“If you accept my offer, your husband's name will be spared public shame, all the debts he left you with at the time of his unfortunate death, will be paid. Doug's son, your step son, will be guaranteed a first class education and when he graduates from college, he will be entitled to all the prize money you bring to my stable or a minimum of a million dollars, whichever is more. I know my offer sounds bizarre to you now, think about it overnight. You can give me your answer at breakfast tomorrow morning. Think of your husband's honor, of your son's future. You wouldn't want him to go to a public school, would you? Thirteen is a critical age and he could become rebellious and blame you."
Hearing these words from Esther, Sabrina broke into tears. It was just too much. First Doug, her husband, was killed in a stupid car accident. Then she learned at the reading of the will that their fortune had vanished. For the last two months she had tried to find, without success, the numbers of the secret bank accounts that she knew Doug had somewhere. The little cash left had been just enough to pay for the food. She had to let go of the servants, and now the creditors where after her, threatening to bankrupt her and soil Doug's name in the face of the world. Only when she was backed to a corner, like a trapped animal, with no other alternative, did she come to Esther. She was her last chance. She knew that if Esther offered to help, the price would be high but she was not prepared for what she had just heard for the last half hour.
After a few minutes of silence, controlling her tears and sobbing, she managed to say: "But Esther, what you are proposing, amounts to slavery, pure and simple. How can I agree to. . . . "
"No, my dear Sabrina, you will not be a slave, you will be a horse, a human horse…my horse."
Sabrina looked terrible in the morning. She had slept only a few hours. She was awake most of the night tossing Esther's proposition in all corners of her mind. Reluctantly she had made the decision to accept her proposition. Breakfast was served in the winter garden. Very few words were spoken, Esther wanted Sabrina to take the initiative. Sabrina had very little appetite, her tired eyes were downcast. She was afraid to look Esther directly in the eyes. After the maid removed the plates…hers was practically untouched…and only the coffee cups were left, she could not endure the suspense any longer:
''I accept." Her answer was barely audible.
"Very well, I will have my lawyers draw the contract, it will be ready this afternoon."
That was enough time for Sabrina to torture her mind. She had heard rumors about Esther's strange pastime but the idea was so outrageous that she had discarded the stories as a figment of the imagination of jealous people.
At three o'clock a procession of five limousines stopped at the main entrance: Esther's five lawyers. They all gathered in the library and the lawyers read the contract to her. As the lawyer was reading, the sound of a car was heard at the entrance outside. Shortly after, the maid interrupted the reading to announce that Mr. Benson had arrived. Esther's instruction to her, were to tell him to get everything ready, they would be done shortly.
Half an hour later, the contract was signed. It was quite simple, all her creditors would be paid, her step son's future was assured and in return, she accepted to be a human horse in Esther's stable for the next five years. She was twenty four and would be twenty nine at the end of the contract. The lawyers, like automata, left the room in a file. Esther looked at Sabrina with a gleam in her ere, obviously satisfied with her new acquisition.
"Well, then you've done it. That wasn't so difficult, was it?"
Sabrina raised her eyes to meet Esther's, she saw her in an entirely new light. Her gaze was predatory. She had not noticed earlier but now it struck her. Esther was wearing a riding suit: white blouse with long sleeves, jodhpurs and knee high riding boots. When Esther picked the riding crop from the mantle, her habit was complete.
She could not find enough courage to sustain her gaze and, as she had been doing a lot since she first arrived at Esther's domain estate, she lowered her head and looked at the floor. Esther approached her and with the tip of the riding crop under the chin slowly raised her head. A tear pearled at the corner of her eye.
"Now, come on, cheer up! There's no reason to be sad, your problems are over, everything has been taken care of for you. Give me a smile. . . . "
Reluctantly, Sabrina smiled. Esther put one arm around her shoulder, the one holding the crop, so that the crop stuck out and down in front of Sabrina. Slowly her feelings changed from sadness to fear, fear that Esther would hit her with that thing. Suddenly she realized that somehow she was accepting the absurd situation she was in. Her mind, by some crazy logic, had granted Esther the right to strike her with that crop.
Esther knew from experience what was going on in Sabrina's head, she owned other pony girls before. She also knew that the next couple of weeks would be very hard for Sabrina. The most difficult part would be the psychological adaptation to her new status. Once that was done, her training would be a breeze.
She took a small object from her pocket with her free hand and told Sabrina to open her mouth. When she did, Esther put the object in her mouth: a cube of sugar!
"Lets get out of here. A library is hardly a place for a horse and Mr. Benson is waiting for us." Saying that, Esther led her out of the room.
The basement of Esther's mansion was like most such buildings. It was used for storage of supplies and as a wine cellar. Only hers differed in that an area had been set up especially for her hobby.
As the two women crossed a heavy door, Esther said: "Welcome to the stable!" If Sabrina still had doubts about the rumors on Esther, they were instantly dissipated when she entered the room. It looked like a stable, a human pony stable.
She turned around wanting the flee, but Esther blocked her way. Her submissiveness of a moment ago was gone. She fought to get out, to defend her vanishing freedom, but it was useless, Esther was much stronger than her and when Mr. Benson tied her arms in the back at the elbows, she realized that her struggles would be futile in front of overwhelming force. The only defense she had left was her voice and she screamed, calling for help, but the sound never made it outside the walls of the room.
She was brought screaming to a stainless steel frame. A bar was raised between her back and pinioned arms. A strap was buckled around her wrists and the loose end tied to a ring at the base of the frame. Her elbows were released but the bar was raised. Then Mr. Benson and Esther, each taking a leg, tied her knees at hip level at right angles. In spite of the pain that the bar caused her, Sabrina struggled. All she accomplished by that was to raise the skirt of her dress so that the crotch of her panty hose was now exposed to view.
"It's indecent. . . . You can't do that to me! Stop. . . let me go, I've changed my mind. HELP. . . HELP . . . SOMEONE HELP ME . . . !" and she struggled some more in her restraints, her lower legs whipping the air futilely.
Esther bringing the crop up from under, hit Sabrina at the crotch. The girl in the frame screamed at the pain.
"You better calm down, there's more where this one came from."
Sabrina, not wanting to repeat the painful experience, calmed down. It was hard to maintain her control through what followed. Esther with a pair of scissors, was cutting her dress. The dress fell open at the front to reveal her bra. She cut through both sleeves at the shoulder and the dress hung in her back, held only by the pressure of her body on the bar. Esther pulled it out. One by one she cut the shoulder straps of her bra, then pulling at the bra, she cut it open to reveal Sabrina's firm erect tits. Sabrina. during the ordeal, had tried to talk herself out of the deal but Esther was not listening.
"My god, Esther, I think you've got yourself a talking horse! A good curb bit should take care of that problem nicely. Should I put the bridle on her now?" asked Mr. Benson.
"No Jack, not yet. I have to fix her hair first. The bridle would only get in the way. But why don't you start your veterinary examination now while I cut the panty hose loose." answered Esther.
When Sabrina's last guard fell, her secret was revealed to the world: she was a natural blonde! The vet's examination was embarrassing. Having her mouth, eyes and all examined was okay and Sabrina was no prude but in her exposed and vulnerable position, the probing of her body brought a deep blush. She blushed even more when Benson cupped her sex and told Esther that they would have to get rid of "that" before he examined her sex. "That" was her bush of which she was so proud. Her golden curls testified that she was not a fake blonde. She tried to plead but to no avail.
"Get serious Sabrina. When was the last time you saw a horse with a bush? No, it has to go!" Esther's logic was infallible.
A thick lather was applied, and with a few strokes of the razor within minutes her pube was smooth all over. Sabrina sobbed at the loss and at the realization that she no longer had control over what happened to her body. As she watched Benson putting on rubber gloves and applying a generous portion of Vaseline on them, she knew she would not like what was coming and yet she felt strangely excited at the prospect. With no further ado, Benson started the examination of her sex. First he slipped one finger in her vagina, turning his hand this way and that way, she could feel him probing inside. It was not painful, just uncomfortable. After all a finger is much smaller than a cock, only more curious and versatile! The insertion of the second finger was much closer to the real thing. Although she could feel her lips stretched, she felt shame, for she knew the ease of her impalement was not entirely due to the Vaseline. She hated herself for being excited. When the third finger made its way inside her, she thought Benson would tear her apart. She had never taken anything so big before. Fortunately this lasted only a few seconds.
"She'll take a number 4 nicely." was Benson's comment after removing his fingers. But he was not done just yet. His finger traced the crack of her ass and without warning slipped into her anus. She lifted herself up to dislodge the finger, but the hand followed her motion. Soon the lone finger was joined by a second one. She felt as if she were being stabbed and she screamed her pain out.
"She's a bit tight in the ass. It will have to be stretched. We'll start her on the number one for the first few days and work our way up from there. She is ready for the belt. . . . "
Sabrina watched Esther walk behind her with an intricate harness of rawhide. A six inch wide belt was wrapped around her waist and buckled in the back with five small straps on roller buckles. It was not overly tight, just enough to let her know she was wearing it. All kinds of straps hung from the belt. One by one they were brought into position. But first she met with number '4'! It was a huge shiny ribbed metal dildo. It had a large base to prevent full insertion but Sabrina suspected it was an unnecessary precaution. It was so long, that once inside her it could only come out. The metal when it touched her felt cold. Soon the temperature of the thing was the least of her concerns. It was so wide, she felt her lips stretched as Benson pushed the head of the dildo inside her. The dildo was narrower behind the head and when it disappeared inside her love tunnel, her lips hugged the dildo behind it. Benson let go of the dildo, and it hung there from her cunt for a few second before the weight of the solid metal brought it down on the floor. He picked it up and pushed it back in as before. Then pushing harder, he got the first rib past her pussy lips. Patiently, he pushed all the ribs in until the base rested on her crotch. With number 4 in place, the crupper strap was brought between her legs and pulled tight with a tug at the back, forcing the dildo even deeper inside her.
"With this crupper in place, the stallions won't have access to her until she's ready for breeding." said Benson very clinically.
Then the breast harness was fixed in place. Leather straps went around her breasts leaving most of them exposed but well supported. There were more straps dangling but they were left for later. Instead, Benson and Esther each took one of Sabrina's feet between their legs, with their backs to Sabrina. They cut her toe nails as short as they could and removed the red polish she had. Then each proceeded to lace on a shoe, or rather a boot, for they reached several inches up her ankles. The boots were rigid and forced her feet in line with the leg, only the toes were bent at a right angle. Sabrina was intrigued, in her position she could not see the boots, but only feel them. When they were done, she got a front row seat at the spectacle. The boots made her feet look like she had hooves, for the toe portion was shaped like a horse's hoof. The hooves left the heels bare and were laced in the back in two sections above and below the heel. The only part of her feet that retained any mobility were her toes. When she put them in line with her leg she noticed that the hooves even had horse shoes!
The knee straps were undone and she was made to experiment with her new footwear. When her foot made contact with the floor, she expected her weight to rest on her toes, but instead the whole boot supported her thanks to an intricate system of rods hidden by the leather inside the boots. To prevent her from kicking, a small ring at the back of the hoof was fixed to a ring in the floor.
Benson then approached her in this new position with a rubber covered metal device in his hand. He asked her to open her mouth and inserted the device. It looked like a strange sort of clam that matched her upper and lower teeth. Benson turned a screw and the clam started opening in her mouth, forcing her jaws wide apart until Sabrina thought it would break. But it did not happen. A bar was fixed in front of her and the clam thing screwed to it so that her head was now bowed and immovable.
"Might as well get her nose pierced now that she can't move." Benson said.
And with that, he got alcohol and a local anesthetic. To Sabrina's horror, he pierced her septum and inserted a small stud. When he moved to her nipples, even in her straining position she managed to struggle some. But her position was defenseless. Both nipples were pierced and adorned with golden rings and small bells.
Next, Esther wet Sabrina's hair with a spray bottle. Then taking a comb, she started parting her hair. First she drew a line about an inch higher then her hair line in front causing the long wet hair to dangle in front of Sabrina's eyes. Taking hold of these overgrown bangs with one hand, Esther took an electric clipper with the other and simply ran it from side to side on Sabrina's forehead. Her hair line had just been raised one inch at the front with only a short blonde stubble left. Carefully, Esther placed the fallen hair on a table nearby. Then using the comb again she drew two more lines about an inch and a half apart, from the nape of the neck to the top of the head. Very carefully, she ran the clipper on each side of her head, leaving only a band of hair about an inch and a half wide from the top of her head to her neck. The hair that was left was braided tight to the scalp with small red ribbons at intervals. The rest of her head was then given a close shave.
While Esther was shaving her, Benson had taken hold of the hair on the table and using different solutions, had made the hair more stiff. Painstakingly the fallen hair was fixed to a support. When he was done, it looked like a horse's tail. That done, Benson went in front of Sabrina with a V shaped object in his hand: number '1,' a special rubber butt plug. It was made on the same principle as the rubber bottle caps with a plunger. When the plunger is at rest, there is a hump on the rubber end. When the plunger is pushed in, the rubber stretches and the hump disappears only to reappear when the pressure on the plunger is released. The butt plug, because of size and the much thicker rubber, used a screw instead of a push rod. The plug was cone shaped and over two inches wide at the hump. The neck was a good inch and a half where it met the other branch of the V. Inserting the long screw at the base of the plug he demonstrated to Sabrina how it worked. Then, with the plug fully extended and slightly more than an inch the whole length, he applied a lubricant jelly on it and went behind Sabrina for the impalement. A large metal ring conveniently placed on the crupper strap, allowed full access to Sabrina's anus.
With no further ado, he pushed the stretched butt plug up her ass until the junction of the V came to rest on the ring. Then, he unscrewed the plunger and Sabrina could feel the demon growing inside her with every turn of the screw. When the screw finally came out, she felt a stabbing pain in her ass and beads of sweat were pearling on her shaved head and face. On the branch of the V that stuck out, Benson fixed the tail he had fashioned with her hair earlier. Moving back, he and Esther admired their creation. With the tail of stiffened hair sticking at a forty five degree angle, she looked more and more like a horse.
If only Sabrina had known what was in stock for her. But they were not done with her yet. With her head still held by the clam, her arms were released and the bar in her back removed. Esther and Benson working in tandem slipped long leather gloves on her arms. They actually reached just over the shoulder where they were fixed to the rest of her harness in front and back. The gloves had no fingers and forced her hands into a fist. They were laced tight the whole length. Her arms were bent at the elbows and strapped tight to her upper arms. A short strap attached to the belt on each side was then passed through rings at the elbows and pulled tight. Only her two little stump fists had any motion left in them.
At last, they put the bridle on her. It had a high collar the forced her head high, and a full head harness, with straps crossing everywhere. Her peripheral vision was cut off by blinders and her speech was impaired by a curb bit. The bit went behind her teeth inside the mouth and had U shaped section so her lips would not be stretched that far back. The bit had a spoon shape attachment to push her tongue back should she become too talkative.
Esther had to help her for support as she led her to a carousel. With her new hooves, each step was an experience in balance. Two straps dangling from the carousel were attached to rings at her shoulders so she would hurt herself if she fell. The carousel was set in motion. Round and round it went and Sabrina could only follow.
At first, the shoulder straps gave her most of the support she needed and her legs only played catch up with the carousel. Gradually, she found her balance. When Esther was satisfied that she was comfortable with her steps, she started using the crop on Sabrina's ass to force her to raise her knees. By the time Sabrina finally managed this new step, her right ass cheek, the one exposed to Esther's crop, sported a large red spot. Sabrina thought it would never end, but eventually the carousel stopped and Esther unfastened the straps holding her to the carousel.
Esther then led her by the leash to the showers. On the way they passed her stall. The name plate read "Golden Fury." As they walked along a corridor to the showers, Sabrina always high stepping, she saw her reflection on a mirror at the end of the corridor. She fell in love with her reflection. It was not going to be such a bad five years after all. And as she turned into the shower room, she turned her head to catch a glimpse of her wiggling tail. . . .