Sianna woke slowly. Her eyelids felt heavy and she found it hard to open her eyes. As awareness slowly returned, her senses began to stir. With a suddenness that startled her, she realised she was naked and lying on a cold, hard floor. Her jaw ached and as she tried to reach her mouth, her arms would not move. Her eyes flew open, the harsh light causing instant pain forcing her to close them again. The predicament she found herself in was confusing and she tried her eyes again, this time more cautiously.

She shivered as the cold permeated through her skin and she bit down on the intrusion in her mouth. She tested her arms and found them bound tightly at elbows and wrists. The pain of this position assailed her and she strained to free herself. As she struggled, she realised her legs were bound tightly at her ankles and were pulled up behind her and fastened to her wrists. As she struggled, the bonds bit into her skin causing her to grimace in pain.

She lay still, trying to clear her head enough to remember how she could have gotten into this predicament, but her mind was foggy and dull. She looked around as far as her bonds would permit and saw that she was in a stall, much like that found in a stable. The walls were stone for about four feet with timber slats fixed to the top and running to about eight feet in height. The door was about four feet high, with two foot steel bars rising from the top. A row of tungsten lights shone from the ceiling outside of the stall. Sianna shivered again, more with fear than cold, as the seriousness of her situation began to sink in.

The ache in her jaws brought her attention back and she tested the invader in her mouth with her tongue. It was like a horse bit made of a hard rubbery substance, with a large ball fitted in the centre. It was large enough to almost fill her mouth. She lifted her head and tried to push it out, but it was fixed in firmly with leather straps that went behind her neck and over her face, rather like a horse’s bridle. She could not dislodge it. A thick trickle of drool oozed from the corner of her mouth but she was powerless to stop it. She could feel that her long chestnut hair had been pulled tightly back and pinned somehow. Finally, in utter frustration, she lowered her head to the hard floor and began to cry.

Time wore on excruciatingly slowly. Sianna ached from the restriction of her bonds and she could only shift position a little to relieve her muscles. Every now and then she thought she heard movement and panicked at the thought of rats, or worse, eating her alive. She realised that more light was shining into her stall from behind her. The softness of the light told her that daylight was approaching. Whoever had put her here would come to free her soon. After all, a joke was a joke but this was simply too much!

She tried vainly to remember anything that would tell her how she had ended up here, but her memory was blank. Her thoughts were interrupted by a stirring noise nearby. She heard someone sigh beyond the walls, and heard the rustle of what sounded like straw. Were there others like her in here? She tried to speak, but the bit in her mouth prevented speech and her words came out as a garbled mumble. She sobbed in frustration and began to feel anger rising within her. Just wait until they came to free her! It would be all they could do to stop her going straight to the police! They had better have a damn good explanation.

THE ENLIGHTENMENT

Sianna awoke with a start. She had dozed off and the terrible truth reappeared. It had not been a dream… here she lay still bound and with no sign of anyone coming to help her get free. Panicked, she struggled against her bonds, but she was helpless. She could not escape. Her face was wet from her own spittle which ran freely from her mouth. The bit forced her mouth open and she was unable to close it. She tried biting through the cursed thing, but it was hard and did not give. Was there no way out of this? Would she die here?

Suddenly she heard a sound. Footsteps were approaching from somewhere outside. She did not know whether to cry out or lay quietly and wait. She heard a door latch being tripped and the creak of hinges as the door was swung open. The footsteps came closer then stopped. Sianna looked up at the steel bars on the door and saw a woman peering in at her. Her heart pounded as she recognised the face. My God! It was her best friend, Rachel! She tried to cry out for help and struggled against her bonds. Stunned, she realised that Rachel was simply smiling at her… she had not come to rescue her… Rachel was her captor!

Sianna lay still as the realisation hit her. She felt deflated and did not understand what was happening. Surely Rachel would not do this to her. They were friends… best friends, and best friends simply did not do this to each other. She looked up into Rachel’s face pleading for freedom, but all she saw were those smiling eyes. She slumped down, defeated.

A NEW LIFE

Rachel stood still, admiring her newest acquisition. She enjoyed looking at a new capture, seeing the confusion when they realised they had been fooled. Sianna had been easy to capture… she had been so trusting, so eager to make friends, so naive. She thought of the others and the memories of past captures brought a wistful smile to her lips. With that, she moved on to check her other captives in the adjacent stalls. The stable hands would be here soon but for now, she enjoyed admiring her girls… her pony girls.

Sianna lay still. She felt confused and hurt and betrayed. And yes, she was angry. How could her best friend do this to her? How long did she expect to keep her like this? She looked up as she heard the latch of her stall being opened and saw Rachel stride into the stall. Rachel was wearing a full equestrian outfit, complete with tight cream jodhpurs and a white satin blouse that hugged her curves perfectly. At her throat was a lilac cravat, held in place with a diamond and sapphire clasp and she wore calf length, polished black leather boots. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail which had been tightly plaited and rolled into a bun pinned at the nape of her neck. She moved close to Sianna and squatted down on her haunches above her. In her gloved hand was a black leather riding crop and she absently stroked Sianna’s face with its tip. “Welcome to your new life, Sianna,” she said, then stood up and walked out of the stall. She paused at the door and said, “You’ll come to love me for bringing you here, sweetheart.” Then with a click as the door shut behind her, she was gone.

THE FITTING

After some time, Sianna heard a car drive up to the barn where she lay. She heard the doors slam and voices talking. She could not hear the conversation but instinctively knew that she was the subject of the discussion. The voices drew closer as they approached the barn. The door of her stall swung open and Rachel strode in, followed by a young man she did not know. She felt her face flush bright red as the embarrassment of her nakedness and situation engulfed her. She could not move away or cover herself and could do nothing except close her eyes against their gaze. “Sianna, this is Robert,” Rachel said, “You will get to know him quite well.”

The young man came forward. He was dressed in casual cowboy-style clothes, with an open necked check shirt and dusty, faded blue jeans held in place with a wide brown leather belt. He wore scuffed brown riding boots and a battered cowboy hat on his head. A lock of straw-coloured hair fell down his forehead from under the brim of his hat. Despite her predicament, Sianna thought he looked quite cute. She saw he held a short rope in his hand, the kind used for leading animals. He bent down and clipped one end to the ring of her bit. He handed the other end to Rachel, and then moved behind her. She felt him untie the rope from around her ankles, freeing her legs. She grimaced in pain as the feeling returned to her feet. They did not give her any time to rest however; Robert reached under her arms and lifted her to her feet. She slumped unsteadily into his chest but he held her upright effortlessly, cupping her breast in his hand, as Rachel attached the end of the leash to a hook set in the ceiling. Sianna was now held upright by the rope attached to her bridle and the young man slowly released her to stand unaided. Her captors ambled slowly around her naked form and with her hands and elbows still bound painfully behind her back she was powerless to alter her position. Rachel moved in close behind her and reached around, cupping her breasts in her hands. She tested their weight and squeezed the nipples. Sianna gasped at this treatment, but the soft hands on her body, combined with the coolness of the air caused her nipples to harden. Rachel laughed gaily, and Sianna’s embarrassment was complete.

Leaving her standing miserably in the stall, Rachel and Robert walked out swinging the door open wide. They moved along the walkway and Sianna heard another door open. She gasped when she saw Robert leading a young woman by a leash, similar to that which held her captive. The woman was almost naked… her body was encased in a criss-cross of leather straps, rather like a harness. A wide belt was locked snugly about her waist. A two-inch wide strap went from the belt to a point between her breasts where it joined a shiny steel ring. Two straps went from the ring, over the woman’s shoulders where they joined together with another ring between her shoulder blades. A single strap then ran down her back and was attached to the belt at the back. Two straps ran around each side of her body, just under her breasts and attached to the two rings at front and back. A single crupper strap ran down between her legs. It was cinched so tightly that it disappeared between the lips of her sex. The strap went on between her buttocks where it attached at the rear of her belt. She wore a high leather collar which seemed to stretch her neck and prevented movement of her head. The belt and collar had numerous steel rings sewn into the leather for various attachments.

The woman’s arms were bound across her back, with a device that secured each wrist to the opposite elbow. There was absolutely no way she could escape unaided. Finishing the outfit was a leather bridle wrapped snugly about her head and attached to the back of the collar. The woman had a bit set tightly into her mouth, which was attached to the bridle with shiny steel rings at each side of her mouth. A strap ran from each of these rings to a small ring set on her forehead just above and between her eyes. A single strap followed the top of her head and joined the bridle at the back of the collar.

Shiny silver rings were embedded in the woman’s nipples and she had a ring of about an inch diameter fastened through her septum, to which the leash by which she was being led, was fastened. God knows what else she had done to her!

The woman’s movements were accompanied by a clipping sound, not unlike that of a horse. Sianna looked down at the woman’s feet in amazement. She wore shoes that left the tops of her feet exposed. They held her feet in a position where she stood mostly on her toes, yet there were no heels on the shoes to hold them as such. The shoes appeared to be glued in place somehow, as Sianna could not see any supporting uppers. Most amazingly, the shoes were shaped at the bottom like hooves, complete with steel horse shoes. The woman’s toenails were painted bright red. Sianna looked up at Rachel with wide eyes… and shivered.

As Sianna stood watching, another young man entered the building and proceeded to lead four more naked and bound women along the walkway past the open stall. The clip clop of their hooves resonated through the stable. This was too incredible!

Rachel entered the stall and with deft movements, began taking measurements of Sianna’s body with a cloth dressmaker’s tape which she wrote down on a clipboard. When she had finished measuring, she reached up and pinched Sianna’s nostrils, then pinched and rolled her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. She wrote something more on the clipboard, patted Sianna lightly on the cheek, then spun and walked briskly from the stall. Sianna tried to call after her, but only garbled noises came from behind the bit.

Sianna simply stood where she was. She could not do much else, the leash attached to her bit held her upright. Her arms had become numb and ached terrible, but she could do nothing to alleviate the discomfort. She raised herself on her toes and shifted her weight from foot to foot to try to ease the cramps that she felt in her legs. She could do nothing except wait for someone to come and free her. She could hear noises from outside, and what sounded like whips cracking, but they were muffled and she was more preoccupied with her own predicament, to concentrate on them. Time ticked by slowly.

THE HARNESSING

After what seemed an eternity, she heard footsteps along the cobblestones. Robert and Rachel entered the stall. Between them, they carried a tangle of leather straps and a box. They set the leather down in front of Sianna and Rachel reached up and kissed her softly on the lips. “You are so beautiful,” she whispered, “but I am going to make you so much more than that. Are you ready, my pet?” Sianna could do nothing but stand and wait.

Robert came close, reached up and unfastened the leash from the overhead beam. He tugged on it gently, forcing Sianna to follow him to the doorway. Once there, he reattached the leash to another hook at the top of the doorjamb. He moved behind her and she felt him untying the ropes which held her arms pinioned. Her heart fluttered… could they be going to free her?

As the ropes came loose, her arms began to tingle and burn with the return of blood. However, her arms were so completely numb she could not move them at all. Robert took her wrists and fastened a leather cuff to each, which he locked in place with tiny padlocks. The cuffs had steel rings sewn into the leather. He lifted her right arm and finding a short rope which hung from a hook on the side of the doorway, clipped the end to her wrist cuff. He repeated this with her left arm and she now stood in the wide doorway with her arms held straight out from her sides and raised slightly upward. Her body was now completely exposed to her captors. She felt another wave of embarrassment and tried to cross her legs, to save even a tiny part of her modesty. She heard Rachel laugh softly from behind her, then she felt cuffs being fastened around her ankles. A tear trickled from her eye as she realised her predicament.

She felt a tug on her right leg as it was pulled outwards. She struggled to regain her balance but she was powerless to stop her leg being stretched sideways. She looked down and saw Robert tying her leg to a hook low down on the doorjamb. Before she could think any further, her left leg was pulled outwards and tied off to the opposite side of the doorway. She was now completely spreadeagled in the doorway. She shivered and tried to pull at her bonds, but they gave no leeway. Sianna felt completely and utterly helpless, a feeling that she was not acquainted with. Her anger had long since disappeared and she just felt very, very scared.

Sianna heard Robert lift the leather tangle and begin sorting through the different pieces. She felt him wrap a wide piece around her waist which he fastened at her back. She tried to turn to see what he was doing, but before she could strain her neck, he had returned and began placing a high leather collar about her throat. He gently pushed her face to the front and her chin seemed to fit neatly into a slight cutaway in the front of the collar. He buckled it up snugly, and she found she could no longer move her head sideways. Her heart pounded and she began to scream and struggle against her bonds. Suddenly she heard a sharp snapping sound, and then an incredible burning pain shot across her buttocks. She gasped and leapt as she realised she had been struck with Rachel’s riding crop. Rachel moved in front of her and gently stroked her cheek. “Please don’t make me hit you again,” she said in a low voice. “Stand still and let Robert do his work.”

As the pain slowly subsided, Sianna obeyed and stood very still. Robert fitted the various parts of her harness and began to attach the pieces together on her body. Moving behind her, he tightened the leather belt. She gasped as the air was forced from her lungs. He continued to tighten the belt until she thought she would faint. Once the belt was tight, he began tightening the shoulder straps. After this was completed, he attached a leather cuff above each elbow and locked them in place. Sianna struggled to breathe.

Once the harness was fitted snugly, Rachel moved to the walkway in front of Sianna. She carried the box they had brought with them earlier, which she set down on the cobblestones. She removed what looked like some kind of blowtorch. She made some adjustments and Sianna heard a hissing sound before Rachel ignited the gas with a cigarette lighter. Sianna watched fearfully as Rachel adjusted the flame to a clear blue colour and set the torch down on a small table against the far wall. She saw Rachel remove a packet of steel needles from the box and she could not contain a shiver. She knew that to struggle was futile and would only bring further punishment from Rachel’s whip, so she could do nothing but stand and watch as Rachel fitted small wooden handles to a number of the needles.

Rachel set a small brazier on the table and began heating the needles with the blowtorch until they glowed a dull red. Suddenly she felt Robert grab her from behind and push her forward against her bonds. She felt the cuffs bite into her wrists and ankles but could do nothing against his bulk and strength. Her eyes widened as she saw Rachel move towards her carrying a small container which held a number of silver rings, not unlike sleeper earrings, but of much thicker metal. In her other hand she carried a glowing needle and Sianna began to cry uncontrollably, her breasts heaving with her sobs. Rachel reached out and squeezed Sianna’s left nipple. “You had better stand still,” she cautioned, as she tugged and rolled the nipple until it began to swell, then carefully she pierced the warm flesh with the red hot needle. Sianna felt the savage pain and smelled her flesh burning. She screamed in agony from behind her bit, as Rachel slowly turned and slid the needle out then inserted a silver ring into the cauterised piercing. With a small pliers-like device, she snapped the ring closed with an audible click. Sianna felt the tears roll down her face and drip onto her breasts. She knew the torment was not over and she braced herself when Rachel returned and pierced her right nipple in the same manner. Again she was powerless and could not prevent the screams that exploded from her throat. With a second click, both of her nipples were ringed with shiny stainless steel. Robert released her, and she slumped sobbing against her bindings. Rachel took a soft cloth and wiped a tiny amount of blood from Sianna’s breasts. She kissed her softly on the lips, then turned away to her tools.

Robert ducked under Sianna’s outstretched right arm and walked across to Rachel. They spoke to each other in low tones which Sianna could not hear clearly. As they talked, they nodded in her direction a number of times, before appearing to agree on some point. Sianna quickly understood what they had been discussing, as Rachel retrieved a waxing kit from her box. After warming the wax, she proceeded to completely denude Sianna’s pubic area. Sianna squirmed as the wax strips tore away the hair, but she had had waxing done before and so the pain was not completely unfamiliar to her. Once the waxing was complete, Rachel gently applied soothing lotion to the skin. The cool lotion, combined with the gentle breeze blowing through the stable heightened the sense of nakedness that Sianna felt. Strangely, she felt a slight arousal within herself and tried to block it from her thoughts. This was wrong… she was wrong to feel that it was somehow erotic!

Rachel deftly waxed the rest of Sianna’s body, her legs and underarms so that she was completely hairless. She softly stroked lotion into Sianna’s skin and, after lightly tracing along her vagina with her fingers, laughed lightly and turned away. Sianna could do nothing but stand there feeling confused.

Rachel again turned to her gas torch and began heating more needles. Sianna’s eyes widened as she realised that she was going to be subjected to further pain. She struggled a little from reflex, but she knew she could not prevent them doing whatever they wished to do to her. She could do nothing but wait for it to happen. While she was pondering this thought, Robert reached up and tightened the leash holding her head and attached a second leash to the ring at the other side of her bit. He tightened this one as before and she found that, with the collar, she could not move her head at all. Rachel approached with another needle and ring. She reached up and pulled the skin of Sianna’s septum tight and without a further word, pushed the hot needle through Sianna’s nose. The heat and pain were unbearable and Sianna cried out, but with her head completely immobilised, was unable to pull away. She felt the needle as it was withdrawn and then Rachel pushed the cold ring through her septum. Another click and the ring was set permanently in place. She felt the weight and coldness of it resting against her top lip and she began to cry again. Was she now just an animal, the kind she had seen being paraded around the county fair, led by their noses?

While she closed her eyes and cried, Rachel and Robert deftly made two further piercings to Sianna’s vagina lips and another to her clitoral hood. They attached the rings in place, but in her misery, she hardly felt them working on her… they certainly did not hurt like her nipples and nose piercings had. With three clicks they were done and they gathered their tools and left, leaving Sianna hanging in her bonds, weeping softly.

A REAL PONY MUST HAVE A TAIL

Sianna tried to comprehend her plight. She had been kidnapped, bound naked and pierced, and made to wear some ridiculous kind of harness which covered nothing. She stood where they had left her, spreadeagled in the doorway of a stable. A cool breeze made its way through the stall and she shivered in her nakedness. The minutes ticked by slowly and she had no sense of time or date. Her breasts stung a little from the piercings, but they were nothing compared to the annoyance of the ring that was set in her nose. It hurt and its weight against her lip reminded Sianna of her bondage. She was a slave without freedom of any kind. Her life lay in the hands of others and the thought frightened her. She tried to pull against her bonds but they were too strong and she could gain no purchase, stretched tightly as she was.

Sianna felt herself dozing and she tried hard to stay awake. The thought of sleeping while these crazy people did, God-knows-what to her, made her more afraid, but she found that she could not keep her eyes open.

Rachel stood quietly watching her newest pony. Sianna was certainly a prize catch and she would take immense pleasure in breaking her. She remembered back to when she had befriended the girl. They had met in a coffee shop, where Rachel had pretended to spill coffee on herself. Sianna had come to her aid, and they had struck up a conversation which, over the next few weeks had developed into friendship. Rachel wondered of she should feel any guilt at how she had deceived this young woman, but any thought of regret was lost as she gazed upon the girl’s exquisite body, bound and stretched as it was in the doorway. She allowed herself a smile… this was the best one yet!

As she watched, Robert appeared at her side. He was carrying another piece of leather and what appeared to be a short, thick dildo. Draped over his shoulder was a thick plume of long chestnut hair, which was fastened at one end into a plug, from which protruded a short threaded stud. It looked a lot like a horse tail. Sianna stirred as she heard their boots coming towards her. She opened her eyes groggily and wondered what further tortures these maniacs had in store for her. Rachel reached out and stroked her cheek, then leaned forward and kissed her lips. “Now, my little pet, we must apply the finishing touches to make you into a real pony,” she cooed.

Robert unfastened her right wrist from the doorway. She could do nothing to defend herself or try to escape as her arm was numb from its inactivity. He twisted the arm behind her back and fastened the wrist band to the cuff he had placed at her elbow. He detached her left arm and crossed it behind her back also, fastening it to the cuff at her right elbow. Her arms were now pinioned like those of the woman she had seen earlier… my God, it now seemed like a lifetime ago, yet it had been only a few hours. Robert reached into his pocket and pulled out a short piece of leather which he attached to a ring set into her bridle at the top of her head. Pulling her head backwards slightly, he fastened the other end to a ring set into the strap running down the centre of her back. He pulled the strap tight, forcing Sianna’s head backward and buckled it in place. Sianna found the position uncomfortable but was powerless to do anything about it. He then buckled another strap over her arms, pulling them snug into her back.

Rachel reappeared carrying a stout pole, which she placed into slots on either side of the doorway. The pole was now set across the doorway at the height of Sianna’s waist. Robert detached the leads holding her head from the top of the doorjamb and handed the ends to Rachel. Without a word, she pulled on the leashes forcing Sianna to bend forward over the pole. Once she was bent completely forward, Rachel tied the ends to the rings on Sianna’s ankle cuffs, forcing her to remain in that position. Sianna felt the drool seeping from her mouth and watched as thick droplets dripped slowly to the cobblestones. Robert reached between her legs and threaded a leather strap through her clitoris ring and attached it to a D-ring at the front of her belt. The awkward position she found herself, meant that he had some trouble with the buckles and as he struggled with the belt, she felt his arms and hands bumping and touching her sex. After a short while he was done, but Sianna found that despite the pain from her rings, the rubbing of her vagina had caused her to become more than a little aroused and she felt wetness between her legs.

Rachel reappeared in front of her. She was carrying the hair plume which Sianna remembered as looking like a horse tail. In her other hand she carried the thick dildo. “Hmm, it looks like we have plenty of lubrication available,” she laughed as she held the dildo under Sianna’s mouth, where the drool was seeping out in a steady trickle. She allowed the dildo to get completely wet with saliva before she ducked under the pole and moved out of sight behind Sianna’s bent form. Sianna felt fingers enter her vagina and begin stroking her clitoris. She felt herself become wet and heard Rachel’s throaty chuckle. “Oh look, we won’t need any KY for this little pony,” she laughed to Robert.

Sianna felt pressure on her anus and clenched her muscles against it. She was powerless however, to prevent Rachel’s fingers from entering and she began to sob with shame. She felt the fingers probing and opening her, but with her legs still spread wide and bent forwards as she was, she could not prevent the intrusion. After a short while the fingers slid out, but before she could feel any relief, she felt the hardness of the dildo. Again she tried to clench her muscles but the pressure of the thing was insistent and she felt it sliding slowly into her body. Sianna tried to protest, but the attempt only resulted in drool bubbling around her lips. She felt the invader stretching her anus and she grimaced at the pain. After some time, she felt the dildo suddenly pop into place and her sphincter muscle closed snugly around its base. Rachel gave a sigh of pleasure and patted her bottom. “There we go, all in and looking good, my lovely little pony,” she cooed. She reached under and pulled the crupper strap up between Sianna’s legs. Using her left hand, she parted Sianna’s vagina lips and carefully pulled the strap up into her sex. A small hole in the strap was aligned with the dildo and the strap was buckled tightly in place. “And now for the final touch,” Rachel said. Sianna felt her attach something to the dildo. It felt strange as the dildo moved about in her bottom, but there was no way to expel the thing from her body. It would remain in place until Rachel allowed it to be removed. “Ta da!” Rachel cried, and she moved back to inspect their handiwork.

Robert untied the ropes holding Sianna’s legs apart and as Rachel held her, helped her to move her legs back together. The leashes holding her across the pole were removed and she was allowed to stand upright. Sianna felt the dildo as it stretched her bottom uncomfortably. She was not used to any intrusion of this opening, as anal sex had always been taboo. She felt hair tickling the backs of her legs, which tingled as the circulation slowly returned and she realised that Rachel had attached the plume of hair that Robert had brought with him earlier. After a few moments, Robert said, “Just the shoes to go on and we’re done.”

CLIP CLOP

Robert took hold of the leash attached to the bit in Sianna’s mouth. With a light tap on the bottom from Rachel’s whip, he urged her forward to the stable doorway. She could see the day was bright and sunny, but her heart was heavy with pain, fear and shame. She could not understand why this was happening and with all that had occurred, was completely dejected. As she was guided toward the light, her shoulders slumped and her feet shuffled dejectedly. A sudden bite of Rachel’s whip across her bottom made her start and she jumped forward to escape its lash. “Knees up, my pretty pony,” Rachel ordered, “I want to see some style and grace.” She cut Sianna with the whip again and barked, “I said, knees UP!” Sianna lifted her legs higher with each step until her thighs were parallel with the ground as she walked. “Better,” Rachel said, “Much better.”

Sianna felt silly walking, no, more like strutting like this, but she knew that if she faltered, she risked feeling the sting of the whip again. She could not turn her head because of her high collar, so she could not see what Rachel was doing behind her. Suddenly, they broke out into the bright sunshine. Sianna suddenly felt very naked and very exposed and felt her face blush with embarrassment. She stopped in her tracks, not wishing to be seen outside in this ridiculous get-up. Before she could think, she heard the swish of the whip as it found its way across her bottom with a resounding crack. As the pain assailed her, she leapt forward, her thoughts of resistance quickly forgotten. As she felt the whip strike again, she gave a squeal of pain and twisted her body to try to protect herself. “Knees UP, I said,” Rachel hissed, “I can do this all day if you want.” She gave Sianna’s bottom another cut with the whip, just to prove her point. She was in control and this little pony slave had better do as she was told.

They moved across the yard, Robert leading and Rachel tapping Sianna here and there with her crop, ensuring the girl walked properly. Sianna found the high-stepping walk uncomfortable and her legs began to ache but she knew she must not stop. Rachel was right behind her with that cruel whip, and she knew she would feel its bite if she slackened her step. Robert led her to a low building across the yard and without hesitation they went inside. After the sunshine, Sianna’s eyes took a moment to adjust. She saw a man working at a bench at the far end of the room, but was unable to see what he was doing. She was led to a low bench and forced to sit down. Rachel grasped her shoulders as Robert lifted her feet and she was made to lie down on her back. Once in that position, they rolled her over onto her stomach and fastened her feet into some kind of stocks that were set into the end of the bench. Sianna could not move and again felt that feeling of absolute helplessness she had experienced earlier. The rings in her nipples ached as her breasts were pressed flat into the hard surface, but there was nothing she could do to relieve the pain. She could only lie there and wait for whatever torment they were planning for her.

Rachel sat down at Sianna’s head and began gently stroking her hair. “Nearly done,” she said, “Then you can have some rest.” Sianna heard the man walking across the room and she shuddered involuntarily. She knew that whatever this man was going to do, she was not going to enjoy it. She felt him press something flat against the soles of her feet and she thought she felt him taking some kind of measurements. After a short while he moved away and Sianna could hear him working at his bench. She could not tell how long she lay there, time had no meaning for her since she had awoken hours earlier in the stable, but she felt the man take hold of her left foot. He pressed something against her sole, and she felt that it was warm and quite sticky. He moved it about a little and she could feel a strange tingling sensation. She felt the thing against her foot begin to cool and then the man released her foot and walked away. He came back a short time later and repeated the procedure on her right foot.

After the second foot was done, her feet were released from the stocks and she found her self being turned onto her back. Once in that position, her feet were imprisoned once more in the stocks. She wanted to look at what they had done, but she could not move her head in the collar. Rachel got up from the bench and moved away to where Sianna’s feet were fastened. Sianna thought she could smell nail polish and then she felt her toenails being painted. She could not comprehend any of this, but was in no position to argue… she could do nothing but lie there as these people did to her whatever they wanted. She gave a nervous sigh, and tried to wriggle a little to ease the weight off her bound arms.

“Ah yes… lovely,” Rachel said, after some minutes, and Sianna felt her feet being released from the stocks. Robert and the other man lifted her shoulders and she was able to sit up. As her feet touched the floor, she realised they were shod in some way, but she could not feel the pressure of any shoes on her feet. Rachel took hold of her leash and moved away from the bench, forcing Sianna to stand up. The strangeness of whatever they had put on her feet confused her… she felt like she was wearing high heels, but they were quite heavy and awkward… and she could not feel the comfort of any heels for balance. She staggered a little and Robert took her arm and steadied her before she fell. Her feet tried to find some purchase on the cobbled floor and as they did, she heard the clip of metal on stone. Once she regained her balance, she realised that she had to stand on the balls of her feet, as the shoes did not allow her to place her feet flat on the floor.

After a minute to steady herself, Rachel took the leash and made Sianna follow her across the room. The shoes felt very uncomfortable and Sianna almost fell more than once; only Robert’s strong hands prevented her from injuring herself. She felt the strain on her ankles as they were forced to take her weight as she lurched forward. The shoes made an audible clip clopping sound on the stones as they paraded around the room, just like those shoes she had seen the other woman wearing earlier in the day. Sianna felt her balance getting better as she tested the new shoes and before long, she was able to walk around with little discomfort. Rachel brought her to a halt, and then turned towards her. She put her hands on Sianna’s hips, raised up and kissed her softly on the lips. “All done, my exquisite little pet,” she whispered. The hands on Sianna’s body moved as they stroked her warm skin. Sianna felt Rachel stroking her breasts and gasped a little as they passed over the fresh piercings in her nipples. With another kiss, Rachel handed the leash to Robert and strode from the room. The transformation was done.