I had been working late and decided to take a short cut home through the local park. I hadn’t gone far when someone was calling me by name, it sounded very much like my flatmate Jill. I looked round and suddenly I was covered with something heavy, like a blanket. I was grabbed round the waist and lifted up. At the same time my legs were caught in a tight grip. The blanket muffled my screams and I was bundled into a van. As soon as whoever it was got me inside, the van moved off, at a leisurely pace so as not to attract attention. I was quickly fastened to the side of the vehicle by a strap going round my middle; my arms were raised above my head and my wrists held in cuffs, also attached to the van, all that remained to secure me fully was to fasten my ankles in the same manner. Once all that had been done the blanket was removed but before I could utter a word of protest a ball gag was pushed roughly into my mouth rendering me speechless.

Even though I was terrified I took a look round and saw there were five other girls all securely fixed to the sides of the van. There were two men in the back of the van and I assumed it was another man, driving. My first thought was that we were going to be raped. My second thought, which I immediately wished that I hadn’t considered was that as we could see our abductors they would have to kill us after they had raped us. I could see that the other girls looked as frightened as me. The men said nothing.

We drove steadily for about thirty minutes and when the van turned into a driveway, I could see then that the driver was indeed another man. They got out of the vehicle, and, leaving us secured, went into the building. I wasn’t alone at that time in trying to release myself but it proved to be impossible. After several minutes the men came back, released us from our straps and carried us into the building. We were unceremoniously dumped on the floor as we were brought through. When we were all in we were fastened to the wall in much the same manner as we were in the van. Again the men left. In all the time they had been with us they hadn’t uttered one word.

I was still making vain attempts to release myself when the door opened and in came a tall woman, about 5’10” tall. She was very beautiful with long jet black hair and wearing a black halter top with a black skirt, black full length gloves adorned her arms and black fishnet stockings with black patent leather stiletto heel shoes. In one hand she was carrying a riding crop but it was what was in her other hand that made me gasp, she was holding three leashes and attached to those leashes were the three men who had abducted us. Each man was completely naked, except for the fact that a chastity device encased his cock, and each cock was straining to be released. I was like a startled rabbit mesmerised by a snake waiting to pounce. I just couldn’t look away.

The woman’s voice rang out loud and clear, "Welcome ladies, welcome. May I say what a pleasure it is for me to have you here. Unfortunately it will not be a pleasure for you."

"Let me introduce myself, I am Mistress Grace. I own this establishment, along with these, and other slaves and of course, you. I expect you are wondering why I have had you brought here? I deal in human ponies and you are to be trained to my high standards and then sold at auction. First though, we must remove your clothes, as you won’t have need of them any more."

With that she handed her slaves a pair of dressmaking scissors each and they proceeded to cut our clothes away. Once the remnants of our clothes had been disposed of Mistress Grace addressed us again. "The training programme we have here is rigorous and harsh, very harsh. You will be punished for each and every infraction of the rules. You will also be punished simply because we want to punish you. Let me now introduce you to the surgeons who will be performing your operations tomorrow."

I gasped, surely she can’t be serious, and they can’t operate on people without their consent. At that precise moment two people, a man and a woman, came through the door. The man was in his fifties, slightly balding and he was wearing thick horn-rimmed spectacles that gave his eyes an owl-like look. The woman was younger, around forty-five; she had dark hair which was done up severely in a bun, she also wore spectacles but of a modern style, she had on a white surgeon’s coat with a stethoscope dangling from the pocket. They were introduced to us as Professor Hans Lieder and Ms Vivienne Rackham. Mistress Grace went on to say that Professor Lieder was a genetic scientist, one of the leading figures in his field and Ms Rackham was a highly respected surgeon, specialising in diseases of the ear, nose and throat.

The first to speak was Ms Rackham, "Hello ladies, I’m here to tell you about the operation that I shall be performing on you tomorrow." She produced a tiny object, which she said was a voice modifier. "What I shall do is attach this little micro-chip to your vocal chords and you will lose the power of speech, instead you will only be able to make whinnying sounds, like the neighing of a horse. The beauty of this little device is that it can be switched on and off so that the wearer is able to speak when the device is switched off. Unfortunately, once you are sold your new owner will not have access to the control module. We will just give you a little demonstration of the voice modifier", she clapped her hands and one of the slaves left the room, returning moments later with what I can only describe as a creature. It was certainly a womanly form but she had hooves, a tail and she was whinnying plaintively. Ms Rackham was brusque and to the point, she told the pony girl to speak, which she did, saying she hoped that we would be as happy . . . when she got to the word happy she immediately started whinnying again although I could see that she was mouthing the words, no intelligible speech could be heard. Ms Rackham waved her hand and the pony girl was taken away. Ms Rackham went on to say that the operation was quite straightforward, and would be performed under a local anaesthetic. It should take no more the fifteen minutes. She then handed over to the professor.

Professor Lieder took a few minutes clearing his throat then without any preamble said, "Among aficionados of human equines, pony girls, it has become increasingly desirable to have their ponies as close to the real thing as possible. We have now reached the stage where it is possible to give human ponies real hooves and tails. What I shall be performing tomorrow is an operation to remove part of the sole of your feet and replace it with one that has a hoof attached. With the advances of modern technology we are able to carry this procedure out without detriment to either the hoof or the girl. I shall also be carrying out a graft to your coccyx bone and attaching a tail." He looked round beaming as though he had told us we had all won the lottery. "I look forward to seeing you all tomorrow."

I was aghast, it was like something out of Frankenstein, surely Jill had seen what had happened and had by now alerted the police.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, it did. Mistress Grace was speaking again. "Now ladies, I’m sure you would like to help us out, you see my slaves here have not had a woman for over six weeks and they are desperate for a fuck. You don’t mind obliging do you?" With that she unlocked the chastity devices and let the slaves loose at us. She certainly had control over them because immediately they were released their cocks became rampant and they started rushing at us. She uttered one word "Stop!" And the slaves halted at once. "You are to leave the gags in, and you are to finish at midnight is that clear? You may carry on."

The next two hours were sheer hell; I didn’t know that men could cum so many times in one evening. I lost count of the number of times I was fucked, in my cunt and up my arse. Finally we were laid out in a star shape with our heads touching while they all jerked off, spraying cum over our faces and tits. We were left where we lay. I for one slept fitfully and it was almost a relief when we were hauled up to be washed ready for our next ordeal.

It wasn’t long arriving. Mistress Grace bounced in to the room, full of the joys of spring, to announce that before were went to the operating theatre her beauticians would be giving us some treatment. The treatment consisted of having our pubic hair permanently removed, being pierced in the nipples and clitoris and having rings inserted. These rings of made of titanium and were spot welded to ensure they were not removed. We were ringed through our septums, again with titanium rings. Finally the hair on the sides of our heads was cut off and the space left treated with a special cream so that the hair wouldn’t grow back. I obviously looked depressed when I was being shorn because the beautician said "Don’t worry, you won’t be losing your hair. We’re going to incorporate it in your tail."

I was just coming to terms with this information when Mistress Grace said, "Just one more thing to be done and then you can all go for your operations." I felt myself being lifted up and carried to a flat bench, it was a bit like a doctor’s couch with lots more refinements. I was laid face down and held in place while straps were fastened around my neck, upper back and lower back. There was a sliding section that had an upright peg which was pushed up between my legs and rested against my perineum, once that was locked in place my thighs and legs were strapped down. The only part of my body that I could move was my head but that was about to change. Before that happened, we had another speech from Mistress Grace in which she told us that as we were her property she was going to put her mark on us, with a branding iron. She said that she loved the smell of burning flesh and that she loved to hear her victims scream. At that point a brazier was wheeled in with six red-hot branding irons in. At a nod from her our gags were simultaneously removed. I don’t know about the others but I yelled at her that she was inhuman; she was a sadist, screamed abuse and generally cursed her.

While I was cursing and swearing my head was firmly held, two leather-encased blocks were pushed up against the side of my face holding it tight and locked in position. This effectively immobilised me completely. I was still shouting when without any warning I felt an agonising pain in my left buttock as the branding iron was pressed against it. My scream of agony was echoed round the room as the others were branded. We were made to endure this agony for some considerable time before having a dressing applied.

The pain settled down to a dull ache and Mistress Grace said we were to be taken through to the operating theatre. By now I was in no fit state to even attempt to fight it, I just went along meekly. I was placed on the operating table, strapped down and given a local anaesthetic. When Ms Rackham arrived and told me to open my mouth I did so without protest. A clamp was placed inside my mouth to keep it open and the operation began. The procedure did in fact only take ten to fifteen minutes and I didn’t feel any discomfort – the first time since being brought to the hellhole.

As we were finished with we were taken through to another room adjacent to a second operating theatre, for Professor Lieder to perform his operation on us. We were placed on beds and fastened by a chain to stop us trying to escape, although by now I don’t think any of us had the nerve to try.

One by one we were taken through, given an injection and put to sleep. When I came round I found that I was unable to move. A little whimper escaped and immediately a nurse came over. "Hello. You’re awake I see. Well I’ll just release you and help you to sit". While she released me from the straps holding me down she was chatting away saying that the professor was very pleased with the way my operation had gone and that due to the new techniques being used I would be up and about in a couple of hours. It was then that I decided to take stock of what had happened to me. I looked at my feet to see that I had indeed got hooves attached to my feet; I shuddered and looked behind to see a tail sprouting from the base of my spine. I broke down then and whinnied my distress along with the other poor creatures that were kidnapped with me.

The time came for us to test our new hooves. With a nurse either side of me I was walked round the ward until they were sure that I could hold my balance. As soon as the nurses were convinced that I could walk unaided I was left to my own devices. They realised, of course, that even if I were to escape it wouldn’t do me any good.

Mistress Grace visited us saying she had good news, we were to be rested for the rest of the night, with no visits from her slaves. She had a pony with her on a leash, it had the most enormous breasts I had even seen on a woman, and they were pendulous and judging by the moisture round the areola she was heavy with milk. "This is Gertrude," she said by way of introduction, "you will feed from her for the next two days". That said, Mistress Grace departed.

One of the nurses led Gertrude over to us and instructed two of us at a time to suckle from her. It crossed my mind to refuse but as I had not had anything to eat and only a little water to drink over the last thirty-six hours or so I thought better of it. She must have had unlimited milk as we were allowed to take our fill.

That night I slept better and was somewhat refreshed the following morning. Gertrude was brought in and we drank from her after which we were taken to the tack room. This was where we would be fully harnessed every day in future. Today however, a bridle and bit, a collar, arm binders and a narrow girth strap were all that was to be put on us. The girth strap contained a box with leads hanging from it. These leads were attached to our nipple and clit rings. Two of the leads had phallus-like objects at the ends, one to go in the vagina and the other into the rectum. As soon as each of us had been fitted up we were taken out and into the smithy.

Remembering the trauma of the branding iron I baulked at entering only to be subjected to a jolt from all the terminals attached to me at once. I collapsed on the floor with the pain only to receive more jolts to force me up. The pain stopped the moment I was on my feet. Inside the smithy we were tethered to hitching posts and had to look on fearfully at the braziers burning; the heat was overbearing. We soon realised the reason we were there was to be shoed. When my turn came I was taken over to a post near the anvil and tied there. The smith had two shoes in the furnace, which he removed and doused in water before lifting my leg and holding it between his. He lined the first shoe up and started to bang nails in. I whinnied my distress but in actual fact I didn’t feel anything.

After the shoeing we were placed on a lunge machine. This consisted of an upright pole with six spokes sticking out at right angles. They were at waist height. At the end of the spokes were straps, which were placed around us and tightened. The machine was activated and we spent a distressing two hours being taught to high step. Every time one of us faltered or made a wrong step all of us were given an electric shock. We were whipped for any reason and for no reason at all other than to appease the sadistic nature of those training us.

At the end of the two hours, Gertrude was brought out for us to drink from once more. This was the routine for the rest of the day. When we were finally released, black and blue from the whipping and sore all round from the electric shocks, we were taken back into the hall that we were in the first day we arrived and given over to the slaves again.

There were four slaves this time and although we were used as before, this time they had our mouths available to them. At one stage I had one in my vagina, one in my anus and a third using my mouth. I think they were all trying to cum in me at the same time. They left us at midnight and although I was exhausted I couldn’t sleep, the rest of the ponies were the same, we all kept twisting and turning. By the following morning I could hardly put one hoof in front of the other, but that was soon remedied by a judicious use of the whip and electric shock treatment.

Weeks went by, we progressed from the lunge machine and were harnessed to a wagon. We were taken around the estate and while we were on the road Mistress Grace had cars, tractors, and a lorry driven past us, sometimes slowly and at other times very fast. We were always frightened and covered in dust or mud, depending of the weather. Every night we were subjected to the ministrations of the slaves. They never tired of using us.

Finally a day came when we were harnessed but not taken out either for training or pulling a cart. We were loaded on to a horse trailer and strapped in. Mistress Grace arrived and told us that we were going to the sale yard, that she expected us to fetch large sums, I offered up a prayer at that point. No-one who spends a vast sum of money on something would abuse it, would they? It was with her next words that she dropped the bombshell. "Any one of you that doesn’t get sold will be brought back here and put down, so you had better be on your best behaviour".

All of us were quiet on the journey, none of us I thought wanted to die, although at times during the last few months I wished I were dead, when it came to the crunch I didn’t want to die.

We were off-loaded and taken to a holding pen where we were tethered to await our turn in the sale ring. One by one the others were taken away and not brought back, I took this as a sign that they had been sold. When it came to my turn a groom from the sale yard collected me and took me in to the ring where I was trotted round for the clients to view. As the auctioneer started to extol my virtues, preparing for the sale proper, there was a commotion from the back, someone was shouting "You can’t sell her!", my heart skipped a beat, for it was Gill my flat mate. She had obviously seen what happened and had been trying to trace me. As she approached I could see she was looking furious. The auctioneer was trying to keep everyone calm, but had to insist that he could sell me as he had all the documents. "I don’t care about documents" Gill shouted, "you can’t sell her, look at her she’s far too scrawny and she hasn’t been properly trained". The auctioneer was banging his gavel; I was whinnying in deep distress and fear, I was going to be taken back and put down, how could Gill do this to me. I looked at her and saw the venom in her eyes. It was then that I passed out.

When I came to, Gill was standing over me asking if I was all right? "Yes I think so", I replied, though I was covered in sweat. Then it dawned on me, I could speak! I looked down at my feet, no hooves, I looked behind, no tail. Gill was speaking again, "You had me so worried, you were screaming, 'I don’t want to die!' over and over. I banged on your door but got no reply so I came in. I think you were having a bad dream."

I grinned, "Not a bad dream. It was a bloody nightmare".