1. Sue is Taken.

Sue was on an extended vacation; she inherited some money when her parents passed away and decided to take time off from college and travel. Being single and no steady boyfriend, she was free to do as she wished. It had been a grand tour so far, she had traveled all of England, Europe and now she was in the Near East, in Istanbul, Turkey, to be exact. Being twenty-three and a little naive in some of the ways of the world, she thought nothing of roaming the local bazaars alone.

She was shopping around for a nice wall-hanging for her dorm-room when she returned to college. She was lost trying to figure out the currency exchange rate and was getting more perplexed as time went on. She knew that she was being taken advantage of and being treated like a typical woman tourist, which she was. Just because she stood no more than five-feet tall and a hundred pounds, well one-o-three to be exact, that was still no way to treat a lady!

She was just about to give up when a nice looking middle-aged Turkish gentleman walked up to her and asked, in very good English, if he might be of some assistance.

“I...well I was trying to buy a rug for my dorm room back home but I don’t seem to be having any luck trying to make myself understood.”

“I might be able to help you out, a friend of mine owns an import-export company and he will treat you fairly.”

“Well...I don’t know...I really shouldn’t. I don’t know you at all and...”

“You can trust me, I will make sure that no harm comes to you and if you find nothing there that you like, I will call you a cab back to your hotel. The warehouse is only a few blocks from here.”

As they were walking along he told her his name was Amead, that he was a partner in the company and head buyer, that he could get her a wall-hanging for wholesale.

“If I might be so bold as to ask, why does your husband let you go shopping alone in a strange city?”

Amead was very easy to talk to and get along with; he was a very charismatic, erudite and traveled person. She went on to tell him her name, that she was single, and about the death of her parents. She told him about her taking time off from school, about her travels and the many places that she had visited.

“And what about the rest of your family, your brothers or sisters, do they not worry about you traveling alone?”

“Oh, I have no brothers or sisters, I’m an only child.”

“How long has it been since you been back in the United States”

“I took a semester off from college, but plan to be back in the fall.”

“And where might that be, if I might ask”?

“I don’t think you would know the name of the school; it’s a private girl’s school in Western Massachusetts.”

“It wouldn’t be Mount Western or John’s College by any chance, would it? And might I guess, Mount Holyoke?”

“Waa, how did you guess, Mount Western, Amead?”

Laughing, “Just a guess. My niece is attending that very school. She started this past semester. She must have started when you left. And your pretty accent is not from the Eastern part of the state.”

They were talking and exchanging information like they were old friends and the time just vanished. They were now at the warehouse. Sue didn’t realize it but Amead had taken her down so many side-streets that she was totally lost; she would never find her way back to her hotel by herself. Amead led her into the warehouse and started to show her some of the rugs and wall hangings that were laid out on display. She was so engrossed in looking at the wall hangings that she didn’t see the other man step up behind her. He grabbed her from behind; with one hand over her mouth he stuffed a chloroformed cloth across her nose. Slowly sinking to the floor, her legs feeling like Jell-O, she passed out.

“While she is out we might as well take her measurements and other vitals for His Highness before she gets to the island.”

Taking an index card they began to write:
Age: 22
Bust: size-34C
Waist: 21 inches,
Hip: 34 inches
Height: 5 feet even
Hair: color-ash blonde, Length 3 feet
Feet: size 5

“Damn! She is a tiny one,” said the other fellow. “She will not be good for pulling a cart, will she?”

“Maybe,” replied Amead, “His Highness will find her to be a great show pony, for display. We better finish; the plane will be here in half-an-hour”

Eyes: violet
Nose: perky
Vagina: tight, inch-and a half
Clit: Thick and protruding
Side note: Would be perfect for show and display pony.

“Not much of a nose ring for this one, my friend,” said the other fellow. “I wouldn’t mind having this one for myself.”

“Ah, yes,” replied Amead. “But she is to be a personal pony for His Highness; a gift from yours truly. I have an idea for her that he might find intriguing.” Pinching her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and pulling on it, he continued: “And her nipple rings will be exquisite looking on her. Her pussy will easily accommodate multiple rings, along with her clit ring and chain.”

When she awoke she was completely trussed up. Her hands were tightly bound to her waist, along with her elbows and shoulders tight to her torso. Her ankles were bound together as were her knees and thighs. There was a huge ball-gag shoved in her mouth, buckled tightly behind her head, and a scarf over her eyes. When she tried moving she felt that some type of dildo was impaled in her pussy and also her ass. She was rolled in a heavy rug which was also bound with heavy cord. Sue could make out bits of the conversation between Amead and the other man, who seemed to have a British accent. Something about: “her master, and being his personal little pony to decorate and display.” ‘Oh my God,’ she thought: ‘Pussy rings. Nipple rings. Nose rings. What’s to become of me?’

“Hey, the car is here now. Let’s go!”

Sue felt herself being lifted up and placed over the shoulder of one of the men, carried out and placed into the trunk of a waiting car. She must have traveled about a half hour. She could hear the whine of a jet plane as she was hoisted aboard and the hatch slammed home. She figured she was in the air about an hour when the wheels finally touched ground. She was again hoisted over someone’s shoulder and carried to a waiting truck.

She was placed on some type of soft material and the cords around the rug were removed. She was then rolled from the rug, only to find that she was in a stable lying on a bed of straw. The first thing they did was to place a metal collar around her neck and lock it on. The collar had a ring in front, and one on each side. A stout chain was attached to it and secured to a heavy ring imbedded in the floor with six-inches of slack. They then started to cut her bindings, first her ankles, then her knees. Metal cuffs were placed on her ankles and also locked in place, but these had only two links of chain and secured to another heavy ring also imbedded in the floor. Next they cut the cords around her elbows and then her hands, leaving her shoulders tied. Before she could reach out, her wrists were placed in metal cuffs, locked on. Taking one wrist it was locked on to one of the rings on the side of her collar and then the other on the other side. When finished locking her wrists to her collar, they cut the cords around her shoulders and then her thighs.

“If you behave yourself and say nothing we will remove your gag. His Highness attended Oxford University in his youth, where he developed a taste for ponygirls that used to be American and British. So we must all speak to you in English. Do you understand what I have said? If you do, nod your head.”

To her surprise, she was addressed in English! Sue gently lifted her head and nodded.

“Good,” he said, as he removed her gag, placing it on a peg in her stall. “This is your gag and will stay here with you always. Rest now, for tomorrow will start your transformation from human to pony. The blacksmith will be in shortly to measure you for your permanent adornments, and these will never be removed. This is now your new home. Forever!”

Sue now realized that she would never be free, free to travel and see the world. This was now her world, such as it was, a world of always being a pony. She started to think of what the men in Turkey had said: “A nose ring. Nipple rings. And a pussy ring --- NO, multiple pussy rings!”

Sue had read about ponygirls from stories on the net, but surely they were only stories, weren’t they? The idea started to become more intriguing --- well all except the nose ring part. Yes! The more she thought about it the more she loved this new life she was being forced into. She was even getting wet between the legs just thinking about it. Even the nose ring didn’t sound all that bad, it sounded kind of sexy, now that she thought about it.

As she was contemplating her fate she didn’t hear her stall gate open. A man carrying a pail of water, some shaving cream, a straight razor, and a small stool, entered her stall.

“I am here to prepare you for tomorrow; you will not say a word, if you do, I will not hesitate to replace your gag.”

Reaching behind him he produced a six-foot lead chain and clamped it to the front ring on her collar and removed the one that held her to the floor. Lifting her up, he placed another chain on her right ankle. He locked that cuff to the ring that originally held her head to the floor, forcing her to stand spread-eagled. Taking the collar lead he attached it to an overhead ring mounted to a rafter. In this position she could barely move. He then released one of her wrists.

“Now hold your arm straight out and when I tell you, raise it over your head.”

When she hesitated for a few seconds, he took the crop from his belt and gave her a taste of the cane. Sue shrieked out in pain, but he did not relent until he had placed ten red streaks on her ass, five strokes across both her ass cheeks, making sure that the skin was not broken and would not leave any welts.

“Now you will do as I say!”

Sue quickly lifted her arm as she continued to weep in pain. She was never going to make that mistake again.

He wet down her arm, applied some shaving cream, and shaved her from her shoulder to her fingers. And when he told her, she raised her arm, he shaved her underarm. When finished he relocked her wrist cuff to her collar and proceeded to do the other arm. He shaved her back all the way to the crack of her ass and also her front just stopping short of her pussy hairs. He did both legs, including the tiny hairs on her toes.

“And now for my favorite part; I always save the best for last.”

Reaching for the stool, he placed it in front of her and sat down. Taking two fingers, he forced open her pussy lips, and rammed them inside her. She let out a deep moan and a soft whimper.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” He said with a snicker. Taking his fingers out, they came away wet with her juices. “Oh, I see you do!” Licking his finger he asked, “Want a taste? So sorry, can’t have one!”

Taking a soft rag, he wet her pussy hairs and applied shaving cream to her mound.

“Now don’t move; we wouldn’t want any little nicks now, do we!”

Making sure she was completely smooth, he rubbed depilatory cream on her mound, let it set for a while and then rubbed her clean.

After letting Sue air dry, he proceeded to measure her wrists, ankles, feet, waist and neck. He also measured her upper thighs, and just above her elbows, her torso under her breasts and just under her armpits.

“You are to be a special little pony. You will have every one of your adornments specially made, even your harness will be custom made. No other pony will be decorated like you. Even your hoofs have to be custom made. I don’t have your size in stock, and I will be up all night working on them. Oh, one last thing before I forget, your tail!” Reaching in his tool pouch he brought out a large pair of scissors. Grabbing her hair and pulling it up and tight to her head, he cut it off. “Don’t worry; you will be getting it back real soon. Get some rest; a groom will be in to release you shortly.”

As she was hanging from the rafter, a groom came in and started to stroke her behind; he stuck his thumb cruelly up her ass as far as he could, inserted two fingers up her pussy and squeezed her clit as tight as he could. She never felt such intense pain. She tried to resist him, but chained as she was, she could do nothing to stop him.

“Special pony my ass, tonight you are mine!”

He released her chain from the rafter, had her bend over, and locked the chain from her collar to her ankles; with her hands locked to her collar, and her ass in the air, she was totally open.

Now concentrating on her mound, he rammed two fingers into her pussy, and using his thumb and forefinger; he pinched her clit, hard! She let out a stifled cry and almost fell over, but with his fingers in her pussy, he held her up. Using his other hand he undid his pants letting them fall around his ankles. Removing his finger, he cruelly and without mercy, shoved his cock into her in one quick thrust. He kept pumping into her until he emptied his load deeply in her pussy. When finished he had her kneel in front of him and made her lick him clean.

She never felt so dirty or humiliated in her life.

He then reconnected her chain to the rafter and left her hanging there, crying softly to herself, with her pussy throbbing in pain and her ass on fire.

“Hey, little one,” a soft female voice spoke out just above a whisper. “My name is Redwing. Don’t cry; it won’t do you any good. The grooms can do just about anything they want, short of marking us. What did he mean by you being a special pony?”

“I overheard the men that grabbed me say that because of my size I was to be the master’s special little pony and that I was too be decorated and displayed.”

“Special little pony because of your size! Just how little are you?”

“I’m just five feet tall and weigh one-hundred-and-three pounds. And---and he cut off all my long beautiful hair.”

“My, you are a tiny one! Oh, you mean the Smithy! And just how long was your hair?”

“Fully let down it’s---it used to hang down well past my ass.”

“Past your ass! With your tail sticking out your ass, your tail will be dragging on the ground.”

“My---my ass! You mean to say that they are going to use my own hair to make a tail and stick it up my ass. How---how are they...?”

“They attach it to a butt-plug and stick that up your ass. You will wear it for the rest of your life...”

“But how do we, you know, go to the bathroom?”

“They remove it twice a day for a half-hour, once in the---Uh oh, I hear the overseer coming. He makes some noise to let us know he is coming. Now be quiet.”

The overseer entered Sue’s stall, released the chains from her ankles and the one hanging from the rafter. “I am going to lock your lead to the ring on the floor, which should be a little more comfortable for you. But first I want to examine your preparations for tomorrow. Now stand tall, your legs spread wide and your arms straight out.”

Remembering her sore ass and pussy, she immediately did as told.

He slowly worked his hands over every inch of her body. He let his hand rest on her mound, and gently stroking it, he inserted two fingers deep inside her, working them around a little. Again she let out a soft moan at his gentle caress.

“I see that the Smithy was right. You do enjoy it, don’t you,” he said, as he kept up his gentle stroking. “I see that a groom was in here too. Now wash my fingers with your mouth before I chain you in for the night.”

Sue took his fingers in her mouth, tasting her own juices, licking them clean.

As he laid her down to lock her in for the night, he said: “You did real good for your first day. Just keep behaving, do what you’re told, and you will start to enjoy being a pony. Remember, the better you behave, the less the punishment. Now get to sleep. And no talking.”