They stared at Christine matter-of-factly, their faces unsympathetic. And she was staring back, angry and undignified on the outside, at Frank and his new love, her successor, the woman that had taken her place. Though Christine knew that it had been her own fault, her own choice, she in a way envied that woman, for having the only man she had ever loved. And now that same man only meant the money she needed to continue her way of living. The law didn't care for who was to blame, who broke the bands of marriage, as a woman she was entitled to half of their possessions, and a suitable settlement for her expenses, no matter what.

Suddenly Christine broke through the silence, demanding: "Well, I am here, on your request - and now I want to know why! There is no reason that I would know of why we should have this discussion anyway."

"We are just tired of your demands, Christine!" the simply put answer by Frank came back.

"We have just had enough to pay us silly for you!" the new lover amplified, "Dear, you have reached the end of the line, this is the last bus stop. No more payments from us!"

Christine stared at the two of them. She was all too well aware that they were her only source of income, but wasn't that within her good right? But.. whát if they just no longer paid? Had she demanded too much? She knew that she was having a good life thanks to the money, but Frank and that new bitch were more then a bit short of cash due to that. Well, that wasn't her problem, was it? Then he shouldn't have traded her in for a new woman. Or was she just killing the goose with the golden eggs? No, she wouldn't give in, she decided.

Forcefully she exclaimed: "I want what I'm entitled too!"

The two just stared back, silently, and Christine started to shift in her chair uneasily. There was something terribly wrong! This wasn't the usual conversation that started with sighing and whining, only to end with her getting her cheque. She just smelled it was on purpose, from those two silent faces. She rose out of her chair as if to leave.

"Sit down!" Frank ordered, with his all too familiar command tone. She obeyed. "You didn't think we had you come herjust for nothing, did you? This will be your last visit to this house. And after today you will no longer make any demands! Or even have the possibility to want anything anymore!" These last words sounded threatening.

Again silence, a silence too thick to penetrate. Christine stared from the one blank face to the other, thoughts racing through her mind 'What were they up to?' .. 'Were they going to kill her?' .. 'No, they wouldn't, but then what?'.. "You are crazy, both of you!"

The woman nodded her head. "No, we are not! We have found the perfect solution.. for you!"

"But.. You can't kill me! You wouldn't dare!" Her voice no longer sounded that certain.

"Oh no, something much better! .. You love horses don't you?" The woman replied.

And Frank amplified "We have made some acquaintances on the internet. Met someone, a horse trader.."

"Well, good for you, but what I have to do with that?"

"Oh, very much, Frank meant a pony trader!"

"So what? What.."

"You still don't get it, do you?" Frank interrupted. "Those guys train women like you to become ponies, human ponies, ponygirls!"

"You are nuts!"

"No, Christine. It is just a trade. They buy and sell women like you, who have become too much of a burden to have around, tame them like one does with a wild horse, train them and break them into becoming a pony, and then sell them. Just as simple as that!"

"Yes Christine, just as easy as that. You will be sold at some sort of pony auction and one guy or another will buy you, use you. Who knows, maybe you will be used to give kids a ride on your back, like ponies at a funfair. And then, if you don't obey, they will whip you, like all those poor animals. I just hope that whoever buys you makes you scream until your lungs burst!" The woman said matter of factly.

With an bewildered expression on her face Christine tried to raise again out of her chair but was ordered back by Frank's sharp voice: "Sit! I told you." Again she obeyed, before she even realized it herself. "Exactly like Marjorie described it, that will be what is in store for you! You will disappear.. without a trace.. and will never again harass us with your demands!"

"You two are nuts!" but her voice was no longer certain.. "You two should have your heads examined. These sort of things just don't happen for real!" Christine sneered. "Your imagination has run wild. Only in your dreams you could ever make me disappear!"

Marjorie was having a great time, no doubt in Christine's mind about that. Her chuckling voice made that clear when she said in a sugary sweet tone "They will whip you Christine. They will whip your nicely sun-tanned skin, until your arrogant attitude has vanished forever. They will mark you like a pony and stable you like a real horse, imprisoned and locked until you have forgotten you once were something other then a pony. And they will fuck you until you have lost count of how many have had you."

"Stick it up your arse!" Christine's had lately become as lowlife as could be, angry, but no longer the same as anyone remembered who had known her, the arrogant aristocratic but spoiled Lady Christine everyone bowed to. Another Christine, very uncertain nowadays. Again she looked from one to the other, as if she was looking for a sign, something that might give her a clue that this was all a joke. "You can hand me my cheque now, then I will see you two again next month!"

"No Christine! You will get it stuffed up your arse. Or didn't you know a ponygirl gets a tail with a butt plug up her arse?"

"I should listen to her, if I were you, Christine. She knows only too well herself!" Frank amplified.

Nobody moved, there was no cheque. Only Marjorie's insinuating voice "Dear, I think that a tail will look fantastic on you! But you just don't believe it, eh? Well, just wait until you feel it!"

Suddenly, in one swift movement Frank stood beside Christine and cuffed the bewildered woman before she even had a chance to resist. "What are you doing..?" But there was no way out for her anymore. "What will happen to me..?"

"The same thing that they once did to me. Just have a look!" With that Marjorie lifted her skirt, giving Christine a glimpse of a brand marking on her buttock.

"But.. you are sitting here.. I don't get it..!" It sounded resigned .. perplexed. Suddenly a clear flash, from her memory. "That money you said you lost in the stock market .. The very reason we.. ?"

"Yes Christine, that was the money I bought my pony with. But not all buyers are like me. My ponygirl has certain freedoms. If she is obedient that is!"

All kinds of thoughts raced through Christine's head, too fast to collect.. She did remember the amount of money that had been involved, how could she ever forget. Suddenly, like coming from another person.. out of another world.. she mumbled "You think.. you think I would raise the same amount.. be worth as much.. as she..?"

"That's not something you should be worried about! But the answer is 'no!', not yet anyway. Maybe later, once you have been properly trained.."

Christine could only stand there, waiting, her wrists on her belly, cuffed, while Frank walked towards her. She didn't even make any attempt to run, the door so close by.. but so far away, in her mind anyway.. She just stood there, as if frozen into solid rock. With slow deliberate movements Frank lifted her dress, shoved it over her head and down her arms until it got stuck on top of the handcuffs. Then her bra got out of the way, just as easily, proudly displaying the breasts she had liked so much, though they weren't everyone's taste. And now Marjorie pointing out that her nipples were fully erect.. 'Why?' Christine wondered, just 'why were they betraying her?' "I think some pony bells would fit very nicely on them! Just like those other attachments, the rings you will wear.. over here!" as she shoved Christine's string out of the way, "Yes, I think those would surely flatter you!"

Getting back to thinking about the money.. ignoring what might happen to her, Christine suddenly grinned "So, in the end, you lose again, as usual! You were a bad merchant anyway.." The all too familiar 'penny-wise' Christine again. There she was again, the proud Christine. With her last words her demeanor had changed, once again as proud as most people knew her, even if she was standing there nearly naked and cuffed, again her appearance was that of the arrogant future Viscountess she was.. or used to be.

The door bell rang. Two men entered. Apparently they were in a bit of a hurry because they didn't waste any time on small talk. Christine was simply covered with a dark brown coat and got a collar around her neck. Then, even though leashed, she paraded outward, following in a stately manner, head high. She did not even look around, not even once, and not a single word came from her lips.