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Day 1
SarahJane awoke slowly, trying to push the fuzziness out of her head. She couldn't remember falling asleep and had no idea where she was. Her mouth felt funny though. In fact, nothing felt quite right.
“Hello SarahJane. I’ve been waiting for you to wake up. You’ve been asleep for a long time.”
SarahJane looked towards the noise. A tall, dark haired man stood a short distance away. His black hair was pulled back into a small pony tail. His skin was tanned and his eyes were dark as the night. He looked aristocratic by the refined features and high cheekbones. She didn’t recognize him though. “Whe-where am I? Who are you?”
“Valid questions, of course, but the answers are unimportant from this point on. You are about to begin a new life.”
SarahJane shook her head and tried to get up. For the first time she realized she was lying on a blanket on a bed of hay. Second she was completely naked. Pulling the blanket around her, she tried to stand and fell back again. “You have no right!” she shouted.
“Perhaps in your old world, no. In this new one, I do have all the rights, and you have none. Thus you are beginning a new life. I doubt you will listen when I tell it will be best if you don’t fight. New ponies seldom do. I’ll be back to see you soon once you’ve finished the first part of your training. I have every hope you’ll do well. We have big plans for your future.” With that the man walked away.
Scared and angry, SarahJane tried to get up a few more times. Frustrated she finally fell back to sleep.
Day 2
SarahJane cursed the man who had managed to tie her hands and feet so successfully. She was trussed up like she had once seen cattle at a rodeo. “You bastard! How dare you touch me!”
Mac smiled, not pausing in his activity. He reached up and pulled from the ceiling a hook. Without breaking a sweat, he grabbed her hands and pulled her upright from her position on the ground. A moment later she was hoisted on the hook as he signaled someone with his hand and the hook was raised towards the ceiling again. “Stop!” he called out when she was resting on her feet.
“You bloody idiot! Release me this minute. You have no right to treat me like this.” She tried to keep her voice free of her free and just show her anger and indignation.
“Come here Pete.”
A young man, probably in his late teens, slender with blond hair floppy onto his forehead appeared at the man’s side.
Mac pointed to her feet. “Spread ‘em and tie to the three feet mark.”
Intensely aware that she was naked in front of two men now, SarahJane waited until her feet were released. She kicked out immediately.
Mac laughed beside her. “Naughty filly.” He lightly slapped her right buttock.
“Bastard! Damn you! How—”
Mac pinched her nostrils and with her mouth wide open, he pushed a small ball gag inside. Grinning at the look on her face, he fastened it behind her head. He lifted her waist length bright auburn hair in his hand. Pulling a band from his pocket, he quickly restrained the long locks in a doubled over pony tail.
“Good,” he said, stepping away from her, watching as Pete finished tying off her feet.
SarahJane pulled at her restraints. She tugged at the hook and then jerked her knees, to test the bonds on her feet. When she heard laughter, she stopped.
Mac and Pete were watching her.
Less than a moment it took to realize they were watching the way her breasts were still bouncing and jiggling from her work. She’d considered it a curse to be blessed with 36 DD breasts all of her life since she’d burgeoned at the tender age of 11. Boys were constantly teasing her, and then trying to peak down her blouse. In high school they graduated to copping a feel by sneaking their hand forehead whenever she lifted her arm to ask or answer a question. After she stopped participating in class, they had to be more creative. She got more resourceful as well, decreasing their success rate.
But this topped anything that had happened before.
SarahJane realized tears were streaming down her cheeks.
Mac walked over to her again. For the first time she noticed that while he was not facially attractive by most standards, he was intensely masculine. Everything about him screamed sexuality and power. His blue eyes were warm as he lifted one hand and lightly rubbed to tears from her face.
“Frustration is perfectly normal, SarahJane. It takes times before you become accustomed to your new life here. The sooner you stop fighting and understand you have no choice. Your past is gone forever. Your future is today. You have but one goal in your life from now on—to please your Master.” He cupped one of her breasts, pushing it upwards. “Your body belongs to him, to do with as he pleases. For now, he has chosen to have you trained as a pony girl. It isn’t easy but you will find it very rewarding.”
His hand massaged her large breast almost absent-mindedly for a minute or so. “We’ll leave you alone for awhile, I believe, to contemplate what I’ve told you.”
SarahJane watched in horror as the two left her alone, trussed up, gagged and hanging in the middle of a horse stall.
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