Chapter 2. The Ranch

Five days later they arrived at the ranch, the trunk was unloaded and brought into the stable. There it was set into a stall and left for Morning Star to open. Taking the key she opened the trunk and peered inside. There she was, her prized pony, trussed up and ready to greet her new home. Morning Star attached a lead to Strawberry’s collar, helped her from the trunk and led her over to a wall that had a ring imbedded in it. From this ring was a long chain that was now connected to her collar and the lead removed.

“Well Strawberry, welcome to your new home, I just know you will love it here. Later on, my blacksmith will be in to put on your shoes and your brand. For now I will remove the ballgag and let you rest. You will find that the chain will allow you to walk around your stall but not long enough for you to reach the stall gate.”

Strawberry tried to speak but because of the ballgag being in for so long, her mouth was so dry and parched that she could only make harsh raspy sounds.

“There is plenty of water for you to drink, just dunk your head in and lap it up like any other pony would do. Have fun; see you in a little bit, my Strawberry Rose.”

‘How long is Morning Star going to hold this grudge?’ Jen asked herself.

About four hours went by when Morning Star returned, followed by a big, barrel-chested Mexican. “This Strawberry, is my blacksmith Ramon, he will be mounting your shoes on you and placing my brand on your pretty rump. Now be good and follow him or I will put a lead on you and drag you to his shop!”

“No, please Morning Star, I beg you, don’t brand me. I’m sorry that I picked on you. Please!”

“Strawberry, you have two choices, you can follow willingly or be dragged forcefully, your choice.”

Strawberry knew that Morning Star meant what she said. No matter what, she was going to have horseshoes mounted to the hoofs and be branded with a red-hot branding iron. She rose to her feet and apathetically followed Morning Star to the blacksmith shop with Ramon in the lead.

It was then that Strawberry found out that she was not the only one in this hellhole. There were at least a dozen other young women in stalls, trussed up as her. ‘Oh God, what kind of place is this, the way they treat women?’

Strawberry was led into a room that was set up as a typical blacksmith shop. In the center was a large anvil and next to that was a large brazier filled with glowing red-hot coals. Sticking out was a long rod that had a wooden handle attached. To one side stood a huge wooden bench. Strawberry was led over to the bench, forced to bend over with her breasts crushed to its surface. Her ankles were tied to rings mounted to the floor. A thick strap was placed across her back and shoulders then buckled tight and her wrists tied to the sides in front of her. No matter how hard she tried, there was no way she was going anywhere.

“Some owners insert a ballgag into their pony’s mouth to muffle their screams, but I enjoy hearing my ponies beg for mercy and scream as the brand is applied.”

The blacksmith reached down and untied Strawberry’s left ankle, placing it between his legs he nailed to her hoof a bright shiny horseshoe. When finished he retied her ankle and then did her other hoof. Strawberry now had her horseshoes permanently nailed to her hoofs. Without warning he grabbed the iron and applied it to her right ass cheek. Her whole body went ridged, her mouth opened wide, but no sound came forth. It took a few seconds before the pain in her ass registered with her brain. She let out such a high-pitched shriek she could be heard throughout the stable. She mercifully passed out.

Later that day she awoke to find Morning Star kneeling over her applying a soothing healing balm to her brand. Her arms were now brought behind her back and again laced in the single glove. ‘Well, I see you’re awake. Branding is by far the worst that will be inflected upon you. You are now a true ponygirl, my ponygirl. You belong to me and me alone, body, soul, and mind. You will answer only to me, or my grooms. Understand?

“Jessie, why are you doing this to...?”

“Insolent pony, you will address me as, ‘Mistress Morning Star,’ when speaking to me, do you understand me!” She then struck Strawberry across the mouth, drawing a trickle of blood to the corner of her lower lip.

“Yes Mistress Morning Star, I understand.”

“Good, now that we understand each other. You picked on me from the start of grade school and through Junior High. Even when you moved away the heckling and the name-calling went on all through High School. Your Mom and Dad were good people, but you’re kind treated us like trash because we’re Indians. The day you went away you told everyone that my Pop stole this land from your father and that’s why you had to move away. You knew that my Pop bought this land from your dad. You knew your dad offered to sell this land to pop when he found out that he was being transferred back East. That nasty roomer is what killed my Mom and Dad, They died from broken hearts.”

“Please Mistress, may I speak?”

“Go on, speak.”

“Please let me go and I will tell the whole town that I lied and apologize to you in front of them.”

“You poor little fool, most of your old crowd moved away in disgrace, the good people wanted nothing to do with them. They knew what kind of prejudicial lies your friends spread about us Indians and Mexicans. No my pretty pet, you will stay here and be my personal pony. If you ever manage to run away, which I doubt, you would be brought back here. Your name and the name of my ranch on your groin is proof of my ownership. Besides if anyone looks under your left breast they will see your registration number tattoo. Now let’s get started on your training, we have a lot of work to do.”

Strawberry felt lost, she never thought this could happen, especially to her. She was now alone; nobody would miss her, no family, and no real friends that she could count on for help. When Morning Star snapped the lead to her nose ring, Strawberry, with head bowed, meekly followed behind. She was led to what looked like a maypole, but instead of ribbons hanging down, a series of five shafts extended out about six feet from its center. Strawberry’s bit reins were hitched to the end of a shaft and a motor was started.

“You will lift your knee even with your hips and then bring it down in a smooth, firm, even manner. Now start, left, right, left, right. That’s it, just keep it up, your doing fine.”

The pace was slow and easy going, Strawberry had no trouble keeping up. This pace went on for the next twenty minutes. When it started going faster, she now had to pick up her pace too, to keep up. This went on for over an hour, every twenty minutes or so the motor would pick up speed. By the time Morning Star returned, Strawberry was running, if she slowed down the shaft in back would smack her across her shoulder blades. She knew this because she was hit seven times already. Her upper arms were red and sore where the shaft struck. Morning Star slowed down the motor so Strawberry was walking at a slow cool-down trot then stopped it.

“You did just fine, by the time we’re finished you will be able to keep up and never feel the shaft behind you. Let’s go to your stall and I will rub some nice healing balm on your arms.” Morning Star attached the lead to Strawberry’s nose ring and led her back into her stall. There waiting for her was a large basin of fresh cold water. Strawberry looked at the basin and then to her as if to say, ‘how am I supposed to drink with a bit in my mouth and my hands tied behind my back?’

“Just like any other pony would do, you stick your face in and lap up the water with your tongue. I’ll be back shortly with your supper.”

Strawberry bent over and stuck her face in the basin, it felt so cool and refreshing. She came up sputtering and choking, she had to be careful how she drank the water; she had to make sure she kept her nose out of the water. She figured out how to bend her head back and stick her tongue in the water and lap it up.

Morning Star returned with a bucket of feed, she went over to the trough and dumped it in. “Here’s your supper, nice oats, barley, and fresh vegetables.”

“Mithrih may I peek?” asked Strawberry as best she could.

“Yes you may speak,” replied Morning Star.

Mithrih, ould you pleth remov my bit tho I can eat my thupper, pleth? I promith I will be a good pony.”

Morning Star just looked at Strawberry, she couldn’t believe how quick Strawberry was at becoming a pony. For her first time on the carousel she did better then expected and now she asked very politely to have her bit removed so she might eat. “Very well, I will remove your bit so you may eat, but, as soon as you finish, the bit goes back in. You will have one-half hour, Understand!”

“Yeth mithrih, I promith to eat all my thupper.”

“Very well then, you have one-half hour from now.” She stepped over to Strawberry and removed the bit.

“Thank you Mistress, I promise to have my supper finished in one-half hour.” She went over to the trough and started to eat.

Exactly one-half hour later Morning Star returned to Strawberry’s stall. Strawberry was standing over the water basin lapping up the water. When she heard her mistress return she stopped drinking and high-stepped over to her. “Mistress, I am ready to have you replace my bit. I finished all my supper and was just washing it down with the last of my water.”

Morning Star looked into the trough and indeed it was empty. “I see you missed some.” Said Morning Star as she looked at Straw-berry. Strawberry looked as if the whole world just came crashing down upon her. Morning Star went over to Strawberry and flicked a few crumbs from under her chin. “There, now you finished your supper. You know what’s next?”

“Yes Mistress.” Strawberry stood in front of Morning Star and opened her mouth so that Morning Star could reinsert her bit.

Wait here a minute, I will be right back. Morning Star left but didn’t replace the bit. She returned a few minutes later with a fresh basin of water. She turned and started to head for the gate, “Ops, I almost forgot. Turn around so that I can reinsert your bit.”

Strawberry again stood in front of her mistress with her mouth open ready for the bit. When Morning Star left for the night Strawberry realized that the bit strap was not as tight as it had been during the day. She could easily work her tongue and her speech was much clearer. She only wished that her hands were free so she could feel the rings piercing her flesh. She so wanted to touch her pussy, how smooth it looked with no hair, and the rings locked together to form a chastity lock. Too play with her nipples, tweak them; roll them between her fingers and tug on their rings. She could feel the extra heavy ring piercing her septum and the way it rested on the edge of her top lip. Actually she thought they all looked exotic the way they shimmered in the moonlight. She was getting turned on just thinking about them, her juices were dripping from her pussy and running down her inner thigh.

It must have been a couple of hours that passed by before Strawberry lay down on her straw bed and finally dozed off. She had a frightful sleep, tossing and turning; she dreamt of all the mean, spiteful things that she and her friends said about Jessie, (‘Morning Star’), the other Indians, and the Mexicans. She woke screaming, “No, no, I didn’t mean it!” She was drenched in sweat and shivering profusely.

It was at this same time that Morning Star entered the stables and heard Strawberry screaming and huddled in a corner crying hysterically. She ran over to Strawberry’s stall, flew open the gate and rushed over to find out what was wrong. Touching the pony on the shoulder, she saw she was shaking violently and sweating so bad that even the straw was wet. She removed the bit and stroked Strawberry on the cheek.

“Strawberry, what’s wrong, are you hurt, are you in pain?”

When Strawberry realized who it was, she got on her knees and crawled over to her. “Oh Mistress, please forgive me Mistress Morning Star, I’m truly sorry that I hurt you and your folks. Please call Ramon so that I can beg him to forgive all that I said about his people.”

Morning Star now realized that Strawberry really was sorry for all the things she had said and done. Ramon entered just then and Strawberry crawled on her knees over to him. “Ramon please forgive me for all the bad things I said about you and your people.” Ramon just stood there, bewilderment showing on his face.

“Ramon, I believe that Strawberry is truly sorry for all the malicious stories and falsehoods that she has told.”

“Oh, yes mistress Morning Star, I truly am sorry for all the misery that I caused you, and also you Ramon.”

“I hope, Strawberry, that you realize this changes nothing, you will still be my pony, my personal pony forevermore.”

“Yes Mistress, I understand fully. I will be yours forevermore.”

“Ramon, take Strawberry out to the pasture so she may relieve herself and then take her over to the carousel for more training.”

“Yes Miss Jessie. How long do you want her on the carousel this time?”

About an hour and a half. Set the times for twenty minutes each pace.”

“Very well Miss Jessie.”

Strawberry, with no lead, followed Ramon out to the pasture where she was allowed to run free and relieve herself. When finished she proudly high-stepped over to the carousel where her reins were attached to a shaft and the motor turned on. In the time the carousel was on, she was only hit in the back, once, but only lightly. Ramon watched over his charge carefully, making sure that every twenty minutes Strawberry was given plenty of water. When finished she was led back to the pasture.

“Miss Strawberry, I was told if you did well that I could remove your bit and let you run free. Do you promise that you will return when called?”

Strawberry nodded her head up and down enthusiastically.

“Very well then, turn around so that I might remove your bit.”

She turned facing away from Ramon and her bit was removed, she was let free to run for the rest of the morning. She made sure she stayed near the water trough and in hearing range. She wanted to prove that she could now be trusted.

As Strawberry was practicing her high-steps, trotting and prancing, she didn’t hear the pony walk up behind her. “Hi there, you must be the new pony, my name is Sweetlips, what’s yours?”

Strawberry turned around to say hello. My name’s Stra...”

Sweetlips is a little thing. She stands just over five-foot three, five-foot six or seven in hoofs. With long wavy light brown hair, and the bluest twinkling eyes. She has a pretty oval face, straight even white teeth, and the brightest smile. When she smiles she has a cute dimple on each cheek.

“Oh, I see, ‘Strawberry Rose’, my, that sure is a pretty name. It must be because of that gorgeous mane of yours.”

“Yes, I think so. Yours is a lovely name, too. Is that because you have sweet kisses?”

She laughed, “No, it’s because my master says that I have such a sweet tasting pussy. He says that it tastes like pure honey.”

Your master! I thought that Mistress Morning Star owned all the ponies on the ranch?”

“Oh, heavens no, Master Bill is my owner, he sent me here for training. I’ve been here for about six weeks. I will be going home in two days. This afternoon I will get his brand on my tush and have my name and his name tattooed on my groin, just like yours.

“You must be proud, being owned by Mistress Morning Star, she’s one of the best trainers around. I’ve heard horror stories about some other owners and trainers. Oh I’ve been disciplined for making mistakes, but never whipped just for the sake of it.”

“Um, I was wondering, if it was okay with you, and Mistress, could I watch while you get branded and tattooed?”

“It’s okay with me, I’ don’t mind having have a little moral support, but why do you want to watch?”

“Well, when I got my tattoos I was a little out of it. To tell the truth, I was kidnapped by Mistress Morning Star and held captive for two weeks before being brought here. When we were kids together I did some pretty mean things to her and her family. She found me in New York and kept me locked in a room. I was never harmed but at night she gave me a mild sedative. That’s when I was tattooed and ringed. I asked her to forgive me for my wicked treatment of her and her family, and she did. Now I love my tattoos and brand, I wouldn’t leave even if given the choice, I now know this is where I belong, I’m truly happy.”

“Strawberry, can I examine your tattoos and feel them, they look so beautiful on you”

“Sure, but how are you going to feel them? I mean with your arms bound behind your back?”

Sweetlips went over to Strawberry to examine them. She rubbed her nose along the tattoos feeling them then she, ever so softly, kissed Strawberry’s groin. “Oh, they feel so soft, so natural. I thought they would be stiff and dry. I thought they would feel like...like they were painted on. They feel just like silk. The bouquet is simply stunning, it looks so real and the one of the pony, it looks just like you. Maybe if my Master sees them, he just might---”

She began to work her way towards Strawberry’s pussy locks. She placed one of the locks into her mouth and started to gently suck on Strawberry’s mound. She managed to stick the tip of her tongue in between the tiny slit between her lips and wiggle it in. “Oh you taste so good, like...cotton candy...like strawberry cotton candy,” she giggled.

Just then Mistress entered the pasture and whistled. Both ponies came at once. “That’s good ponies, come on, the feed bag is on, time to eat.”

They both followed without the need of a lead. They high stepped to the stable and each went to their respective stalls.

Before Mistress put the feedbag on Strawberry, she asked if she may speak. “Yes Strawberry, you may speak.”

“Mistress Morning Star, May I have permission to watch Sweetlips get her tattoo and brand? I mean only if it is okay with you and her Master?”

“I don’t see way not; I have no problem with that, but it is up to him.”

“Thank you Mistress Morning Star. I think she would like someone there to lend moral support.”

“My you certainly have changed. Why all of a sudden the drastic change?”

“Mistress Morning Star, I now realize how wrong I have been all these years. I was so self-centered and prejudice, I stuck my nose up at everyone. Even in New York, my friends weren’t real friends. They hung around because I was the one who bought the drinks when we went out. It took me a while to realize that this is where I really belong. I truly like my new life, I love my beautiful bouquet, the ponygirl on my thigh, even though it looks like me,” she said, smiling. I especially love the tattoo proudly declaring my name and the one that loves and owns me. Mistress Morning Star, I only wish for one thing in life.”

“And just what might that be?”

“To be able to have my hands free, for ten minutes, so that I might be able to feel my magnificent rings, run my hands over them, tug on them, feel how smooth my pussy is. That would be the best thing to ever happen.”

“And if that ever came to be, then what?”

“I would never ask for anything again, Mistress Morning Star.”

“Come over here and turn around.”

Strawberry high-stepped over to Morning Star and turned around. Morning Star removed Strawberry’s armbinder and said, “You may have your ten-minutes. When alone together you may call me mistress, now enjoy.” She stood there watching her pony.

Strawberry couldn’t believe it, she had ten-minutes to examine herself. She felt her nose ring feeling its thickness, ran her fingers over her nipples tugging on her rings, making the bells ring. She ran her fingers over her pussy, feeling how smooth her sex was and the delicate line of her nether lips. She reached behind and ran her fingers through the long hairs of her tail. She examined her hoofs, the way the shoes were mounted, and the soft leather of her boots. She ran her fingers over the tattoos feeling them, as Sweetlips said, how soft they felt. She even lifted her left breast and looked at her registration number.

“Oh Mistress, everything is exquisite, I never realized how soft and delicate my pussy is, how my rings are attached, they’re truly fantastic. My waist is so small, I love you Mistress. I never want to go back to my old life, this is my home.”