The next morning came fast and when it did Hannah was over-punctual. She was clad in everyday-clothing: A pair of jeans and a thin pullover, a vest and black Doc Martins. She was a bit paler then I would have expected, maybe because she hadn t slept well that night because of curiosity or anxiety.

They bought it. I can'tell you they questioned me all evening. I got to bed soooo late Uncle, I m totally exhausted. She yawned like a cat and stretched her arms over her head playfully.

And you didn't give anything away?

Nah, I m not stupid. I even think that I m very clever. She giggled, then suddenly had a stern look on her face.

Can I see her please?

Yes, you can. But don't get over-excited. Just walk into the stables and I'll watch you via the cameras. You two can spend some time without me.

The stables? Wow. Another astonished look, another pirate-like grin. Okay... I'll do that.

When Hannah entered the stables I was already sitting in my workroom, having the Monitor activated and one hand on the control-pad for the cameras and microphones. I could see her close the door behind herself, then she cast a glance upwards to the camera which I was watching her with. She gave me a thumbs up -sign and started looking around. There was some equipment left on the rack which had been designed for Laura, but which I had not put to use yet. Hannah studied it with care, trying to understand its purpose. I could see her draw her breath in sharply as she started to comprehend.

The first two boxes she opened were empty. In the third box was Laura, lying on the ground and waiting. When she opened her eyes and saw Hannah standing in front of her both girls turned to frozen statues for a moment. Hannah's eyes were large, her mouth was a big O . Laura's eyes were at least as large as that and she seemed to have stopped breathing.

I tried to think myself into Hannah's head: The girl she had gone to school with was in front of her, lying in the straw naked, dirty, had obviously been beaten. A cap held most of her red hair, straps run around her body, secured her arms in an uncomfortable position on her back. Her feet were in thick hoove-boots, the face half obfuscated by the straps of her head-harness, her eyes partly hid behind the blinders, ears covered with the caricature of the pointy ears a horse would have. Her mouth gagged with the bit, drooling uncontrollably. How would any sensible girl react to a sight like that? I knew it and I had even prepared for the improbable case that Hannah might just panic, turn around and run to call the cops or try to get Laura out of her bondage.

But I shouldn t have worried. The O of her mouth shrank back to normal size and formed itself into a smile, her face flushed and she placed one tanned hand on the side of the door to lean herself casually against it.

I... wow. Just wow... She smiled some more. Laura at the same time tried to get up, failed twice and fell back into the hay until she finally managed to get on her hooves, legs wobbly like on her first day in the stables. She tried to talk again and stumbled towards my niece, calling for help in her usual inapprehensible way.

Hraaaagh! Maggmmmmh! I could easily guess what my pony is trying to say.

No wait, wait. Hannah evaded the other girl, she took some quick steps backwards to keep some distance between them. She was still taking the sight in, working on fully comprehending What'she saw. don't bump into me, don't try to touch me please, you smell ... ouh you smell like ten hours of workout. And then she laughs with her clear, full voice, as if this was all a joke. No, you know what? You smell like a horse or something!

Nraaaaagh! Laura tried to shake her head but couldn t do that with the collar. She retreated to just stomping twice with her left hoof, like she had been doing for some days now when she wanted to emphasize something. Eoouuuhh!

Shhh calm down now! I can't even understand you! My niece reacted the way I had hoped for, playing with Copperhead and teasing her. A blind man could see that, but Copper may just be too despaired to have an eye for the sadistic gleam in Hannah's eyes. I relax while I keep watching them. Is this a gag? I have never seen someone gagged before. Why did you gag yourself?

It would be impossible to describe the look of distress that glowed on Coppers face right now. She tried to tell Hannah that she had not done this to herself but that it was rather done to her, forced upon her, but she didn't have the means to communicate that clearly. She started moving her arms as good as she could, even though they were stiff and had to feel quite useless and limp after these days in strict bondage.

Ghewaaaaagh!

I don't know what you are trying to say... wait turn around and let me see what happened to your arms, okay?

Laura did so hastily and showed Hannah how she had been restrained obviously hoping that my niece would free her as quickly as possible once she understand how uncomfortable the bondage had to be. But Hannah did nothing like that. She just ran her fingers over the straps and buckles and checked the bondage.

Wow this looks strict! I mean ... wow. I didn't know you were into kinky stuff like this, Laura... Can you get out of this if you want to?

Nraaaaghuuh!

Okay, I see. I guess I couldn t either. I see Hannah pull on one or two of the straps to test their tightness. And your hands are useless too? This is... this is really wicked, isn t it? You skipped some days of school for something like this? Yiu missed a math-test, I m not sure you realize that. And then she looked up to the camera, winking at me. It made me laugh.

Let me see. I don't know if you even want to be freed...

Hraaaah!

... but maybe I can find out what these straps are for? This one goes from your arms to your body, so what happens...

Hannah pulled it tighter so that Laura's arms were drawn further back and the skin on her shoulders shone white as snow. The girl screamed loudly into her gag and tried to step away from her, but Hannah grabbed her by her collar with the other hand, holding her close by, her face and mouth nearly touching Coppers left ear now.

Hey, you even had some slack. Is it still okay a bit tighter, like this? You got an A in gymnastics, didn't you? I bet you are terribly flexible.

Despite Laura's moaning, wheezing efforts to prevent it I could see Hannah buckle the strap again, tighter than it had been before. Maybe you are doing this for training, so you can get an A plus next time? I just can't make any sense of all this...

It dawned on Copper that my niece was just toying with her. She started sobbing again. Tears flowed over her face, snot dripping from her nose once more.

Mguh... muouumh...

Yes okay, I understand that you want to be freed. But... Hannah let that last word hang in the air for some moments. ... you are such a pretty thing! You know, the outfit is perfect on you, frankly. She patted Laura's head from behind and then even pinches her naked ass. You always wanted to be something special, didn't you? You are doing great, you are living the dream!

Another glance to the camera and my niece walked out of the box, returned to the rack while Laura stumbled behind her helplessly. That girl was her only chance to escape and she obviously couldn t believe Hannah would just leave her in this state.

And she was right: Hannah didn't plan to leave her like this. She took the electric cane from the rack, which made Laura gasp and then shudder. She tried it out, then pointed to the ground in front of her. Come on, kneel here. Be a good pony!

Laura didn't have any intention of getting closer to Hannah anymore in fact,quite the opposite: She took a quick step backwards and mewed helplessly, begging for mercy, when Hannah took some quick steps in her direction, grabbed her collar and hit her with the cane across her breasts. The noise was loud even filtered by the microphone.

HRUAAAAGH! Coppers scream was piercing. A bright red streak instantly appeared on her pale skin and she nearly sank to the ground. When she looked at Hannah again there was shear panic in her eyes.

Wow, cool. I wouldn t want to get a load from this thing. Did it hurt much? My niece sounded just interested but not even a bit sympathetic.

Wrrrrgh... Just a gurgling sob was the answer she got. It seemed that Copper had to fight down the urge to collapse completely. I had never used such a high setting on her and also hadn t intended to do so.

Do you want another one?

Naaagh!

Okay, cool. Then kneel right here and bow forward. I have found something else my uncle has made for you, but I guess he hasn t used it yet? So I will! Let s try it out!

Laura knelt, shaking violently. And I enjoyed watching in spite of myself. After she has spent some time with my niece it should be quite easy to show her that I m not cruel at all. And I see what Laura has in her hand: It is the belt.

I created the belt for Copper, yes. I wanted her to wear it. But not in the beginning only later, when she would have gotten used to the rest of her new life. It was the most degrading, dehumanizing item I have designed and it could very well have stayed on that rack for one or two or three more weeks. Now I asked myself if I really want Hannah to use it on Copperhead, but frankly the answer was yes. It was arousing to see them together and it was fascinating to see how evil my niece really is.

The belt was designed a lot like a leather chastity belt, with two straps that would go around Coppers thighs and secure the thing on her. But the difference to a normal chastity belt was that there were two pieces that were supposed to be inserted into her body.

The first one was a small vaginal vibrator with an added tickle-pad to be placed on her clitoris. The second piece was the really dehumanizing item: It was a hollow buttplug that was designed to make it impossible for the wearer to control her bowels. The thought behind it was that there couldn t be anything more dehumanizing than to take that control away from someone. Whenever Coppers insides would push waste down deep enough it would just fall out of her.

Copper didn't know that yet, of course. Else I imagine she would have fought more. As things were she didn't fight at all when Hannah took the belt into her hands and started fitting it around Coppers lower part of the body. I could hear her moan when she realized that there were dildos pressing against her openings now, but the instant she tried to pull away Hannah had already hit her back with a hard blow, making her scream again.

This is just the right thing for you! Did you not you tell me you had an older boyfriend and that you are so totally experienced with sex and all that? I don't know why my uncle didn't use it yet, you deserve it!

But even though she was still joking, Hannah sounded sterner now. It was an intimate task to touch another girl like this, even though she might have had a taste for it and would further refine that taste in the following years. Her voice was a bit strained as she started pushing the vibrator into Copper. The girl twitched and only stopped trying to pull away when Hannah reactivated the electrical cane.

Hold still you stupid bitch or I m going to make you twitch all around the place like an eel!

Uaaaagh!!!

As soon as the vibrator was fully inside Copper, Hannah started working on the butt plug, pressing it into my ponies anus with effort. Another long, sobbing moan followed while Copper was maybe for the first time in her life anally intruded. When it subsided the item was set as well. Hannah strapped the belt as tight as possible, closing the buckles on the last hole.

There you go. Now how do I... ah, I guess there it is. She had found the correct button on the canes hilt and activated the vibrator by remote. I had it set on minimum power, but the feeling still had to be weird and disturbing enough for the pony. She shuddered, twitched, moved the lower part of a body like a girl trying to get used to her first G-string.

There s just one thing missing. Wait a moment... Hannah took the pair of scissors I had left down there, grabbed the part of Laura's hair that was hanging from the hole on top of her cap and cut it off. She fit the hair into the small halter that was part of the butt plug and closed the clamp at its end Copper hat a red ponytail now, shining brightly in the stables light.

Wow, you have such beautiful hair. It makes a great tail, so beautiful...

Hannah grinned as if she just passed an initiation-rite when she looked up to my camera again. And in some way, I realized, she had indeed just initialized herself. Even for a girl like her it had to be a tough task to do What'she just did to another female.

Good pony, very good. Now get up. Hannah wiped some sweat from her forehead as she watched Copper stand.

Whats up? Is something wrong?

And there was indeed something wrong for Laura the look on her face was one of utter degradation and humiliation as she pulled up her knees and clenched her eyes tight. Something fell from the hollow buttplug into the hay and I could hear her moan again.

Hruaaaaagh!!! You can't do that to me! is what this noise meant. I am a human and don't you see what you are doing? Please stop and realize that you are torturing me! We are both women, so how can you enjoy this? But Hannah just giggled and shook her head.

Hey I am not into stuff like this. You did that, didn't you? I would have gladly given you a private moment!

She took Laura's leash and pulled it hard, the cane still in her other hand. And now come on! I want to see how you can walk in these boots and with the other stuff in you.

Hannah trained with Copper for more than three hours, and I had to get to a window to watch them on the grounds. I had never been as sadistic and cruel to the pony as Hannah turned out to be, chasing Copper around until she collapsed, then punishing her until she managed to get on her hooves again on shaking legs, checking her way of moving with glee, punishing even the smallest mistakes, making her prance more concentrated then ever. I was pretty sure she could have killed the pony if no one had stopped her.

So after these more than three hours I walked outside myself and took the cane from her.

Aw come on Uncle, can we go on a bit? She s improving!

She s not getting better, she is completely exhausted. She needs water and something to eat. I took Coppers leash from her as well and patted the ponies head reassuringly. She has trained enough for today.

And ... can I visit her tomorrow?

We'll see. Now get inside and make us some tea. I'll bring Copper to her box.

While Hannah made her way back to the house I gave Copper some time to catch her breath. She looked gruesome, worn out and beaten. She cried from relief when she realized it was over and I was here. And it took some minutes before I was pretty sure she would get unconscious right here and now.

I saw much too late that she found you , is what I say to her with sympathy in my voice. Did she hurt you much?

Wh... wheee! Copper whinnied in a relieved way, stamping a foot tiredly. I looked down at her and checked the plug-belt, loosening it a little. My hand touched her thighs as I did the checking and I could feel her wetness no wonder that her cunt had started lubricating since she had worn the thing for hours by now.

You'll wear this from now on I would have put it on you later, but maybe it was time for it. When I saw the scared, degraded look on her face I added: It won t ever again be as tight as it was today. I promise. And by the way: You don't have to feel humiliated by the butt plug, do you understand? You aren t accountable for your waste. It s natural. It s what ponies do.

That was kind of an odd thing to say, no question, but after she had gotten Hannah to know she seemed to see me as an improvement. She whinnied again, some spittle flying from her lips, and stamped her foot once more.

Had I told her that she was a dirty girl or anything like that I might have made things harder for her. That was not what I wanted. I wanted her to be broken in, to accept her new existence. The best strategy to do that was a mixture of toughness and affection. It is always like that. Everywhere in life.

I took her back to the stables afterwards and cleaned her with hay like I had done every evening. Warm water and soap had to wait a little longer. I took the vib out but left the butt-plug inside, which made her whimper a little, looking at me with pleading eyes. But even that look didn't get her anywhere: Now that the plug had been introduced it had to stay in her. She would have to get used to that, just as she had gotten used to the other aspects of being my pony.

Hannah was already back in the kitchen where she had made tea and dinner for both of us. She smiled at me as I entered and handed me a steaming mug.

I didn't ever know that you would do anything like this to someone! How did you know I wouldn t run to get the police?

I didn't inform her about my doubts or about the tranquilizer gun I had prepared just in case. I just opened a cupboard and took some printed webpages out of it they showed pictures of girls that were tied and gagged, some shaven or put into dog-costumes, some tortured with nipple clamps and similar devices. One of the girls was strapped into a gynaecological chair, obviously tearing at her bonds and screaming into a gag while a guy tattooed her.

Hannah stared at the pictures for some time, not as surprised or shaken as I would maybe have expected.

Yeah well , she said. I checked that stuff out when I was here last summer. I didn't know you were supervising which sites I visit on the internet.

It was more some kind of coincidence that I found out , I answered smiling. I found it interesting. And frankly, had I not seen what kinds of things you find interesting , I would never have shown Copper to you.

That's what you call her? She nearly screamed in delight. Oh my god this must be so humiliating to her! How long are you going to keep her like this?

More or less forever.

Forever? But how can you... Hannah nodded slowly. Okay, if people found out now that you kidnapped her you d be in trouble. Big trouble. She giggled again.

Well. We both would be. I made a little clip of you and her on the grounds , I said smiling. It made Hannah squint her eyes.

Yes That's really nice of you! But they wouldn t send me to prison.

That's true. Just to a psychologist I guess.

Well I wouldn t have given you away anyways. This is too ... it s too...

It makes you horny.

don't say that, it s dirty language! But yeah, it does. So what?

So nothing, I like it that way.

We looked into each others eyes sternly, until Hannah got the giggles again.

Well I will visit tomorrow if I can, after school. Is that okay?

Absolutely okay. But I will have to teach you how to train a pony. You can't just torture Copper all day, there s more to it than that.

And why can't I torture the bitch a bit? She s helpless anyways!

The reward is more fulfilling when you do it the right way. You'll see.