At Christmas time Tracy bought a huge tree, decorated it, and introduced Jasmine and Tamer to some old fashion American Carols, along with her family's recipe for eggnog, this time made with Tawnie's sweet milk.
Jasmine's Father, who arrived two days before the Holiday, was enjoying this new experience. He even lent his voice in singing Christmas Carols, even though he did not know all the words. Even he was laughing at his own mistakes, along with the girls, when he hit a wrong note or muffed the words.
After wrecking havoc with about seven or eight songs, Tracy suggested that a break was in order.
"Now that is the best idea yet," said the Sheik.
"Girls, I have an announcement to make, but first I have a little gift for each of you."
"Please your Highness, you do not have to give me a gift," announced Tracy. "You have given me more than I could ever wish for."
"Tut, tut Tracy, it is really nothing special. He handed them each a small envelope. Inside the envelope was a note that Read: "Outside is a little something that will help you getting around in the snow."
It was signed. "With love"
The girls headed outside, and there, parked on the snow, were three new snowmobiles. Each had a big red bow with their name on it.
"I must leave tomorrow and head back to the island, but Tracy, I will be back for your graduation, I would not miss it for the world."
That morning the Sheik left for home and a routine settled in. In the mornings Jasmine and Tamar headed for school, Tracy being a senior, had late classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays, the rest of the week was hers. It was her duty to milk, wash and groom Tawnie each morning. Tawnie was then led out to the paddock and allowed to run free until it was time for Tracy to head for school.
On Saturdays and Sundays, Tawnie was harnessed up to the surrey and each of the girls took the little mare for a ride around the farm.
Taking care of Tawnie was hard work but after a few weeks Tracy was really enjoying this new experience in her life. She actually had fun caring for Tawnie. Milking her was the most thrilling part, the way Tawnie would lean over the bar and let her tug and squeeze her teats, brought a smile to Tracy's lips. The part that she, at first, felt squeamish about was shaving Tawnie. She did not want to nick or cut her, but when Tawnie would moan in ecstasy, she knew she was doing it right.
After taking Tawnie to the paddock, Tracy would stand at the fence and watch her prance around free and content, the early morning sun washing over naked flesh. 'God, she's magnificent,' thought Tracy, so proud being a pony.
That night, as usual, the three girls were all doing their share of caring for Tawnie.
"Jasmine," asked Tracy, "Could I ask Tawnie a question? Or is she not allowed to speak at all?"
"Yes, she can speak. At the Estate the ponies were never allowed to talk, but at night, when no one was around, they would talk among themselves."
Tawnie couldn't believe that Tracy wanted to ask her a question.
"Thank you Jasmine. Tawnie, are you truly as happy as you seem to be?"
Tawnie looked over to Jasmine for some kind of sign.
"You may answer Tracy, if you wish too," answered Jasmine.
These would be the first words she spoke in many months. "Yes Tracy, I am very happy. I would never want to go back to my old life, this is where I belong; this is my home. And 'yes' I love my decorations. When I am harnessed to the surrey in all my dressage, I am the happiest. Hearing my bells ringing, my mane and tail blowing in the breeze, makes my heart sing.
"Mistress, the only things I miss are my sisters."
"Sisters?" asked Tracy, "But she is an only child."
"Back at the Estate Father has a private stock of three other ponies of which Tawnie was one. Their names are: Goldwing, Redwing and Midnight. All four became very close and treated each other as sisters. And Sylvia is like a mother to them." 'As you soon will be,' Jasmine said under her breath. "Remember Tracy, you must break their will, and too obey your every command, but never their spirit.
"But how do you break their will without breaking their spirit?
"With firm discipline yes, but also with kindness! Never whip a pony because she made a mistake, teach her like you would any wild horse, you must earn their trust."
All went well for the rest of the early Spring, Tracy learned all she could about the care and feeding of Tawnie.
It was now reaching graduation time for Tracy, and just as he promised, the Sheik arrived, but a month early.
They were sitting on the veranda sipping a very strong Arabic coffee when the Sheik spoke up, "Ladies tomorrow evening we are going to see a man I was told about that specializes in fine, rare acquisitions. We are to meet his agent, Fred, at a bar across state.
That evening they met Fred outside the bar and told them that he would be able to pick the perfect prospect. As they walked in Tracy was astonished at what she saw. There were many men and women dressed mostly in leather. The majority of the women all had collars around their necks. Some were in handcuffs, some were in armbinders and some had ball-gags in their mouths. One woman arrived unescorted and wearing normal street clothes walked in, sat at the bar, and ordered a drink. She was a very pretty redhead, and stood about five-foot six.
The Sheik nodded and Fred agreed.
Let me first introduce you to Wendy and a brief history of how she ended up being Tracy's pony.
Wendy, at twenty-one, is a very lovely and shapely girl that is a natural blonde but preferred to dye her hair red, as she felt it accentuated her blue eyes and other features. Not the least of which were her large 37C cup breasts with their long nipples that stood tall and proud. Her 23 inch waist and her 35-inch hips complemented her smooth, soft, rounded ass. And this delightful package stood five-foot six-inches in her bare feet.
Wendy was currently without a boyfriend; since they had recently broken up when he didn't or refused to satisfy her demands that he tie her up or spank her. She was just starting to get into it when he decided that the BD/SM scene was not for him. They had a fight and it came down to either him or...
That was about three months ago and she was feeling more and more frustrated until a friend of hers told her about a club where people who were into leather and things, like that, met occasionally on Wednesday nights and, if she was really turned on by things like that, she should check it out, but had to go alone since 'she' was turned off by things like that and thought they were disgusting. Tonight happened to be a Wednesday and Wendy decided to follow up and check out the club her friend told her about.
Now onto the story:
Wendy called for a taxi and gave the driver the address of the club. The taxi dropped her off and she went inside the club checking her purse at the counter and headed for the bar. Exotic music was playing loudly and there were men and women sitting around drinking and talking; most were dressed in leather and some of the women wore thin, soft, leather-like collars. Going up to the bar Wendy ordered a margarita.
She didn't notice the three lovely young women and two men sitting at a table glancing at her. One of the men was older, in his mid forties, wearing western-type clothes and a turban on his head, the other younger, around twenty-five and definitely American. The young man got up and sat on a stool next to her, asked her, her name, and if he could buy her a drink.
They started talking and Wendy found herself being turned on by him. He said his name was Fred and had been into the scene for a few years. Wendy said she'd only recently gotten into it but was interested in learning more. The man said he had a friend who was much more experienced than he and would she like to meet him sometime. Wendy said, "Yes" and Fred left to make a telephone call. Coming back to the bar he asked Wendy if she could meet his friend tonight. Wendy felt her heart skip a beat as she said, "Yes."
Fred called a cab and they left the club together. Going to an address in the older part of town Wendy found herself growing more and more excited as Fred's hand started to feel and squeeze her leg, almost lifting her skirt to touch her panties.
Arriving at the address Wendy saw it was some kind of club; they went inside and sat down in one of the booths. They had some drinks while Fred told the bartender he wanted to talk to his boss. The bartender left returning shortly and told them to follow him. They got up and walked towards the back of the club. As they approached the office door, Wendy turned to Fred and told him perhaps they should forget it since she wasn't so sure now. Fred grabbed her arm and pushed her thru the door telling her to relax and just take it easy, everything would be alright.
He had Wendy sit down in a soft, leather covered chair in front of the desk, behind it was seated an older man. The older man looked up and he and Fred started talking, he then asked Wendy if she really wanted to learn more about the leather scene. Wendy said she did but didn't know exactly where to start. The man said he could introduce her to some other friends of his who would be glad to show her more, but first he'd have to see what she had to offer in return. Wendy wasn't sure what he meant and said so. He told her he had to see her naked before things could go any further. Wendy blushed and almost told him to forget it but Fred coaxed her and reminded her that she had asked to come here so she started to stand up and unbutton her blouse. Fred stopped her and told her to just stand still, he would undress her.
Wendy told him not to but the other man said this was her first test and if she didn't pass, that would be the end of it. So Wendy reluctantly let her hands fall at her sides and let Fred unbutton her blouse. Sliding it off her shoulders he unzipped her skirt and told her to step out of her shoes. Putting his hands in the waistband of her half-slip he pulled it down over her legs as she stepped out of it. Reaching behind her he undid the clasp of her bra and pulled it away from her full lush breasts with their hardening nipples and pulled her panties down over her jutting ass and hips exposing her blonde pussy hair to him.
Telling her to clasp her hands behind her neck, Wendy did as told and started to blush red and tremble as she stood completely naked before the two men showing her trembling body to their gaze.
The air felt very cool and Wendy's full breasts started to quiver. Reaching between her legs he forced her thighs wide apart and pulled her nether lips wide open feeling them. His fingers came away moist and he remarked that she was already wet. She blushed a bright red from her neck to her navel. Turning her around, he stroked and kneaded her smooth jutting ass as she trembled. Slapping her harshly on her ass he told her that she would do just fine and picking up her clothes put them into a drawer which he then locked. He told Wendy she wouldn't need her clothes for a while and just relax; they'd take care of the next part. Fred told her to kneel down on the carpet and sit on her heels with her hands at the back of her neck. Wendy assumed the position as he came in front of her, and using his foot, forced her thighs wider apart, shamefully exposing her nether lips, spreading them open to his gaze. He had her sit there for a few minutes and asked her, "Are you ready to obey all orders given to you?"
Wendy answered, "Yes," With a quiver in her voice.
"Do you wish to back out now? This is your last chance."
Wendy answered, "No." Her full breasts rose and fell as she breathed heavily.
He told her to put her head down to the floor and not move.
Wendy did as told, bending slowly forward and rested her forehead on the floor with her breasts dangling. Fred came behind her and spread her ass cheeks and shoved two fingers in her wide open pussy, moving them slowly in and out while she gasped and moaned. Slapping her hard on her ass, he told her to kneel up again and don't move. Taking a high leather collar he buckled it tightly around her neck. He grabbed her wrists and put soft leather cuffs around each with some 'D' rings on the side and pulled them behind her to clip them together forcing her too thrust her full breasts out, prominently. Telling her to stand up he snapped around her ankles matching cuffs with rings and also cuffs above her knees.
Putting a full hood over her head, cutting off her sight, she felt the hood around her neck tightened. She started to shake and her full breasts started to swing to and fro, he slapped her on her ass and told her to calm down and relax. Wendy felt more straps being put around her legs, a strap was attached to the top of the hood and one of the straps around her legs and cinched tight, holding her bent over. She couldn't see the four strangers that now entered the room, walking around her and examining her from afar.
Fred then spoke up, "Wendy, do you consent to have your body decorated or marked in anyway your Master or Mistress wishes?"
"Yes Sir."
"That you will, immediately, obey all orders and commands given to you without question?"
"Yes Sir."
"That you will accept spankings, whippings, paddling or any other means of corporal punishment for the least infraction of the rules or for use in the aid of training?"
"Yes sir."
They nodded their approval and placed a large amount of bills on the desk. They left without saying a word. Little did Wendy know that the older man behind the desk was an auctioneer, and Fred his agent? That they dealt in the white slave market; that she unknowingly allowed herself to be sold, and would be trained as a slave to the highest bidder.
Letting her kneel erect he removed the hood, her full breasts bouncing with the movement, he asked, "Are you fully prepared to go thru with this?"
She nodded her head, "yes!"
Before she could say another word, a ball gag was placed in her mouth and the hood replaced.
Wendy jerked as fingers pulled her nether lips wide open and a huge dildo was twisted inside her. She was jerked forward in pain when her ass cheeks were pulled apart and a huge wooden insert was forced in her. She also felt straps being run thru her legs and up between the cheeks of her ass before being buckled tightly around her waist. Wendy was told that it was all necessary for security reasons. She felt the prick of a needle enter her left ass cheek and passed out.
She woke up a few hours later in another room; she felt the straps holding her bent over released and her ankles and wrists being freed from the tight cuffs. Helping her to her feet, a woman removed the hood and released the ball gag. As it popped out of her mouth the woman gave her a small robe to wear. Her full breasts poked it outwards and it barely covered her smooth soft ass.
The woman led her into another room where there was a man sitting behind a desk and left her there. The wood floor felt strange to Wendy's bare feet as she stood there shivering in the cool air and her nipples started to harden. He looked up and told her to remove her robe. Wendy was startled but reached for the bow holding it closed and untied it. It dropped to her feet and she stood standing completely naked to his gaze. Telling her to get up on the platform and sit on her heels, Wendy did so, aware of his eyes on her ass cheeks as they bounced, her breasts jiggled as she walked over to the platform and stepped up on it.
Kneeling down and sitting on her heels, she jumped when his hand reached in between her thighs forcing them wide apart. Telling her to clasp her hands behind her neck he stroked her smooth flat stomach and cupping her breasts, gently pet her quivering breasts as one would a frightened puppy, too pull on her nipples, calming her down.
Forcing her head to the platform, her ass was thrust high in the air and she moaned as his fingers pulled her nether lips wide open and shoved inside.
He pulled out a steel collar and, lifting her hair, snapped it around her neck and it closed with a loud CLICK. He snapped steel cuffs around her wrists with some rings on them and cuffed her ankles tightly with another set of steel cuffs and then told her to stand up. Turning her around with a hard slap to her ass he twisted her arms behind her back and locked her wrists, wrist to opposite elbow. Snapping a leash to her collar while he pulled on it forcing her to her knees with her luscious breasts thrust out.
He told Wendy, "Your first lesson will be training as a ponygirl. You are going to have those pretty lower lips of yours completely shaved and possibly pierced and ringed. Your nipples will most definitely be pierced and ringed."
Wendy started to tremble when she heard this and tried to get up but he slapped her face and pinched her nipples, telling her she had agreed to obey and she didn't have a choice in the matter anyway. Stroking her quivering breasts and kneading her soft ass he forced her to get up and, dragged by the leash attached to her collar, led her out, making her stumble and follow him down the hall.
Opening another door and leading her out into the courtyard she saw that there was a barn-like structure with a paddock next to it. Leading her inside the stables he made her enter an open stall and released her wrists from the tight cuffs and secured her collar to a ring mounted to the wall. Strapping a harness around her chest he bound her arms tightly behind her back above her ass allowing her breasts to swing free. Squeezing her nipples as she cried out, he forced in over her mouth, a large steel bit and buckled it tightly behind her head over her red hair.
Wendy was crying and trembling over the bit in her mouth as he brutally tightened the strap behind her head and underneath her chin, buckled it tightly and locked it on. She tried desperately, shaking her head, to dislodge the bit violating her mouth. Attaching reins to her bit, he tied them to a ring in the wall, locked her feet about two feet apart, forcing her to stand on her toes, as he took some soap and a brush, started to apply it to her lower belly. Warning her not to move, he began to shave her Vulva and pussy hair.
She felt the hair being scraped off and when he finished, took a towel wiping off the last of the foam. She looked down and saw she was completely exposed and the nether lips of her open pussy could clearly be seen.
Releasing her reins from the ring he stroked her soft ass, she jerked as he struck her soft ass cheeks with a crop making her move down the aisle into the corral to begin her first lesson. Cinching a belt tightly around her waist he backed her between the shafts of a light carriage and attached the rings from her belt to them. Her shaven belly was clearly shown below the belt and her full breasts swung free as he tightened the bearing rein pulling her head back forcing her to thrust her breasts and spreading nether lips out.
Picking up the reins he stepped into the carriage and picked up the underneath rein which ran between her legs and just lightly touched her shaven cunt, cracking the whip on her behind.
She jerked and started forward as he used the whip cruelly again to make her keep moving. Telling her to high step and keep her thighs well apart, they began to move around the corral. As they moved he pulled steadily on the rein going between her legs forcing her to open her thighs wider displaying her inner pinkness with each step she took as well as her shaven nakedness.
She cried out as the whip struck her behind with each step and jerked as the reins were pulled on the bit in her mouth making her turn left or right. When the whip struck her nether lips she moaned and increased her pace. As they moved her full breasts bounced and swayed, she was breathing heavily and streaked with sweat, the marks of the lash on her behind glowed when he finally reined her to a halt. Hitching her reins to a post he stood in front of her and felt between her legs. He told her she would be punished for becoming wet and she started to tremble, her breasts quivered as he took his crop and hit her twice across her ass. She was wracked with pain as she was jerked forward leading her back to her stall. Opening the stall gate he slapped her ass and removed her harness, bit and bridle, but did not release her wrists from behind her back or her collar and belt. He attached a chain to her collar that led to a heavy ring mounted to the wall.
Releasing her ankles he made her lie on her back on the straw and Wendy moaned as her sore ass scraped against it. Forcing her knees wide apart he forced his stiff cock into her tight pussy. She moaned as it spread her lips and forced its way deep inside her.
Grabbing her by her breast painfully squeezing them, he lowered his head to suck on her nipples and began a rough in and out movement brutally fucking her. Coming quickly, he pulled out and made her kneel in front of him and to use her lips and tongue to clean him off. He left her there whimpering, only to return minutes later.
Snapping a leash to her collar, he dragged her out of the stables and into the adjoining office. Making her stand up in front of a desk at which the woman was sitting. He released her hands and removed her leash but not her collar. The woman looked up and told her to kneel on the small bench nearby. Wendy hesitated and the guard slapped her ass and pushed her to the bench making her get up on it which put her behind at about their eye level. Wendy was aware that with her shaven belly, her dripping pussy lips could clearly be seen as well as her reddened ass and striped breasts.
Telling Wendy to kneel down and sit on her heels, the woman forced Wendy's thighs wide, showing her spread pussy lips and too clasp her hands behind her neck thrusting her quivering breasts out.
The woman asked her, "Are you ready to be put on display?"
Wendy hesitated and said, "No."
The woman told her, "You will be shown and put on display whether you like it or not."
The guard grabbed her wrists and cuffed them behind her back and forced her head to the bench clipping the ring on her collar to a hook holding her head down tightly and thrusting her ass up in the air.
"You will learn to obey without question all orders given to you." Do you understand?" said the woman.
"Yes ma'am," replied Wendy.
"Very well then, take her back to her stall and proceed with her training."
It was now two weeks since Wendy was brought to the training farm and her training was going as planed. The woman told Wendy, "Your owner will be pleased at your progress so far. We have received your adornments and they are quite lovely my dear. You are going to be branded this morning along with one piercing, and the rest of your piercings tomorrow morning. You may rest, after your branding, till your owner arrives tomorrow.
Wendy started to tremble and said, "That wasn't part of the deal, nobody said anything about being branded."
The woman slapped Wendy's face and pinched her nipples, and as Wendy opened her mouth, they used a pair of forceps to hold her tongue out. The woman then pierced Wendy's tongue and inserted an oversized barbell. A short was attached to the post of the barbell and the cap screwed on. This chain was connected to a longer chain and wrapped behind her neck then locked tightly behind her head. This forced Wendy to have to stick out her tongue. The only sounds she could make were gurgling noises as saliva ran from her mouth. They grabbed Wendy by the waist, bent her over, and strapped her, face-down on a table, so tight she could not move a muscle.
The woman went over to a small brazier in a nearby corner which Wendy hadn't noticed and, using her foot, operated a small bellows until the coals glowed hotter. She put on a pair of heavy leather gloves, picked up a branding iron and walked back to Wendy who was struggling in her tight bonds, her breasts were crushed against the table, her breathing heavily labored, and her drooling saliva pooling on the bench.
Wendy felt hands stroke her upper left ass cheek; she tried to scream as the branding iron was pressed into her upper left ass cheek and she passed out.
As she was coming to, she felt a pair of hands rubbing a healing balm on her brand. A three-sided mirror was brought in and Wendy looked back over her shoulder, she saw a two-inch high, one-inch wide letter 'T' burned into her left ass cheek. She was told to stick out her tongue and she could see the glaringly oversized barbell protruding from her now pierced tongue. Weeping and moaning in pain from her ordeal, she was led back to her stall.
Leading her back to her stall Wendy's mouth was forced open by the guard putting his thumbs on the side of her cheeks and pushing hard, a hard steel bit was forced in. and buckled tightly. The bit has a flat bar that rest on the upper side of the tongue, has a tiny hole that allowed the stem of the barbell to be inserted and the cap screwed on locking it in place. Its strap then buckled tightly behind her head and also locked, forcing her tongue down preventing any movement, she couldn't speak. Pinching her nipples and breasts he strapped the harness around her chest again and cuffed her wrists behind her back, wrist to opposite elbow, and tied the reins from her bit to a hook in the wall, forcing her to stand on her toes.
"Tomorrow morning your new owner will be here and decide on the placement of your adornments. I'm sure your owner will be well pleased. You must be so proud with your mark of ownership and I know you will wear it with pride and honor. I never saw a bit held in place quite like this before, but on you, quite charming."
He turned and left, locking the gate behind him, leaving her there moaning and sobbing.
She couldn't sleep, thinking about her new owner. It couldn't be Fred. No, that started with an 'F', this is a 'T', a large 'T'.
It was early the next morning when Wendy was woken from her pitiful night's sleep. The sun hadn't risen as of yet and the stable was eerie quiet. Wendy was led from her stall and brought to the wash rack. Her hands were released from her back and attached to a chain hanging from the rafters. Hanging as she was, her toes could not touch the floor. The pain was becoming excruciating in her now extended arms. The man started to wash her down using a stiff bristled brush on her entire body. When through, he hadn't missed a single inch of her body, she was crimson red from the neck down, but clean.
Her red hair was now returning to its natural color, in a few weeks it would be her natural golden blonde shade, but right now he was to bleach out all the red color. With her pretty blue eyes, blond eyebrows and thick eyelashes, 'Wendy was truly a beautiful woman,' he thought too himself, 'her owner sure knows how to pick em.'
He let her down, and taking a thick, thirsty towel, he wiped her down and blow dried her hair as he combed it out. He hated to do what he had to do next, but orders are orders, and ponygirls are ponygirls. Laying her on a table with her head just over the edge, her hair hanging down, almost touching the floor, he tied her down nice and tight. He next placed a strap across her forehead and buckled it tight to the edge of the table.
'God, I hate to do this,' he thought, as he ran his fingers through her thick, gorgeous locks.
Wendy knew what was coming next, "Sir, just do it---please!" As big tears rolled from her redden eyes and down her cheeks.
He took her hair in his hand and holding it close too her head, took a pair of large scissors and in one quick motion, he cut it. He laid it out on a cart and proceeded to shave the sides of her head leaving a strip in the center, two-inches wide. He spread a cream-like substance to the balance which stood it straight up, a perfect Mohawk cut.
He released her and had her stand up. She was not bound, but didn't move. It was now time too meet her new owner, her hands were bound behind her, wrist to opposite elbow, her collar reapplied and led back too her stall, fed breakfast, and too await her fate.
Wendy didn't have long to wait; she heard the crunching of tires on the gravel drive leading to the stable; she knew her time was at hand. Ten minutes later the groom entered her stall, removed the bit from her mouth, released her reins from the wall and led her to the blacksmith shop. On the way she saw a fully enclosed trailer pulled by a new, shiny black, Hummer H2. 'This must be my new owner's car,' she thought, 'He must have money to own such car.'