"Isn't she lovely, Mona?'

"Yes, Honey."

"My new pony-girl! And do you know how much I paid for her? Daddy will be So pleased! I can't wait to get her home!'

"Just as long as you promise to take care of it and keep it fed, watered, trained and disciplined like a real pony should be..."

"Oh, I will, Mona! I promise! She's definitely NOT going to be like the last one!'

"That's good, Honey. Now why don't you hop into the carriage while Mona here finishes chaining your new pony to the luggage rack and set yourself a-pondering; 'cos you've got to think of a nice, fitting name for your new pet."

"Yes. Mona. I'll think up some names and you can tell me which once you think is best..."

Mona finished locking the end of the chain and then grabbed the pony by her collar.

"Listen Bitch. I don't know where you come from or what you were before you signed on for this, but this is a wake up call.

You might think this place is a kinky Fantasy Island for rich kids to live out their dreams and a good place to earn a quick buck on your back, but boy; you are SO wrong.

That young lady's father was a Don - if you've the brains to know what that means - and when his only daughter began to loose the plot he took her to all the best trick-cyclists that money could buy. All to no avail.

So he did the next best thing than cure her. He made her delusions a reality.

This place was created solely for her. It's her reality, so when she bought you, she bought you for real.

So you can forget about the six week contract, cos' that's just a piece of paper that got shredded the minute you stepped off the boat. Just concentrate on being a nice obedient slave girl- which is what you're going to be for probably the rest of your miserable life.

Cos' if you don't, you're going to end up swinging in that cage behind you.

Just Like your predecessor...."