Cunt fell asleep last night after a hard day's training, her arms still hurting terribly after being fastened behind her back all day. After a short night she could feel the early sun coming up. She was still not used to sleeping without any bedding, on a bale of straw, so she awoke early every morning.

Still groggy, she started to think of her situation - it must have been a week ago or even more when she was kidnapped, forced into a car while walking along a quiet street. It was over in seconds, she stood no chance.

Now she was kept like a horse in this stable by a very strict man she had never met before. She had to learn to act like an animal at every moment, he had told her.

He had taken away her language and all her privacy. He came into this stable whenever he liked, and yesterday he strode in while she was peeing in that ugly hole in the corner. She had started to neigh and tried to make it sound like "complaining". This neighing is so humiliating she thought now, flushing.

He just said loudly: "Better spread your legs wider, pony, otherwise your hooves will get wet."

And of course she had obeyed as he watched her, it was so shameful...

Every day was filled with hard training, starting as soon as he has sluiced her with cold water from the pipe and dropped a kind of breakfast into her bowl...

Her torturer had said she will get her snaffle-bit today. What kind of feeling will that be?

She hardly could believe it, but she had begun to find it easier to respond to her new name, "Cunt". Her own name now seemed strange to her, he had never used it. She didn't know what time it was, but thought he will be here soon.

Snaffle-bit was her last thought before she heard the stable door...