Making and Breaking (a ponygirl)

by Dirk Dirker
- do not use without the author's permission.



Chapter IX

I visited Copper in the morning. She looked worse than ever before, exhausted and scared, dirty and quite insecure. Some flies had found her again and kept landing on her sweaty, bruised skin until she jerked once or twice to fight them off for some more seconds.

She hadn t forgotten Hannah yet I could see it in her glance. And she obviously still had trouble getting used to the plug in her. When she saw me and just me alone some light returned to her eyes. She took the lump of sugar which I offered her with relief and she even whinnied weakly when she saw me carry two buckets with steaming, soapy water into the box along with some other equipment.

You ve been brave for the last days and I think it s time to help you a bit, Copper. Stand.

She did as I had ordered, so that I could check her restraints once again. I took the gag out and let her feed rice with vegetables again, also some chicken mixed in, so that she would be abled to regain some of her strength. I wanted her to stay as thin as she was now, because I liked seeing her like this, but I didn't want to starve her. After she was finished I started cleaning her with a soft sponge. I used it carefully, started with her shoulders and arms, then continued with her breastbone. She moaned and even closed her eyes, some tears welling from them. But at the same time she obviously enjoyed the touch of the warm sponge immensely. Her nostrils flared as if she wanted to inhale every last bit of the soapy smell that was strong in the air. As I took her collar off and cleaned her grimy neck she even produced a purring sound. She bit down on her gag hard right after that as if she expected a punishment.

Shhh you are a good one. Relax, just enjoy yourself. You ve had some tough days, I know. Relax, everything is fine. I kept on talking in that soothing tone while I started cleaning her small breasts. Her nipples got hard and erected again, but she didn't care too much right now. I could only assume how good the gentle treatment had to feel for her and I took my time, used new water and more soap as I continued with her belly and her thighs.

Spread your legs a bit more.

She complied, even though she had that shy look on her face again when I started soaping and washing her vagina. I let the warm sponge run gently between her lips and took my time to clean them. I prolonged it for as long as possible. And while I do it her breath quickens, her clouded eyes just staring at the opposite wall. When I find her small clitoris again I wash it a bit longer than would be necessary, until her lips quiver a bit around the bit and she snorts once, gulping hard and then looking at me with some left over fear, mostly just nervousness.

Is that good?

She doesn't answer me, but snorts again. Her cheeks have turned a deep red and I just lean over to her and kiss her soapy cheek, then continue moving the sponge over her most intimate parts. She presses her cunt a little bit against it, with the faintest pressure imaginable.

You are a good one, I know. You have worked so hard these last days, don't you think?

Whu... wheee...

I smiled and pinched her clit with my fingers, playfully and a bit teasing. She jerked a little, but there was no pain in her eyes. Just some humiliation, which I found to be quite okay. What I enjoyed was how relaxed she behaved by now. I kissed her cheek and left her pussy alone, cleaning her thighs and legs now.

When I had finished cleaning her, Coppers skin had turned a bright pink with the bruises shining a bit redder than the rest of her. I used a towel to dry her, then ordered her to kneel.

I will take the straps from your arms now but just shortly. You'll be a good one and keep still, understood?

Wheee!

She kneeled down, waiting submissively for what would happen next.

This item is called a monoglove. It is more comfortable than the straps, but it still works quite the same way. We'll make sure it doesn't hurt you and when it s in place you'll wear it from now on.

Of course she did not comment on that. But I wanted her to know what I was going to do so that she could build up some more trust in me. I opened the buckles and took the straps away from her thin arms, then also opened the bags. Her hands were as grimy and sweaty as I had expected, her curled fingers at least as stiff as the rest of her arms. But they were still okay, no permanent damage had been done to them. When I had finished to clean them I slipped the armbinder over Coppers hands and worked it upwards until it covered and encased her arms completely, the upmost part ending right beneath her armpits. Compared to the straps she had worn over the last days it had to be an improvement to her: The armbinder had a thick padding on the inside and would put pressure on her hands, wrists, forearms, elbows and upper arms in a very even way, making sure that Copper wouldn't feel any more pain while her arms adjusted to their new permanent position. I hoped that in some time she wouldn't feel much of them anymore and would come to forget about them, as they were packed and secured so uselessly on her back.

Wit these thought in mind I tightened and laced the armbinder. She just wheezed a tiny bit when I made her elbows touch behind her back and connected the binder to her body-harness. Her arms were lashed up again, as tightly as as possible, without any way of movement being far beyond coppers means.

Very good, good girl. Another piece of sugar went into her mouth. Now let me see what Hannah did to your hair.

I took the cap off her head and brushed through her dirty, matted locks. I did not want her to be without the cap for too long she still needed to accept that she would wear something like this permanently so I worked fast: I got the hair trimmer I had brought with me and started shaving her head, cutting her red hair away completely. I used depilatory cream on her scalp to make sure that no new hair would grow for some months, then cleaned her head and put the cap on her again.

She was silent through the whole process, just drooling a bit, breathing quicker again when her hair fell down on her shoulders. There were no tears however just some sort of bleak, hopeless look in her eyes while she stared straight ahead.

Stand.

She did so, blinking a bit.

Would you like to train a bit? Get into the sun?

Wheehee! She stomped her foot. It made me chuckle in a friendly way and I winked at her like an accomplice.

I know, being in the box all time can be very boring. We will just do some light training, so you can waste some energy. Just warm you up a bit, get some diversion into the whole day.

She jerked a little when I took the small vibrator into my hand, but she didn'thave the courage to move away from me.

Wheee! Weheee! Two stomps.

I know you don't like it, but you mostly dont like it because Hannah has been cruel when she used this on you yesterday. This item has been designed to make things nice for you. More enjoyable not to torture you. I will prove it. Trust me Copper, relax.

She looked into my eyes, lips quivering once more, and spread her legs a bit further. I smiled at her and stroked her face, kissed the tip of her nose ... and just after that I carefully inserted the dildo into her cunt.

Hannah didn't use the tickler, and the tickler isn t a bad item at all. It just has to be used on a good setting and it will make you feel good. It is like a special treat and I think you won't find it bad. Wait a second...

When the vib was strapped in place again, I took the tickle-pad and attached it to her clit again, activating it once more. There was a lot of surprise in Coppers grey eyes now when the mechanism started stimulating her, when it warmed up to a point just above her body temperature and started vibrating in the most gentle way. I just had to laugh to chuckle, seeing her with that look in her eyes.

Is it okay that way? I promised you it would not hurt, did I?

Wheee.... She needed to catch her breath, the lower part of her body twitching a bit, her nostrils flaring.

Good girl. I offered her and she took without reluctance another lump of sugar. And off we went.

I trained Copper as promised, mostly just walking her around a bit and giving her the opportunity to enjoy the sun on her skin and the smell of warm grass. She did well now, moving as if she had never had walked and trotted with anything else than the hooves that were on her feet now. The armbinder forced her to keep her arms and back even more straight than the straps had and it looked great on her. I let her trot a bit, gave her only twenty minutes at the prancing pole.

What'she couldn t hide anymore after our light training was the wetness between her legs. It was a natural reaction since her clit had been stimulated continuously from the moment we had left the stables, and the vibrator had been humming softly inside her all the same time. When I wiped some of the wetness away with my hand that made her flinch. She might have been getting used to her nakedness and helplessness, but after all there wasn t any more intimate way to be touched than this. She was distressed again, even if just a little.

Wheee...

Good girl, keep prancing yes That's good, don't stop now, you ve learned it, see? You've gotten so much better so quickly ...

She was happy to hear that, the proud commendation so different from the harsh treatment she had received during the rest of the week. But her mind obviously was somewhere else and I knew the place it had gone to: There was an itch that Copper couldn t scratch herself never would be able to scratch herself anymore and after these days in complete degradation, under my utter control, her inhibitions were as weak as never before in her life. A human girl in a human environment, perceived and treated as a human being by those around her, would shy away from showing her arousal in open public wouldn t even be aroused in first place, because her mind would not go there at all. But here on my grounds and in my hands civilization was far away for the pony that had once been called Laura. Copper had been taught that lesson very severely and had started adapting to it in order to survive and cope with the things I did to her. Thus I could see her now, fighting with herself, just barely managing to remember how normal life felt life as a human who drinks cocoa or goes to the movies or is smiled at by boys in the subway . For sure she didn't want to be aroused, but her body had started reacting. And the more it reacted the harder it became for her to just ignore one of the few good, pleasurable feelings she was allowed to have in her new form.

When I checked her belt and modified the ticklers intensity a little, she cringed and closes her eyes, moaning softly.

Hruuh... wheeeheee....

You deserve something nice, I stated. Or don't you think so? I know how hard everything is for you, getting used to all this.

A pitiful glance. But she didn't contradict in any way. As I kissed her cheek she placed her head against my shoulder, shaking a little bit.

After I had her back in her box, after she was watered and fed. I took the vib out of her so she could pee. But I replaced it as soon as she was done. Again she didn't fight it, didn't try to prevent me from plugging her, but I saw the anxiety in her face. I cleaned her with hay like I always did after the training, then locked her in for the night with a last kiss on the strap running across her forehead.

And it was going to be a long night for her: She lay in the dark, staring with blind eyes upwards to the ceiling, the lower part of her body jerking from time to time. She coped well with that situation for maybe an hour, but after that she couldn t take it anymore, got on her hooves and tried to somehow reach her vagina with the tip of the armbinder. She was not able to achieve that goal of course a tortured sob escaped her mouth when she realized that she would not be allowed to bring herself to an orgasm. She looked around frantically, gets into a crouch to rub against the hay, but I didn't think there was any chance that she could help herself into cumming. She stumbled around in the box, crying a little again, lips quivering as she bit down hard on her bit. She lay back down, tried to sleep once more and couldn t. So she rolled from one side to the other, not managing to ignore the stimulation anymore, but also not managing to get enough out of it to orgasm.

When I opened the door to her box at around two am, she looked at me with tired, tortured eyes and some hope in them as well. She was still scared and she would still turn me over to the police any moment she got the chance, but that was just no realistic possibility. Copper was learning right now how important it could be to make the best of a situation, how dire it may be.

can't sleep?

Whe...eeee... A tortured moan. This was the first time I ever visited her at night and the change in routine obviously confused her. She stayed on the ground, waiting for my command to stand. I gestured at her with the cane to do it and she stood up, hay clinging to her pale, rosy skin here and there.

What's up? Are you in pain? I walked up to her and started stroking her cheek, then her shoulders. She didn't know how to honestly answer my question and in the end decided for no .

Wheee... wheeee.... Two stamps with her right foot,

I smiled and touched her breast, the nipples already firm and erected. No flinch anymore. She pressed against me lightly.

You are in heat a bit. You don't have to be ashamed of that, Copper. My hand stayed on her breasts, stroked them more intense now and I slowly leaned over to kiss her cheek again. Her natural smell of leather, sweat and musk was pleasant and comforting.

Turn around.

She did so, shaking a little bit from humiliation and fear, but when I touched her small, firm ass it had gotten even firmer through training during the last week she moans again and pushes it against me. I checked her bondage as I always did when I saw her again, but at the same time lifted her tail with my other hand, touching her between the legs. I unlaced the front part of the belt. She was hot and wet, her juices already running down the insides of her thighs. When I pulled the vibrator and tickler away she moaned loudly, lowering her head as far as was possible with the collar.

I opened my pants with flying fingers no wonder, since I had had to keep still and timid this whole week. I forced Copper to feel like this, slowly broke her spirit and trained her to accept her helplessness and dehumanization. But for myself it had never been a question that I wanted her. Now I could finally have her and that knowledge made my brain catch fire.

I grabbed her by one of the straps on the back of her hood, pulling her head upwards and back as far as possible. I kissed her left ear, tasted her skin and also brushed against the pointy piece of leather half covering it. Then I started pressing my cock against her from behind.

Ough... ouaaah... She had to feel like a madwoman right now, everything in her head mixed up and confused. That was why she tried to pull away from me for a moment and why I had to grab her with more force, whispering soothingly into her ear at the same time. She calmed down when my penis touched her cunt and started sliding inside her. Her skin was hot as if she was in a fever and her breath was rapid by now. She spread her legs wider, helped me enter her by pushing against me. Her cunt spasmed a little and she moaned again, louder this time, with not much humanity left in her voice. I reached around her, still whispering soothingly into her ear, and touched her vagina, stroked the lips, then pinched the small, glowing button of her clit lightly. There was another jerk, a stronger one this time. She snorted, small flocks of spittle flying away from her gagged mouth.

That's a good one. You are a good one, aren t you, Copper?

When she tried to whinnie in lust and desperation alike, I pushed deeper. It make her scream into her gag once more, the sound coming from deep inside her like the throaty moaning of a wounded animal, a savage mixture of arousal and pain and desire and shiftlessness as old as the world itself.

Whee...ouaagh! Hroouuuumh....!!!

I started moving in her, holding her with an arm around her torso, the hand massaging her breast and nipple, while my other hand kept stroking and teasing her clitoris. Goosebumps were all over her body now, her muscles twitching. She went to her knees slowly, like a beast of burden that had too much to bear, and moaned again. A sob mixed into the sound, but whatever she still felt parallel to her arousal ... it didn't stop her from pressing against me with more determination, which made sure that my cock would not slide out of her again. When she was on her knees, Copper leaned forward, resting her head in the hay, placed on one side.

Hrjaagh! she yelped helplessly.

I could take her with more force now, so I gripped her hips and thrusted faster in and out. Her tail waggled back and forth and she spread her legs wider now, in fact as far as possible. With every thrust I could see her muscles work under her freckled skin, the arms in the monoglove jerking upwards and tearing at the laces. She was sweating again, a strong but pleasant, musky smell emanating from her warm skin. Grunting with every of my moves. I took my time, enjoyed mounting her as much as possible and let her stew a bit in her own juice before I slide a hand around her again, continuing to tease her clit.

The touch nearly made her orgasm instantly, but then something in her drew back and I could feel her trying to collect herself in some manner. It was easy to guess why, so I didn't give her much time to do it. I didn't want her to think. I moved even faster now, stroked and pinched her clit rhythmically. Being caressed that way made her bite down on the bit hard, but she couldn t stop herself from screaming through her clenched teeth, a shrill mixture of pain and pleasure in that scream, And then she shudders, jerks, her muscles spasm more forcefully and she pushed herself against me with all effort as she came.

I held her in the same firm grip as I continued moving, fucking her forcefully, while she rocked and jerked beneath me. It took her minutes until the groans and yelps slowly subsided and she distinctly calmed down, breathing slower now, relaxing more and more. Finally I allowed myself to cum into her, stroking her sweaty back as I did. I sank onto her like a stallion That's done with his mare, smiling like a madman. What I just had done had been the best experience of my whole life.

And there was a weird calm in the box now, hovering in the air like the faint smell of spring after a long winter, when there are still no leaves on the trees but you can already feel that something fundamental is about to change. While I stroked Coppers back and her strapped arms - which she would most likely have forgotten about in some weeks and months - I could sense it. She was calmer now, like a woman that has made a tough decision but is determinded to stick with. She was still confused but also unwound in a way that didn't have its roots just in her orgasm. She snorted again as I kissed her bare ass, accepting the kiss, not shying away from it or reflecting its meaning anymore. She didn't know that this was the spot where I would soon brand her.

For today there had been enough change in her and my life. She hadn t yet accepted what was being done to her, but she had seen and felt that it was starting to become a part of her. That was what I had wanted and that was just how you might as well describe the process of breaking a pony in. As I left her in her box, sweaty and wet, exhausted and defeated, I promised her more soapy water for the next day, more training, more sugar. By that I showed her that I would continue to be a firm but also a fair master. And in her situation that was all she could have hoped for. It was obvious that she had begun to understand and accept that as well.

She would learn more about herself in the months and years to come. Her journey had just begun.

As I got back into the house to showered and afterwards went to sleep. In the darkness, just before I slipped out of consciousness, I started thinking about Hannah and how she had treated my horse. I didn't like it much and I thought there might be a lesson waiting for my niece at some point in the future.