The Horsewhisperer

by Maverick



Finally the summer break was there, no more long boring days at college, so now Jill had all the time to enjoy her free life again. And she started going out again, went horseback riding again, her biggest passion, and had a great time. There just was one other thing she still missed, something exciting, hot and stiff, about 10 inches or so. But that she had not found... yet. There just aren't so many guys who liked horses as much as she did and she wanted to share that passion together with that other desire. Besides, the guys her age were not really her type, she preferred them older and wiser.

Jill relaxed and enjoyed a good glass of wine after a long and wild ride on horseback, at the bar of the ranch, when the ranch owner suddenly said something to her "... want to get another glass at my place? We haven't had time to become acquainted and I want to close for the night!" He was an elderly guy, kind of father-figure. what he had left of his hair was grey, but he sure had some appealing manners. First Jill had a few doubts about the invitation, as she knew he was married, but after another glass of wine - on the house - she accepted.

Only few minutes later Jill sat with another glass of wine, totally at ease on the sofa while he, after a long day at the ranch, finally had time to relax too. He had no trouble what-so-ever to keep the conversation going and he was, at least, very funny.

She noticed the thing at first when she bent over to get her cigarettes from her purse on the floor. Half hidden under the table something gleamed. Distracted she let her cigaret drop and had to bend over further to get it, at least she hadn't lit it yet. Now she got a closer look on the hidden metal thing and, assuming someone had lost it, took it from under the table. A little confused Jill recognised it. It was a pair of cuffs with a solid metal bar connecting them. She, kind of embarrassed for finding out, looked at the ranch-owner. He saw what she held in her hand and reacted with a "Oh, that must be from the party last evening.."

Meanwhile Jill had pulled the whole thing from under the table and she kept watching the device, fascinated. There seemed to be some tense silence, until Jill, curious but at the same time to break the silence, said "Must have been some party!" She noticed the strange tone in her voice, something she hadn't had in years - excitement.

"Oh, we had a party with some guests, male guests,..." He didn't finish his sentence.

"You mean..." Jill responded.

"Well, there was a hooker too, we have tamed her with it!" the reply came.

While still playing with the cold metal, trying to get a closer look but not able to get the cuffs nearer since the were attached to a chain from under the table, Jill answered "So you're not only taming horses..!"

Jill kept playing with the cuffs, let the locks rattle, until he said "Oh, well, she just was so unwilling." And after a short silence continued "Oh, they are horses alright, well ponies to be precise, ponygirls!"

"And.. if I was unwilling too?" Jill asked while she felt an unknown trembling through my body.

"Then.. you would have a fair chance on meeting the same fate!" He sounded soft, matter-of-fact.

Now her whole body seemed to tremble while she asked "And what else..?", while she suddenly tried to get out of her riding-boots, just to gain some time. When she couldn't get the snug fitting boots of, she looked at him with kind of asking expression on her face, wanting him to help her.

He just whispered "no..." and pointed down.

Jill lowered herself to the floor. Before she even knew, she was on her knees with the steel bar under her. In sort of trance she brought her ankles over the cuffs and closed them around her, over her boots near the spurs she still wore.

Now the ranch-owner responded on her previous question "No, I don't think it would matter...anyhow!"

'He is going to tame me!' She realised while she rested her elbows on the table. Then he was behind her and she felt how something was put around her neck, a high collar forcing her chin up, with something dangling in front of her. On two short metal bars attached to the collar she recognised what seemed to be horse hooves with wide metal locking-cuffs.

"Put your hands in those hooves, and then we are on our way!"

It felt strange when she slid her fingers into the hooves, one for each of hand. 'No more polishing my nails' she thought when the cuffs locked her hands in place. Jill's hands were now held about 12 inches from her body and there was no way to move them away.

"Open up!" the ranch-owner commanded while he pressed a bit between her lips. And the young woman eagerly opened her mouth. "Well, it seems we have a willing pony here, so there will be more training then taming!" he said while he put her on her feet.

Jill imagined how she must have looked, in full riding-attire but with a headpiece and hooves on her front legs. Suddenly she felt how he gripped her left boot to lift it. Then he put her boot toe into a hoof matching the ones she already had. Her other foot followed the same procedure. "You're a nice Prancing Pony, dear!" It felt like very high heels. Jill had difficulties keeping her balance with her legs and arms restrained.

He must have noticed her problem since he bent down to her feet and unlocked the first cuffs Jill had ever worn, only to re-attach them just above her knees. She had a little more freedom to keep her balance now. Then she felt how he fumbled on the chain attached to the spreader bar, released it and took a new metal bar, longer this time, which he attached to it and then to her collar. Jill had to stand a little bent over.

"Almost ready, little pony!" he said. He was interrupted by the door suddenly opening.

A woman in riding-attire and with a whip in her hand entered the room. "So, if you're done and ready, I will take her to her new accommodation!"

Few moments later Jill stumbled unsteadily behind the woman who tugged her reins. The ranch owner followed, while they walked toward the stables and entered one of the empty horse-boxes. Jill's reins were attached to the side and they helped her to sit down in the fresh straw. That's how they left her for the night, confused, aroused, but sexually denied.

It took hours before the restrained woman fell asleep and she must have dreamed since she awoke with a sexy feeling but then reality struck. Jill started struggling in her bonds, pulling her reins and must have made quit a bit of noise since the barn door suddenly opened. It was the riding lady, with a long bullwhip in her hand. "Quiet Pony!"


But Jill kept tugging on her restraints, wrestling to get loose. The woman suddenly pulled Jill on her feet and then pain struck like lightning. The woman had hit Jill with her bullwhip! Although it was on her riding-trousers, it still hurt like hell. But there was more to come.

After a serious amount of blows the woman attached a few pieces of rope around Jill's wrists and removed all the equipment the ranch owner had installed on her the night before. "Don't want to ruin your outfit." she said in a matter-of-fact tone. And with a sharp crack of torn cloth she ripped Jill's blouse from her body. Her Bra followed and Jill realised the few blows she already had were just the prelude of what was in store for her. The riding lady kept on whipping her on her bare back until she screamed.

Suddenly she paused, but Jill knew it wasn't over soon as she started to lower her riding trousers. Jill hadn't any idea how often she had been hit but finally, when her mouth was dry from screaming and her body ached all over, it was over. "Had enough, pony?"

There was nothing else for her to do then to answer in a demure tone "Yes Mistress!"

"So you are going to obey your owners now, pony?"

"Yes Mistress!" Jill surrendered.

The riding lady untied her, watching Jill very closely, alert for the first sign of disobedience, her whip ready and waiting. But Jill was resigned to just let things happen, not wanting to feel the whip again. When the ranch owner walked in, he re-installed the pony-outfit and Jill just let it happen too. "So, this was your first lesson. I thought you were willing."

"Yes Master!"

"Then you should have avoided this, well too late for that now!" Suddenly Jill felt how he parted her cunt-lips and started to stroke her until she became hot again and hoped he would fuck her wild. But nothing happened, he just made her forget her previous treatment and she almost came on his stroking, playing fingers. But as soon she was so near, he stopped. "Ponies shouldn't come unless as a special reward!" he explained.

"So, now for your further trainingy. Listen carefull, pony!" And he started to give Jill a lecture, telling her what would be in store for her. "First of all - from now on you are just a owned pony. We own you, until the moment you will be sold to one of the customers. Understand, you are nothing else than another animal, just like the other horses here at the ranch. And horses or ponies don't speak, never! DO YOU UNDERSTAND, PONY!?"

Jill nodded affirmatively.

Inside her mind, thoughts raced, 'she wanted this'-'this can't be happening to me'-'I'm going to be a horse'-'they will whip me, hurt me!' She was hot, aroused and wanted to be fucked but she just had been told she wouldn't! What the hell was going to happen to her?

Jill just waited while the ranch owner went to do something else. But what? Jill didn't know. She just had a sore body and a dry mouth. When the ranch owner returned he had a bowl of water and gave her something to drink. But that was not all he had brought. He led Jill over to some kind of seat, with a big dildo on top of it. "OK, just sit and wait!"

Obediently Jill sat over the seat and let the ranch owner direct her over the dildo, part her cunt-lips and pull her down slowly by the hips. Jill felt how her waiting cunt was intruded, stretched. It was more then she had hoped for but she had no choice. 'Ohhhh, it's TOO BIG!' but she had no choice since the ranch-owner pushed her down on it with force.

And then suddenly, it got to her, she tried to get it in - all the way! Jill started thrusting, driving the enormous thing deeper and deeper in, all her weight on that enormous intruder until it hurt. But it had to go in!

Finally, though her body felt like it was ripped apart, she suddenly felt she could actually sit on the stool and she tried to relax her body. 'God, she felt stretched!' - 'This was good!' and she slowly started to ride the enormous dildo'

"Oh no! You're NOT going to fuck yourself!" and Jill felt how something hit her back. The whip! A different whip then her previous whip, more a riding crop. And again, but Jill kept on humping on her intruder 'Oh, she wanted THIS!' And the crop continued hitting her. Pleasure! And pain! And pleasure and pain! Pain and pleasure! Jill kept on riding on the dildo.

"Whip me PLEASE, whip me, let me come, whip me!" Jill felt how the pleasure and pain mixed up, wanted them both, THIS was what she wanted.

"OK, I'll whip you to let you come!" the ranch owner replied "For this one time, you will have it your way pony!" He ignored the fact she was speaking, in fact quite happy with her response. 'All ponies should be like her!' he thought.

By the time Jill came, her buttocks were red and bruised but it had been worthwhile. She came like a volcano, came again and kept on coming while her sore and bruised buttocks were still being whipped.

Then it suddenly was over. Exhausted, Jill sat on the stool, the enormous dildo inside her, her buttocks sore and bruised, but she knew he had given her a special reward she hadn't even deserved yet. 'I will do anything to deserve this!' she thought.

The remaining morning-hours were used to teach Jill the basic pony-things. During the theory she sat on her stool, the dildo buried deep inside her, and every hour or so she was given the opportunity to demonstrate what she had learned. And then, if she had done well, she was seated back. If she had missed something, the ranch owner, HER owner, used the whip on her and suddenly Jill realised she was doing things differently just to get the whip. Somehow she just wanted it!

Then it was over. Her owner just stopped and, after strapping Jill to the stool, left her alone. He left without explanation, she had no idea it just was time for lunch and this would be standard procedure. A few minutes later the riding lady entered her stall, inspected her whip marks and then installed a upside-down bottle above her on the ceiling. Jill got a thin tube shoved into her mouth which allowed her to drink from whatever was in the bottle. She tasted some kind of porridge, not particularly tasteful, but not awful either. So she sipped on the tube until the bottle was empty.

After what seemed hours, the riding woman returned and freed her from her stool. The whole afternoon Jill trained in everything that had been explained and instructed that morning. Every now and then she felt the long lunging-whip on her buttocks but it didn't hurt as much as what she had experienced that morning. It just told her to improve on what she was doing. And suddenly it was over!

Jill was brought back to her stable and directed over her stool. This time she wasn't fastened as tight as before, but tight enough not to get away. And a new bottle with porridge was readied for her. After her owner had left she suddenly heard a sound in front of her. A TV screen had appeared from behind a removable part of the wall. That evening she watched her own exercise from the same day over and over, until the TV screen went dark. Few minutes later her owner, as she now thought of him, came in and released her from her stool. The dildo went out with a 'blurp'. He took her to their own living room. There he released her wrists and removed her headpiece.

"So, THIS is what it is like when you are a ponygirl! You'll get whipped, restrained and trained. Is it what you thought it would be?" She was offered a cigaret and a glass of wine, and accepted.

Jill realised she now was being given the opportunity to choose, for the last time! There would be no second chance. She sipped on her wine and took a deep drag of her cigaret. "Yes, this is what I want, please do it!"

"At ease, pony. You will have your wish. But first relax. Just enjoy your wine and your smoke, they will be your last!"

"Yes Master!

"Please remember I have given you the choice. As soon as you are back in your stable, you have ran out of choices. Then, you will be a human pony for the rest of your life."

"Yes Master, I will be that pony!"

"Even if I have you trained and tamed by my wife, or someone else?" Jill knew he was talking about the riding lady.

"Yes, I'm a owned pony and whatever owner uses me, it's OK!"

"Please keep in mind that this is your last chance! Ever!"

"Yes Master! But would you please be so kind and bring me back to my stable! Please let me be a pony and don't ask or give me the choice again. I might refuse!"