Petra was left exhausted by the struggle, but gradually she became more alert. This was not certainly an ordinary kidnapping, being affixed in a horse trailer!

She started to shake her bonds - maybe if the bonds would become loose, she could escape the next time the truck stopped.

Her captor became aware of the shaking of the trailer and decided to stop at a remote place. Calmly he opened the trailer door, and then watched Petra continue her vain efforts to free herself. He always enjoyed breaking in a mare that was a fighter.

Nevertheless, he used his hunting knife to slit off her shirt and bra, strip down her skirt, pull down her pantyhose, and cut away her panties.

But he pulled back up the pantyhose. The pantyhose not only covered her against the cool air, it also highlighted her marvellous, long legs, which were what finally had determined her destiny.

Then, to show her who was the master, he took the cattle prod, waved it in front of her eyes, and then used it between her legs.

In a moment she was docile, shaking uncontrollably.

"Good girl" he said soothingly, to calm her. "If you are cooperative, I will treat you as the best mare I have in my stables. If not, there is always the possibility I will send you to the slaughterhouse."

"He is a madman!" she thought.

He did brief review of the contents of the Gucci bag that she had worn around her shoulder. A bus-ticket, a bill, some coins, a photo of her son, apparently. Considering her age, likely she could probably be bred only once more, but that son of hers interested him, he could certainly be useful as a stallion. He took off her gag.

"My husband is currently away, but my son will inform the police as soon he is back from the sport center." she blurted.

"How stupid she was! How naive." he thought.

He closed the door of the trailer on her, and resumed the drive to the stables. He stopped in front of the heavy door, left the truck, and tugged at the rope which was hanging down in front of the gate. The rope lead directly to the nose of an old mare, who, reacting to the pain, started to pull the wheel which lifted the gate. That was lucky. He had sent similar old mares to the slaughterhouse, to obtain some cat food and some beautiful leather. He drove in, then unloaded Petra, leading her via a chain around her neck into an unused stall box.

He affixed her arms behind the back, leashed her to the wall and left her with a bucket of slightly salted water. Soon enough, he knew, she would become thirsty, and would have to drink using only her mouth, lapping from the water.

Meanwhile, he turned, heading back to town to acquire that young stallion.