4. Tawnie Meets the Sheik.

That evening, after she was fed, the overseer placed Tawnie into her steel harness, locking it on. Its stiffness forced Tawnie to stand straight, her shoulders back, and her breasts out proud. He applied a clear sticky substance to her breasts and sprinkled silver glitter on them. Finally, he attached her shinny bridle with the plume, adjusted her bit, and locked it on.

Sylvia, brushed out Tawnie’s tail, took a wisp of Tawnie’s mane and formed it into bangs, laying it to one side of her forehead, sprinkled some glitter on it.

She looked exquisite.

“Oh, my!” Exclaimed Sylvia, standing back. “You look stunningly gorgeous.”

Tawnie, standing proud, but not with arrogant pride, was led high-stepping to the smithy's to have her new shoes mounted to her shiny hooves.

With her bells ringing, her body erect, and her head held high, she was led to the estate and presented to His Highness for his approval.

Tawnie was led in front of His Highness, told to kneel and bow with her forehead touching the floor, which she did gracefully. His Highness stood and walked to where she was kneeling and told her to rise. With eyes like cold steel, he walked around her, examining her every curve. Standing next to this man, Tawnie felt lost and helpless. He then looked over to the overseer and Sylvia, and smiled his approval. Reaching down he inserted his finger into the ring on Tawnie’s clit chain and led her to a cushion next to him. Having her kneel to his right, with her legs open wide, he locked her ankle bands to her thigh bands. She stayed there the rest of the evening, with her clit ring still on his finger, as slave girls fed him.

There were many guests seated at the banquet table, both men and women from many countries, England, France, the Near East, and as far away as the United States. Sitting next to His Highness was Amead, the man who kidnapped her.

“And does the gift please you, your Highness?” asked Amead.

“Yes Amead,” said His Highness, in an impeccable upper class British accent. “You did very well indeed. I dare say I am truly pleased.”

“Thank you, your Highness. I am happy that my little gift pleases you. It is most difficult to find a birthday gift for the Princess Jasmine.”

‘So,’ thought Tawnie, ‘I am a birthday gift for the Princess.’

“Ah, yes Amead, she is indeed a little gift, but quite a lovely one,” he said, as he stroked her pussy and gently pulled on her clit chain. The Princess will surely enjoy her gift as much as I.”

Every time His Highness pulled on her clit chain and rubbed her mound, her pussy bells would ring.

Some of the harem slaves were entertaining the guests, sexually, while others were belly dancing to Arabic music preformed by the court musicians. All had stainless steel rings in their nipples, and some had their nether lips pierced also, supporting a small ring. Generally, the more nether rings, the higher the status in the harem. The most a harem slave could hope for was two. They all had on their left ankle a metal cuff with the Master’s initials on it.

Sylvia had achieved the highest rank a harem slave could achieve, not only was she the only female groom, her rings were gold. And she wore the crest of His Highness on the gold chain attached to her nipple rings. Tonight she wore her traditional see-through harem outfit, but tonight it was violet in color, to signify that she was Tawnie’s personal charge.

5. A Visit to the Doctor.

That morning, after relieving herself and being milked, she and Redwing were led by the overseer, to a room that she had never seen before. Its walls were white and equipped with furniture that you would find in a doctor's waiting room. She started to tremble. She was chained to a wall and told to not worry. She and Redwing were to have a physical exam and flu shot. It seemed like forever when she was finally brought into the exam room. The doctor did the routine exam and then gave her her shot. She felt a little woozy and the doctor told her to lie down and rest for a minute.

Tawnie awoke later that afternoon feeling groggy, not knowing what happened. All she knew was that her pussy felt like it was on fire and somehow empty. The last thing she remembered was that she and Redwing were given an examination and flu shot that morning. ‘Boy,’ she thought, ‘I must be allergic to that flu shot.’

Lying in her stall, she raised her head and noticed that her pussy locks were removed, but her rings and bells were still attached. She wished that her hands were free so she could feel herself just one more time.

Just then the overseer and the doctor came in, along with Sylvia. The doctor was saying: “She is to stay in her stall and rest. She can get up tomorrow and walk around, but no strenuous exercise for three days. She can have soft fruit if hungry tonight, and I will be back in two weeks.”

Three days later her catheter was put back in and padlocks back on, she was allowed to run in the paddock area with the other ponies. But something was different. She felt empty. That’s what it was, her pussy was empty! There was no dildo nicely tucked inside.

All went well for the next two weeks. The doctor returned and gave her a clean bill of health, saying that she was a strong young mare. Her dildo was replaced and her locks put back in place. Tawnie now felt complete.

The next week Tawnie started to get a worried look on her pretty face, she was almost a week late. She had been a few days late before so she thought nothing more of it. Five more days went by and she was now really worried, knowing that she had had no sex since her last period, except for the time the groom raped her. She would ask Sylvia if she would ask the overseer to call the doctor for her.

“My poor little Tawnie, weren’t you told, I thought you knew, you were given a...a... Oh how I wish I could tell you.”

“Please Sylvia! Please tell me what I wasn’t told. PLEASE!” She was begging, crying.

Just then the overseer came into Sylvia’s room. Seeing Tawnie lying on Sylvia’s lap, crying hysterically, he nodded and told Sylvia to continue to explain.

Resting Tawnie on her lap, Sylvia explained: “Because you are to be a special gift to the Princess Jasmine for her birthday, it was deemed that no man shall ever touch you; and that you belong to her alone, that is why you were so elaborately decorated.”

“You were given a tubule libation three weeks ago...”
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“A...A tubule! OH MY GOD! NOOOOOO,” she screamed. “WHY? WHY?”

“You were never meant to be brought to foal. No one is to ever have sex with you, and you are never to feel the penetration of a man. And the lack of your periods is due to some strange herbs they had been giving to you in your food.

Knowing that she wasn't completely sterile, and that there was a chance to reverse it, helped her recover her composure.

Sylvia continued, “I was given a hysterectomy upon my arrival because I was meant to stay at the palace and be a love slave to all of His Highness’s guests, and because of my age. When I was punished and sent to muck out the stables, I was reunited with Midnight. I asked His Highness to be sent here permanently and he granted my wish. I have never been happier, taking care of Goldwing, Redwing, Midnight, and now my little Tawnie. And my precious Redwing was artificially inseminated at the same time you had your operation and she is now in foal. I love you all so very much!”

That afternoon the overseer led Tawnie to the blacksmith shop, removed her tail and placed her on the bench, sitting up, locked her in place.

“And now for your personal mark of ownership. He pulled her lower lip down and the Smithy tattooed her name, ‘Tawnie’ to her lower gum and to the inside of her lower lip, ‘property of Princess Jasmine,’ her personal owner's name.

Her tail was reinserted and she stood before the overseer. Her tail now had three small chains mounted to the ends of the butt-plug. He ran the two chains in front, on each side of her pussy lips, and locked them to her waist belt. The other chain ran between the crack of her ass and locked to the belt. Now even her tail was locked on her.

“Tawnie, you will never have to worry about being brought to foal. You will never have to worry about a groom using you from behind, for your master and I alone will be able to remove your tail. I will unlock it in the morning and evening so you can relieve yourself. Sylvia will be able to reinsert your tail and lock it on, but not remove it.”

She started to cry.

“Why are you crying? You should be proud that you belong to the Princess; that you are her personal pony.”

“I...I am pleased to be Princess Jasmine’s personal pony, she cried, but...”

“But what?”

“But I...I, now I can never have pretty foals like Goldwing or Midnight,” she sobbed. “I would have loved to present His Highness and Princess Jasmine with a pretty new foal someday.”