You may not know it, but there is an online game like the Sims-- only this one is called Ponygirl Farm.

You start by entering a normal city environment, one populated by women going about their daily business. Women playing the game know they are defenseless, but have no idea who will be chosen, and when, in the state-run "lottery" in which women are taken into custody and forced into ponygirl service.

You are a ponygirl rustler with a 12-girl capacity trailer. Perhaps your first stop in the morning is the city park, where you lasso an early-morning jogger, strip her to her jogbra and panties, then harness and bridle her before securing her in the trailer. Next, you might go to an office building, where you snag a cute young secretary and a junior executive with nice legs. The latter protests, but there is nothing she can do as she is completely disrobed, outfitted with ponygirl gear, and led outside to your trailer.

After this, you may stop at the local women's college, where you waylay a few coeds, a job which gets increasingly difficult as students scatter after the first capture. Then it's off to a health club, where you take the receptionist, an aerobics instructor, and a couple women trapped nearly-naked in the locker room and showers.

And wait! Is that a TV studio where they film a daily soap opera? Looks like they're going to have to rewrite some scripts, because you've just taken two of their regulars.

Your trailer full, you arrive back at the farm, where you put your new girls in their nice new stable. They have no idea what plans you have for them beyond lots of harsh training. Will they be show ponies? Cart ponies? Field horses? Harness racers? Or will they be confined to a barn as Breeders or Milkers? Of course, there will always be one who is willingly obedient, but most may not accept their fate lightly, but that is the risk that they have accepted by playing the game. All they can do is stubbornly resist, though that will be met with severe punishment.

The women could still express their personalities in small ways through facial expressions, body language, and thought balloons, but they would essentially be helpless as they are mercilessly trained and punished, pierced and branded, or sold and traded. Despite precautions, an occasional ponygirl has managed to escape, and there is much excitement and challenge in tracking them down and recapturing them.

Masters can even get together and have online competitions, and often sell the breeding rights of their winners, who must endure forced matings and accelerated pregnancies. Upon birth, babies (always female) instantly become mature women who, themselves, become ponygirl slaves, thus increasing a Master's stable of girls.

The website address is . . . damn, it seems to have slipped my mind . . .