself.

Wildfire was on the verge of hysteria though. Her systems were
overloaded. The longer she wore the gag, the more frantic she became.
She couldn't keep this thing in her mouth. She tried to protest by
groaning and crying. But Alex would have none of it. She was
disobedient and had to be disciplined. Wildfire looked up at Alex. She
had a plan. Perhaps he would see her sad eyes. Then he would feel pity
for her like he did when he first used the star bit. She looked up and
then suddenly realized that her eyes were shaded by the blinders. Alex
couldn't see her eyes. She could only lift her head high enough to see
his chest. She couldn't make eye contact at all. Her head fell as she
resigned herself to the situation. Alex would decide when she had
learned enough.

Alex saw her head rise, then fall. "Good," he thought to himself,
"she's realizing that she has no control over the situation. Let's get
on with it."

Alex then grabbed her nose ring and pulled her head up. "Keep that nose
high. You will always show pride in being what you are. Now, let's get
you outside and teach you how to walk."

Alex pulled a pair of long reins out of the cabinet and attached them
to the star bit. He pulled the pony outside. The sky was overcast and
the temperature was only fifty five degrees. Wildfire couldn't see the
sky even with her head raised as high as it was. She was somewhat happy
to be outside for the first time in a week. The equipage she wore,
however, overshadowed this small bit of joy.

For all the time she was strapped into both pony racks, the front
support was kept in the lowest position. In other words, her back was
kept horizontal at all times. Now Alex went in front of her and raised
the front support so her shoulders were a foot or so higher than her
hips. Alex did this so she could march easier.

As he raised the support he said to the pony, "This is your cue to
march. Whenever this support is raised, you must lift your knees
anytime you move. You will lift your knees as high as you can
regardless of how fast or how slow you trot."

Alex now took Wildfire and led her to a large grassy area and stepped
to the side while holding the reins. The reins were twenty feet long.
"Begin marching in a circle," he ordered. She began marching slowly.
She quickly lifted her right knee as high as she could but only took a
small step. Then the left knee was lifted high and a small step was
taken. This was not what Alex wanted. "Stop!" he ordered, "That's
wrong. Make your strides longer but raise and lower your feet slowly,
as if you're moving in slow motion. Now, march!"

Wildfire could barely concentrate because her mouth and her breasts
were so sore. But she had to obey. She began to march again, moving in
slow motion as Alex had ordered. Alex kept her moving at this slow pace
for two laps. Even though she was not moving quickly, she was beginning
to breath heavier. Her heartbeat increased of course. But the most
disconcerting thing that was happening was that she was salivating
heavily and since she couldn't close her mouth, the saliva was
dribbling down her chin. She strongly hoped that Alex would wipe her
mouth, but all he did was tell her to pick up the pace.

"A little faster please. Just a normal walking pace. Very good,
Wildfire," he said.

Now her mouth had a disgusting foam around it as she tried in vain to
blow the saliva from her mouth. She bobbed her head, but the stuff
wouldn't leave. Now she heard the bells on her breasts begin. Since
they were so heavy, they hadn't started making any noise as of yet. Now
that she was moving at a faster pace, they began to ring quite loudly.
They just added to the humiliation. While the bells started her into
that trancelike state that she loved, the mouthpiece held her back. She
would get no sexual excitement as long as her mouth was plugged as it
now was.

"Stop trying to get rid of the foam! Concentrate on your form. Now,
pick up the pace a little more. Just a slow jog."

Wildfire could hear the orders but couldn't see Alex. Her blinders
prevented this. She could only see directly ahead. Also, the designer
of the blinders was more ingenious than she previously thought. The
holes in the cups were slightly below center. If she wanted to see
where she was going, she had to keep her head very high or she'd be
looking at the ground. "Alex and his crew really knew what they were
doing," she thought. She picked up the pace to a jog. The foam dripped
down her chin at an even faster pace. Wildfire tried to ignore it.

After one lap at this pace, Wildfire began to tire. Her head dropped
and she could barely breath. Her legs were tightening up. "Head up!"
Alex corrected. She lifted her head again and continued to jog. Her
knees pumped again and again.

"On my order, march as fast as you can. Keep your knees pumping. OK,
canter now!" Wildfire began running as fast as she could in a forty
foot circle as Alex continued to hold the reins. She ran one lap when
he ordered her to stop, "Whoa!" She couldn't be more grateful. She
slowed to a stop at once.

Wildfire was almost completely exhausted. She had run only seven laps
though. This was not far for her. She had jogged much farther in the
past, two or three miles at one time. She realized that she had run
less that three hundred yards. "It had to be the gag. Maybe it was
because she couldn't breath properly. That had to be it. Maybe he would
remove the gag now," she hoped.

Wildfire's prayers were about to be answered. Alex walked up to her and
patted her on the head. Her face was covered in saliva and mucus as now
her nose had started running. The snot was clearly visible on the black
leather that covered her upper lip, just below the nose hole. "You're
lucky I'm the one training you at the moment. I'm going to remove the
gag, but first I want you to know something. Once you enter the
stables, I won't be in charge. I'll help in your training, but if
you're disobedient, well, it's out of my hands. Understand?" Alex
asked.

Wildfire nodded. She was too out of breath to whinny but tried anyway.
A hoarse croak came from her throat.

Alex continued, "The normal punishment for talking is three days of
gagging. Of course the gag is removed for eating, but you will wear it
at all other times if you foul up again. Consider yourself lucky girl!"

Alex took Wildfire over to a watering trough and removed, first the
gag, then the bit. "Keep that mouth open!" he warned. Alex dipped the
bit and gag into the water before removing the gag from the star bit.
Considering what she had gone through in the past hour or so, she
didn't even consider any resistance. She raised her head as the last
buckle was fastened. Alex took a somewhat smaller set of reins, a ten
foot long pair and connected them to her bridle. Alex pointed to the
trough. "Drink as much as you want," he ordered. Wildfire pushed her
entire face into the cool water then raised it and lapped up the water
for several minutes.

When she was finished, she raised her head high. "Good girl," Alex
said. Alex took hold of her reins and pulled her toward a large wooden
building. This was a carriage house. Alex opened the doors and led her
inside.

Inside were four horse carts. Two of the carts had two wheels and two
were four wheel carriages. Alex led her to the smaller of the two wheel
carriages. He explained, "This is a sample of some of the carriages
that you will be made to pull. Well, pull isn't exactly correct. Notice
the power cord going to the smaller cart. This cart is electric. The
rest are gas powered. We realized early on that human ponies can't pull
these things very far without tiring. The idea of powering them with
electric or gasoline engines came to me when I was playing golf. Those
carts are very quiet but can haul two and sometimes four people at a
time. Funny how ideas can come to you when you least expect it."

Wildfire looked at the carts. The two smaller ones looked light enough
that she thought she could pull them without the motor assistance. The
larger ones, one was a buckboard and the other was a full coach with
ornate decorations, looked impossible to move. She noticed that those
two had enough space between the pull bars to accommodate at least two
pony racks, maybe three.

Alex now led her to the larger of the two wheel carts. "We'd better use
this one since it has a canopy. Let me explain how this works. This
cart is powered by a small gas engine that has a very large muffler.
You can't hear the engine at all when it's running. Now, to get it to
move, you pull one or both of the pull bars. The bars each have a
spring loaded sleeve at the base that acts as a throttle. Each bar
controls one wheel. If you pull harder on one bar, that wheel will move
faster than the other and the cart will turn. Also, if you push back on
the bars, they will slow the cart down. The harder you push, the faster
the cart will slow. That's important, especially on hills. You don't
have to worry about the cart running you over. Let me show you."

Alex reached inside the cart and turned a key. He pushed a lever to the
drive position. Wildfire heard a faint popping sound, then she heard
nothing. "Step back a bit please, and pay attention," Alex ordered.
Wildfire took two or three steps back. Alex positioned himself between
the pull bars and pulled on the right bar. The right wheel turned and
the cart twisted to the left. He repeated the feat in the other
direction. Then he pulled both bars and the carriage moved forward. He
pushed back and it stopped. "See how it works?" he asked her.

"Neeeeheeeeheeeheee," she whinnied and nodded.

Alex dropped the bars and grabbed the pony's reins. She was backed into
position and the bars were hitched to the pony rack. She was ready for
the days work. Alex climbed into the cart and took a five foot long
riding crop from the holder on the side of the carriage. Before
starting, he gave her one last reminder, "Remember, chin up and knees
high!" Whack! Alex have her rump a firm stroke. "March!"

Wildfire pushed off and the cart followed. "Lift those knees!" Alex
yelled. Whack, the crop came down on her rear once more as a reminder.
Wildfire lifted her knees and moved forward out of the carriage house.
It was drizzling now. Wildfire felt it on her rear and could hear the
rain hitting her. Since she was covered in leather almost from head to
toe, she really didn't get very wet. When the cart was clear of the
doors, Alex yelled "Whoa!" and pulled hard on the reins. Alex grabbed
the lever and pulled it back into the park position. The wheels were
now locked. Wildfire realized that he had set some sort of brake as she
knew at once that she could not move. Alex climbed out and closed the
doors.

When Alex had turned his back to close the doors, Wildfire relaxed a
bit. She inadvertently lowered her head in doing so. When Alex turned
around his pony's head was down. "Chin up!" he yelled at her. "Maybe
you need another lesson, this one on head position?" he asked.

Wildfire lifted her chin even higher and shook her head. "That's
better. We can always fix it so that you can't lower your chin." With
that, he grabbed her nose ring and pulled upward. "Get the picture?"
Alex asked. He released the nose ring.

Wildfire whinnied and nodded her head. She suddenly saw how he would
keep her from lowering her head. He would attach something to the nose
ring and apply upward tension. No, she didn't want any part of that
treatment. She kept her head high.

"Good, now let's go for a little ride. I want you to concentrate on
form. Keep that head up and lift the knees. I'll remind you if you have
a lapse of memory."

Alex climbed back into the cart and moved the lever to drive. He
grabbed the riding crop and gave Wildfire a stroke across her rear.
"March!" he ordered.

Wildfire began moving at a steady pace. The cart worked as it was
designed. The harder she pulled, the faster the cart moved. When the
cart was moving at the same speed as her, it coasted. Alex began giving
commands through the reins. He pulled on the right rein and Wildfire
pushed off on the left. In no time at all, she was turning properly.

Alex led her through a serpentine course, having her turn right and
left around bushes planted at twenty foot intervals. All the time her
knees pumped up and down. The bells rang with each step and her tail
was moving in a lovely back and forth motion. But her head dropped
again. "Head up!" he yelled once more. Whack! He brought the crop down
again. Wildfire lifted her head.

After three trips through the serpentine course, Alex brought her back
to the stables but did not lead her inside. Instead, he led her to a
watering trough and set the brake once more. "Drink. I'll be right
back."

Alex went inside the stables and found Alice and Cindy resting.
"Master, I'm due for display tomorrow morning," Cindy said.

"I'll take you back when I'm finished with our ride. Alice, you'll be
staying here tonight to watch Wildfire. I'm sorry, but you'll have to
go it alone. Can you handle it?" he asked.

"Yes master," she said with glee.

"Good, then get some sleep this afternoon so you don't nod off tonight.
You can ride back to the castle with me tomorrow morning. I bet you'd
like a nice pony ride, wouldn't you?"

"She's going to trot all the way to the castle? I'd love to!" she said.

"Great. Now, where is that head trainer? Oh, there it is." Alex found
the device. It was made of tubular steel. the front half was triangular
and spread apart at an angle from the tip. After traveling two feet,
the bars became parallel. From the point hung a leather strap with a
clip at the end. The parallel rods were narrowed at the ends so they
would fit in the sockets on the vertical brace of the pony rack. Alex
walked back outside and found Wildfire with her head lowered once more.

"Obviously you can't seem to obey this one order. So, I'm going to give
you a little help." Alex pushed the ends of the rods into the top of
the front support. The rods angled forward and looked like an
improvised divining rod. The strap hung from the tip and hit Wildfire
in the face. She knew what was coming.

Alex grabbed her nose ring and clipped the strap to it. Then he
tightened the buckle until her head was as high as she could lift it.
He gave it an extra tug. Wildfire groaned. "You should know better than
to disobey. I've warned you enough!"

The pony whinnied but could not nod or shake her head. Then she gave a
little whimper. "Serves you right! Let's get back to work," he said.

Alex climbed back into the cart and moved the lever to reverse.
Wildfire felt the cart backing up and pulling her with it. When Alex
had cleared the water trough, he put the cart in drive and took the
crop. Whack. "March!" he ordered.

Wildfire now marched with head high and knees pumping. She had no
choice. Her head could not be lowered. Alex still could pull on her
reins. Her head pivoted on the nose leash when he did so. Her nose
hurt.

Alex led her out of the yard and past the entrance to the serpentine
course. He was taking her through the 'Rides' as it was called. This
was a series of paths that were designed to test and train a pony. It
had hills and valleys, and had many straights as well as curved
sections. All aspects of the trot could be taught. Alex intended to
give his pony a full workout.

Wildfire now approached a hill. Alex suddenly gave her a whack with the
crop and yelled "Canter! Bump it up a notch, but not too fast."
Wildfire began trotting at a faster pace, much faster than Alex had
wanted. Alex pulled back on the reins and she slowed. "I said not too
fast," Alex warned. Wildfire slowed just a little and settled into a
fast trot. "Much better." Whack. "That's a reminder of who's boss,"
Alex said.

Wildfire started up the hill and began to slow. Whack, whack, Alex gave
her two firm strokes. "Just because it's a hill doesn't mean you can
slow down. Get back up to canter speed!" Whack, whack, Alex gave her
two more shots. Wildfire picked up the pace once more. Alex gave her a
few more reminders with the crop as they rose the two hundred yard long
hill. The slope was not great, but the length began to get to Wildfire.
By the time they crested the hill, she was quite winded. Alex saw this
and slowed the pace to a trot by pulling back on the reins until she
slowed. Wildfire pumped her legs more slowly.

At the top of the hill was a series of watering troughs. The rain was
coming down quite heavily now. It felt good to Wildfire as she had
worked up quite a sweat. Alex led her to the trough, but she could not
lower her head due to the nose leash. The rain slowed for a moment and
Alex got out of the cart and detached the leash. "Drink, we have a lot
of work to do yet."

Alex climbed back into the cart as his pony drank. She plunged her head
into the water. All these troughs had an automatic filling system that
would replenish the water as it was used up. Wildfire drank, stopped to
catch her breath and drank some more. When she was finished, she raised
her head. Since the rain had not picked up again, Alex got out of the
carriage and reattached the leash to her nose ring. Wildfire fully
expected this and knew not to resist. God knows what he would do is she
did.

Alex jumped into the cart just as a heavy downpour let loose. The wind
was coming from behind the cart and Alex was safe. Wildfire, however,
got drenched. Water ran down her legs and all over her face. Her pony
tails, both the one at her rear and the one springing from her hood,
were flattened and lifeless. The rain continued for a full ten minutes
before subsiding. The clouds were in fact breaking up. The sun was
trying to come out. But that didn't help Wildfire. She was soaked to
the bone. Alex wouldn't move the cart until he was certain that the
rain had ended because the next leg of the trip would be into the wind.
He waited another ten minutes. "Wildfire needed the rest anyway," he
thought.

The rain did end some time later. The puddles were many, but Alex
didn't really care. All of the gear that Wildfire wore was waterproof.
The leather items were all treated.

Alex put the cart in reverse and backed away from the trough. When he
was back far enough, he put the cart in drive, pulled hard on the right
rein and gave her a stroke with the crop. "March!" he said.

Wildfire lifted her knees and began marching. She looked ahead and saw
that they were coming to a crossroads of sorts. Alex pulled hard on the
right rein and brought her around the corner. When they did, he reined
her in. "Whoa!" Alex exited the cart and came around in front of
Wildfire. "Now we're going to work on pace. There's four speeds that
you need to learn. They are the march, the trot, the canter, and the
gallop. Each one is faster than the last. Before you is a long path
that we'll be using in a moment. I'm going to put you through each of
these paces several times as we go along. Up till now I've only worked
on the canter with you for the most part. So let's get a few things
straight concerning speed. When I say march, you will move slowly, as
slowly as you possibly can. You must still lift your knees all the way
though. When I say trot, you will take up a normal walking pace, nice
and easy but certainly not a slow motion march. The canter you already
know about. Move at what you would consider three quarters speed.
Finally there's the gallop. That demands full speed. Remember, always
lift your knees as high as you can. That is a must!"

Wildfire whinnied. She knew that she would be worked very hard in the
next few minutes and tried as best as she could to mentally prepare
herself. Her legs felt loose and her feet were in good condition. She
couldn't understand this because she thought that the trotting would
hurt her feet, especially wearing four inch heels. Most of her weight
was being carried by the pony rack however. This lessened the load on
her feet and legs. If she ever had to march this hard without the pony
rack, she certainly would have sore feet. But she didn't. She eagerly
waited for the next orders.

Alex gave her a light tap on the rear. "Trot," he ordered. Wildfire
began moving at a steady pace. Her head was in perfect form as it had
to be. It was held high by the strap. Wildfire looked straight ahead
and lifted her knees as high as she could. Alex guided her left and
right through the winding path. Her knees pumped up and down. After she
had trotted for a hundred yards or so, they came to an intersection.
Alex pulled on the left rein and Wildfire turned to the left. Now they
were on a long downgrade. Whack, whack, Alex gave her two sharp
strokes. "Gallop!"

Wildfire picked up the pace immediately. She began running as fast as
she could but in doing so, she lost all her form. She wasn't lifting
her knees and she was bobbing her head even though her nose was being
held by the strap. Alex ignored her head because the pain from the ring
pulling on her nose would soon make her keep her head still. He
concentrated on making her stride smooth and her knee lifts higher.
Whack! "Lift those knees," he yelled. She began lifting her knees
higher but slowed while doing so. Another stroke on the rear, whack,
"Faster, I didn't say to slow down."

It took several minutes for Wildfire to get back into form. Now she was
running as fast as she could with head held steady and knees lifting as
high as she could. Now she was very tired. Alex could see that she was
nearing the end of her tether. Fortunately there was a watering trough
station at the bottom of the hill. He reined her in by pulling back on
the leads. "Trot," he ordered. Wildfire gratefully slowed. Only fifty
feet ahead she could see the trough. She desperately hoped that Alex
would lead his pony to the water, for she would surely drink. Alex did
just that.

The sun had broken through the clouds and the temperature was rising
quickly in the midday sun. Alex knew that she only could be marched for
another half hour at the most before it would be too hot. Alex allowed
her to drink as much as she wanted before hooking the nose strap back
to her ring. Alex climbed back in the cart for the last leg of the
ride. "Trot," he ordered.

Wildfire began to trot as before. She was now working up a sweat as the
sun was out. Before she could take stock of her surroundings and worry
about the heat, she felt a stroke of the crop on her rear. "Canter,"
Alex ordered. Wildfire began running at three quarters speed. Alex was
changing the pace every few minutes to help her learn better. Alex
pulled back on the reins, "March!"

Wildfire was now wishing that Alex would make up his mind. "Trot,
canter, march. Can't he decide what pace he wants?" she taunted him in
her thoughts. Still, she slowed to a slow motion trot and pranced as
she was taught. Before she could get used to the pace he yelled,
"trot!" and she was trotting as ordered.

For the next twenty minutes Alex made her change pace through every
speed several times. He made certain that she didn't go more than two
minutes before changing the pace. The changes were random but he made
sure that she got a workout at every pace, from the march right through
the gallop. By the time they were back at the stables, Wildfire was
done. Alex stepped out of the cart and patted her on the head. "You did
wonderful. Let's put the cart away and get you cleaned up."

Alex led Wildfire by the reins into the carriage house. He had her back
the cart up into its original position before unhitching her. Alex bent
down to her and said "You were wonderful. Do you realize you ran almost
two full miles on your first run? That's fantastic!" Alex kissed her on
the cheek even though it was covered in leather.

Wildfire appreciated the gesture. She was quite out of breath and
overheated though. She hoped he would get her out of these leather
clothes soon. Her wish would soon be answered she realized as he took
hold of her reins and led her back to the stables where Cindy and Alice
were waiting.

"Alice, Cindy, give me a hand! Let's get her out of these things and
get her cooled off. I didn't realize it would get that hot so quickly."
Alex stated.

Wildfire was unstrapped from the rack and all the clothes and binding
were removed. "Don't talk!" Alice warned as she took the star bit from
the pony's mouth. Wildfire shook her head but kept her mouth open. At
this point, she was naked from head to toe. Alex took the small disk
bit from the saddle bag and installed it. Wildfire was put back in the
work rack and led to the cleaning station where she was bathed as
before.

Alex told the girls to leave the hood and pony jacket off but to put
the nose strap back on. He wanted her to continue to work on her head
position. After Wildfire was bathed and her rear and cartridge were
cleaned, he got an idea. "Stay here girls. I'll be right back," Alex
said with a gleam in his eye.

After Alex left, Cindy said to Alice, "I wonder what he's up to?" Alice
just shrugged her shoulders.

Alex flew up the two flights of stairs and went to the kitchen. He
ignored the cook and went to the metal exterior of the walk in freezer.
There he saw what he was looking for, a refrigerator magnet! Now he
went back downstairs where the workshop was located. Alex drilled a
hole through the rubber-like material and inserted a small eyebolt.
"Perfect!" he said.

Alex returned to the stables where Wildfire was waiting with head held
high by the strap. It was dinner time so he called Maggie on the phone
and told her as much. Within fifteen minutes she was setting up the
pony mush for Wildfire. Wildfire looked at the food with great interest
as she was starving. She had already quenched her thirst while Alex was
away (Alice had unhooked the strap from her nose while she drank). Alex
looked at Maggie. "You feed her. I'm bushed," he said to the nurse.

"Sure, no problem, as long as I can get some satisfaction afterwards."

"I don't see why not. She's perfectly capable and willing, aren't you
honey?" Alex asked the pony.

Wildfire knew exactly what they were talking about. She opened her
mouth and stuck out her tongue. "After lunch," Alex said. She withdrew
her tongue and positioned herself over the food.

The routine was now set. Wildfire's nose strap was disconnected and the
front support was lowered to the same height as the rear. She was
positioned over the food. Maggie said, "Begin," and gave her a stroke
of the crop. Wildfire ate with gusto. Maggie gave her only one or two
more whacks. She saw that her rear was well marked from the earlier
exercise that Alex had given her. She didn't want to do any more damage
than was necessary. Wildfire was finished in record time and she
continued to lick the plate until Maggie told her to stop. When she
did, she raised her head very high.

"You know, Alex, she may not need the nose strap anymore. She seems to
be keeping her chin up pretty nicely now," Maggie said.

"Maybe. I'll decide after we march later today. Why don't you get your
reward from her. I think I'll just watch." Alex went to the large chair
he had brought in earlier and sat down. Maggie went to the pony girl
and dragged her around so that she was broadside to Alex. Maggie wanted
to make sure Alex got a good view. Wildfire was already sticking her
tongue out.

Maggie was dressed in white pants and white four inch heels. She
quickly slipped both heels off and then her pants. She was wearing no
underwear. Maggie pressed her sex against Wildfire's face and
immediately made a face that indicated extreme pleasure. She began
running her body up and down as the pony pushed its tongue deep into
her opening. Wildfire felt the nodule that was her clit and began
running her tongue around it. Maggie screamed with pleasure. "Oh God!"
she yelled. Maggie now began panting. So did Wildfire. For a second she
stopped concentrating on Maggie and felt the wetness between her legs.
Oh how she wished she could be touched there. Wildfire began groaning
and panting. Suddenly Maggie dropped to her knees exhausted.

"Wow, that was fantastic!" Alex said.

Maggie looked at Alex and displayed a wide grin, "You bet it was! She's
great."

"Sir, can we play too?" Cindy asked.

"I don't see why not. Why don't you two work on her at once. I'm
certain she wants to be played with at both ends, don't you my little
pony?"

Wildfire nodded with glee. She started whinnying and nodding
incessantly.

"Well, what are you two waiting for?" Alex asked.

Cindy whispered something in Alice's ear and Alice whispered something
back to Cindy. Cindy went in front of Wildfire and Alice went behind.
Cindy began as Maggie had, rubbing her sex against the pony's extended
tongue. Alice unbuckled the sheath covering the pony's sex and began
licking her there. Wildfire went, well, wild! The groaning and panting
increased to unbelievable levels. Wildfire was getting it from both
girls at the same time. Orgasm after orgasm, climax after climax, she
had an experience that few people ever have. The orgasms were coming so
often that she could hardly determine the end of the last one before
the next one would start. Wildfire passed out cold! Cindy saw this and
yelled to Alex, "She passed out!"

Alex jumped out of his seat as Maggie, who was curled up on the floor
next to him went to the pony. "Is she OK?" Alex asked Maggie.

"She's fine. She didn't really pass out. She just, shall we say,
overloaded on happiness. She hyperventilated." Wildfire stirred,
blinked, and looked up at all the people in the room. "See, she'll be
fine, won't you honey?" Maggie said to Wildfire.

Wildfire nodded and whinnied. Then she stuck out her tongue again.

"Haven't you had enough?" Alex asked her with a tone of disbelief.

She shook her head, no and whinnied. Then instead of leaving her tongue
out as if she wanted to lick one of the girls, she brought her upper
lip down to cover her teeth and touched her lower lip with the tip of
her tongue. Alex knew what she wanted. "I think she wants a little
piece of me this time," he said to the girls.

Wildfire nodded and whinnied with vigor.

"Anything to make my little pony happy." Alex unzipped his pants and
pulled his member out. He pressed it into her mouth and began pumping.
Wildfire began massaging the underside and pinching it against her
upper lip as she gently applied a delicate suction to his cock. It felt
wonderful. She only wished he would use it in her other end and end her
being labelled a virgin. Alex was already hard when he entered her
mouth but exercised extreme control as he used her mouth for a full
five minutes before withdrawing. She was not allowed to satisfy him in
this way. She was extremely disappointed and shook her head and
whinnied. She didn't want it to stop.

"Relax honey, I'm not done yet," Alex said.

Wildfire looked at him confused. Alex went behind her. As he did, she
suddenly realized what was about to happen. She began nodding and
whinnying constantly. She spread her legs. Alice had left the sheath
unbuckled and Alex entered her wanting sex from behind. Wildfire
continued to nod and whinny. Alex pumped her moist puss with the
knowledge that he was freeing her of her reputation. She was no longer
a virgin. He had witnesses to prove it. And he got to her first. But he
gave up on these ideas as he sensed the extreme joy of her moist, tight
opening. All the girls saw Alex's face twist into a grimace, then into
a wide smile. Alex was out of breath. So was everyone else, including
the girls. They could almost feel Alex make love to them as he did the
pony girl. The three girls masturbated. Wildfire had a fantastic
orgasm, thanks to Alex. Alex withdrew. His knees buckled and he dropped
to the floor. Now everyone was on the floor except the pony girl.

Wildfire looked around her and saw that she had bested everyone in the
room. If the bit wasn't cutting into her cheeks she'd be laughing out
loud. It suddenly came to her. Wildfire lifted her head high and began
trotting around the stables. No one told her to do so. She just pranced
like a happy pony would. Everyone in the room pointed and laughed.
"That's the craziest thing I ever saw, and I've see a lot of crazy
things," said Maggie.

"Yea, how about that!" Alex said, shaking his head. Wildfire continued
to prance for many minutes. She was truly in her glory. She was no
longer the butt of all those virgin jokes, no longer a woman to be
ridiculed. She had completed another small piece of the puzzle that was
her life.

After many minutes of watching the pony girl prance, Alex looked at
Wildfire and said, "Come here sweetheart. I want to test something
out." Wildfire trotted over to Alex, who had now picked himself off the
floor. Alex took the magnet from his pocket and attached it to the nose
leash. "Lift your head until your nose ring sticks to the magnet. Let's
see if this works."

Wildfire lifted her head and the nose ring touched and stuck to the
magnet. The magnet, however, rolled to the side of her nose. Alex
didn't like it. It wasn't working as he had thought. "No, that's not
going to work," Alex said.

Alex removed the magnet and was about to reattach the nose leash when
he stopped. He removed the entire assembly and bent down to look into
Wildfire's eyes. "Can I trust you to keep that chin up? Otherwise, we
may have to make this thing permanent," he asked, waving the nose leash
assembly in front of her.

Wildfire nodded and whinnied. Then she raised her head high to show
that she didn't need that thing clipped to her nose. She certainly
didn't want to have that leash attached permanently.

"Good. If I didn't tell you before, the rule is you must keep your head
up whenever you are in the presence of anyone other than another pony.
If you're alone, you can drop your head."

Wildfire nodded then raised her chin again.

"I'll let you rest for awhile. I have to take Cindy back to the castle.
I'll be back around 4:00 to take you for another trot." Alex turned his
attention to Alice and Cindy. "Cindy, go get your ball gag and put it
on. We'll be leaving shortly. Alice, try and get some rest. Remember,
you're going to be on duty tonight. We'll be starting very early
tomorrow. We're going to let Wildfire take us to the castle."

"That's a long haul, sir," Alice said.

"That's why we're going to leave at 4:00 A.M. That means we'll have to
start preparing her by three. So try and take it easy. We'll be putting
her to bed around six."

"Yes sir," Alice said.

Cindy returned a short time later with a large red ball gag in place.
It was the law. No slave could go outside without being gagged. There
were certain exceptions, but they were few. Cindy and Alex left. Alex
had reserved a limo earlier and it was waiting for them as they exited
the hospital.

When Cindy and Alex entered the castle, Susan was waiting for them.
"So, how's she doing?" Susan asked.

Alex said, "She's doing great. You should have seen her. We had a
little problem with her head position but that's corrected now. We had
a little orgy and she came out on top. She is truly a wonderful find.
Oh, Cindy, why don't you go and report to the slave pool. I'll need you
around, oh say 6:30 tonight. Be in my bedroom by then. Go on, get!"

Cindy hugged Alex and left. She knew for a fact that Alex was going to
use her tonight. Just the thought of it made her wet. Cindy disappeared
through a large archway and was gone.

"I need to talk to you about those two girls we sent to the kennels,"
Susan said.

"What about them?"

"Both have requested private meetings with you," Susan said.

"I see. Well, I don't have time today. Set it up for tomorrow morning.
I'll be delivering Wildfire to the stables around six. I should be done
by eight at the latest. Set the meetings up for eight and nine. I bet
those two want to weasel out of the offer."

"We do have some leeway if there's mitigating circumstances. But I just
don't see any. Tanya is just a bitch. Wouldn't it be appropriate if the
bitch was put into the kennels, if you know what I mean?"

"Yea, I do. She's a lost cause. But Krystal only seems to get into
trouble if she's not around me. I wonder if that's where the problem
lies."

"You mean she only wants to perform for you? Could be. It's happened
before. If that's the problem, then it could make things difficult.
After all, how do we break them of falling in love with such a handsome
stud like you!" Susan said with a mocking grin.

"Yea, I know what you mean. I've fall in love with myself every time I
look in the mirror," Alex returned.

"Don't push it!" Susan and Alex each had a good laugh.

"I'll talk to both of them tomorrow. Tell them. Also, pull their files.
I want to look through them and see if there's anything in there that
could give us a clue to their behavior problems. I'll take a look at
them tonight," Alex ordered.

"It's good to be thorough. Maybe there's something in there that we
missed, but I doubt it."

"Get them anyway. I'll be back around six. I want them ready by then."
Alex was getting a little short with Susan. Susan was being a little
narrow minded in his estimation and he would have none of it.

Susan sensed that Alex was getting a little peeved at her and tried to
mitigate the damage, "OK, the reports will be ready by six."

"Good. Hey, I'm sorry. It's been a long day," Alex apologized.

"That's OK, I understand," Susan returned. She hugged Alex and kissed
him fully on the mouth.

Alex separated himself from the beautiful woman that was wrapped around
his neck and looked at her from head to toe. She was dressed in her
favorite outfit, Red silk blouse, black leather skirt, black knee high
boots with five inch heels and black leather gloves. She knew full well
that it was his favorite outfit, too!

"Hey, I gotta go. I've got a pony to work on," Alex said.

"Go ahead. I'll get those files and tell the girls that they'll get
their meetings."

A short time later, Alex returned to the stables to find Wildfire ready
for the afternoon trot. When four o'clock had come and gone, Alice took
it upon herself to put the pony jacket on Wildfire and strap her down
onto the work rack. She would let Alex decide on blinders and bit. When
Alex returned, he found Wildfire ready.

"Good job Alice. I'll take it from here," Alex said.

Alex looked at Wildfire for a moment and decided. He grabbed the soft
star bit and replaced the bit she was wearing. This bit had rounded
points on the stars that were pushed into her cheeks. They were still
uncomfortable, but her cheeks had toughened over the past several days
and it wasn't nearly as bad as she had thought it would be. Alex
decided to leave the blinders off. He raised the front support about a
foot and grabbed her reins. In a short time, she was again hitched to
the carriage as she was earlier.

Alex stepped in front of Wildfire and looked at her carefully. Wildfire
was keeping her head nice and high. Alex placed his hand under her
chin. "Very nice," he said, "We're just going for a little trot. We
don't have a lot of time. I really just want to wear you out a bit so
you nod off when we get back.

Alex was holding a feather plume in his left hand. "One last bit of
decoration," he said. Alex clipped the plume to the joint at her
forehead. The feathers fluttered in the light breeze that was coming in
through the doors of the carriage house. Alex patted Wildfire on the
head and climbed into the cart. He turned the key and started the
engine. Alex placed the lever in drive and gave the pony a whack on the
rump. "Trot," he said.

Wildfire was able to look around this time. The sun was disappearing
fast from a clear blue sky. Alex led her to a cliff on the western edge
of the island. They came out of the palm trees into a clearing. The sun
was very low on the horizon. Alex set the parking brake and climbed out
of the cart. "Pretty, isn't it?" he asked her.

Wildfire nodded. Sunsets in the Pacific were exquisite. She had often
sat on the beach near her home and watched as the orange ball would
settle into the sea. She watched now as the sun set once more. Only
this time the sunset told her future. Her freedom had ended of her own
choice. The sunset gave added emphasis to this thought.

Alex continued the trot through the rides for perhaps another half
hour. He stopped once or twice to allow her to drink from watering
troughs that were strategically placed. He didn't have to correct her
head position even once. He was really impressed by this. Alex led her
back to the stables.

Wildfire was quite tired by the time they got back. After putting the
carriage away, Alex brought her back into the stables. As he removed
her from the work rack, he praised her on her performance. "You did a
wonderful job," he said, "I was very impressed."

Wildfire nodded and whinnied. Alex removed her pony jacket and arm
sleeve, but left the bit and bridle in place. Wildfire was led over to
the leisure rack. Alex explained. " This is the leisure rack. Notice
that there is a bracket that extends to hold your chin. Also notice the
mask in front to the bracket and the holes for your mouth and nose."
Alex pointed to four rubber coated hooks fastened near the corners of
the mouth opening and the two short hoses near where her nostrils would
go. "These hooks hold your mouth open and the small rubber hoses go up
your nostrils. This peg on the front is where the nose ring hooks on."

Alex reached down and fingered a dildo that was attached to the chin of
the bracket with a silver chain. When I have you positioned, I'll
insert this into your mouth. Finally, I'll install this," Alex said as
he reached to the floor and picked up a fiberglass helmet. The helmet
looked like a motorcycle helmet but had a hole on the top, obviously
for her hair. On the front was a dark visor, only this visor was
completely opaque as apposed to the dark sunglass material normally
used on helmets. Alex showed her the inside. It was lined with a
tremendous amount of fur. The helmet was oversized so that extra fur
could be packed in.

Wildfire looked back to the rack. Alex redirected her attention to the
helmet. "The whole point of this is to give you not only a rack that
you can sleep on, but also a rack that opens you up to being used. When
you're mounted on this rack, you will become a true sex toy. You can be
used by anyone, and with the helmet in place you won't have any idea
who does what to you. You won't be able to hear, see, or talk. I don't
think you'll mind much though." Alex then pointed to the rack. "The
rack is a little different between the front and rear supports too.
Instead of having your belly hanging, we have installed this padded
board. It's narrowed at the chest area so that your breasts still hang
free, but you abdomen and breastbone will be supported. OK, let's get
you mounted up."

Alex put the helmet down and led her to the rack. She was bent over and
pressed into the padding. Alex removed her bit and warned her not to
talk. He adjusted the mask and bracket as he told her to open her mouth
as wide as she could. Wildfire spread her lips wide and hooked her
teeth on all four hooks as Alex lifted her nostrils slightly and
allowed the small tubes to enter her nose. The nose ring fit onto a
large peg in front of her nose. He took several straps and pulled her
face tightly into the contraption. Her head was bent back sharply. Alex
attached her wrists to clips on the rear support. This kept them clear
so that anyone looking from the side would get a clear view of her
hanging breasts, which still held the large bells that were installed
several days earlier.

Alex placed the dildo into the mouth opening. The dildo was hollow so
she wouldn't have any trouble breathing. "Any time you feel this thing
being removed, stick out your tongue. If you feel a female's sex on it,
just do what comes naturally. But if you feel a man's cock pressing,
then you'll have to pull it in. There isn't enough room for both to go
through that hole. Now, when I put this helmet on you, you won't be
able to hear or see anything."

Alex placed the helmet on her head, carefully pushing her ears against
her head and pulling her hair through the helmet. The visor was up.
There was a nose piece that pressed down on the peg that held her nose
ring. Alex fastened four clips and the helmet was secure. Alex lowered
the visor and placed the pony girl in darkness.

Alex had only one more task to complete. He removed her pony boots and
placed fur lined pink leather sleeping boots on her feet. The boots had
no heels and were knee high. When they were installed, he put her feet
on the shelf that ran just above the ground. Alex strapped her calves
to the side supports at the rear of the rack. This spread her legs
quite wide from the knees up. Her sex was prominently displayed. Alex
covered the pony's sex with the leather sheath. He finally wheeled her
over to the cleaning station.

"Alice, clean her out then try and get some sleep. I don't think she'll
be any problem tonight. Just push the cot next to her and get some
sleep. We'll be starting early, remember."

"Yes sir, we'll be fine," Alice said.

"Good, I'll be back at 3:00 A.M.

Alex left Wildfire with Alice. He was confident of her abilities and
knew that she would take care of his pony girl. Alex took one last look
at Wildfire. In a way, he pitied her since she could not sense the
world around her. The rack was so designed that the rear was higher
than the front. This forced her hips up. In combination with her knees
being spread wide, she was a tempting target. Alex suppressed the urge
to give her one last thrill and walked out.

It was approaching six o'clock now and it had started to get dark. When
Alex had returned to the castle, Susan had left the folders on the bed
in his room. Cindy was there also, cleaned up and ball gagged with a
fresh red ball. She was made up smartly. Her lips were painted with a
bright red lipstick. This made her ball gag that much more impressive.

Alex sat at the edge of the bed and began going through the folders.
Cindy had crawled up next to him and rubbed her face against his leg,
like a little kitten. Alex smiled as he opened the first folder.

This folder was on Krystal Light, blonde, five foot, eight inches tall.
"Hmmm, same height and hair color as Wildfire," he thought. Alex read
further. Her parents were fairly old and very religious. Her mother was
hospitalized on several occasions for bruises from spousal abuse. Her
father was currently serving a life sentence for murder. "God, it's
good that we got her. She was really raised in the school of hard
knocks. At least she doesn't have any record," he thought. Alex could
find nothing to tell him why she was misbehaving in front of others.
Maybe Susan was right. She was infatuated with him. He might be able to
team her with Wildfire. Maybe she would learn from her.

Alex put the folder down and picked up Tanya Krasnik's folder. He
shrugged his shoulders and opened the file. The answer was right in
front of him. Born: 1963 Sarajevo, Yugoslavia. "Now,
Bosnia-Herzegovina," Alex thought. "She's taking her frustrations out
on the slaves!" he realized. Now he had something to work with. Tanya
might be salvageable. Alex would find out for sure in the morning.

Alex took the two folders and placed them on the night table. He turned
his attention to Cindy who was kneeling on the floor. "Help me off with
these clothes," he ordered.

Cindy jumped up and began unbuttoning Alex's shirt. Alex sat down and
held his feet to Cindy. She pulled off the leather cowboy boots. She
opened his pants and removed them as well. Alex was completely naked
now, just as Cindy was.

Alex looked at Cindy and decided that he didn't want her gagged. "You
can take the gag out. Hop into bed and I'll get the lights." Alex
closed and locked the double doors and turned out the light. It was a
full moon and the light shone through the window. Cindy climbed into
bed and under the covers. Alex crawled beside her. Cindy curled up next
to him, placing her head on his chest. "Oh how I wish I could be your
slave forever, master. I don't like the idea of being put back in the
lottery. I'm sure I'll end up in the stables in only a month or so."

"You liked the stables. You said as much when we put you in the
castle," Alex said to Cindy.

"I did say that, but at that time I hadn't spent any time as a castle
slave. I like this much more," Cindy said.

"Personally, I wish I could accommodate you honey. You're much better
than most of the girls. How long have you been on castle duty?"

"Almost six months. I go back into the lottery next month, right?"

"Yup, the castle slave job security rate is six months, just like the
pony job security rate."

Side note: It would be best to describe how job positions are awarded
on the island. New people are brought in as ponies. Their first
promotion will be to the job of castle slave. Afterwards, they can be
moved to any position based on a lottery system. The way this works is
like so. Each job has a minimum time. This is called the job security
rate. Ponies and castle slaves have a job security rate of six months.
Other jobs are longer. Stable hands are three years as are most
mistress and master positions. Ponies are attended to first, both in
removing old ponies and replenishing the two hundred or so head of
stallions and phillies. The chance that a pony will be removed from the
stables is equivalent to what portion of one year that the pony has
spent in the stables after the six month minimum. This means that the
chances of a pony being removed from the stables would be fifty percent
after six months had passed following the minimum first six months.
That would be one year total.
No pony would ever spend any more than eighteen months in the stable
because their chances of being removed from the stables would be one
hundred percent at that point. Likewise, any person who has spent the
minimum in the position they now hold was available for transfer. These
transfers were automatic and rarely questioned. The only real exception
was for injuries. If a person was injured, they might not be capable of
being a slave, so the system would lock them out. The chances of going
back into the stables was increased slightly for slaves, because the
masters and mistresses held their positions for a very long time. Those
positions came up very rarely. Ponies were moved out every week,
however. And the computer made certain that those positions were taken
care of first. Cindy knew this full well.

"I may be able to work something out to keep you with me. I can't talk
about it just yet. It's a secret," Alex said.

"That would be wonderful. But I thought that was against the rules, to
meddle?" she asked.

"It is. I'm not going to meddle. Let's not talk about it. I've got big
decisions to make. Get some sleep. We both have a long day ahead of
us."

"Can't we do it just once? I need it," Cindy requested.

"No, I have to get up early. Oh! I'd better set the alarm." Alex set it
for 2:30 A.M.

Cindy kissed him and respected his wishes, especially when she saw him
set the alarm for so early. She closed her eyes and nodded off to
sleep, using Alex's chest as her pillow. Alex ran his hand through her
hair and drifted off himself.

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