I caught her while she was throwing stones at my horses. She did it laughing and giggling as if it was a funny game. She obviously enjoyed seeing them jumping and trying to get away from her. Every time they fled out of her reach, she walked along the fence until she could hit them again. She picked the new stones with care. She cast them with deliberation, aiming for their heads or flanks, and she screamed in delight when one of the mares started panicking and screaming in fear and pain.

She had done that before, every few days for the last weeks. And I had seen her and had been close to just shooing her away, maybe asking her how I could reach her parents to tell them what a bitch their teenage daughter was. But for some reason I had not done that. I had just kept watching her.

I had a grudge on the girl, no question. But it was also more than that and I had started to make some plans for the girl. She needed a lesson.

She was a teenage-girl, tall and slender, red headed and pale skinned with freckles all over her face and grey eyes in the colour of a winters sky. A thin girl, her arms and legs appeared to be just a little longer than you d expect, as if she was still a filly herself, moving as if she had yet to find out how to use them properly. She always wore colourful clothing like a girl from the city on a visit in the countryside and I suspected she might be a resident of the boarding school on the other side of the village. Rich city folks sent their daughters there to get an education and enjoy some healthy country air, but she didn't seem to enjoy her stay a lot, judging from her behaviour.

I had started preparing things for her after I had seen her for the third time. First I had hesitated a bit when my plans got more and more extreme, but after that I had just smiled about myself and continued nonetheless. I am an experienced leatherworker, but I had never designed anything like this for a human being. On the other hand it was not that complicated at all: Once I had put some thoughts and planning into it things evolved quite easily. Bondage has always been something I enjoyed on women and I am not inexperienced in that resort. I worked each evening, adjusted straps and buckles, softened leather, modified a harness. It was fun, imagining her in the outfit. It was also arousing, no question about that.

It was a Friday evening when I saw her again, doing her routine once more. She was wearing a shirt, a blue jacket and short jeans. She didn't enjoy pestering my horses as much as she had before though: She was grumpy and serious when she did it this time, her pretty face angry and bitter. It was easy to see that she was in a bad mood and that even disquieting my horses didn't brighten her up.

What the hell do you think you are doing there? I surprised her a lot with that, since she hadn't seen me ever before. She whirled around, a stone in her hand, ready for the next throw. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was agape when she realized I had been in the bushes behind her. And there was no chance she could escape me since I was only five meters away from her now.

She stuttered helplessly and took one weak step backwards, lowering the hand with the stone in it. She had been caught in the act and didn't know what to say. Now that I heard her talking for the first time I estimated her to be barely eighteen years old. Maybe she was even a nice girl, but frankly I didn't care much about that anymore. I had already made up my mind.

You like torturing animals? That's an interesting hobby for a girl of your age. What's your name, copperhead?

She went even paler than she naturally was, which made her freckles shine all the brighter in her face. Her cheeks turned scarlet and she shook her head in a defensive way.

I m Laura. Laura Kruger. Please don't.

Don't what? What do you think I should be doing with you, Laura? I didn't give her time to answer that question of course, I just pointed past the bushes to where my jeep was standing. Get into my car. We ll bring you to a phone and you can call your parents. But first I want to have a talk with you.

Normally when a stranger tells a girl to get into his car she might get at least a little suspicious. But Laura didn't, because she was shocked and ashamed. We made our way to the jeep without talking and she climbed onto the front passenger seat with her breath going nervously fast. She just stared out of the window during the drive. And since it was only a ride of three minutes to my house we reached it long before she had had time to collect herself and get any clear thoughts. No one saw us, because the whole countryside is as good as deserted once you leave the village. And when I lead her into my home I knew that I had her in my hands already.

II

Half an hour later we were sitting in the kitchen. Laura had taken off her jacket and was now just wearing her sleeveless green top with a smiley on it, faded jeans and a pair of mud-soaked sneakers. Her naked arms were as white and as freckled as her face.

I made us both a cup of tea and Laura held hers with long, delicate fingers. I even offered her some cookies. I made sure that I behaved austere enough to keep her scared but at the same time I calmed her down with some small talk. It was important that I gave her some hope, so that she would fall for the escape I was going to offer her.

I am sorry that I teased your horses, Laura said with some tears in her eyes and a trembling hand. I just hate it at that stupid boarding school. I hate being so far away from home and I hate the food and the other girls and the teachers. They say I should try to make friends, but I don't want friends, I want away from there.

That's no reason to torture animals is what I answered. You didn't just tease them, you hurt them. I am sure your parents didn't send you here to learn how to be a mean bitch.

She flinched when I used that word and I had to smile in spite of myself.

I didn't want to be a mean girl. I was just so angry and I wanted to I don't know.

You wanted to hurt something pretty.

Maybe. Yes. See, I am sorry. Please, please don't call my parents. Please don't do that, I will be in so much trouble. My father is a doctor and he works all the time and he hates it when he has to even out things that I did. And my mother, she said it was just a thing for two months, they said that after that I could visit my old school again, but if you call them and tell them about the horses

Frankly, I don't care about your parents. I looked at her in the most unforgiving way and she flinched once more. Would you prefer me to call your school? They'll wonder where you are by now and you'll have to tell them something.

No! Laura nearly screamed, shaking her head violently. They thought my parents would fetch me for the weekend, but they cancelled that in the last minute. That's why I was so angry today You don't have to call the school, so please, please don't do it!

That made me smile again. Whgen Laura saw that smile, she seemed to interpret it as a sign of sympathy. She relaxed a little.

Okay. I will make you an offer and I will only make it once. Follow me, I'll show you something.

I got up and started leading her through the house. My place was large, like I already mentioned, and its interior was quite luxurious. My family had money, has always had money. I was not your typical country bumpkin. I just liked it out here. I enjoyed having some distance to other people.

What kind of an offer are you talking about? She snuffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand while she was following me. You mean you won t call anyone?

I may not call anyone, yes. But I am not going to let you leave just like this either. I want you to learn a lesson, Laura. If I get the feeling that you understand what I want you to understand, there will be no phone call. Understood?

Yes. There was so much relieve in that one word that I had to smile once more.

I opened a door and lead her through it right into the stables. The smell of hay and horses was heavy in the air. We were standing in semi-darkness now, but in that semi-darkness Laura could definitely hear some of my horses moving in their boxes to the left and right. She looked around with some interest and then focused on me again.

Do you want me to clean the stables? I can do that no problem, I would clean everything for you if we can make a deal! I clean everything and you don't call my parents. Is that okay? Please, please say yes.

She even grinned a bit, but it still was a nervous grin. Which was how I liked it.

I don't want you to clean the place. I shook my head. But I want you to understand that what you did was wrong. You can't even imagine what it is like to be a horse, can you? You think they are just animals and as a human you have the right to treat them any way you want?

No, honestly, I just wasn't thinking! And I will never do it again!

I don't know if I can believe that. Walk to that rack over there. Take the strap-harness and bring it to me.

She carefully walked over to the rack with the riding equipment and checked the items with insecure motions. Which one is this harness? This one? She showed me the harness I designed especially for her, several connected leather straps, some buckles attached to them.

That is it, yes.

Laura brought it and handed it to me. I showed the thing to her with my sternest facial expression.

Turn around. You are going to wear this for a moment, to see how it feels on you.

But! She hesitated. And I readied myself to force it on her if she tried to resist, but after a moment she just closed her mouth and turned around. She was breathing fast and shallow and I was quite pleased that she was too naive to know what a ponygirl is or what an older man might get out of putting her into something like this. She didn't even realize that this harness would never fit on a horse and so she didn't get suspicious that it might have been designed to be worn by a human girl.

I slipped it over Laura's head so that the straps encased her body. I started pulling them tighter and closed some of the buckles on her back. That made her gasp.

It is tight.

It is supposed to be tight. A horse can hurt itself when the harness is not attached correctly. A collar was also part of the harness, broad and heavy. I put it on her from behind and she flinched again, raising her hands in defence.

Please stop, what...

Okay, that's it! I took a step backwards and watched the girl with anger in my face as well as in my voice. Get back into the kitchen. And give me your parents phone number. I am tired of you, Laura.

No no no it's okay! At this point she grabbed the collar herself and placed it around her neck. She found the fastener with her pale, thin fingers and closed it with a snap.

Ouh this is too tight! Laura gulped and tried to move her head, but she had just made that as good as impossible for herself. I stepped up behind her again and took her hands not forcefully but in a decided way and put them down again.

It is supposed to be tight, like I said. Keep your hands down. How do you feel?

A bit stuck. And then she giggles. It s a sound born in nervousness and fear, but it's also a sweet sound. She is so full with adrenaline that it makes her behave silly.

It will get a bit worse now, but we are nearly finished. I took her long, slender hands again. They were cool, the palms a bit moist and lead them to her back, just above her ass. I pushed them through two separate loops and pulled these loops tight with a quick jerk, so that the straps closed around her wrists and pulled them against each other.

Oh hey, what are you doing?

She twitched in surprise, trying to move her hands, but I had already tightened the straps so much that they were essentially restrained to each other. When I closed the buckle she started moving her arms, pulling on the harness and fumbling around, trying to reach the buckle with her fingers. She couldn't though, I made sure it would be out of her reach when I designed the device.

Hold still the leather is soft, but you could still hurt your skin. I made sure the strap-harness won't slip by adjusting one or two of the other buckles, while the girl indeed held still now, breathing even more nervous.

Why why are you tying my hands?

Because horses normally don't have hands. I looped another strap around her forearms and finally around her elbows and start pulling. The brown leather accentuated very well against her white skin, especially when it started pressing itself in. She moaned and instinctively stretched her back when the pressure on her arms increased, forcing forearms and elbows closer and closer to each other.

Ouh please! Stop please, stop! Laura screamed and tried to get away from me, but I had her grabbed by her harness and could easily tighten the straps further. Her muscles started showing under her skin as she fought against the straps, her hands flailed helplessly in the attempt to pull free of their bondage. But it was no use: I only needed to pull a little more and her arms were drawn together completely, elbows and lower arms touching. She stood very erect now, trying to ease the pull on her shoulders.

Ouh GOD please you are breaking my arms!

No I am not, calm down, come on. You can just calm down, force yourself to relax a bit. I made a calming noise and put one hand on her cheek from behind, stroking it a bit. I held her by the harness with my other hand. Calm down. Shhhhh, breathe as calm as possible, relax a bit, don't fight against the straps.

I. I can't! It... hurts! But even while she was still protesting I could see her arms were relaxing a little bit and she had already lowered her voice. Her fingers however kept searching for the buckle, but I knew she d soon grow tired of that. I can't move my arms, please

Shhh. I said calm down. I took my hand away from her cheek and patted her head. We are nearly finished, like I told you. When we are done I hope you ll have learned your lesson. And then I can drive you home.

She took a moment to think about that. No wonder, since I was sure she was starting to doubt the situation she had gotten herself into. But then she noded, her voice coarse and a bit whiny.

Okay, are we finished now?

Nearly finished, just like I said. Open your hands.

She did so and I pressed one rubber ball into each of her sweaty palms. Press these together. When she complied I slipped a small leather-bag over each hand and laceed them tight, compressing her hands. With the rubber balls in her palms Lauras hands were forced into fists, rendering her fingers useless. I secured the bags with laces around her wrists.

She lowered her head and started crying silently, sniffing from time to time, her shoulders shaking a bit. No doubt she had begun to understand that this might be a scary, dangerous situation for her.

Why are you tying me like this? Her voice was very soft, nearly a whisper. Please, I want to go home.

You can go home soon. But first we ll finish this.

She didn't comment on that. Meanwhile I walked over to the rack, reached beneath it and came back with the boots.

They were heavy, made from brown leather and amplified with rivets. Laces and some straps were attached to them. They had the form of hooves and would force her to walk in a high-heeled way with their shafts going up nearly to her knees, covering Lauras calves completely. When she saw them, she sobbed louder and tried to shake her head. Some first tears were running over her cheeks now.

Th these are not f ffor a h-horse , Laura utters. She looked at me with an increasing amount of fear in her eyes.

No, they are not. They were designed for girls like you. I placed them in front of her, then kneeled down and unlaced her sneakers. I pulled them and the socks off her feet. She even had freckles down there.

P please I want to call my parents now.

No. You can call them when we have finished this understood?

P-p-please I would like to

I don't care about what you d like to, Laura. Put your feet into these boots now, or you can stay in this harness all night.

Laura blinked at me, shocked and helpless. By openly speaking out this threat that had been hovering in the air already unexpressed I had made her nightmare become more real, no doubt. Until now she might have told herself that she was being silly, too easily scared. But now the direness of the whole situation had become more real for her, no question. She shook very slightly, like a taut piece of wire.

She slowly lifted a bare foot, toes curled, and slipped into the boot with it. I had to help her to work it all the way down. Once it was set I laced it, so she wouldn t be able to remove it from her foot without use of her hands and arms. She nearly overbalanced when she tried to stand on the booted foot, lifting her second one for application of boot number two, but I supported her with one hand on the inner side of her thigh. This way she managed to catch herself.

When both of her feet were booted I got up again, watching her with fascination. It was easy to see that she had some problems standing like this, but at the same time she looked beautiful. Like a scared, wide-eyed filly, long-legged and shaking a little. She had not yet completely given up on her arms: She tried to move them a bit, her shoulders rolled a little from one side to the other and her hands twitched as if she was trying to use her fingers within those bags.

F She stuttered, tears streaked across her face. She tried again to form the words. F finished ?

Like I said, nearly. There s one thing every horse usually wears. I ll show you.

Laura whimped and watched me shyly as I walked to the rack once more. When I came back this time, I was holding a head-harness in my hand. It was maybe the most complicated item I created: There was a bit in the center, modified to fit into a girls mouth, padded, a bit thicker in the middle and reaching deeper into the oral cavity then a real horse bit would. Blinders were attached to it. And there was also a cap made from the same brown leather that would fit on Lauras head. A hole in its center was designed for some of her coppery red hair to fall down her back in a ponytail. Her ears would be partially covered by something that looked like fake pony-ears, pointing upwards in a cheery, slightly floppy way.

She stared at the thing and shied away from it as if I was holding a poisonous snake in my hand. Once more she nearly stumbled, then took some very quick steps backwards and crashed against one of the boxes wooden wall with her back. She was breathing heavily now, shaking her head her head in disbelief. Her eyes were nailed to the head-harness as if she was hypnotized by it.

I can't . I can't take th-this i-into m-my . m-m-mouth

If you can't take it into your mouth then we ll just wait until you can. I smiled at her in a way of which I knew that it was mean and unforgiving. If you still want to call your parents after I released you, I ll be happy to show you to the phone. But for now, you are going to do what I tell you to do or you won t be released so soon.

N-NO! Laura now tried to get out of the bondage that held her body and arms with all her strength, but the leather didn't do so much as creak a little. She bucked like a newly-harnessed filly, which of course was exactly What'she was in my eyes at that very moment. A beautiful sight.

I watched her, waited, let her walk around on her wobbly legs and fight with her restraints until she toppled and fell into the hay with a scream. She just lay there, crying, her face red and her chest heaving. I kneeled down next to her and showed her the head-harness once again.

This is the last piece, Laura. The last bit, so to say. I chuckled a bit. And then we ll be finished. I promise.

Her eyes were large, desperate, but with a spark of hope still in them. She wanted to believe me. She started sobbing again when I slipped the harness over her head, but she didn't object any further. So I lead one of the straps under her chin, another one to the back of her head. I put the cap in place and pulled a good part of her hair through the hole on top. The blinders were already in place, limiting her field of vision to everything in front of her. I put two more straps over her face they were connected on her forehead, forming an opposite v .

Open your mouth, Laura. I held the bit in front of her lips and she slowly opened her mouth, trembling some more. I put the bit inside and set the straps taut one after the other. That resulted in the bit being pulled deeper into the corners of her mouth, being pushed deeper into her oral cavity, blocking her jaws but still allowing her some movement of the lips and teeth. The drawn back corners of her mouth exposed her canines, making her look a bit ridiculous and even the more vulnerable.

Very good. And now give me a moment It was time for the final step: I turned the a small screw at the side of the gag made the built-in mechanism unfold. A rubber-coated piece of metal flipped upwards, pressing against the soft part of her upper palatal, forcing her to open her mouth a bit further. While I would have to take the bit out from time to time so she could be fed for example I would be abled to keep that second part of the gag in use almost permanently.

Aahaaaaaghh gck!! She tried to tell me that the pressure was uncomfortable, but I already knew that or at least had expected it very much. I just didn't care and didn't react to her plead. Laura shuddered, her eyes turning to the side to look into mine, but I was already concentrated on checking if everything was in place. And indeed all was well: The straps were pressed into her skin tightly, the bit didn't move even as she now started pressing against it with her small, red tongue.

You are finished see? Now get up, let s see how you walk in this.

I held her arm and shoulder and helped her to get back on her hooves. She was breathing heavily, still crying, some snot dripping from her nose and some flocks of drool hanging from her lips. She s shook and I had to hug her and pat her back again, even kiss her cheek, until she finally calmed down a bit.

Come on, walk to the stable-door over there.

She did it, faltering, leering at me through the blinders. She managed to not fall again, but apart from that small success she moved like a new born filly, her long legs not used to walking with hooves instead of human feet. Blotches of sweat had already started to appear on her back as well as on her breasts and belly and I reminded myself that I would have to render her naked soon. But not right now.