The
Involuntary Master & Ponygirls
by R.W.
Lewis
- do not use without the author's permission.
- as edited by Sir Jeff.
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“If you can imagine it,
you can achieve it: if you can dream it, you can become it.” -quote
by William Arthur Ward
Part Five “Reclaimed”
Sub story Acceptance
Ponygirl Coffee
shield persona who had been merged with the
original human memories, the original
human emotions of Perlita, Coffee knew who
Perlita was, now believed and hoped that her Master
Robert the Fox would come soon. A Master which she found comfort in
the Love which was now a part of her Ponygirl persona, hopping that
Master Robert her Prince of Foxes would allow
Ponygirl Jenny to remain by my side.
Ponygirl Jenny whose humanity
had been destroyed, only now had the hope that she would not be separated
from Ponygirl Coffee, for being able to Love Ponygirl Coffee was the
only thing that made sense to Jenny about being a Ponygirl. She had
a growing concern that they would be sold separately and worried if
Robert came for Coffee, would he allow them to stay together?
It was only after the
Thursday nightly feeding and watering, when they were returned to the
stall there they laid down on the fresh straw facing each other that
Pony Jenny finally had the courage to
whisper. Pony Coffee are you a Ponygirl
just like me now?
Pony
Coffee whispered back; yes Pony Jenny we are both
Ponygirls, now reprogrammed livestock
created to serve a Master. (Jenny then asked) Who is
or will be our Master?
(Coffee in reply) I hope we
will have the same Master; the one my Perlita merged memories and emotions
hope will soon come for us. Jenny for I have overheard the that we will
soon be auctioned, sold and moved elsewhere.
(Jenny in shock)
We-We are to be sold? And do you mean your husband
Robert? Will he accept you as a Ponygirl?
(Coffee replies) I have
Perlita’s memory of his vow “for better or for worst,”
yes Jenny, the man who is no longer my husband, but
Master Robert my Prince of Foxes will come and reclaim
me as his ponygirl.
(Jenny with tears)
Pony Coffee as I am now no longer human, my sole solace as a ponygirl
is my love for you, I cannot live without you, yes please I will accept
Master Robert as my ponygirl Master
also just to stay by your side.
(Coffee smiles)
Yes, by the Love for Master Robert which is
now part of this new persona of mine,
Pony Jenny before Perlita’s persona merged with
mine, her last request was “please
love Pony Jenny.” I will do so and ask my one and only true Master
to keep us together.
Both Ponygirls then snuggled
close together and went to sleep facing one another.
Robert that
same Thursday spent the day reviewing, putting into his memory the Google
earth maps of the Olivine siding area, paying attention to the 425 acre,
935 hectare Ponygirl Factory Training Farm site.
The main complex was located on the 10% flat developable area, in a
small valley between two sloping arms of a
rolling coastal range hill. This valley was concealed
from the coast by a low rise halfway up the
5 kilometer dirt entry road from the Olivine siding track. Thinking
a concealed remote site, protected by the local sheriff, no wonder
the FBI could not find it. The only mistake this Ponygirl Production
Farm may have made is they (kidnapped)
rustled the wrong ponygirl, from the wrong Master. The cosplay persona
of Robert Lewis, his Prince of Foxes
side during these last three weeks of crisis is not just
a play acting role he has assumed, for Robert as with Pony Coffee this
role has started to be fully integrated into who he now is and shortly
will become.
The computer maps while not
showing people, livestock or activity which per privacy laws had been
airbrushed, erased, did show the Main House Administration-Residence,
Main Stable, an indoor training center, a clinic,
a smithy, various storage buildings, three paddocks and a small building
at the east end of the farm which Robert did not know it’s function.(This
was the third stage reprogramming center)
Later in the afternoon Robert
laid out his kit for the rescue/ponygirl recovery
mission on Friday. To wear for that day, he selected his prized circa
1890 Victorian Gentlemen’s suit,
which was a dark black Highland Flock Coat, over a Edwardian
white shirt, sliver white vest with a white silk cravat,
dark black highland worsted pants,
Victorian black men’s high heeled,
squared toe, ankle boots and a black velvet cape. There was also a Blue
Gemstone handled walking stick.
This choice of fashion was
very practical, hundred percent cotton it is cool wearing, the
cape would help conceal, that under the Flock Coat he would
have a shoulder holster with the M1911A1 service pistol, with
three 7 round reload clips on a belt at his back, plus the one in the
pistol gave him 28 rounds to expend. Robert would also have a
collapsible ASP baton, two standard Military issue combat knives and
the walking stick was an illegal in California
concealed dual edge short sword.
Plus he was surprised to learn that historically when the Human Pony Culture was first introduced to the western world via the 18th century rise of the British Empire,
that the Nobility and Landed
Gentry openly displayed their Ponies practices, their herds and this
was the proper dress fashion code of a Ponygirl Master.
Robert also packed a package
of large tie wraps and two ball gags along with other small miscellaneous
items; he hoped to avoid killing any female
Pony farm staff employee. What justice
he has planned for them was dependent on what had been done to
the pair of Coffee, Jenny and if he could induce the Pony Farm Vet to
cooperate.
As it got close to 4 pm in
the afternoon, he self sedated for a solid 12 hour rest, to be able
to catch the next morning 6:30 a.m.
Train south bound, to detrain at Olivine siding about 90 minutes later.
Friday at 6:30 a.m. the south
bound train pulled into the station in a rare display of being on time,
a Business Class Conductor stepped off the train and told Robert you
may board and good luck on saving Jenny Carson. Robert replied, I am
waiting my TSA special escort per Amtrak policy. TSA Marshall Carl joined
them and commented “BOY” Mr. Wilson you are dressed to kill.
(Robert) Officially no comment,
but I do not get to wear this hi fashion
suit enough; maybe after today guess will have to buy 1 or 2 more for
wearing on a regular basis for if successful
I have learned this is considered appropriate
historic fashion for a Ponygirl Master to
publically display their status, shall we board?
Marshall Carl said yes, sorry
every Amtrak crew member on this route
knows about what you are doing today, even dispatch is in on it and
will ensure that you are detrained at Olivine siding track.
Jenny Carson was well liked by everyone who knew
her; they are sick, mad about how the top
Amtrak and TSA bureaucracy has appeared to abandon
Miss Carson. They then boarded the south bound train, which then pulled
out of the station.
On the Pony Farm, Coffee and
Jenny for the morning routine had the personal attention of the Cowboy
Farm Boss, who always handled the first
work assignment morning routine of
his newly conditioned and mentally
programmed Ponygirls.
After the
toilet, cleaning-grooming, morning feeding and watering he led them
outside the stable into the center area across
to the Main House, there he handed them over to Trainer George, who
was being assisted by groom Miguel who
was one of the three on the train when
Coffee was taken those weeks ago.
George thinking once the Boss
is out of sight, out of ear shot, time to verbally torment these Ponygirl
bitches, while I can before their sale and being shipped out.
As Coffee and Jenny were harnessed
to the old style buckboard wagon, Trainer
George spoke to them. Well Ponygirl bitches how does it feel to be shit
on? It does not feel very good at all does it, George asks? (George
continues) This is just the start for all those years you female bitches
shit on me. Let me clue you in now that you are permanently livestock,
awaiting sale to a Master. Let me tell you that:
First rarely are draft animals sold
as a pair together, so you two likely
have only two more weeks to suck each other’s pussy. Make the most
of it, for once sold you will never see the other again.
Second, that line about how
you were born and always Ponygirls, BAH! What a lie, we can force animalize
any girl here on this farm. If making you into a dog paid
more, you would be dogs now. HA-HA! Ponygirls
sell that’s the only reason we turned you into livestock, instead
of pets. Shit, once we changed you physically and who would not choose
pleasure over pain when we forced you to do oral
69 Sex.
Last, everyone loses their
humanity when subjected long enough to
shock treatment; direct optic nerve stimulation and hearing a voice
repeatedly tell you what you are. You Ponygirl bitches only have
one option now; just learn to enjoy
the pony life, such as it is for you are going to
do a lot of hard pulling of wagons from now on. For Masters who will
only treat you as property, as just livestock, hell you will not
even be given the affection a dog or cat receives from a pet owner.
Pony Jenny hearing this
confirmation of her worst fears of a
stark future without Pony Coffee, without
affection or love lowered her head started to silently cry. Trainer
George when he saw Jenny’s tears he slapped her across the face
twice open handed, ordering Pony Jenny roughly
none of that, livestock, ponies do not cry. Then noticing Pony Coffee
glaring at him, for hitting her now
ponygirl companion, Trainer George slapped
Pony Coffee across the face twice also,
telling Coffee do not ever look at a human that way again, you’re
livestock and livestock never looks cross at a human, or you will be
punished.
Then both George and the groom
assigned to supply duty climbed on
to the buckboard bench, with Trainer George proving to be no
teamster by his rough handling of reins and liberal use of the whip
which raised painful thin red marks across
Pony Coffee’s and Pony Jenny’s
backs and butts he ordered them forward
down the Ponygirl Factory Farm entry road to the
railroad siding.
It was just before 8 a.m.
that the buckboard pulled by Coffee and Jenny arrived at the siding,
where Trainer George drove them to the semi-concealed spot were the
livestock trailer would be parked days ponygirls would be
picked up for the Farm. This first time as a pair of draft ponygirls
was a painful, exhausting trip at the hands of trainer George,
who clearly was no teamster, the Ponies did not want to think about
the trip back with a loaded wagon.
Instead of the livestock trailer that transported
them and so many others earlier to the Farm,
instead there was a stacked pile of boxes, supplies for the Pony Farm.
As Trainer George roughly whipping,
reined them to a halt, they heard the southbound
Surfliner train approach, Groom Miguel saying forget it
ponies there is no freight today so
that train will not stop, for anyone to see
and come to help you.
Pony
Coffee, Pony Jenny inside their minds are praying will someone please
spot us, please see us, please come help
even if we are now ponygirls, anything is likely better than the future
these bastards have planned for us.
As the two
farm hands started to load the boxes on the
buckboard, they did not notice that the train was slowing on the main
track, as they were concealed from the train, they could not see when
the southbound train slowed to crawl, that a black
figure with a flowing cape jumped off the
lead business car of the train and directly headed for where they are
loading.
Only after the
train started to pick up speed, the
Train’s Engineer to show his support gave Robert two blasts of the
Train’s horn. Pony Coffee and Pony
Jenny realizing that they needed to be seen
for any chance at rescue, started to pull the wagon around so they could
get into the clear and be seen. The Trainer and
Groom were not about to allow that to happen. While the groom Miguel
grabs the reins to hold them, trainer George again begins to whip the
Ponies, he gets four good cracks, two on each pony when interrupted.
As Trainer George
with his arm reaching back to snap the whip
a fifth time, when he feels the whip go tight and finds he is being
pulled backward, the whip being pulled away from him,
falling on his back. A male voice loudly orders
“STOP BEATING THOSE PONIES!”
Trainer George rolls onto
his stomach and is about to get back up, when he feels the taste of
the whip on his back, cutting through his clothes, with the pain a wet
feeling to his back and the voice tells him
“YOU WILL LIVE LONGER STAYING DOWN!”
They
all also hear the same voice ordering
Groom Miguel; “DROP THOSE PONY
REINS AND GET ON THE GROUND NEXT TO
THE TRAINER!”
The voice is almost directly
behind Pony Coffee and Pony Jenny and because of the blinders and harnesses
they cannot turn their heads or bodies enough to see who the voice is,
but Pony Coffee from Perlita’s memories, recognizes that voice
and wants to believe it’s him.
Trainer
George demands who are you? The voice replies;
“I could say I am from PETA but that would not be really true.”
They hear the whip crack more
times, the Groom Miguel screams, as the reins go slack.
Pony Coffee and Pony Jenny next hear Trainer George cussing the voice
out, as Groom Miguel screams again, there are more cracks of the whip
and then the voice orders “you bastards be
silent now, you will speak when spoken too.”
They hear the footsteps coming
round them and into the view of Pony Coffee and Pony Jenny
steps Robert Wilson the Prince of Foxes, Coffee’s merged memories
recalls Master Robert’s prized fashion, to Jenny, Robert Wilson is
the described by the Cowboy Boss embodiment of a Noble Ponygirl Master.
Robert plants the walking stick in the ground
and gently touches Pony Coffee’s
cheeks with his right hand and Pony
Jenny’s with his left. Both of them
return his touch by turning their faces to kiss
and suck his fingers even with the bar bit in their mouths. Robert is
saying how sorry he could not come sooner, he tried to get the law enforcement
to help but because of circumstances they refused.
Sorry that I could not save you both
from becoming ponygirls. We will speak about all the details later but
first there are pressing details I have to take care of
right here. Robert leads them by their bits
to turn the buckboard around so it is now facing the way they came in
and they can now see that the trainer and groom are
face down on the ground arms bound behind the backs with tie wraps.
The Trainer again starts to
cuss out Robert, yelling that you will not get away with stealing their
livestock! Robert’s response was to whack George across the shoulders
twice with the ASP Baton which silenced George. Where upon Robert stared
his interrogation.
Robert’s
Question
You are as
your Collar says a Ponygirl Trainer?
Did you Train these Ponygirls?
Some, but mostly the Coffee complexioned
one.
Who took this Pony Coffee off the train?
George said he did,
only after being ASP whacked again.
Groom where you there also?
So, about 15 permanent employees at the Farm?
Yep, but it’s not them who will deal with
you.
Good your cooperation just
added this time to your lives; Robert then led
the harnessed pair by their bits forward so they could no longer view
the groom and trainer on the ground. He then in a soft tone
to them alone asked, please my girls
close your eyes and ears for the next few minutes,
lowering their heads which they did.
Robert
Wilson as he approached the bastards
on the ground explaining, you are kidnapers, you mutilate, you assault
and to use your terms are both rustlers. Pony Coffee if you did not
know, her human name was Perlita Wilson; my name is Robert Wilson
her legal husband, so under the old
code of the West. I, the Master of that stolen
ponygirl livestock, caught you red handed in possession of her, find
you guilty and may god have mercy on your souls. He drew out
one of the military combat knife’s
reached down and quickly cut their throats,
where their voice boxes where, being careful not
to cut the arteries in the neck, only the wind pipe, that way the amount
of blood was minimal and easily avoided having any of it get
on or touch him. The reason he killed them in this manner
for it silenced them and was quick. Robert then cut off and policed
the binding tie wraps, cleaning the knife by
wiping it on the pair of now dead bodies’
clothes.
Robert
now more to calm himself, to steel himself what he
is required to do next and distract
the Ponygirl who was his wife and the Ponygirl who did not deserve this
fate, even for almost causing his own
death. Decided to perform a Self Written
Ceremony based on the Pony Girl Culture research he has done. As he
stepped back in front of Pony Coffee and
Pony Jenny, Robert softly said its ok
my girl’s to open your eyes and ears
again please.
First,
he asks has the meaning of the rings you now
wear in your nose, nipples and clitoris
been explained to you yet. Both Ponies shook their heads
“NO” for the meaning of their added rings has yet to be explained.
(Robert) Ok,
we are going to do a rare Master, Ponygirl
Mutual Pledge Ceremony, which will explain the rings, where you as ponygirls
are being allowed a rare choice and
best we do this now. As he cupped his left hand under
Pony Jenny’s nose & ring, his right under
Pony Coffee’s nose & ring. I ask you both
press your nose ring into my palm, please. They do as Robert asks,
both Ponies wondering what is this Master, Ponygirl
Mutual Pledge Ceremony he’s having us
do?
Robert, takes hold of the
nose rings and gently tugs them while
saying, “as you placed your nose ring in my hand, you acknowledge
your Master’s will is yours. Where I lead, you will follow. It is
done” With a light tug he releases their nose rings.
He then turns to
Pony Coffee, telling Pony Jenny since you are the
junior Ponygirl, you are next, this time he cups his hands
on her breasts under both Coffee’s nipples & rings. I ask you
Pony Coffee to press your nipple rings into my hands, which she does.
Robert again takes hold of the rings and gently tugs them saying,
“as you have placed your nipple rings in my hands, you acknowledge
your body is now your Master’s, that you will use
your body to serve your Master. It is done”
With a light tug on the nipple rings he releases them.
Robert and
Pony Jenny repeat the nipple ring ceremony just done with
Pony Coffee. Now the Ponies Coffee and Jenny realize,
joyfully they are personally mutually
pledging themselves to Robert, who
has accepted being their ponygirl Master and they will now remain together
and not be forced apart.
Robert next reaches down to
their Clitoris rings, this time directly taking hold of them with a
finger through the ring touching their Clitoris, softly tugging both
Ponygirl Coffee’s and Ponygirl Jenny’s clitoris rings while
gently rubbing their Clitoris without
first asking as he did before with the other rings.
What
Master Robert says next explains why;
“As you have already acknowledged my will is your will, as you
have given me your bodies already to
serve your Master, now I affirm your sex is mine,
as you have allowed your bodies to be your Master’s, please also
allow your Master a place in your heart. So, by the rings in your nose,
you will follow your Master, by the rings in your nipples your bodies
will serve me, your Master and by the rings in your clitoris please
allow Master into your heart. So it is done, now and forever.”
Robert, now their
accepted mutually pledged ponygirl
Master takes his hands away from their now damp labia lips.
Ponies
Coffee and Jenny for the moment have forgotten the circumstances they
are in, because of his gentle touch has lightly aroused them, their
damp labia lips proves out this fact.
All Ponygirl Coffee and Ponygirl Jenny are
thinking about is Robert the Princes of Foxes has
not only accepted being their ponygirl
Master, but considerately “asked” they now realized what he could
have demanded. To Pony Jenny, Robert Wilson has again confirmed he is
the embodiment of a Noble Master. To Ponies
Coffee, Jenny his acceptance means they
all will remain together.
Their
now acknowledged Ponygirl Master next brings them back to reality,
telling them ok, our Ponygirl-Master ceremony is
out of the way, whatever happens next I am now your Master and both
of you are my Ponygirls. If we live through this day, we three will
be together now and forever. Do you both now understand about the
true meaning of your rings? To which the ponies nodded their heads yes.
(Robert)
So, time to rescue the others from that pony
farm hell over that low rise, and I ask
both my Ponygirls to take me there. Their Master climbs aboard the buckboard
and takes hold of their reins. The first thing they
Pony Coffee, Pony Jenny notice that unlike the tight rough
rein handling they were subjected to by Trainer George, Master Robert
has a loose soft touch with the reins. As he urges them forward with
firm tone filled affection and when he
uses the whip, it does not touch them
he uses the sound of the crack to encourage them,
to pull together has a wagon team.
As the wagon drawn by
Ponies Coffee and Jenny, for the first time they perform
their draft Ponygirl task with spirit,
automatically high stepping the wagon along at their 2.5 mph
natural trot gate. Pony Coffee and
Pony Jenny with loose reins are now able to look around more, but mostly
take a peek at each other to see the
corner of smiles behind the bits in their mouths.
While
Master Robert drives them, he started to question them with yes-no questions
he explains to fill him in some of their basic details, with
a sometimes personal comment afterward. Telling them
he has noticed that even being unable to talk while wearing bar bits,
my “Girls” you have not made a sound.
Robert’s
Questions
Have you had
any surgery, been operated on?
That surgery
cut your vocal cords, muting you?
Robert exclaims
Damn! Those Bastards, Damn! Those Bastards.
Can you still
whisper? That does not require vocal cords.
Robert says, well with technology your whispers can be amplified, and we are all going to learn sign, finger language together.
At this comment
the Girls shook their heads in joy, Master Robert has already found
a way, we may be able to talk openly
again.
Has any other
procedure been done? Such as cutting bladder, bowel control nerves?
No-No
(Robert) Great, my Ponygirls, no I mean my “Girls” there will be times you with me will need to pass as just women,
having control
of your toilet habits will enable us to be out in
public.
Did they use
any drugs on you?
Would you like
to have real pony tails, without the butt plug?
(Robert) I
never saw a pony or horse with a tail out the ass; the proper location
is from above the butt cheeks. In your case the small of the back right
above the butt crack. We can eliminate the butt plugs, my opinion the
plug is more about control and not about being Ponygirls. This tail
option is used by those who are true voluntary ponygirls, along this
the next option he suggests.
Will
you think about having real pony tails and
cute pony like pointed ears?
The Pony Girls shake their heads,
Yes!!!!!!!!
Robert is pleased,
but still a little surprised at the enthusiasm in the positive movement
of their heads in answer to those questions.
(Robert) Last question, there is no way to ask this next one without embarrassment, My “Girls” have you had Ponygirl Sex and are you now a bonded pair?
Simply do you
Love each other?
After a pause,
which both Pony Coffee and Pony Jenny looked at each other, Robert saw
their red embarrassed faces; they both finally nodded
“YES”
To the amazement
of Pony Coffee and Pony Jenny their Master responded
stating simply “Yes, my girls you will be my harem herd.”
Robert
then turns surprisingly teamster to
direct his ponygirl team’s attention to the task at hand, saying
Ok my Girls let’s use the down slope
here to our advantage let’s pick up the pace so we have momentum on
the up slope to burn off. As he lightly snaps their reins and cracks
the whip without touching them, Pony
Coffee and Pony Jenny as the wagon starts to head down the slope pick
up their trotting pace, at the bottom of the down slope before they
start up the sole rise on this road
to the Ponygirl Factory Farm they are
almost at a canter being now close to
4 mph.
The wagon’s momentum
on the upslope slowly burns off and they are 2/3 up the slope before
the girls have to really apply themselves
in harness to pulling the loaded wagon up the last third to the crest
of the low rise. Teamster Robert with verbal commands allows them to
slow as they have to increase their effort to
pull the loaded wagon up the slope. As they are slowed to a walk at
the crest, Teamster Robert firmly pulls back the reins, calls for his
“Girls” to halt. He sets the brake and steps down from the buckboard,
with bottled water from the supplies.
While watering them, he again praises
his “Girls” for their excellent
effort.
Pony Coffee and Pony Jenny
just look and smile, remembering the how
painful, much harder, being painfully whipped on the trip
even with an empty wagon this morning was. What a difference there was
from that monster Trainer and now having a Master a real teamster who
does care, who really knows how to handle a
ponygirl draft team.
Pony
Coffee realizes that there is no human
memory from Perlita about Robert being a teamster, shunned we just made
a completely new memory. A memory which is totally ours,
thinking I must tell Pony Jenny.
Master
Robert as the Fox is also using the
halt to observe what is ahead, from
one of his flock coat pockets, takes out a set of
folding pocket binoculars and slowly surveys the
Ponygirl Complex below. At one of the
southwestern side storage buildings he see’s movement counting three
figures. His girls see him pause in thought and then turning to
face them, with a wide smile telling his
“Girls” we are going in the front door, let’s give them a
real show.
End Part Five Reclaimed
Sub story Acceptance