Summer gave way to autumn and although the sun still shone, the temperatures started to drop so that it was sometimes quite chilly as we were driven around on our various tasks.

Some days, we were encased in heat retaining Lycra suits before being harnessed and even our harnesses were beginning to change, being made from heavier, and more waterproof leather.

We were allowed to suggest acts that we could perform at the Showtime’s and the theme for the first one of the year was to be Circus, Circus.

Nyteflyte and Fyrestorm devised a duo act, with them being harnessed together side by side and controlled by one of the stable girls using their reins.

They designed their own harnesses and they looked absolutely stunning in their circus harness and heavy circus shooves.

They were to be driven into the arena, slowly high stepping to music, with their driver walking behind.

Then, at the crack of a whip, they sidestepped, their bells tinkling gaily as they did so, tails swirling, shooves stamping hard on the floor totally in unison and their delicious head plumes waving in the air.

Another crack of the whip and they moved to Spanish Dancing, weaving from side to side as they danced across the arena at a tangent.

Every one of us was involved in some way; I was part of a team of six who demonstrated carriage driving, by performing every movement we had been taught in complete unison as we were driven round the show arena under the control of William one of our Trainers.

Others were used as models for harness design and manufacture and displayed to perfection as they were put through their paces in front of the audience of Members and guests.

All in all, this was a very busy time for all of us for we were still expected to carry out our normal duties as well.

For me personally, I thoroughly enjoyed the extra time spent in preparation, as it meant we were given some other interest to keep us busy, rather than the by now, mundane evenings spent in socialising.

The first Showtime rehearsal was an unqualified success and the Trainers and stable girls, who were the first audience, declared that if we performed as well for the Members, then we would be a complete success.

We would carry on rehearsing until the first Showtime near to Christmas.

However, even though we were now working both for the castle and rehearsing for Showtime as well, we were still required to be at the beck and call of our Owners.

That meant that we worked even harder and for longer each day, as well.

Miss Black, Susan and Elizabeth still required me at the weekends and this made sure that I had very little free time at the weekends.

I would be harnessed first thing in the morning and driven down to the castle by a stable maid, where Miss Black would be waiting for me. A check of my harness was always concluded by some of it being tightened before she mounted the sulky and drove me wherever she decided to go. Sometimes just along the tracks through the woods, sometimes it was to a village and once to what I had thought was the sea, when I saw it from the castle, but in fact turned out to be an enormous lake.

I’m not sure what was going on there, but the day we went, I saw a lot of the local men building a long jetty.

As it transpired, we found out what it was all about the following spring.

The afternoons were spent under the control of Susan and Elizabeth and they were quite happy to drive me along the tracks getting me to display my training for them. To be honest, they were very careful with me and I never felt that they were abusing me in any way. They never, however, referred to my time spent with them at the secretariat and treated me all the time as though I was a complete stranger. They rarely looked directly at me unless it was to check my harnessing and always talked about me as though I was not there.

One day, Susan drove me back to Home Farm and asked a stable girl to change my bridle and bit for a pony mask, all of which were fitted with an integral bit.

I hated these, but had to succumb to having it fitted. Once that was done, Susan drove me back to the castle, my breathing sounding unreal inside the mask. Elizabeth was waiting, and after admiring my new head gear, she took her turn at the reins for the rest of the afternoon.

When the stable girl took charge of me, Elizabeth told her that they wanted me with a pony mask fitted, every time I was taken out by them.

Over time, I got used to the masks and at times I actually enjoyed wearing them. Somehow, they seemed to persuade me that I was more animal than human and as I sank deeper and deeper into my ponygirl role, I found that quite comforting.

It was Daisy who fitted me with my first pony ‘face’, making me drop to my hands and knees as she stood over me, drawing the mask over my face then locking it in place at the back of my neck.

From then on, it became quite a regular harness for me, and I was fitted with more and more sophisticated masks as the weeks went over until I was a totally encased animal.

I wore these more and more and actually got to love the feeling of being non human that the masks engendered.

The staff would keep my masked and hobbled and over my basic harnessing, they gave me a short leather frock to wear.

I spent hours with my reins looped to a ring in the stable wall, my hands secured behind me with only my thoughts for company as I scratched my shooves in the straw floor covering.

It became quite usual for me to spend time in my masks in the evenings and when that happened, I was taken to a stall with bales of straw and hay on the floor.

I was given a thick towel to lie on so that I was not scratched by the straw, a black corset, black stockings and matching bra as well as black high heels to wear, which was some consolation, I suppose, but it also had the effect of mixing me up again, as to whether I was human, animal or something in between.

In any case, I felt very sexy and particularly loved the huge black plume I wore on my headdress.

It was as all this was taking place, shortly after our first Showtime that I was reminded that I was missing something.

Sex.

Since being taken by a Trainer at the end of my pony training period, I had forgotten what sex was. We were all too busy most of the time to even think about it; I also knew that I would not have the opportunity to indulge in it, given my situation.

I knew, of course, about Nyteflyte and Fyrestorm and had seen how ‘Storm satisfied ‘Flyte.

When I mentioned the problem, rather tentatively to ‘Storm, she laughed and told me to talk to a stable girl.

This I did one evening after I had plucked up the courage and was absolutely amazed when, instead of laughing, she left me only to return an hour later with a heavy cardboard box.

“Use these”, she told me, “But read the instructions and obey them to the letter”.

It was another two days before I opened the box, to find two small metal balls connected to each other by a short chain. One of the balls also had a slightly longer chain hanging loose from it. When I carefully picked them out of the box, I realised from the noise they made, that each had another smaller ball inside.

A booklet lay in the bottom of the box; Instructions.

“Following your morning shower”, it said, “Carefully insert the balls into your vagina, taking care to allow the short chain to hang free from your body. This should be used to extract the balls during hygiene”.

The instructions went on, “These should be extracted daily, each evening, pre-shower and thoroughly sterilised before re-insertion”.

I put the things back in their box and left them there for another two days before curiosity got the better of me.

I lay on my bed, my legs open, my left leg slightly bent and leaning to one side. I slipped my fingers into a jar of Vaseline and carefully slid them into my vagina, feeling very aroused at the thoughts of what I was about to do.

I took the balls in my hand and slowly, carefully pressed them, one at a time into the entrance to my vagina, feeling a sort of ‘plop’ as they slid inside, one at a time.

I moved my legs, ready to stand up and as I did so an electric shock raced through my body. The two balls had bumped against each other and at the same time, the smaller balls inside them bumped as well.

The result was that I was completely paralysed in my attempt to stand up.

Once I had calmed down, and aware of the results I was to get from my ‘friends’, I stood up and again felt an electric shock race through my body.

I was stopped in my tracks as I started to walk towards the gate to my stall and had to lean against the wooden wall whilst I regained my composure.

My God! I had never experienced anything like this in my life.

Every little movement I made caused the balls to interact with each other and the whole experience was further heightened by the fact that the lower of the two balls lay against my pubic bone.

The clicks of the balls on each other were transmitted immediately to my body by means of their contact with that bone.

My heart raced out of control as I once more stepped towards the gate.

By the time I stepped through the gate into the already inhabited corridor, I knew I was flushed with sexual excitement and it was so noticeable that all the other girls became aware of what I was going through as soon as they set eyes on me.

They all had a giggle and it was Eden who told me that most of them already had been through the same experience. “In fact”, she added, laughing, “Several of us are wearing them at this moment”.

She went on to explain that once the initial excitement had worn off, it was quite easy to control the way the balls affected us.

“You need to learn to tense your pubic muscles as you move and once you have learned how to do that, then you can control the effects of them.”

Of course, the first time I did just that, the effects were magnified as my vagina closed around the balls and it took me several days and quite a lot of practice before I actually was able to control their effects.

That evening I climaxed twice and finally went to my bed with a warm glow spreading through my body.

Even as I lay, half asleep, I played with the chain which lay between my legs, feeling the balls move inside me as I tugged carefully and gently on it.

Oh, what a fantastic feeling!!!

It took me e few days before I dared wear them whilst in harness and the first time was one weekend when I was being used by Miss Black, my Owner.

I had managed to control myself during the trot to the castle but once my Owner was in the carriage and had whipped me up to a fast trot, I lost track of what I was supposed to be doing and let my muscles relax as I sped along the track towards the nearest village.

I could feel the little balls jumping and clicking inside me and the more I thought about them as they tapped against my pelvic bone, the more I became aroused as I imagined them doing what they were meant to do.

By the time I realise what was happening, it was too late and I could feel my sexual urges building up, no matter how hard I tried to control them. My pulses raced, my heart beat increased to painful heights and I gasped madly for breath as I started to hyperventilate.

Even the release chain bumping against the insides of my thighs seemed to heighten my awareness of what was happening inside my vagina.

I missed my stride and the carriage jerked. This brought me a cut from my Owners whip, which actually, for some unknown reason only heightened my arousal.

I felt myself starting to climax and could only utter a muffled scream behind my bit as I climaxed.

I began to slow down and my Owner repeated her action with her whip, but by then I was out of control and totally oblivious to anything she did.

I staggered from side to side of the track as her whip rose and fell on me, I don’t know how many times.

It made no difference, I slowed to a stop, head bowed, gasping for breath, my thighs clamped together as hard as I could, totally unaware of my position or my surroundings.

I stood, secure in the shafts, eyes closed, moaning through my bit as she dismounted and the first I was aware of her was a slap across the face followed by a crop slashing viciously across my thighs.

That brought me back to the reality of my ponygirl position and I whinnied behind my bit and tried to back away from her as her crop rose and fell again and again across any part of my body that presented itself to her.

I eventually backed so far that the carriage finished up at an angle to the shafts and I could go no further.

At that point, my Owner grabbed my bit ring and straightened me up again.

Reaching down between my thighs, she gripped the hanging chain and with a steady pressure pulled the balls from my vagina.

She held them up in front of me like a trophy. “You will never, ever wear these again until I give permission, Rainbow, and as for what has happened here, you will be punished for your disgraceful conduct”.

She hung the balls from my bit ring, mounted the carriage and with a slap of the reins and a stroke of her whip, she dragged my head around and whipped me up to return to Castle Brno.

In disgrace, I trotted back to the castle where I was left standing in the courtyard, the balls still swinging from my bit ring, clicking at each and every movement of my head, the weight pulling one side of my head down.

The stable girl who had brought me that morning eventually appeared, pulled at the balls, making them click together, mounted the carriage and whipped me up for a really fast trot back to Home Farm.

Once back at Home Farm, I was quickly unhitched before being led to the last building in the yard.

Little more than a cellar, it had, I think been a pigsty in earlier times.

Set in the floor about six feet apart where two metal plates. To each of these plates, metal bars were attached by means of steel loops and at the free ends of the bars were set other metal loops.

Poppy and Daisy tethered me to an iron ring set in the wall and from a small cupboard in the corner, they took a metal triangle and a wide metal waist belt.

First they started to strip me of all my harness except my bit which they locked behind my head.

A flimsy garter belt with stockings followed that, and finally a pair of full length high heeled boots.

Springing the waist band open, they carefully fitted it to my waist, locking it in place. Slightly too small, it fitted very firmly around my body. From each side of the belt stuck two metal lugs at my hips.

Then they fitted the triangle. It was actually a hobble spreader and although I had seen them before on other

ponygirls, I had never seen one this shape.

Once fitted to my ankles, my feet were kept about three feet apart.

Then, from the rear of my waist belt, they fastened a narrow leather strap which hung down to my buttocks.

At this point, they released my reins from the wall ring, turned me around and spread legged led me to a point between the metal plates on the floor.

“Down, Rainbow, down on your hands and knees”, Daisy ordered. Carefully, I obeyed, beginning to realise what I was to be subjected to.

Once on my hands and knees, they shuffled me to a point where they could fit the metal bars to the lugs on my waist belt thus holding me rigidly in place.

Then Daisy lifted the triangular spreader bar and looped the back strap through it, before tightening the strap so that I was actually pulled backwards as well.

They stood back regarding their handiwork as I looked up at them, begging for release.

They could see the look in my eyes, and laughed.

“I hope it was all worth it, Rainbow”, said Poppy as they turned to go.

The door shut behind them, leaving me to my own thoughts.

Because of the way the rigid spreader triangle was strapped to me, I could not move my legs in relation to my body.

My waist was fixed at a point by the steel bars from the floor to my waist band and that meant that all I could do was lean slightly forward onto my elbows as a position change to relieve the pressure on my hands and wrists. Even doing that exerted different pressures on my body as it meant bending my torso at my waist.

My head slouched between my shoulders; I relaxed as much as I could and thought about my predicament.

There was, of course, nothing at all that I could do. A mere ponygirl, an animal to all intents and purposes, I was at the mercy of my tormentors.

I don’t know how long I had been like that; I think I dozed fitfully, before the door opened and I heard footsteps behind me.

I lifted my head and turned it as far as I could to see Miss Black, Susan and Elizabeth crossing the floor towards me.

They all stopped in front of me and Miss Black, her hands on her hips smiled down at me.

Susan giggled and shook her head, her long tresses swirling around her shoulders, “Oh, I can’t wait to see this”.

Elizabeth said, “Now then, Susan, all in good time”.

I knew from that, that something nasty was about to happen and that it was about to happen to me.

However, strapped and chained down as I was, I could only wait apprehensively.

I had not long to wait.

Outside I heard the sound of female voices and the jangle of chains followed by the crack of a whip.

Then a voice rose in anger. “Steady Titan, hold still damn you or you’ll get more of that when we get back to your stable”. More chains clattered and then I heard the sound of steel on stone.

I heard the heavy clip clop of hooves outside the door and then louder as the door opened and Daisy and Iris led Titan into the cellar.

Although I could not see him, I knew, from the clatter of the shooves and the loud braying inside his bridle

mask that it had to be him.

I heard the swish of a whip and the sound of it making contact with bare flesh followed by the echoing roar from inside his mask.

Iris snapped, “Down, Titan, down on your knees”, followed by the clatter of shooves again and Iris cursing him. The whip swished again and again and Daisy cursed loudly as the two stable girls tried to subdue him.

Eventually, after more whipping I heard him give a loud scream inside his mask and then his glooves bumped against my spreader bar.

“Thank God for that”, snorted Iris and the two stable girls breathed a sigh of relief.

My Owners stood in front of me, watching the whole scene unfold in front of them.

Susan had her mouth open and her eyes stared fixedly across my back to the now kneeling Titan.

“Cover, Titan, cover”, snapped Iris and a whip snapped across flesh behind me. I knew what that meant and also that I was once more in the position I had been at the end of my training period; a mare to be covered by a stallion.

I felt Titan move closer to me, his glooves moving up my spine as he moved into position.

I felt the tip of his organ slip between my buttocks and twisted my hips as far as I could to prevent him entering me the wrong way.

His leather harness rubbed coarsely across my naked flesh and the whip cracked again. Titan screamed inside his mask and thrust against me, his organ sliding lower down my buttocks until I felt him slide between my thighs touching my clitoris.

I tensed myself, lowering my shoulders and lifting my bottom slightly higher. I dropped to my elbows and then the whip cracked across Titan again and with a great thrust, he was inside me, lifting my restricted knees and feet from the ground as I swivelled slightly in my waist restraint.

Then at each whip stroke, Titan thrust harder and deeper into me, harder and faster as the strokes increased.

Somewhere in that horror, I heard a sound that I subconsciously realised was Susan, enjoying every moment of the scene before her.

Suddenly, Titan stopped, deep inside me, holding me off the floor, supported on his hard, rigid organ. He grunted loudly behind his face mask as he strained to hold me up. I felt myself slipping onto him as his erection searched deeper and deeper into me.

Miss Black took hold of my reins, lifting my head as far as she could, and stared into my eyes.

“How does that feel, Rainbow, does it feel the same as your little metal balls, does it satisfy you more than they did”?

With my vagina supporting my body so much that I thought it would tear, I was unable to answer, even if I could have spoken.

I heard Susan say, “Oh, look in her eyes, Elizabeth; see how much she is enjoying it all”.

The whip cracked again and Titan continued to thrust deeper and deeper into me, my body by then wracked in pain. I started to scream as he moved relentlessly in and out, in and out, seemingly to impose as much pain on me as he could.

Suddenly, unbelievably, I realised that I going to climax.

I moved my body as much as I could, trying to give him more and easier access as I felt myself starting to enjoy ever thrust he made into me.

I heard the whip crack again and then Iris screamed “Out, Titan, out now,” and the whip cracked again.

Titan screamed inside his mask and he thrust even harder into me and I suddenly realised that he was about to have his own climax.

Not, however, if the stable girls had their way. The whip cracked again and I heard the jangle of chains and realised that they were trying to drag him free from our coupling.

I clenched my buttocks and vaginal muscles as much as I could in an effort to hold him inside me, but with another crack of the whip, they dragged him backwards, out of me, and I dropped to my knees on the floor again.

Titan screamed and kicked out at Iris and Daisy and then Miss Black, who had stepped across to help them hold the bucking, fighting ponyboy.

Eventually, Iris touched him with a cattle prod and that brought him down on his knees and once more under control.

Miss Black said, breathing deeply after her exertions, “I think he needs more supervised control and training”.

Daisy replied, “Yes, Madam we have instructions to do that after we have finished here”.

Whilst Daisy held up the prod in front of Titan, Iris hauled on his collar chain, making him get back up onto his feet.

That done, they led him from the cellar and I heard his metal clad shooves clattering on the yard outside as he was harnessed once more in the cart.

The following day, I saw him being run on a lunge rein, by then, very subdued and doing everything he was told to do.

Later in the week he was back between the shafts with Bryony driving him.

When he saw me, he whinnied behind his mask and tossed his head, which got him a stroke from Bryony’s whip across his back.

It seemed very obvious to me that he was not treated at all as well as we were.