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The pain from the whip drove me forward with a jerk. A second lash landed just below my harness and I trotted faster. I high stepped as I was trained and my owner, Mr. Clark, twitched the reins to the right or left holding me to the center of the road as I trotted toward the gate. My udders, heavy with milk, were bouncing up, down, and sideways and my hindquarters were quivering as I ran.

The gate approached and I knew I would have to turn left or right but would not know until I felt the pull of the reins.

The lash struck my right flank twice as the reins pulled my head to the left. I jumped sharply to the left and headed up the road. I straightened out as my head was tugged to the right by the reins and let out a cry as the lash struck my back signaling me to trot faster.

My body was a mass of pain. My back and hindquarters smarting from the whip, my stomach sucked in uncomfortably from the harness, udders flapping in front, the reins momentarily loose in my mouth as I trotted straight ahead. Mr. Clark controlled me, Peppergirl, quite well.

I was born Jennifer Conners and turned twenty only a few months ago. I am tall, blond with long hair, blue eyed, and long legged. I jogged several miles a day and all the men watched as I bounced past them. I am cute and was something of a tease. The whole world was before me until one day while jogging in the park by myself I was jumped from behind and dragged to a car. All I thought of was rape and I kicked and screamed until a rag was put over my mouth and I felt myself loosing consciousness.

I awoke bound, naked, in a stall on an island in the middle of nowhere.

Nobody spoke to me and I could not rise and look out of the stall to see. With my hands bound, I was forced to eat the gruel I was fed with my mouth. I relieved myself where I lay since I could not move. Three days I stayed like that before Mr. Clark came to me and explained what was happening and what would happen in the future.

I was stunned. I could not believe what he told me was actually happening. As far as he was concerned he owned me and would do with me as he pleased. I was his possession. I was to become a human mare, to be as such, and bred as such when it pleased him. My name was to be Peppergirl and I was to be trained as a pony. I would become a ponygirl. I would pull him in his carriage and do whatever else was required of me. I was a piece of property to him, to be trained and handled as he saw fit. I would be punished for disobedience and rewarded for correct behavior. Then he whipped me so I would know how it felt.

I screamed as the lash struck my body and unable to shield myself bound as I was the whip landed all over. I had never felt pain such as that before and for several days was extremely docile and let them do with me as they would. When I was untied later I was put into what was called a belly harness. My stomach was sucked in and my breasts (udders as I would shortly learn to think of them) raised high in front. The harness was belted in the back and straps ran down the front underneath my legs and buckled to the harness in the back. These straps prevented the harness from riding up just as the strap they put around my neck prevented it from dropping. My arms and wrists were bound at my sides so I could not move them. Next the straps at my waist were pulled tighter sucking my stomach in more and causing me to whimper. It seemed that my tormentors were only now pleased with their handiwork.

A bridle was placed over my head and a bit in my mouth. I tried to avoid both but bound as I was could not. They were tightened until again I whimpered. The reins were leashed high over my head so I must stand straight so tight were they pulled. It felt as if my mouth and head were supporting my entire body. I stood there for what seemed like hours before a pretty young girl dressed in a short sleeveless tunic came to me.

She stood in front of me and cupped my face in her hands and stroked it gently. She walked around me several times stopping often to examine my body with her hands, sometimes roughly and sometimes gently. When I became nervous and fidgety she soothed me by stroking my face and then continued her examination nevertheless. My private parts were squeezed and fingered. She stood behind me her back to mine and picked up each foot and examined it as a blacksmith would do to a real horse.

Tears were streaming down my face from my crying so helpless was I. She stood in front of me again, smiled at me, told me to be quiet and left.

Eventually my tears ran out and I did stop crying. Shortly thereafter she came back leading another girl bound in a harness like mine. She stood about ten paces in front of me and leashed the other girl. The harnessed girl did not seem nervous at all. She was quite beautiful with long brown hair, small pert breasts, and long legs. She was calm and smiled at me through her bit. Then she shook her head and whinnied like a horse and smiled again.

I looked at her and tried to speak but my voice was muffled through my bit. She whinnied and shook her head at me as if in laughter. The other girl smiled at her, stroked her back, and told her to be quiet. Then she turned to me and spoke.

"I am Sarah and will be your trainer. You are owned by Mr. Clark as is everything here."

I shook my head no but she ignored me.

"This is Longhair. She was born here as was her mother and grand mother. She is a ponygirl and knows no other life. She leads a pampered life waiting for the times she will pull a carriage. You, too, will be trained like her."

Again, stunned, I kept quiet.

"You heard her whinny. That is how you will learn how to speak. You will whinny and nay, speak and you will be punished. Now pay close attention. This," she said pointing to the objects on Longhair, "is the bridle, bit, and reins. They will control you in the carriage so get used to them. This is a belly harness. It does more than just suck your stomach in. It pushes your udders up and out so they swing more freely."

Sarah looked at me and saw the surprise on my face. She smiled.

"Yes, these are udders and these are teats. That is the only way they will be referred to around here. This is your hindquarters and this is your left flank and this your right flank. You are nothing more then a human mare and your autonomic parts are called as such. You will become used to them by these names so do not worry. These are hooves. See how they support your feet so you walk only on the balls and toes of your feet. You will have a training pair in about one week and shortly thereafter we will be able to measure you for a permanent pair."

Longhair stood patiently throughout the whole exhibition. She did not mind how she was handled and referred to. The way her eyes followed Sarah she appeared to be in love with her. When Sarah next put her hand between Longhair's legs she seemed to rub herself on the hand and her eyes softened more. Sarah took her hand out and raised it to Longhair's mouth and Longhair licked it.

That was disgusting and would not ever happen to me. A month later I sucked Sarah's fingers after they were between my legs, so easy was I to train.

What my desires were mattered not. Sarah did as she pleased with me and I did as I was trained. Refusal meant punishment so I obeyed. Eventually I obeyed without question. My life centered around her and Mr. Clark. They trained me whether I liked it or not. My will meant nothing.

Sarah eventually unleashed me and put a plate of food on a sill in the stall. She leashed me next to it. She put Longhair in the stall across the way and another girl in the one next to her. She gave each of them plates of food and left. They ate the food with their mouths right through their bits. They looked at me as if I should do the same but I could not.

Sarah came back, saw that I did not eat and took the plate away. She picked up the other two plates and I saw that they were both clean. She took us outside and leashed me in the corral while the other two were left free.

"I'm going to clean your stall while you are here. It is filthy but you could not help it. From now on you will relieve yourself here. Dirty the stall and you will be severely punished. Understand?"

I shook my head yes and Sarah left. The other two mares were relieving themselves in a corner. When they finished they came to me and rubbed their bodies against mine to soothe me. They squatted to show me how. I did it though I was embarrassed. I did not want to be punished.

When Sarah came back she smiled, petted me, and said I did fine. She led me back to my stall. It was clean with new straw laid on the ground.

"Keep it clean," she told me. "you relieve yourself outside only. Understand?" My head shook yes.

She smiled and turned to leave but stopped. She faced me and I wanted to trust her; she already had that power over me.

"I normally don't talk to my ponygirls and explain things to them but since you are from the outside I will make this one exception.

"I suggest you eat your dinner as Longhair and Browneyes did. You will never be allowed to use your hands when eating even if they are free. If you leave it I will remove it and eventually you will eat when hungry.

"Your training will start tomorrow. It will be hard but all ponygirls go through it. You were a runner so you should do well. Ponygirls do not speak; it will be well to learn that. You are lovely Peppergirl and it will be a pleasure to train you. It will do you well to cooperate since there are worse occupations than being a ponygirl. You can become a draft pony and never know the inside of a barn let alone a stall. If you do not learn you will become a draft pony, forever under the whip moving heavy loads."

With that Sarah left me. My mind was reeling and I did not understand what to do. When dinner was placed in front of me I ate it through my bit. It was a gruel with some meat in it and I ate every bit I was so famished. My mouth and face had food all over it when I was done.

Later that evening I was brought outside to relieve myself. When I was brought back in Sarah removed my bit and bridle, told me to lay down and go to sleep. My arms were still bound but I did as told. I fell asleep thinking how I would be trained in the morning.

It would be to long a story to tell how I was trained but suffice it to say that I was. My wishes meant nothing and my body was aching from the whip so deftly did Sarah know how to use it.

I ran mostly in the corral in a circle around a post. Sarah became the center of my life; I desired to please her and do as she demanded to avoid the whip. She wanted me perfect and applied the whip to achieve her aims. My legs high-stepped only so high and Sarah used the whip to insure the correct height and not higher or lower.

After about one week my feet were forced into training hooves so I looked more like a horse. These made my feet very uncomfortable and painful but I could do nothing about it. I cried and prayed I would have my own hooves as quickly as possible. Since they would be formed to my feet they should not hurt as much.

I liked Longhair and Browneyes. They helped me as much as possible. They constantly stayed with me in the corral when we were together and just being with them helped me accept what was happening to me.

I no longer chose what I wanted to do but did as I was trained without the slightest thought for my wishes. Just as horses, dogs, and other animals were trained so was I. It was disgusting but in its confines, to my dismay, I found myself wanting more. My entire life was centered around pleasing Sarah and not being discarded to the status of a draft pony. When not in training my life was pleasurable within the confines that I was allowed - no talking, living in a stall, being harnessed and so forth.

One day I was harnessed to a buggy and Sarah sat inside it. I had seen the other mares harnessed the same way and knew I was to pull it but did not see how until the lash struck my back. I jumped forward with the buggy following me. I was being trained to pull the buggy and under Sarah's guidance and whip it did not take long to learn how to present oneself for the initial lash to be off and how I would be controlled through the bit.

The hardest part was standing in the sun harnessed to the buggy for several hours waiting for Sarah to drive me and then being unhitched and either led inside or back to the training post in the corral. I finally learned that I would be used when and where Sarah wished only and not at my convenience.

I had no choice in anything planned for me to learn. The whip and my feed would see to that. Occasionally I was not fed, told that I was not training properly, and left to wonder why. Since I needed to eat, especially the little I was fed, I always resolved to correct what it was I did not know I was doing wrong.

The longer I was here the more docile and submissive I became for Sarah but still I occasionally rebelled especially when I did not understand what was wanted of me.