Christine walked closer and into Blair's field of vision. She said with the biggest grin on her face "My my my, if it isn't my deal college chum Blair. I must say GIRLFRIEND you sure can get yourself into some strange and unusual situations." Christine empathized the word girlfriend with a heavy satirical bent in hopes that Blair would get her meaning as she tried to add insult to her already injurious situation. But when Blair looked up at Christine with her big brown puppy dog eyes, full of regret, sorrow and pleading helplessness, all Christine could think of was that old proverb, "Revenge is a meal best served cold".

"Aww, poor baby. You look so miserable. But HEY! I love your new nose ring. And, Oh My GOSH! What happened to all your beautiful black hair? Oh Blair honey, how you get yourself into these situations is beyond me. I mean the nose ring is a bit on the edge even as a fashion statement, but having all your gorgeous long raven tresses cut off like a shorn sheep seems to me to be definitely way out there." Christine began rubbing her velvet clad hand over Blair's totally bald head as Blair's eyes began to shed tears of woe. "But I guess it's Ok, I mean you are an adult woman and all. The only thing is, I didn't know you were so into this kinky stuff. Not that there's anything wrong with it you understand, as long as you consented to it. Like you obviously have done."

Blair's eyes went wide when she heard Christine mention that she was a willing participant to this nightmare. She even tried talking to her, to explain to her that this was all happening against her will. But the gag didn't allow a single understood word through it. It did however allow her heightened emotions to come through loud and clear. Surely, she thought, Christine could at least understand that part. But Christine seem to be preoccupied with other things and completely ignored Blair's heightened emotional outburst.

"My goodness Blair that is sure some gag you have there." Christine placed her hand under Blair's chin and raised her head to get a good look. But in so doing Blair was forced to stretch her head up and back. Blair really had to strain her neck muscles in order to compensate for the pull on her freshly pierced and tethered nipples. She ended up closing her eyes tightly and moaning from the discomfort and pain radiating from her nipples and breasts as Christine continued to hold her head upright and stared at her strange gag.

Her gag was shaped like a pear. The small end forced deep in her mouth to almost gagging while the big end held her mouth and jaws stretched wide. A little "T" shaped bar came from it's center that allowed the pear to split in half. The idea was for one size fits all type of gag. A person only had to turn the "T" bar and the gag would widen inside the recipient's mouth to whatever degree one desired, or the victim could stand.

"Oh I see how this thing works. If I were to turn it this way, the gag would split further apart and spread your jaws even wider, like this." Christine turned the bar with her other hand and Blair's groans increased in intensity.

"And of course if I turned it the other way the expanded parts would be brought together so the gag could be removed. How clever" Christine did not bother turning the bar in the other direction so the gag could go back to the way it was before she fiendishly touched it.

She let go of Blair's chin and decided to really inspect her former classmate's new make-over. Blair dropped her head and slumped forward to relieve the pain in her nipples while experiencing a greater pain in her now further expanded mouth.

Christine couldn't believe how much effort and detail went in Blair's make-over. Who ever wanted this conversion must either have a lot of money or really wanted to take Blair down a notch. And is someone Christine just had to get to know.

Blair's entire body, from neck to legs, was covered in a kind of form fitting suede material. It had a little stretch to it as it allowed Blair to bend over at the waist without much wrinkling. It had an interesting color to it too. The dominant background was pure white and the foreground had these randomly placed dark red splotches of different sizes. Blair looked like a chestnut colored palomino. Christine took off her black velvet gloves and began touching and rubbing her hands over it. It had an interesting feel to it, almost animal like.

Christine noticed two areas of Blair's torso that were left uncovered, her breasts and butt. Two holes were cut out to allow Blair's outstanding C cup breasts to be pulled through. From what Christine could see, the holes themselves were not that large. It was hard to see because Blair was also wearing a weird looking leather bra too. It had a small piece of leather connecting two larger circles of leather that fit very snugly around the base of Blair's breasts. Two more straps directly opposite this little center one and going behind her back acted as a regular bra strap except this one buckled firmly without any expansion behind her. And two more leather strips ran from Blair's thick wide collar to the top of each circular breast cinch. All these pieces of leather were studded with shiny metal that gave it a sort of kinky fashion look. Even with Blair bent over as she was Christine could see that those open face circles of leather were tight enough to cause both of Blair's full ripe mounds to project out, more prominent and prideful than would normally have been possible. She knew Blair's breasts were her best feature and thought how wonderful they looked now being displayed so dramatically, strained, naked and nipple ringed.

Christine circled Blair's bent prone body and lingered over her rear end. There was another opening back there too, except this one was a large oval. It encompassed her entire derriere exposing her luscious full butt cheeks to the whole wide world. Christine could not keep from touching Blair's exhibited plump fanny, her hands gliding over it's smooth tender flesh. She was surprised how baby soft it was. For some reason Christine really got into fondling her ex-girlfriend's sweet cheeks. Her touch and stroke became stronger and more grasping and kneading. Soon she was dragging her nails over Blair's cheeks leaving long red scratch marks behind. She could hear Blair moan and make squeaking bitchy sounds for her to stop, but that only egged Christine on more. That is when she slapped Blair's ass hard which caused Blair to jump and squeal as the pain in her ass was accompanied by the sharp pain in her proud thrust out breasts when the chain from her nipple hitch was unexpectedly jerked in the process.

Blair's distress delighted Christine so. She was just about to give Blair another smack across her other cheek when something caught her attention. Something was dangling down between Blair's legs. Christine's placed one hand on Blair's butt as a balancing point to bend forward and investigate what it was.

It was the unfastened end of a leather strap. A strap that ran up between Blair's legs and disappeared in front of her bent over body. With a closer look she was able to see that Blair had something inserted into her pussy hole. Whatever it was, it was round and very large, as her strained stretched labia lips easily showed. And almost a good two inches was still sticking out of her.

Christine put her gloves back on and began touching and pushing the part that was sticking out. She even tried pushing the exposed part further into Blair's pussy to which Blair's head flew up and began shaking wildly NO and yelling something like NO! Please STOP! NO! But again, it fell on deaf ears as Christine began to paw at the fat dildo that was savagely shoved up poor Blair's pussy.

After a few more squeals from Blair, Christine stopped her cat like play with her captured mouse. Her attention was now drawn to all the leather straps that made up Blair's body harness which she was no doubt forced to wear. Their new black shiny look contrasted well with Blair's red and white palomino skin. There seem to be two major pieces of leather too, one of which was a heavy wide waist belt and the other made her arms and hands completely disappear inside it's long tube like shape.

The tube one really caught Christine attention. Christine surmised that Blair's arms were folded wrist to elbows behind her back, and then they were thoroughly covered by what looked like a single leather sleeve. But this sleeve was very different than what Fluffy the French maid wore to hold her arms together in bondage. This one was "U" shaped and ran down one arm, from just below the shoulder, encompassed both of her folded arms, and then back up to just below the shoulder of the other arm. It was like a U shaped leather tube was slit open down it's entire length, then Blair's arms folded inside it, and finally they were laced tightly closed within. There was absolutely no way that Blair could free herself without help. And Christine marveled at the ingenuity, craftsmanship and the unexpected excited feeling she experienced as she began rubbing her hands over the leather cocoon that bound Blair's flesh so helplessly tight within. As Christine velvet hands drifted across this black bondage glove she noticed a leather strap wrapped around the horizontal center of the sleeve fastening it securely to the top of another thick, wide, black leather belt around her waist. She could see another leather straps leading from this belt as well as a buckle and a couple of big shiny metal rings fastened directly to it at Blair's sides. Christine assume this belt was the center focus, the anchoring point if you will, for Blair's entire body harness as well as the hitching point for shackling said filly to a cart or buggy. Christine closed her eyes and pictured her college chum in that very position with her as the holding the reins. The mental image made her quietly moan with pleasure.

Christine's hands began their sensuous exploring of the belt and she could feel how it compressed Blair's waist almost like an old fashion corset. Her eyes caught the glimmer of four polished buckles in back that kept the waist belt constricted around poor Blair's diminutive waist. That strap she seen a few moments ago dangling between Blair's legs came from the front of this belt. It's buckle ended mate waiting contentedly for it on the other side of the same said hideous sash. Another strap ran from the back center of the belt up along her spine and buckled to Blair's leathered posture collar. About half way up this spine strap Christine could see where the bra strap crossed it and buckled therein. She also noticed that is seem to have some slack in it, probably to allow for Blair to breathe and expand her lungs. But she devilishly thought there might be too much slack in it.

"Oh Blair dear, it seems like your harness is a bit too loose. Here let me fix it for you. After all, you were always a sharp dresser in college. So you want to look your best when your out and prancing about in public, now don't you DEAR." She then tightened the bra strap up a notch, or two. Blair tried to stop her, to tell her that it was already too tight. But now, with Christine's lecherous help, it will be way too tight and very difficult for her to breathe normally or take that full breath when she was made too, oh god no, she didn't even want to think about that part. But alas for poor Blair, only meaningless garble came out of her anguishing mouth. Christine squatted along side of Blair to see what her cruel deed did, if anything, to Blair's tortured chest. Blair turned her hanging head and looked so pathetically at Christine, but Christine's attention was on more important things as she totally ignored Blair's little agonizing moans of distress and continued eyeing Blair's pendulously hanging udders. She started to paw and squeeze Blair's breasts to see if there was any change, a change she just could not visually see. But Christine did notice how firm and somewhat full Blair's breast were, but that was of little satisfaction for her. Somehow in the process of inspecting Blair's full bosom Christine bumped up against the taut nipple chain, several times, accidentally. She heard Blair yip each and every time she did so too. "Oh did I do that sweetie? I am so sorry. Here let me rub you and make it all better." She began stroking and gently rubbing Blair's sore ballooning breasts and hard erect pierced nipples. Christine never though of herself as a lesbian, nor Blair either, but the two did seem to relish the soothing breast massage, until....

"Excuse me Miss. But what are you doing here?"

Those words shocked Christine into sudden awareness that she was not alone. She quickly removed her hand from Blair's breast and in so doing bumped up against the nipple chain, again. Again Blair's temporary pleasantness was ripped from her by an abrupt piercing pain in her unending suffering existence.

Christine quickly rose from her squat position using Blair's bent fixed body as a means to help herself up. She looked at the short old woman with a look of surprise and said. "Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Christine and I am a friend of Blair here. I seen the sign of her make over in progress and wanted to say hello. Bunny out front said it was Ok. Is there going to be a problem, should I leave Ms?"

"Oh mercy sakes no. Although Bunny should have notified me prior to you coming in here. She is such an air head nowadays. A few months ago she was smart as a whip and quite a refined gentile young lady too. But now after her boyfriends make over of her, she seems to be an entirely different person altogether, like so many of the other young ladies that get made over here. But were are my manners. My name is Beatrice Combs, but please Christine, call me Aunt B. Everyone does."

Christine smiled back watching the little old lady who could easily be anyone's darling grandmother set a covered tray down on a small desk near by. She was a bit overweight, hair made up exquisite on top of her head, her makeup nice with lovely sweet lips, she wore a pair of fancy old ladies glasses and dressed in the standard long light blue lab coat she seen the other beauty technicians wear. Christine found herself rapidly liking the old woman.

"I was wondering Beatrice, I mean Aunt B, if you could tell me why my friend here is getting made over like this?"

The old woman looked up at Christine, the thickness of her glasses easily seen by Christine, and then looked over at the desk. She picked up a clip board with some papers on it. She could see the old woman trying to use the lower part of her bifocals to read the print on said papers. "Let me see. Oh, here it is. It looks like her make over was prescribed for by her friend and roommate here at the casino. Her name is Erin. Oh yes, I can see why. It appears one of the ladies, it doesn't say which one, acquired a large debt in the casino. In order to pay off that debt one of them was required to fulfill a contract. Part of that contract stipulated one of them having to undergo a make over into a pony girl. It seems your friend here was the lucky one." Blair let out a long angered moan. "Or maybe I should have said UNLUCKY one." And the dark, died haired old woman smiled and put her hand over her mouth to curtail a laugh. Christine also smiled, but at the sweet antics of the old lady. She seem so precious to her. "Now if you don't mind Miss, I have to finish up your friend here so she can go to the next part of her contract." As she spoke Beatrice moved to the front where Blair's head was hanging down, in pain, shame and self pity.

"Of course Aunt B. I must admit you have done a splendid job on Blair already. I even think Blair would say so too if she wasn't gagged so." The old woman looked up at Christine with surprise, "Oh goodness sake no Miss Christine! Your friend here was so extremely adamant about being turned into a delightful little pony. It took Mary and Sandy, two much younger and stronger technicians, to get her to this point. Poor Blair here fought them all the way. But in all honesty I can not blame her. None of the women we do back here like being made over. The beginning is always a struggle for the poor things. But then, it's all their own fault to come here to the casino with the people they come here with, or to run up such a big debt that this is the only way to pay it off. I must admit, the older I get the more mixed feelings I have doing it. But soon I will retire and not have to think about it any more. So if you wouldn't mind standing over there, you can watch while I finish up your friend here without getting in the way."

Christine stood were Beatrice directed and watched with intense fascination how she finished up Blair. This was one show she would never miss. To watch her arch enemy being degraded and forced into becoming an animal, a pony girl, right before her eyes, was a dream come true.

Beatrice fastened a small clip at the end of a long light weight chain to Blair's nose ring. The other end was going into a small box mounted up in the ceiling next to the wall. She then stepped back to the wall and flicked on a switch. A low grade hum was hear as the slack in the hanging chain was slowly taken up. She could see that the chain was soon going to pull Blair's head up and out, just like she did when she inspected Blair's gag. When the chain began to get taut and Blair's head was pulled painfully erect, which did the same to her tethered nipples, Beatrice flicked the switch off. Blair was now totally unable to move any part of her body, and if she tried to wiggle just a bit her nose and breast would experience the pain of such a foolish act on her part.

Beatrice went to the tray she set aside and removed the cloth cover draped over it. Christine eyes almost bugged out of her head by what she saw. Two items were on that tray. A head piece or cowl that looked like exactly like a horse's head minus the face part and a horse tail with a large plastic butt plug fastened to it. She watched mesmerized as Beatrice picked up the hood and moved to Blair's secured stationary head.

Christine watched in stunned silence as Beatrice worked the open face horse's hood over her ex-girlfriend's gilded head and around her gagged mouth and teary eyes. Christine finally commented on how lifelike the head piece looked to Beatrice.

"Oh yes dear, isn't it something? We have a wonderful group of talented people that can make almost anything one desires, very quickly too. As you can see here, the entire face of the girl is left unencumbered while the rest of the head and lower jaw is covered in the same reddish white material as her body is, only thicker and not as flexible. Her ears are covered by these simulated horse's ears that run up along the side of her head just like a real pony. And this reddish mane on top of her head and running down the back is just like a real horse but styled so it looks more fuller and not quite as long. A bit on the Mohawk side I think. And oh, would you believe that it is made from her own hair? The design department died it, shaped it and then attached it to her head piece. They are indeed a very creative and resourceful group." Beatrice then put the final touches on the cowl so it fit very snugly over Blair's own skinned head. Beatrice stepped off to the side to a chest of drawers. She pulled one open and took out what looked like an assortment of straps with some shiny metal parts. Christine stared on in wonder before coming to the discovery that what Beatrice had in her hand was a horse's bridal, but made for a specific type of horse with only two legs. She smiled from ear to ear and found herself putting her own hand over her lips to sequester an audible giggle. She watched Beatrice expertly put the black leather harness over Blair's head. A few times she heard Blair whimper and moan for having no recourse but to accept being turned into a domesticated beast of burden. Christine relished every moment of Blair's despair.

Christine was in awe at the speed and articulation at how Beatrice was able to know what strap went were and how snug to fasten it. But then she considered that Beatrice was an old pro at this and it was all second nature to her now. She watched as Beatrice stepped back and eyed her work. There was still a few straps left undone as well as the bit, but she figured they were next after she took out the pear gag that was still holding Blair's mouth so broadly open.

The head harness seemed to have straps running all over Blair's head. Not enough to dominate her horse's look, but definitely enough to make it seem very dramatic as well as very controlling. One strap circled her forehead and went behind her new horse's ears. This seem to be another anchoring point for the other straps to run from. Two straps ran from it up and along either side of her Mohawk mane. Two more straps dangled from this brow strap along each side of her head, just in front of her ears. These two would go under her chin and fasten there once her bit was in place. Through this whole ordeal Blair was forced to keep her head still, else feel the unfading discomfort in her nose and nipples become outright agonizing pain. Beatrice stepped up to Blair and began unscrewing the "T" of the gag. "My goodness! I sure don't remember cracking this nasty pear gag so wide. Oh it must be awful for you to have your mouth stretched so wide apart for so long. Aww, poor thing." When Beatrice had the pear halves brought back together again it seem very easy for her to remove it from Blair's still gaping jaws. All Blair could do is let out a moan of aching pain as she slowly tried to close her mouth. Beatrice began to rub Blair's jaws gently so as to relieve some of the pain in her sore muscles while at the same time not jostle her head around to much to cause more pain where her nose ring was fastened. Beatrice seem to be a very compassionate person at heart.

Once more as Blair's torment seemed to lessen, something else would always come along to end that moment of subsiding torment. That is when Beatrice reached in her pocket and took out the bit gag with it's own set of straps. She took Blair by her chin, gently lowered her jaw and before Blair knew what hit her she eased the shiny steel bit into her mouth. A few almost coherent words passed Blair's lips, but Beatrice was a professional and soon had the bit over her tongue and deep in her mouth. She then quickly strapped it firmly behind Blair's head. Blair did her best to try and extricate that damnable thing used to control animals, but was not even remotely successful.

The center part of the bit was "U" shaped and this extended part was resting sedately over the back part of Blair's tongue. The sides of her teeth rested on a rubber coated metal sleeve that allowed her to bite into it without harming her teeth and at the same time still allowed free movement of the bit and it's metal "U" part over her tongue. This sleeve extended out the sides of her mouth and had two leather straps fastened to it on each side of her head. One set of straps went around and buckled behind her head. This kept the bit firmly in place at the back of her mouth. The second strap went diagonally upwards and was fasten to a buckle at the intersection of the brow strap and the chin strap on each side of her head. This kept the bit centered and firmly wedged up against her upper molars. This way she could be fed and watered by just loosening her chin strap and not removing her entire bit or harness. Of course it would not be easy for Blair to take nourishment this way, but with practice she would learn. What else could she do.

On the other side of this rubber coated sleeve the metal bit extended a little ways, turned up at ninety degrees and then formed a loop on each side of her head. This is where the control reins would be attached. When a person pulled back on the reins it would pull this metal loop of the bit backwards which in turn cause the metal bit inside Blair's mouth to rotate causing the "U" shaped part to press down against Blair's tongue. A very uncomfortable situation for Blair to experience for any length of time. But a very good technique to control her with, which is exactly the way human beings have been controlling horses throughout the millennium. Blair was now seen as one.

The last strap to be fastened was the chin strap under Blair's jaw. Beatrice tugged on it a little before buckling it in place to make sure Blair was biting down on the rubber coated part of her bit. Once done Beatrice went over all the straps again to make sure all was snug as a bug in a rug. She stepped back and motioned for Christine to stand next to her. They both stood and stared with the wide happy smiles at their new surreal pony girl. A part of the bridle that really tickled Christine was how it made Blair look. The bit part pulled the corners of Blair's mouth so far back that it stretched Blair's luscious full lips across the front of her teeth and made her look like she was smiling. Christine could not get over it. Seeing her college friend looking so happy as a pony girl and knowing at the same time how much pain, shame and humiliation she was experiencing too. It made Christine's pussy so wet and throbbing.

Then she remembered, in the lobby, those pictures, those "before" and "after" pictures. She remembered the "after" pictures and how the fantasy women's faces looked. They all had that wonderful big smile while their eyes showed the intense pain of helplessness and betrayal. And now her worst enemy in college had that same look too. Oh wasn't revenge sweet, Christine though to herself.

"Well Aunt B, it looks like the little pony girl is all done and you have done a first class job of it too. I am sure if Blair could talk she would thank you. But then who has ever heard of a talking horse? Right, pony girl Blair?" Christine put her arm around Beatrice and hugged her like a member of her family as they both chuckled and laugh. Poor Blair was to involved with her own plight, at being the center of a tug of war between her nose ring and nipple rings, at having some strange head gear forced upon her with its accursed metal tongue depressor that almost made her gag, and at having her take one more step in becoming less of a human being and more of a mindless controlled beast of burden. Oh yes, Blair's world was shrinking with every passing moment and with every added accoutrement to her pony girl facade.

"Thank you dear" said a happy Beatrice. "But there is still one more part yet to do. I still need to apply the pony tail. There can not be a pony girl without the girl having a pony tail, now can we?" Beatrice put her hand to her lips to cover a little chuckle and a touch of embarrassment at finding her own little pun being funny. She then excused herself from Christine's presence as she walked to the same chest of drawers she took the bridle from.

Christine stepped up to Blair and began stroking her pony mane. Blair looked into her once upon a time college chum's gaze with her own big sad puppy dog eyes. She wonder if she could appeal to Christine's sense of humanity, one adult woman to another, maybe get her to empathize with her current situation, somehow let her know how sorry she was for all the bad things she might have done in the past, to show Christine that she had learned her lesson, that the punishment she was now grievously suffering in recompense more than fit any and all crimes she might have done, and to please take pity on her and show her some mercy and let her go, PLEASE! But what Blair seen in Christine's eyes as she continued to pet her pony's head was nothing more than complete and total satisfaction. And it would be a cold day in hell before Christine would ever help her again. Blair then lowered her eyes in defeat. Whatever was going to happen she would just have to grin and bear it. She had no other recourse. All her so called friends have betrayed her and were now seeking their own pleasure with her pain. How thoroughly helpless and hopeless she now felt. That is until she felt something cold touching her bung hole.

"Time to fit your pony tail my dear." Beatrice said with much pomp and ceremony that the situation called for. Upon hearing that Christine moved to the rear end of the pony girl to watch a master at work. Again, Blair knew her torture was still not over with as she quietly moaned to herself and released a single tear of sorrow.

Beatrice had just finished squirting some lubricant on and around Blair's butt hole. She then took a pair of rubber gloves and snapped them on her hands. Given what she heard Blair could easily surmise what was going to happen to her next. Horror, terror, and pain were her constant companions now, but at least they kept her from feeling shame, disgust and humiliation. What a choice!

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