Maddy, was rendered numb by her assault. Docilely, she watched the tall, dark eyed man who had raped her ride away. She had the feeling that some line had been crossed and that her almost ceremonial ravishment marked the beginning of her new life. Her wrists strained at the buckles that held them high behind her back. She discovered that she was crying. A feeling of dark foreboding came over her as she watched the man recede into the distance through her hood’s narrow apertures.

The despondent girl was able to see only small swatches of the landscape around her. There were long lines of white rail fences around what looked like a dirt track. A large house stood in the distance. There were several outbuildings. To her astonishment, she thought she saw a tall, masked, naked woman pulling a cart.

That was exactly what Maddy had seen. Standing next to the young girl, watching over his new charge, was Maddy’s trainer, Anton Drabik. Drabik was a former colonel in the Red Army. Times had been tough when the former Soviet Union collapsed and it was many months following his discharge ‘for economic reasons’ that he had been able to get any kind of a decent job. His skill as a killer of men, well honed in the Afghanistan fiasco, was the only skill he had had to market. It didn’t take long for him to be recruited by one of the new ‘mafias’ that had sprung up. He had risen quickly in the organization and now worked as an assassin and part time trainer of ponygirls for Axmail Grobgy, himself a former KGB apparatchik.

It was Grobgy who had sampled Maddy’s cunt just now. He was her new owner and master. He also commanded a virtually tribal clan of steel eyed, ruthless gangsters who controlled 35% of the heroin smuggled into the new Russian and Ukrainian Republics. His ‘family’ had extorted themselves into significant shares of hundreds of legitimate businesses. There was a special market they ran outside of Odessa specializing in ‘hard to find’ items such as weapons, identification papers, car parts, and, some alleged fissionable material.

Untold wealth had fallen into the coffers of a fortunate few since the fall of the ‘Evil Empire’. The two dozen or so newly minted multi-millionaires that had taken up residence in central Kalikastan had purchased huge estates, most of them former communal farms, and resumed the sports and hobbies of their capitalistic and feudal forbears. Among the ancient traditions of the raiders of the Kalikastan steppes was the sport of pony racing, female, human ponies, that is.

The rules of the sport were simple. All women recruited to serve as human thoroughbreds were to be of non-Slavic origin. This prevented the sportsmen from drawing on the hundreds of thousands of nubile women in the former Soviet Republics who might otherwise grace their paddocks. Females from countries that were the traditional enemies of the Workers’ Paradise were especially prized. Americans, Britons, Germans, Poles, and other Western European females were numbered among the prime pony flesh. Drawing on centuries old enmities, Swedes and Hungarians were treasured. Maddy was potentially, given her large but graceful physique, and her American origins, a natural for the sport.

The six foot four inch tall Drabik was the ace of Grobgy’s trainers. He knew good pony flesh when he saw it and this new girl had great potential. All would depend on her training. All thoughts of her own humanity must be driven from her. She must learn that she is merely a chattel, albeit a valuable one, existing only to please the lusts and desires of her master and his guests and servants.

Maddy’s opportunity to take in her new surroundings was cut short by a pull on her leash. Fearfully she followed the lead. She could see the broad back of a man walking purposely before her. He was wearing a dark blue tee shirt and jeans. His hair was long and blond, descending loosely to his shoulders.

They were walking quickly along a dirt pathway. Maddy struggled to keep up, fearing the consequences if she should stumble and fall. She saw that they were approaching a huge, white, barn-like building. On the peak of the building was a large crest, consisting of a yellow, rampant wolf, its talons raised to strike, on a field of blue. Underneath the fiercely depicted wolf was an inscribed motto, “Sub hoc signo vinces” - Under this sign we shall conquer.

When they reached the building, the man slid open a large wooden door set on a track. The inside of the barn was dimly lit and Maddy had trouble making out any details. Before her eyes could adjust fully, she felt herself pulled further into the barn.

They stopped in the middle of an open area. Maddy could see what looked like a warren of wooden stalls on either side. There were large wooden beams above her. A chain dangled from one of them.

Drabik stood back and made a visual inspection of the naked girl. He admired the well toned, muscled flanks, the broad chest, the taut belly. He ran his hand over the leather hood covering Maddy’s shaved head and stroked the long brown hair that jutted from the hood’s rear. Maddy tried to pull away when he reached out for her breasts, but was brought back by a sudden and rough jerk on her leash. The man frightened Maddy. His face was clean shaven, but he had large bushy eyebrows and a hard, piercing gaze.

As Drabik caressed her breasts, Maddy could feel the strength of his well calloused hands. He pulled at her nipples, pinching them hard, and drew a small yelp of protest from the girl. He then took her by the shoulders and turned her around. He ran his hands down her thighs, assessing them, pleased by what he found.

Maddy was overwhelmed by the freedom with which the man handled her body. It was as if it was no longer hers, or rather, that it belonged to him. She felt her wrists behind her back being unfastened from the leather harness she had worn now for almost 24 hours. She uttered a sigh of relief as she was allowed to lower them. She felt the harness being unbuckled and removed from her body.

The barn was oddly quiet. Maddy heard the harness fall to the dark wooden floor as it was tossed aside by the man. She heard the sound of the chain that hung from the joist above her being pulled down. The man clipped it to her right wrist and then quickly spun her around. By the time Maddy realized what was happening, the left wrist had been affixed to the chain and the man was pulling on the opposite end. Her wrists were quickly forced to rise over her head. The man pulled on it until Maddy was standing on the tips of her toes. He stepped over to a large wooden vertical beam and fastened it to a hook embedded there about seven feet above the floor.

There was little doubt in Maddy’s mind as to what was going to happen next. She remembered well the whipping of the red headed girl the day of her arrival. She began to whine and moan. She tried to beg the man through her still gagged mouth to spare her. The result was a strangely garbled, piteous sound.

Drabik stepped up to Maddy and ran his rough hands over her skin. He massaged her breasts, grabbing them firmly, circling them with his long, steel hard fingers. She grimaced as he squeezed them in a vice-like grip. He pressed his hand between her thighs and caught her labial lips between his thumb and forefinger, pinching them cruelly. Maddy moaned in pain.

Seemingly satisfied that he had Maddy’s full attention, he walked over to a rack of whips that hung along the outer wall of one of the stalls. He selected a long, thin, leather encased reed. Maddy tried to plead again frantically as she watched him test its strength and swish it through the air. He stepped behind her, his thick soled boots making a heavy, thudding sound on the hard wooden floor. He circled her twice, swishing the reed back and forth, eying her lustfully. Maddy tried to keep up with him, spinning on her toes so that she could keep him in view.

He had gone out of view, behind her when he struck the first blow. There was a hissing sound and then a loud ‘crack!’ as the whip struck across her back. Maddy howled with pain. The kiss of the reed drew a line of fire across her back.

Drabik maintained his steady pace around the moaning and pleading girl. ‘Crack!’ A blow landed across the front of her thighs. ‘Crack!’ The reed lacerated the flesh of her buttocks. ‘Crack!’ Maddy felt the whip’s bite across her breasts.

For ten minutes, Drabik kept circling the unfortunate girl, striking out seemingly at random. He struck every part of the poor girl’s body that he could reach. Each blow left a red line of abused skin in its wake. Maddy’s throat was growing hoarse from her screaming. Tears flowed from her eyes, creating streams down the tight hood that dominated her face. She could feel them drip onto her chest as she awaited the cruel man’s next blow. She had given up trying to follow his gyrations around her and stood still, taking whatever the man decided to giver her.

When he was finished, Maddy hung limply from the chain. Her chest heaved with her sobs. Her voice was a long, wailing moan. She heard the man’s footsteps as he went to the beam and unhooked the chain. He slowly lowered it until Maddy was on her knees and then he tied it off again. Maddy looked up at him through the narrow slits in her hood. Her eyes were befogged with tears. He stepped up to her and unbuckled the gag from behind her head. Maddy began to beg and plead. “Please don’t whip me any more, please….”

Her entreaties were interrupted by a mighty slap across her face. The force of the hand stunned the forlorn girl. Twice more, the man lashed out at her with his hands, alternating with his right and left. The blows stung fiercely and Maddy saw stars as her jaw was rocked back and forth.

Still sobbing woefully, Maddy held her tongue. The man’s message was clear: no talking. He waited until she was recovered and then he lowered the zipper to his pants. He fished out a long, fat cock already hardening with lust. The young girl cringed as she realized that she was about to be assaulted. Her stomach turned at the prospect of her imminent oral ravishment.

Drabik grabbed Maddy’s long pony tail with one fist and pinched open her jaw with the other. She felt the thick meat pass over her lips and into her mouth. Maddy desired desperately, above all else, to avoid displeasing this callous and cruel man. She accepted the rigid pole and worked her lips and tongue around it. The man began to fuck her mouth and she strained to pleasure it each time he drove it remorselessly past her fervent lips. Again and again the man pressed his cock home, striking the back of Maddy’s mouth, piercing the entrance to her throat. Maddy looked up through the tiny slits in her hood and saw the cruel man peering down at her. He held her eyes, mesmerizing her, as he drew his cock over her pursed lips. She heard him groan and her mouth was flooded with his hot, creamy discharge. He pushed his cock deeper into her, jetting his come inside her throat. Drabik groaned, his fist firmly clutching the stream of hair that flowed from the back of her head. Maddy gagged as the throbbing rod filled her esophagus.

Gratefully, the unhappy girl felt the pulsing of his cock begin to ease. He withdrew from her mouth slowly and deliberately, making sure that every drop of his come was deposited inside. When he finally exited, he rubbed its still semi-hard and slimy head over Maddy’s lips and chin, capping her degradation.

Maddy received Drabik’s insult stoically. It was clear to her that she was trapped in some low level of hell and that there was nothing she could do about it. No one she knew or knew her had any conception of where she was. Even she didn’t know. All she had seen since her delivery to this strange, cruel country was the courtyard of the cruel way station for enslaved women she had been in yesterday, and the brief glimpse she had had today of her new surroundings, viewed through the tiny slits of her hood.

The potential costs of protest or resistance had been made very clear, however. Whatever fate had in store for her, wherever this strange nightmare led, she would have to endure it, if she wanted to live. And for now, she desperately did.

Having initiated the new slave into the rigors of her servitude, Drabik put his flaccid tool away. There was more work to do.

Drabik disappeared from Maddy’s sight for a few moments. She remained kneeling, her hands suspended over her head. She could see in the dim light the varied whips and other instruments of correction displayed on the wall before her. Her stomach grew queasy as she sensed that she would become better acquainted with them before too long. Her heart ached, ready to break, when she thought of the pain and suffering she would have to endure. She vowed to do all she could to avoid it. She would obey, enthusiastically every order issued to her, would suffer any indignity rather than provoke another beating.

Maddy heard Drabik approach her from behind and felt his hands circle her throat unlocking the thick, leather collar that she had been adorned with the previous day. She felt her hood being pulled up and removed. A wave of relief swept through her now that her full sight had been restored. She had resumed human status. She had a face! She was a person!

Maddy dared not look to observe what the Drabik was up to behind her. Ominously, she felt a tape measure stretched around her head and neck. Drabik took careful measurements and, when he was done, stepped away,

She heard his boots retreat and then return. She felt a leather collar, thicker and larger than the other, placed round her neck. While the prior collar had prevented her from lowering her head, this one, higher in front than in the back, pressed on her chin, raising her whole head upwards. It was black and bore the Grobgy crest emblazoned on a metal disk fastened at its center. Steel rings bedecked its sides, back and front. A long, thick strap ran down the middle of her back.

Maddy instinctively tried to straighten her back and raise herself up on her knees to compensate for the forced uplift of her face. The stiff, uncomfortable collar was a harbinger to Maddy of more cruel accouterments to come. She whined, unintentionally, and a tear ran down her cheek. She flexed and writhed her bound hands above her in frustration and fear. If she did not still suffer the reality of the burning strokes of the whip, she could believe that she was in some horrible nightmare. She thought, with misery, of home, of her apartment, of her family. They all seemed to belong to a world that had ceased to exist.

Next to be applied to Maddy’s body was what she would come to learn was her training hood. It was made from blue neoprene rather than leather. The resilience of the fabric allowed it to be stretched so that it fit tightly against the head. It could be left on for lengthy periods since its design was to allow the skin beneath it to breathe. Maddy felt the hood being slid up her long, auburn pony tail and then stretched to fit over her head. Forgetting her resolution to endure passively the whims of her masters, she began to bob and weave her head desperately, attempting to avoid restoration of the depersonalization of her face and the curtailment of her sight. Drabik was not unprepared for resistance.

He placed his hands on Maddy’s shoulders and squeezed its pressure points in an iron grip. Maddy screamed in pain. He held the points for thirty seconds, allowing Maddy to languish at the mercy of his brutal hands. When he finally relented, Maddy, properly chastised, forlornly permitted the hood to be applied.

The neoprene clung tightly to her face, accentuating its contours. It fit, literally, like a glove. The openings for her eyes were like tiny dots, narrowing her vision to a small circle. The hood had a wide, oval opening for her mouth and two small holes for her nostrils. It descended over her chin and down to the top edge of her collar. Small hooks in the bottom of the hood attached to little eyelets in the collar, allowing the hood to be pulled taut.

Maddy was now covered from the bottom of her neck to the top of her head. Drabik released her wrists from the chain one by one, replacing her thick, brown, leather bracelets with ones of black. The bracelets were then attached to clips in the long strap that descended down her back.

When Drabik finished affixing Maddy’s wrists behind her, he placed a thick leather encased bit into her mouth. It had a steel plate that depressed her tongue, and straps on the sides that permitted it to be connected to the sides of the hood. Drabik tested the effectiveness of the bit by pulling on the rings to which it was attached. Maddy felt the steel plate press down harshly on her tongue. The pain was excruciating. She moaned and cried, and tried to assuage the pain by moving her head backwards. But Drabik had his hands firmly on her head and held it steady as he maintained the tautness on the straps. When he was satisfied that she had learned the purpose of the steel plate on her tongue, he relented.

Maddy whined in self pity. The lesson of the functionality of the bit, when melded with the surreal apparition she had seen earlier of a woman pulling a cart, gave rise to a horrible thought. Horses wore bits in their mouths; horses pulled carts. Was she being made into some kind of a human horse? Was such a thing possible? Her mind reeled at the thought.

Maddy had no more time to speculate on her new status, for Drabik pulled her to her feet by her hair. She cried out in pain as he pulled her to a short wooden bench and shoved her down upon it. He removed the high, black boots that her been installed on her feet the day before. She sat and watched as Drabik measured her naked feet. He left and returned with two long, black boots. He straddled her body, his back to her, and pulled them onto her feet. They had hard bottoms, with a built in arch support. The tops were of supple leather and fastened to her shins by a belt.

There was a ring in the center of Maddy’s collar and Drabik used it to pull the outfitted girl to her feet. He attached a long leather lead to it and pulled her to the door of the barn. There was a full length mirror there that Maddy had failed to notice when she had been dragged inside. Drabik presented her to it. He held her still, his hand gripping the ring in the front of her collar. He bent her head down slightly so that she could get a good look at herself. Maddy sobbed in dismay as she viewed a faceless, naked beast before her. She moaned and her knees sagged as she was overcome with despair. What had this man made of her? Was she really the same person as the apparition she viewed before her?

Drabik broke the spell that the sight of her own dehumanized body had cast over her by opening the sliding door and pulling her through. She was blinded by the bright sunlight. The narrow openings in her hood seemed to make the sun’s glare worse. She felt herself pulled forwards and she scrambled to keep up with her tormentor.

It was Drabik’s practice to put the new ponygirls to work as soon as possible. He led the unfortunate girl to a sandy ring with a tall post in the middle. A long pole extended from the post. A chain hung from its end. Drabik affixed a small chain with a ring in the middle to the sides of the bit. He attached the chain from the pole to the ring. He took up a long, thin, switch, with a slim leather thong attached. There was a small electric motor at the center of the post and Drabik turned it on. He snapped the switch at the girl’s buttocks. It landed with a loud ‘crack’ and Maddy jumped forwards. Maddy felt a tug on the bit in her mouth as the pole above her began to pull her ahead. Three more slaps with the whip and Maddy moved hurriedly to maintain its pace.

For well over twenty minutes, Maddy circled the post, placing one foot ahead of the other, plodding at a dull, leisurely trot. She could see little except what was directly before her. The tight pull of the pole on her bit kept her head from moving from side to side. She sensed, rather than saw, her trainer watching her intently. Her naked breasts bounced and swung side to side with each loping stride. She wanted to beg the man to let her stop, to free her. She wanted this horrible nightmare to end. But the pole dragged her relentlessly along the circular path.

Suddenly, Maddy heard the wine of the electric motor increase in tempo and the pole began to pull harder at her bit. She increased her pace to keep up. Her breath began to become ragged as her chest heaved to draw in enough oxygen to feed her bloodstream. She was marching along now at double time, the dull throbbing in her thighs and hips becoming exquisitely painful. The fact that her hands were bound behind her caused her shoulders to ache with every swing of her torso and made it exceedingly difficult to maintain her balance as she was herded along. Maddy tried to call out for mercy, but all that emerged was a gargled groan.

As the girl circled the ring at her quickened pace, her lord and master rode up. He was accompanied by a languidly beautiful young woman, barely out of her teens, with long black hair and pale white skin. She was wearing a white blouse and black, leather jodhpurs, tall, black leather boots. She sat on a large, sturdy white horse, wet with sweat. Maddy saw the dim outline of the couple as they dismounted their horses. The next time around the ring she saw that they had approached the circle of sand and were watching her struggle desperately to maintain the pace set by the remorseless pole.

Grobgy was accompanied by his daughter, Anya. She was his pride and joy and had been raised to relish the cruel and merciless exercise of power. She had no delusions as to the nature of her father’s business and the source of their now staggering wealth. She liked to watch the ponygirls put through their paces. Her father had been telling her about the new female and she had been anxious to see her.

“A beautiful specimen, Father. Look how her tits fly as she runs.”

Grobgy laughed. “And she’s a hot young filly, too. She couldn’t get enough of my cock this morning.”

Anya slapped her father’s shoulder playfully. “Respect me, father. I’m a delicate flower. I don’t need to know about your rutting with the ponygirls.”

“And what about you?” Grobgy replied. “I’ve heard that you’ve removed their bits for some fun from time to time.”

It was Anya’s turn to laugh. “Oh, father, you’re making me blush.”

“If only I could, Anya. If only I could.”

The lord and lady of the manor watched with interest as Drabik increased the pace of the pole yet again. He nodded at the pair.

Maddy felt the pole increase its relentless pull on her bit. She was running now, her legs screaming with pain, her chest straining for air. Three times around the post she sprinted to keep up, franticly fearful of the consequences of failure. She knew that she would soon collapse with exhaustion; it was just a matter of time. On the fourth circuit, her right leg caught the back of her left and she stumbled. The sturdy pole dragged her behind it.

Drabik quickly halted the pole’s movement lest it break the girl’s neck. He grabbed the switch and lashed out at her three times. Maddy, in panic, tried to struggle to her feet, but she was overcome with exhaustion and had not the strength to do so. She cried out as each kiss of the switch burned into her buttocks.

Grobgy and his daughter laughed with amusement at Maddy’s predicament. They knew that Drabik would have this girl sprinting with the best of them in no time. For now, her futile struggle to find her feet and avoid the lash were comical to them.

Drabik grabbed Maddy’s hair and pulled her to her feet. She groaned with pain at the seizure of her hair. When back on her feet, Drabik released the bit from the pole and pulled her towards her admirers.

Maddy was huffing and puffing from her tormenting exercise. Her generous breasts rose and fell, jiggling delightfully with each frantic breath. Maddy saw the couple staring at her. She recognized Grobgy as her rapist from that morning and was appalled at the frank appraisal of her naked form by the attractive, refined, young woman who was standing next to him. She pulled her legs together unconsciously, humiliated at the exposure of her sex.

Drabik noted Maddy’s reaction and after grabbing her pony tail and pulling her head back, slapped her across the breasts twice. Maddy cringed at the stinging blows. He grabbed her right thigh and pulled on it, spreading her legs apart. This is how ponygirls stand before their betters.

“Good work, Anton,” Anya complemented him. “You’ve got her started off right.”

“I’ve just gotten started you mean,” Drabik replied. “She’s got a lot of potential, but she has to be taught her status right away.” Drabik grabbed one of the breasts he had just slapped around and squeezed it gently, cupping it in his hand.

“Make her dance for us, Drabik,” Anya challenged. “Let’s see how hot she really is.”

Maddy could not decipher the meaning of the Slavic words being bandied between the couple and her trainer. She knew that what they said involved her and whatever nefarious plans they had in store for her. She was taken aback when Drabik seized one of her still stinging breasts and began to caress it gently. His large hand cupped the sweaty, pale globe. She grew uncomfortable when she felt him tease her nipple with his thumb. She felt it stiffen and quickly looked at the woman to see if she had observed it. The woman was looking at her intently and seemed to smile as Drabik pulled gently on the nipple, extending it, pinching it softly.

Drabik stood behind Maddy and seized both her breasts with his hands while pressing his body up against her back. His hands massaged her sensitive tits, causing a tingling in her loins. The girl squirmed in frustration, mortified that her reactions to these unwanted caresses should be viewed by this beautiful, regal woman.

The rubbing of her breasts caused Maddy to moan. As a wave of pleasure ran through her, she allowed her body to relax, swimming in the comforting sensations. When she felt the hands of her possessor slink down her belly to the apex of her thighs, she shook herself awake. She knew the tantalizing hands’ ultimate goal and her sense of humiliation and shame was renewed. “Not here!” she thought. “Not here in front of these people!”

Drabik’s hands danced over her thighs and belly. As the mortified girl tried to squirm away, he circled her body under her breasts with one arm, holding her close to him. The other hand snaked its way to her loins, rubbing her belly and then descended to her snatch.

The trainer’s hand found Maddy’s sex moist and engorged. She whimpered when she felt him probe her burning tunnel with his fingers. She yearned to close her legs, to deny this beast that used her so callously access to her hot labial lips, but feared to disobey the command implicit in his separating them a few moments before.

Anya looked on appreciatively. “She’s hot all right,” she said to her father.

Grobgy did not reply, concentrated as he was on the compelling beauty of the impassioned girl.

Maddy could feel her juices rising. Her pussy yearned for the man’s practiced touch. She moaned as he began to torment the little bud of pleasure at the tip of her sheath. Now, oblivious to those who were watching her, she began to rub her loins against the hand that violated her, seeking its penetration of her lusting hole.

Drabik, sensing the increasing passion of his prisoner, thrust his fingers inside her, spreading her moistness to her clit, alternating between stroking the hot interior of her flush canal and rubbing the nub of pleasure above it. Maddy began to thrust her hips in time with the exploration of her cunt. Her breath became short as she felt her need to complete this act of passion rising within her. As her orgasm flooded through her, her cunt throbbed and contracted around the fingers that tormented her. She rolled her head back and sagged at her knees as her body was awash with exquisite sensation. Drabik held her up, refusing to relent when her first wave of passion had passed. As Maddy felt the tingling of her loins renew, she became aware that the man intended to make her come again. She whined, desperately ashamed at the lustful display she was making of herself. She could not resist the incessant, demanding hand, and it was not long before she erupted again in orgasm, her whole body shaking and trembling, her breasts aching as they tightened, filled with her hot blood. She called out unwillingly, the sounds of her voice almost inhuman as she cried out, “Oh! Oh! Oh!”

Maddy was limp in her trainer’s arms as the leavings of her orgasm flowed through her. She tried to regain her feet, but her legs were wobbly and she needed Drabik’s strong grasp to steady her.

Anya was pleased and amused at the show. She clapped her hands enthusiastically. “Bravo, Anton! A wonderful performance!” she said, laughing.

“I told you,” her father said to her.

“Well,” Anya replied, “almost any woman would melt in Drabik’s arms, Father. He seems unusually experienced in handling a cunt.”

Anya knew of Drabik’s skills with a cunt personally. They dallied together from time to time at an inn not too far from her father’s estate. She felt a tinge of jealousy as she watched the ponygirl struggle to recover from her ordeal. Her own loins burned for his touch. “Maybe tonight,” she thought.

Drabik knew better than to display any familiarity with his boss’s daughter. She was his prize and he had shot men before for becoming too friendly with her. Oh, he permitted her little dalliances with the ponygirls, that was understandable. But her virtue with men he protected like a miser protecting his hoard. So far no man had proved worthy of her in his mind.

Anya’s thoughts echoed in Drabik’s mind. But Drabik had work to do. And work must come first. “May I proceed, Axmailavich?” he asked his boss.

“Da,” Grobgy answered. “Come, Anya, lets to the house and have lunch”

Anya nodded, all the time watching Drabik’s eyes. “He will be fucking the ponygirl tonight,” she thought. “Not me.” She turned and mounted her horse. With a flick of her riding whip, the horse jumped and dashed away, her father and his horse right behind her.