PART I. The Training Farm.

The early morning sun came through the window of the stall. I was able to see my surroundings much better than when I was brought here the previous night. My arms were drawn behind my back, and secured in a formidable slave harness. Leather straps crisscrossed my torso, which were attached to a wide belt around my waist. I had struggled for several hours to free myself but I eventually realized that it was useless. The harness was absolutely escape-proof.

A rubber-covered metal bit had been placed in my mouth as far back as it could possibly go. A leather bridle was fitted tightly around my head. A pair of leather sandals completed the outfit. Like everything else, they were impossible for me to remove by myself.

The stall was bare except for the straw on the floor. In the corner were the troughs for food and water. These were empty. My stomach growled. I had not had anything to eat nor drink for at least a day.

The door to the stall was a "Dutch door" style. I pushed on the door. Both sections were bolted from the outside.

As I walked around the stall something would brush my buttocks ever so slightly. I turned my head around as far as I could and saw that it was a large horse's tail! It seemed to be attached to the back of the belt near my own tailbone. As I would move, the tail would swish back and forth. The tail also had a practical application. Since I could not use my arms, the tail assisted in helping me maintain my balance as I walked.

Soon, I heard the bolts being drawn back. The door opened. I slowly walked through the open doorway of the stall.

My trainer stood holding a pair of reins. These were then attached to my bridle, and I was lead outside to a grassy area just outside the barn.

In the center of the grass was a cart similar to a racing sulky. I was placed between the two poles and firmly secured to them.

My trainer produced a pair of foam plugs and placed them into my ears. Then, two pieces of wax were also used to ensure that I could hear only the very loudest of sounds.

Finally, a blindfold was placed over my eyes. One by one, my senses were being taken away from me, and making me more helpless.

I could feel the sulky move. My trainer was climbing into the seat. Then I felt the reins snap a bit. I was still confused from the lack of sight and sound, so I didn't move. That was a mistake.

Suddenly I felt a whip strike between my shoulder blades. I jerked about as best as I could but I was fastened too well. A second stroke from the whip convinced me to begin pulling the sulky. My legs pushed against the ground. First the right leg then the left. I was pulling not only the weight of the sulky, but my trainer's as well. It was difficult starting, but once I was able to get some momentum I was able to move forward with much more ease.

We were going down some sort of road or trail. The sandals kept my feet from being hurt by the small stones that were on the ground. I felt a rightward pull on the reins. I knew that I was being given instructions to start turning in that direction. However, I responded too slowly and I felt the whip once again.

We continued for quite some time on the trail. I would feel the reins' movement and I would turn in the appropriate direction. As long as I obeyed my trainer's directions, I would be lead down a path free of ruts and stones. I had found this out the hard way. At one point I was too slow in making my turn. I had scraped against a thorn bush on the side of the trail. Obviously, these had been deliberately planted so that a lesson in obedience would be taught.

The sweat was pouring off my body. I felt the stinging as it entered the cuts from the thorn bush and the whip. My breathing was becoming more labored. I was reaching my limits of endurance. My trainer must have detected this also.

Finally, the reins were pulled back, telling me to stop. I was then released from the sulky and taken back to the barn. However, the blindfold and earplugs were not removed. I was cooled down and lead into the stall. My bit was removed and my head was directed to the feeding troughs. I lowered my face and I discovered fresh food and water. I was so hungry and thirsty, I forgot any sense of pride and ate and drank my fill. Once I was finished, the bit was replaced.

The sulky training was repeated twice more that day. I soon learned that as long as I trusted my trainer and obeyed the reins and whip, I would avoid any serious injury.

For the next three days I was in darkness and silence. My trainer would change the routes of the sulky training so that I could not memorize the paths. I was totally dependent on my trainer for directions. I also had to vary my pace from time to time. Sometimes I went at a leisurely pace. Sometimes I had to go at full speed, with my trainer using the whip to make me go ever faster. The length of the rides were also increased. My endurance was improving with each ride.

On the fourth morning, the blindfold was removed. I was somewhat disoriented since I had become accustomed to being in darkness. The plugs remained in my ears however.

During this ride I was able to get an impression of the size and complexity of the farm and trails. The farm had not only fields for crops, but there was a small lake and a heavily wooded area as well. It seemed to be located in a small valley, obviously isolated from any towns. The trails crisscrossed the farm and the valley. They went around the lake and through the woods as well as into the fields. It was actually quite beautiful.

The training process continued much the same way as before, but now I could see things that if I would have seen before, I would have rebelled against my trainer.

Besides the ruts, stones, and thorn bushes, we would occasionally come across a snake or a small animal like a skunk. Although they wouldn't hurt me, I would have been startled enough to balk at going any further. Who knows how many times I had come near these creatures?

I was getting into the habit of anticipating my trainer's commands, which was not a very wise thing to do. I would see a curve ahead of me and I would start to make the turn without waiting for my trainer to make the proper pull on the reins. I then felt the reins jerked back hard, telling me to stop. The reins were then pulled right, left, up, down, and back several times. Then the whip struck me between the shoulder blades. The point of the lesson was clear...I was to obey my trainer. I was to respond to the reins and not think for myself.

Three more days went by as I gradually built up more stamina. My legs had ached the first couple of days, but now they were starting to get used to the workload.

The next morning, the wax and the foam plugs were removed from my ears. I was hooked up to the sulky and driven down the trails. I could hear the singing of several different types of birds, and the splashing of fish in the lake. As we came to a hilly area I could hear something else.

I could tell that it was just over one of the hills! It was the sound of many cars and trucks. An interstate highway was nearby!

I was completely surprised! An interstate highway was just over the hill. Freedom was only yards away! If I had known this earlier, I would have made an attempt to escape. Then I realized that that was the object of the earplugs and blindfold. I was to learn obedience without the distraction of knowing that an escape was possible.

We continued the drive along the hilly area. The trail went up a small incline. I pulled the sulky up this incline with very little effort.

But then, a steeper incline was ahead of me. My legs pushed much harder. The reins snapped and the whip came down...CRACK! It was the first time that I had actually heard the whip being used. I was able to get the sulky up the incline, but I could see that I had a lot of work in store for me. There were still more small hills. They varied from the small inclines I first came upon, to hills of different heights and steepness.

With each hill I had to drive my legs ever harder in order to get up the incline. My trainer used the whip frequently. CRACK!..CRACK!...CRACK! Sometimes I started to slide back, and my trainer would expertly strike my back and the backs of my legs to "encourage" me forward.

By the end of the ride, I had been driven along the entire valley. Up hills and down. Faster, slower, with no nonsense being tolerated by my trainer. I was totally exhausted and in a great deal of pain not only from the whip, but from the strain on my body from the efforts I had made.

When I arrived back at my stall, I noticed something new had been added. A stainless steel shaft had been mounted to the floor. A second, wider shaft was fitted over the first. It had a smooth, rounded end and a screw-type knob was near its base. It was about two and a half feet high altogether.

After I had finished with my food and water, I had expected to be re-bitted, but instead I was lead over to the shaft. A lubricant was applied to the stainless steel, and I was positioned over the device. My trainer spread my legs slightly, then pulled up on the knob. The rounded end then slipped up my asshole, impaling me! The knob was then tightened, securing the shaft in its position. I could not bend over, nor jump off the metal intruder!

Then my trainer for the first time, removed my harness and other restraints. I slowly moved my arms which had been locked up for days. They ached, but it felt so good to move them again!

I could not release myself from the shaft. The adjustment knob was directly behind me, but out of the reach of my hands. It was also very tightly turned so that I would have needed a great deal of hand strength to undo it anyway. I was standing totally naked and helpless.

Buckets of warm soapy water were brought in. Shampoo, sponges, and towels were laid on a stool. A safety razor and shaving lather were next. Then some sort of spray bottle was the last item brought into the stall.

My trainer moved behind me. The shaving lather was applied to the sides of my head. The razor was then used to shave away the hair. The process took some time as my trainer did not want to cut me. When I was finished, The sides of my head were completely shaved, leaving only a three inch mane in the center!

Next, a sponge was plunged into one of the buckets and my trainer applied it to my back. Previously, I was bathed while still harnessed. It was also cold water, not warm. The warmth of the water penetrated my back. It was wonderful!

First my back was washed, then the backs of my legs. I was massaged as the washing took place. Slow, and sensual.

My trainer then shifted to my frontside. Again, a slow wonderful rubbing of my skin and muscles was used. I closed my eyes as my trainer began up my legs to the insides of my thighs.

Then, without thinking of the consequences, I touched my trainer on the arm. Instantly the pleasurable feeling stopped and in seconds, the whip was striking me. Again and again, the whip was applied. I cried out in pain.

"My job is to train you, not fuck you!" my trainer yelled. The last of the water buckets was poured over my head. I was roughly towelled dry. The washing materials were then gathered up and my trainer left the stall and bolted the door.

I was still impailed on the steel shaft! I stayed there the rest of the night.

The next morning, I was once again harnessed, bitted, and bridled. The control knob was loosened and the metal intruder was lowered. From the spray bottle, an insecticide was applied to my body so as to keep the flies and mosquitoes off of me.

The sulky training continued but with a slight difference. Several lead weights were added to the frame. From what I could tell, I would now be pulling at least thirty pounds more than before.

The additional weight made it much more difficult to go up the hills, but I had little choice in the matter. The whip made it quite clear that I had better get used to working harder.

Each new day's training brought additional weight to be pulled. I stopped trying to guess how much, and just concentrated on my task instead. I did know that I definitely was much stronger and had greater stamina than when I first arrived.

I also stopped trying to anticipate my trainer, and learned to trust the commands being given to me. As long as I obeyed, the use of the whip was minimal.

One day, I was directed towards a section of the trails that I had never been on before. It was more like an access road for the farm vehicles as it had several tire marks in it. As I proceeded down the trail, I could hear the sound of the vehicles on the highway. The farther I went, the louder they became.

Far up the trail I could see a place where the trail came to a fork. It had only a left and right turn to choose from. Just barely through the trees, I could also see the movement of cars on the highway. The right turn would lead to that highway while the left turn would take me back to the farm.

My heart was beating much faster than before. If I could get to the highway surely someone would be able to rescue me! The distance wasn't that great. I could probably endure a severe whipping from my trainer if I made a break for it!

I came closer and closer to the fork. Each stride I took would be a stride closer to freedom! My mind was buzzing from the anticipation.

But I was also afraid of what would happen if I failed in my attempt. If I tried to escape, the punishment would be severe. By remaining obedient to my trainer, I would probably be treated better.

The time had come. I felt the reins being pulled to the left. I knew that I had only a second to make my decision. Left, and choose the farm? Or right, and possible fredom?

I made my choice....I turned left.

I was taken back to the barn and given a hearty meal and fresh water. There was a smile on my trainer's face as I heard the words: "Congratulations! You passed the test!"

It was a test! It was to see just how obedient I had become. If I had chosen the right fork, probably there would have been something to stop me from going any further. I was glad I made the choice that I did, even if it meant that I had to return here.

PART II. The Plantation.

I awoke the next morning to the sound of a truck pulling up to the barn. I looked out of the window and I saw my trainer talking to the driver of the truck.

The door to the stall was opened and I was lead outside. There was a horse trailer hitched to the truck. It was painted in a glossy black. There were no markings on it of any kind. It also had no windows. The only openings it had were the doors in the back. A ramp was placed from this opening to the ground. I knew that I was going to be put inside the trailer! I tried to struggle but both my trainer and the driver took a firm hold of me, and lead me up the ramp.

Several leather straps hung from the inside walls. I was secured in these restaints to the point that I could not budge an inch. I was facing towards the front of the trailer. I felt my trainer's hands stoking my neck and shoulders. "I wish I could bid on you myself. You were the best I've trained." With that, my head was held while my bitted lips were kissed by those of my trainer.

The ramp was placed in the trailer and I heard the driver talking to my trainer.

"You seem to get the best ones to train."

"It takes work. But this one was easy..a real natural."

The doors closed. As there were no windows, the inside of the trailer was soon cut off from the light. I heard the doors being locked. Then I heard the truck start.

I then started to detect a peculiar odor in the trailer. It grew stronger. I began to get groggy.

It was sleeping gas! I was unconcious in seconds!

I wasn't sure how long I had been out. Hours? Days? The trailer was pitch dark inside. I struggled in the restraints as hard as I could. There must have been a motion detector of some kind inside, for the sleeping gas was released and I was unconcious again.

At one point during the trip, it seemed as if the driver had stopped. Perhaps at a truck stop, or a rest area. I tried to make some noise so that someone outside could hear me. But the gas was released once again. A sensitive microphone must have also been installed as well.

Since I couldn't do anything to free myself, and I couldn't get help from the outside, I simply kept quiet for the remainder of the trip.

Finally, after several hours had passed, the truck stopped for the last time. Within minutes the back doors were unlocked and opened. The light caused me to squint my eyes for a few seconds. Then two pairs of hands began to undo the leather straps that held me in place. I was turned around and taken to the back of the trailer, and lead down the ramp.

The hands belonged to a man and woman. Both were quite muscular as if they were both bodybuilders. They were dressed in identical outfits: tight fitting riding pants, shirts, and boots. From their belts hung formidable-looking whips. Much like the lunge whip that was used on me on the farm, but shorter and much thicker.

I looked around as best as I could. There were several white painted buildings of various sizes and shapes. Other horse trailers were nearby. Some already empty, others having just arrived.

I was taken to a corral that was attached to one of the buildings. The corral had a five foot fence with barbed wire on the top of it. Once at the gate, my restraints were removed and I was pushed inside.

I was not the only occupant. There were eight others already there, male and female. Like myself, they were all nude. Some had manes like myself, others had full heads of hair. One in particular caught my eye. She was a strikingly beautiful redhead, with hair that grew all the way to the small of her back. She had large, well-formed breasts that accented her already perfect body proportions. But as with the rest of us, the lines from the harnesses could clearly be seen on her tanned skin. Otherwise she was flawless.

When all of the occupants of the horse trailers were in the corral, the man and woman entered with their whips drawn. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! They flicked the whips towards their captives. A door leading to the inside of the building was pulled open. In a few minutes I was driven inside the building with the others.

I walked down a corridor of some kind. It was only a couple of feet wide. The walls were about six to seven feet high. The man and woman were walking alongside on a platform of the same height. They would look down at us and if someone was too slow, or stopped altogether, the whips would be used to drive them forward.

At the end of the corridor was another door. It opened and I found myself and the others in a small ten by ten foot room. There were nozzles of some type on all of the walls and on the ceiling. A large fan duct was in the middle of the ceiling, and several drains were in the floor.

Suddenly the door closed. Then I could hear the sounds of machinery. From out of the nozzles came hot, soapy water! The water was under quite a bit of pressure, which hurt somewhat. Since the nozzles were all over the room, there was no relief.

We were rinsed in the same fashion. Then, something else came out of the walls. There was a stinging sensation in my eyes. My hands went to my face. My fingers touched my mane and suddenly I was holding a clump of my hair! It was some kind of hair remover! In minutes everyone was completely bald. Even our pubic hair was going down the drains in the floor.

We were again washed and rinsed. A disinfecting spray was the last thing to come out of the nozzles. The fan was activated, and warm air was generated through the room, drying us off.

I could hear the sobs of some of the others. The redhead that I had admired so much was crying the loudest. She must have been quite proud of her tresses, and now she was even more naked than before.

The door opened, and I knew that we were expected to come out of the room. I was the first to leave. Again I saw the man and woman perched above the narrow corridor. This time I was driven towards a set of swinging doors.

I went through the doorway. I found myself standing in the center of a circular room. There was a man standing by a control panel about six feet from me. I heard the doors lock. The man and woman appeared on either side of me. The woman was carrying a tape measure while her companion brought along a box and something that looked like a wide pair of pliers.

The woman then began to measure my head, neck, arms, waist etc. There wasn't one part of me that was left out. Each size was noted by the man at the console who wrote them down on a clipboard.

The woman moved in back, and placed her arms around me. Then she put me in a half-nelson hold. She was extremely strong. She probably could snap my neck with relative ease. I decided not to find out so I did not resist.

The man set the box on the floor and began pulling out some sort of plastic strapping. He wrapped the inch-wide polyvinyl around my ankles, and pulled them together. Once they were firmly bound, he took the tool and "locked" the strapping in place with a piece of metal. With the same tool, he then cut the plastic. The same procedure was done around my calves, under and over my knees, and then around my thighs. My legs were pinned tightly together.

The woman released me from her wrestler's hold. The strapping was then wrapped around the rest of my body, pinning my arms to my sides.

To see if I was indeed totally immobile, the woman stepped in front of me and gave a gentle push. I tetered, then fell straight back! Before I went too far, the man caught me and set me upright again.

They walked over to the console and picked up some metal plate-like contraptions. The devices had plastic hoses hooked to them that were also connected to the console. Velcro straps were attached to the plates.

One plate was placed over my right buttock. It was about four inches in diameter. I could see that the plate had numerous holes on the side that touched my skin. The straps were then secured, holding the plate tightly.

Another, identical plate went in the area just below my waist, and right above my genitalia.

Finally, the woman took my upper lip and stretched it onto a small metal plate. Then she took a clamplike device and twisted a knob until it held the plate tight.

With the plates now in place, the man at the counsel pressed some buttons. He then spoke, as if he was reading off an invoice, "Number A245C, point of origin, Badger State Farm." The woman looked at a clipboard, and nodded her head. The man at the console then pushed a large red button.

There was the sound of air hissing and liquid gurgling. I felt the hoses vibrate.

Suddenly, dozens of tiny needles began going through the plates, penetrating my skin! I felt like a pin cushion!

I saw a liquid going through the hoses, then I felt it entering the places where the needles were.

The process took only a few seconds. The needles withdrew, and the plates were removed.

The woman opened my mouth and pulled up on my upper lip. "A245C", she said to the man at the console, "I can read it without any problem at all."

The process had been quite painful. My eyes were blurry from my tears, but I could see what had been done to me. I bent my head down and looked at the area just below my waist.

There was a multicolored picture of a Centaur! I had been tattooed! The one on my upper lip was a registration mark like those done on thoroughbred horses!

I was becoming more and more, a possession. Something to be bought and sold. Used and even abused. The tattoos of the Centaur and the registration number were only part of the process.

The poly strapping that held my legs were cut off, allowing me to walk. One of the stablehands guided me through a door, to the outside of the building.

From there I was lead towards a large rectangular structure. Connected to it were several smaller buildings. I was taken to one of these.

As I walked, I could see other buildings nearby. Each seemed to have its own function. A short distance away, there were areas that looked like a racetrack, and an outdoor show ring.

I soon arrived at what I knew was a stable. There were a dozen stalls inside. Unlike the one at the farm, the stalls had four foot high walls which allowed the occupants to see around them. There were however, iron bars that went from the top of the walls to the ceiling. The wood was painted a bright white, and above the doorways were the Centaur emblems that I now wore. Inside each stall were the usual food and water troughs. There was also, a stainless steel shaft, identical to the one at the training farm. I shuddered, remembering how it felt having that thing inside me for those many hours.

I was placed inside the stall nearest to the main door of the stable. The door was slid closed and latched. One by one, the other captives were taken to their new homes. One or two would hesitate to go inside their stalls. The former redhead actually had to be seized by two of the stablehands, and literally carried in.