FeliJan Stables - Part 2

by Brock

- do not use without the author's permission.



Angela’s Story

I came round the corner on the way home and saw a woman being attacked by two men. I didn’t realise at first that the woman was my elder sister, Judith, I just ran to help. As I got there I saw that it was in fact Judith and just at that moment she went down to the ground unconscious. A man was bending over her and didn’t notice me until he felt my kick between his legs. He went down and although I could see he was in agony he didn’t make a sound. I was just about to deliver another kick and go for the second man when I was grabbed from behind by a third man that I hadn’t noticed who pressed a cloth over my face and everything went blank.

When I came to I found myself in a room lying on the floor bound and naked, along with a number of others, my sister included. I started to ask what happened and where were we when the door opened and someone threw buckets of cold water over us. While we were all spluttering and gasping a man’s voice was saying that we must all be silent, no talking. With that we were all hauled into upright positions one by one and moved to another room. This room was large with posts dotted around at various intervals. We were each chained to one and told once again to be quiet.

With the water that had been thrown over us running down our bodies we waited in silence. The door opening suddenly brought involuntary gasps from our shattered nerves. Yet another man had entered the room, this time accompanied by two women. It was one of the women who spoke, she told us that we were at the Ribbleswade Pony Farm and that we were to be trained and sold on. I for one couldn’t believe it and let out a No! The man looked across and commented on the fact that I was the one who had maltreated one of his employees, he said something to one of the women in a low voice that I couldn’t hear and she walked over to where I was chained and with a smile released me. She took me over to the man and said kneel please. I hesitated for just a moment and I had this awful pain shoot right through me and I was flung to the floor. She grabbed me by the hair, hauled me upright and said in the same calm voice, kneel please. This time I fell to my knees very quickly, she smiled and said that wasn’t so difficult was it?

I was left kneeling at the feet of the man while he told us the rules of the establishment we were at. This little gadget you witnessed being used just now is the persuader. It is actually a cattle prod and we keep it on the lowest setting. He looked down at me and said it was very painful wasn’t it? You may nod your agreement. I did so rapidly. You don’t want the power increased do you? Again I very rapidly shook my head.

Now that you have had a demonstration of it’s capability we expect you to comply with our orders and instructions immediately and without question; any disobedience will be punished severely, do I make myself clear? Every head was nodding vigorously.

All this time I was kneeling in front of him looking at him and shivering with fear and trepidation, he smiled at me and in my stupidity, thinking all was right now, I smiled back. That brought forth another bolt from the cattle prod. I screamed in agony and writhed on the floor, the woman, showing no emotion, picked me up and dragged me to the man saying, kneel please. This time the man unzipped his fly took out his penis and told me to suck it. Even though I wasn’t a virgin or naïve I was utterly nauseated but I certainly didn’t want another hit from the persuader so I took him in my mouth and gave him the best blow job I knew how, making sure that I swallowed every drop of his cum and keeping him in my mouth until he slipped out from it naturally. It seemed to satisfy him for I didn’t receive any more punishment, not then anyway.

I was worried for my sister, because although she is the elder she is nowhere near as worldly wise as me, I know she is a virgin and that she hasn’t even indulged in heavy petting so how she was going to cope with the things that I had just had inflicted on me I didn’t know. She was obviously made of sterner stuff than I had given her credit for, for she never flinched from doing as she had been ordered. She even performed cunnilingus on the women without being sick. But although all of us were performing every task immediately that we were made to, we still had punishments inflicted on us.

Each morning and evening we were lined up to receive a bucket of cold soapy water which was thrown over us and left until all of us had received the same treatment then a hose was switched on and we were rinsed off with more cold water. We were made to run round the room until we were dry.

After three days there was a change of routine. We still had to perform various sex acts but we were also introduced to our harness. We were told that we would be put into the minimum amount of harness necessary to get us used to it. Introducing us to the more elaborate tack would be our new owner's responsibility. We were put into girth straps, breast straps, bridle and bit and hoof boots.

There followed four days intensive training to get us acclimatised to the tack, not forgetting our usual punishments from the cattle prod.

Finally the day came when our captors decided that we were properly docile and submissive enough to be sold, we were put in our harness, loaded on to a truck, chained down and driven to another destination, we were not informed where.

The journey wasn’t very long and when we were taken from the truck we were led into a large room similar to the one at Ribbleswade, though there were no posts, although there were a number of rings fixed into the walls to which we were all attached. I was tied next to my sister and tried to get to her to give her some comfort but it was not possible. Before we were left we were told that we had better hope that we are bought as if we are not then what we had just endured would be nothing compared to what we would receive in the way of punishment. There were involuntary shudders all round and I for one hoped fervently that I would be sold. In this case I thought better the devil you don’t know. I didn’t believe anything could be worse that what we had had to go through.

While we were waiting our fate people came to inspect us, looking in our eyes, ears and mouth. Lifting our lips looking at our gums and teeth, some even placed their fingers in our vaginas. Or in the case of the males, fondling their penises to see how quickly they got erect. It was a measure of how well we had been trained that all of us accepted these intrusions without complaint.

Suddenly the auctioneer was banging on the dais with his gavel calling on the assembled clients to take their seats, as the bidding was about to start. We had all been numbered but inexplicably we weren’t sold in numerical order. As each number was called out the pony in question was paraded around the ring and made to trot, turn or stand at commands from the attendant showing them to the bidders. Each pony was realising between £25,000-£35,000. I saw my sister sold for £25,000 and I had to blink back the tears as she went through the door to her new owner. My turn came last and I was eventually sold for £29,500.

I was collected from the sale ring by a young woman who seemed very nice. She kept telling me that I would be looked after and patting me and calling me little one. It meant very little to me then as I could only think that I would never see my sister again and that I hoped she would be all right. I was taken out into a yard where a horse van was parked and led up the ramp. I can’t tell you how I felt when having been strapped in I looked around and found that my sister was in the same van. I think the delight showed on both our faces, despite the awful predicament that we were in.


Back at FeliJan

Back at the stables the new acquisitions were off-loaded, taken through to the vet to be checked and the mares fitted with an intrauterine (coil) contraceptive. The next job was to un-harness them, hose them down, feed them and settle them in for the night.

We had CCTV cameras set up in the stable block and two members of staff keeping watch over night. We also had the use of two of my father’s older mares as a calming influence but as we suspected all the new arrivals were worn out after a very long day and fell instantly asleep.

The following morning it was noticed that they had not yet come to terms with relieving themselves in front of others. Even seeing the older mares going didn’t have much effect. We left them for longer than we would normally and eventually nature intervened and once one went the rest soon followed.

The task of naming our new ponies had to be given priority, as that was essential to instilling in them their status. We decided on Zoltan for the stallion and Cressida, Hera, Jasmine and Emerald for the mares. Within a few days they were happily responding to their new names. Although we did have to veto the name Little One that Jane wanted for the younger sibling, settling on Cressida.

The morning was taken up with getting them branded and ringed. None of our new ponies had been pierced anywhere. We then had to get them acclimatised to the full harness including tail and crotch strap. Because of the severity of their obedience training it was a relatively simple matter to introduce them to the rest of the harness. Each one bent over to allow anal lubrication and followed our instructions immediately. Once they were fully harnessed they seem genuinely proud at how they looked when we walked them past the full-length mirror we had strategically placed for them to see themselves. It also was imperative that they learned to whinny so they were given intensive training on that.

The weeks went by so quickly. The ponies were kept busy and interested with a variety of tasks and exercises that Ben and the other trainers had devised for them and we could tell by the way they reacted to commands that they were enjoying themselves. We varied the training continually so that they never had chance to get bored.

By the time they had been with us for three months they were considered ready for racing or for the show ring.

There was a small meeting for novices programmed for the 1st July and we decided to enter Cressida and Emerald. On the day of the race when we had off-loaded the two mares and walked them round the paddock we noticed that Cressida was sweating a little but otherwise seemed OK. Emerald on the other hand was taking everything in her stride. The race was over two laps of the circuit and there were five ponies in the race. Both Emerald and Cressida went off well Emerald being in second place while Cressida was fourth. This continued until the final lap when Cressida’s driver asked for a bit more and she responded magnificently. She caught up with Emerald and went after the leader, caught her down the back straight and won comfortably. To judge by the way Jane was behaving you’d have thought she had won the race herself she was jumping up and down with sheer delight and beaming fit to burst. It was all we could do to stop her jumping over the rails to get to Cressida.

It would have been churlish not to let her lead the little pony into the winner’s enclosure. They made a proud pair Cressida’s head was high and she was whinnying and tossing her hair, as much as to say look at me aren’t I clever?

All the time Jane was petting her and hugging her, making if very difficult for the pony to move forward but she didn’t seem bothered and kept inching along until eventually they arrived at the rostrum, where Jane was presented with a plaque and a cheque for £10,000.


Judith’s Story

All I could think of, when I was attacked was that they were going to rape me. I thought if it was to happen then I would make it as difficult as I could for them. I don’t know how long I was struggling but I was aware that someone had come to help. I had just time to register that it was in fact my sister when I was rendered unconscious.

I have always been a little diffident and introverted so when I saw what we were being made to do at Ribbleswade I was horrified. I didn’t think I would be able to do any of those things but the punishment we were given with the cattle prod soon concentrated my mind and rather than incur more bolts from the prod than was necessary I sucked the penises, swallowed the semen and licked the vaginas and anuses.

I was still in a state of disbelief when we arrived at the Felijan Stables and so exhausted that I fell asleep as soon as I was put in my stall.

The following morning we were woken and fed. We were sent outside to go to toilet which none of us seemed able to do. There were two mares already installed at the stable when we arrived and they defecated and urinated without any hint of embarrassment. Eventually one of us performed and the rest of us soon followed. Once that was over we were taken to the wash station for cleansing, the two mares, whose names were Dido and Topaz walked onto the washing slab, held out their arms to be fitted into leather cuffs that were dangling on the end of a chain hanging from the ceiling. Once their wrists were fastened, the chains were raised until they were standing on tiptoes and then lowered slightly so that they were flat footed but stretched taut. We followed. The difference between this and Ribbleswade was incredible, for a start, at Ribbleswade, we were washed by having buckets of cold water thrown over us, whereas here we were rinsed with warm water then soaped with a soft sponge, rinsed again with warm water and finally dried with soft towels. I was expecting to be released, especially as Dido and Topaz were released immediately their wash was complete. What I didn’t expect was that we were to be shaved, this shaving included the male; apart from Angela I didn’t know the names of any of the others. When we were at Ribbleswade, we were given a number. We were released after we had been shaved and taken out of the wash station.

We were led into a room and waited a few minutes before being joined by the two ladies who were at the auction. They were both smiling and one of them started to speak. She said her name was Fliss and that she and her partner Jane now owned us and that we were at the FeliJan Stables. ‘Jane and I both know that you are all frightened and nervous as to what’s to become of you. Let me put your minds at rest, you will not be maltreated or abused while you are here. You will be treated with respect. We know what you had to put up with at Ribbleswade and want to assure you that nothing like that will happen here. You are not sex slaves; you are ponies. We will be training you for racing and/or the show ring.’

‘We must first name you, this is important so that you understand your status as ponies. I understand that you have only had numbers up to now. You,’ she went over to the male, ‘will be called Zoltan, and you,’ she came to me, ‘will be called Hera,’ she went to Angela and said her name would be Cressida and the other two females were called Jasmine and Emerald.

Jane took over the talking, now. ‘We do expect you to be obedient but you will only be punished for wilful disobedience and we do not use cattle prods, stun guns or any other form of gun. If you require punishment it will be with one or two strokes of a riding crop. We hope, however that we never have to punish any of our ponies. We are going to take you through to the medical wing where you will be branded among other things.’ At the mention of the word branded there was a sharp intake of breath, nobody dreamed of speaking. The intake of breath didn’t go unnoticed for Jane smiled, ‘don’t worry we don’t use a hot iron; we will tattoo our brand on your left rump. At the same time your pony registration number will be tattooed on you as well.’

The morning was taken up with medical examinations, including the fitting of contraceptive devices to us females, and having our nipples and clitorises pierced and ringed, as well as the tattooing and finally getting us harnessed. Jane, along with one of the grooms did my harness. First to go on were the hoof boots, the groom held me steady while I lifted each foot in turn. When they were on and laced up tight I was taken for a walk round the room. I found them quite comfortable once I got used to the fact there were no heels. The rest of the harness was put on and caused me no problems until they came to the tail. I obediently bent forward so that it could be inserted into my anus but I clenched my buttocks to try to stop it entering. Jane stroked me and said that I could have a few minutes rest to get used to the idea. She told me that she would lubricate me and would be gentle. After some coaxing I accommodated the tail and within about half an hour I no longer felt it to be an intrusion.

It just goes to show how the two weeks spent at Ribbleswade has changed me. Before then I would have rather died than be seen naked in public. Now I am quite proud of my nakedness. I think it is partly due to the kindness that everyone working here at FeliJan has shown us since we arrived.


Five Years On

Over the next couple of years we started to build a reputation for ourselves as trainers of performance ponies. Zoltan himself was most sought after as a stud.

We have been operating for five years now and have built up a nice stable of mares and stallions. We have around fifty-six mares and six stallions and because of our size now we decided to apply for licence to hold races. The provisional licence came through just this morning allowing us to operate as race organisers for six months after which it will be reviewed and depending on how well we have coped will be made permanent or removed altogether. It also means that we need somebody to organise the events.

It was while we were having dual celebrations, the granting of our licence and our fifth anniversary that same evening that Jane had a surprise from her past. Her only school friend Zoë, was in the same restaurant. She was on holiday and at the same time looking for a job. She was a corporate events organiser but was getting bored with organising the same old things. Introductions having been made, and an invitation to visit us given to Zoë, we settled down for an evening of reminiscing. Jane had not spoken very much about her early years, especially those while she was at school. Things were going very well until Zoë mentioned two names, Joanne Masters and Amy Wilson. Jane went white and clutched at the table. ‘I had hoped never to hear those names again’ she muttered, still white faced and breathing hard. There was an awkward silence round the table, which was eventually broken by Zoë. ‘Haven’t you said anything?’ She took it upon herself to say what happened. How from the first day Jane arrived at school these two girls picked on her, subjecting her to all the usual bullying that goes on. How Jane used to cry herself to sleep at night and how she, Zoë, would try to look out for her, warning Jane of the impending arrival of her tormentors so that she could disappear along another route to get where she was going. The bullying lasted for almost three years before they were eventually caught and expelled.

It was a very subdued trio that left the restaurant, we dropped Zoë off at her hotel and I drove Jane home. All the time I was driving I kept glancing across at her but she was either feigning sleep or really was asleep.

I undressed Jane and laid her on the bed, suddenly she opened her eyes and whispered, make love to me, please. We had the most beautiful sex, sometimes tender and at others wildly passionate. When it was over Jane said that she had to talk to me. I panicked thinking she wanted to leave me, but looking at her I knew that was not the case. ‘I’d like to invite Zoë to take up the position we talked about. Also I’d like to capture Joanne Masters and Amy Wilson. I think they will be too old for racing but we can train them up for the show ring. You don’t think I’m being vindictive?’ I agreed to their capture straight away as I felt that they should pay for what they did.

While I was digesting all this we had to set about capturing our two new ponies. First thing we must do is to consult Grimshaw. Grimshaw, I quickly added before the question arrived is a private detective, he will locate our two ponies and the rest is up to us. ‘How can you be so sure?’ I pointed out that he had been employed by my father for over thirty years and had never failed to get the information required.

In the meantime we had to see whether Zoë would agree to take up our offer. This meant that we had to introduce her to the ponies, always a difficult decision to make. I went to Zoë’s hotel to pick her up as she was spending the weekend with us. This would give us time to discuss all the implications fully, provided she didn’t run a mile when we told her what our business really was.

We agreed that it was best to broach the subject straight away rather than leave it hanging. So without preamble Jane told Zoë that we had a proposition for her. She explained that we had been granted a provisional licence for running race meetings and that we needed someone to organise the events. We explained that we had been granted a licence for six months, which would allow us to hold three meetings. What we wanted Zoë to do was take complete charge of organising the meetings. This would mean contacting all the owners and trainers inviting them to attend, making sure that we could accommodate all the horses and attendants and booking all owners and trainers into decent hotels or guest houses.

Zoë was quiet for a while then she said that she could do the organising standing on her head but that she new nothing about horses. Would she have to have contact with them, as they frightened her? Jane drew a deep breath and said ‘they’re not four legged horses but two.’ At Zoë’s look of incredulity we said it was time to show her around our stable.

Once again I was on tenterhooks the difference being this time was that Jane was on them with me.

We toured the stables showing Zoë everything and introducing her to some of the staff and ponies. She was very quiet but she hadn’t run screaming so we took that as a good sign. We continued the tour in silence, Jane and I pointing out the stable blocks, milking shed, training paddocks and the racetrack. Jane couldn’t wait another minute, ‘well’ she asked, ‘what do you think?’

‘I think I should like to take the job’.

A little later when we were discussing terms Zoë said that she had heard of pony girls but thought that it was all fantasy and role-play. Fliss said that there are some people who play at it but here it was a serious business. It was at this point the Zoë asked how we got our ponies. So we explained that we go out and capture them, break them in and then they are ponies for life, though occasionally we buy at auction. We asked if she had a problem with that and she said not at all. Then we told her of the plans we had for Joanne Masters and Amy Wilson.

Ten days later Grimshaw came into our office and left a folder. Inside was all the information about Joanne and Amy that we needed, what their normal movements were, whom they saw, and most importantly the best place to pick them up. We worked out our plan and a few days later we set off in search of our prey. We took two vans so that we could get either one without having to wait around. As luck would have it, Jane in her van spotted Joanne Wilson almost immediately and it was an easy matter to capture her. Roger and Brenda, two of our grooms got out of the van and asked for directions, as she lent over the map she was injected with a tranquilliser and went instantly to sleep. Quickly making sure that no one had seen anything suspicious they bundled her into the van and set off at a leisurely pace. Once in the van Joanne was stripped and securely bound and taken to the stable. Those in my van had to wait another two hours before Amy showed up.