I remember being asked directions from a young couple. After that I remember nothing until I woke and found myself not only naked, but also tied hand and foot. As I stirred someone offered me some water, which I drank thirstily before slipping back into sleep.
Later, when I woke again I was lifted into a sitting position and allowed to get my head clear before being spoken to.
This time the woman, for it had been a woman the first time, called me by my name, Joanne.
I was still groggy but I wondered aloud how she knew my name. She answered, ‘I know an awful lot about you, Joanne, by the way this is the last time you will be called by that name, from now on you will be called Freyja. Let me introduce myself, as you have obviously forgotten all about me. My name is Jane Monroe.’
My breath felt as though it had left my body, I gave a gasp and a small moan as I realised who she was. ‘Ah! I see that you do remember me after all, well now perhaps you can understand the reason why you are here.’
She went on to explain, ‘this is a pony girl stable, although we do have some pony boys also. My partner, Felicity Hamilton-Smyth and I own this pony girl stable and now we own you; you are to be trained as one of our ponies. And as I previously mentioned your new name will be Freyja.’ I must have looked blank because she said, ‘in Norse mythology she was the goddess of love, of course you would have known that had you paid more attention at school.’
I was in shock, so shocked that I made no protest as I was untied, stretched out on a couch and shaved, at the same time I had my nipples and clitoris pierced and ringed. The humiliation wasn’t over yet, though. I was turned on one side and branded. This consisted of a tattoo on my left buttock, the design was a capital F and J intertwined within a horseshoe. I was told that I was lucky, as they didn’t believe in branding in the old way, by red-hot iron. A second tattoo was placed underneath my left breast; this was my registration number. All pony girls and pony boys have to be registered with the relative authority. It was then that I wet myself, and I just wished the floor would open up so I could disappear. Apart from me no one in the room batted an eyelid, someone got a bucket and mop and cleaned the floor while someone else cleaned me up. Jane Monroe was telling me not to worry about it as ‘lots of our new arrivals have little accidents’.
The next humiliation came when I was taken along to the ‘vet’ for examination and assessment.
During this time my mind went back to 7 or 8 years before when we were all at school together. Though to be exact Jane Monroe was two years our junior, the other person involved was my best friend Amy Wilson; Amy and I were the people who decided whether you went through your schooling unscathed or whether you had the crap kicked out of you. Jane Monroe had the crap kicked out of her. We bullied her mercilessly until one day we were caught red-handed. We had waited until Jane was alone and grabbed her; she was a weak little thing and so that was easy. We removed her school regulation knickers and stuffed them into her mouth. Next we pinned her arms to her sides and pulled her uniform up and tied it over the top of her head. It was while we were spinning her round that the deputy head came along. It appeared that she had been watching out for us, since she had suspected for some time that we were bullying Jane, although she hadn’t been able to prove it, until we were caught red-handed, that is.
Our punishment was that we were to be caned bare-arsed, in front of the whole school including the governors, and then expelled.
I had intended to saunter up to the stage where the caning was to take place to show my contempt of the proceedings but unfortunately I saw the cane lying on the table and also the grim look on the head’s face; she was quite good looking for an old biddy but at that moment she looked positively gargantuan. As with all bullies I was a coward at heart and with my nerve gone I started to tremble with fear, tears pricked at the back of my eyes and I stumbled up the steps of the stage and was stopped from actually falling by the games mistress who led me to the bench and told me tersely to wait with my hands on my head until Amy was in position. Looking along the row of teachers and seeing the look of utter disgust I began to realise the enormity of what we had done. I was stopped from dwelling further by the arrival of Amy and by being bent over the bench, my skirt and knickers having been removed first. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Amy, she was white faced, as I must have been and was biting her lip. The head told the assembled school that normally if a caning became necessary she would counsel the miscreant to accept the punishment and move on with their lives, but in this case she was so disgusted with our behaviour that she could not offer any words of comfort whatsoever. Suddenly without any warning the cane swished down and I was given 12 strokes. The pain was excruciating, gone was all the bravado that I was a tough cookie. I was howling like a baby. I knew that Amy was reacting likewise. Eventually after the assembly had dispersed we were told to dress and go to the head’s office. I tried to leave my knickers off because of the pain but I was made to wear them.
While I was going over all this we had reached the hospital unit where I was examined. The examination consisted of a complete physical check, height, weight, heart, lungs and blood and an internal check not only vaginally but also anally and then I was fitted with an intrauterine device (coil) contraceptive - the humiliations were coming thick and fast.
All the while he was examining me the vet kept up a running conversation with Jane about the state of my health just as though I wasn’t there, finally declaring I was fit for training.
Before we left the hospital a collar was place around my neck and my hands fastened behind my back. A leash was attached to the collar and with a groom leading I was taken out into the corridor.
Once outside, Jane told the groom to take me to the tack room and she would join us in a few minutes, as she wanted to check on the other new arrival.
We walked along the corridor, out into the open across a courtyard and into a small room. This was the tack room and its walls were covered with straps, reins and harness of every conceivable type. We hadn’t been there long when Jane arrived, telling the groom that the other new pony was just in the first phase of coming round so there would be plenty of time to harness me.
I was told that apart from the hoof boots there were two other parts of the equipment that I would not like but that I would soon get used to them, these were the bit and the tail.
It was at this stage that I was told that my groom’s name was Brenda who would be helped by two assistant grooms; they would look after me during the period of my training.
The leash was removed from my collar and my hands untied but the collar itself was kept on. Brenda started my harnessing by putting on the hoof boots, these consisted of a 2 inch block of leather which was shaped like a hoof and attached at the toe end to a piece of material shaped like a shoe sole, but without a heel. The upper part was also attached and after fitting it on me I found that the ‘boot’ covered the front part of my foot leaving my heel exposed. I discovered that when I put my foot down it was no different in feeling than wearing a pair of platform shoes. The boots laced up on the inside but there were zips on the outside that did not seem to have any function. Once I got used to the balance I found them quite comfortable.
Next to go on was the girth strap, very much like a corselette, it had hooks and eyes and a zip. There were side straps that could be tightened in order to bring the pony’s waist measurement down. There were straps running from the top, which crossed up under the breasts, forcing them up and also holding them firm. There were buckles at the base, front and back, which allowed for a crotch-strap to be used; one was buckled at the front but left dangling. The bridle followed, I thought if I’m not going to like the bit or the tail I certainly don’t like this. I tried to shy but Brenda held me firm and both she and Jane made soothing noises and petted me.
Once the bridle was firmly in place blinkers were attached so that I could only see by looking straight ahead. All the time both Jane and Brenda were telling me that I was a good girl and that it wouldn’t be long now. The bit was the next item to be introduced, I attempted to twist my head away but the bridle reins were held tight by Brenda and by the simple expediency of pinching my nostrils together so that I had to open my mouth to breathe, the bit was inserted.
The arm binders were next these consisted of a double sleeve that had been joined together and both arms were inserted simultaneously with the straps at each wrist tightened to stop any movement. There were also straps that fixed my arms to the corselette.
Before inserting the tail I had a dildo put into my vagina, which was controlled remotely by either my groom or trainer; there were three settings, encouragement, well done, and reminder. The encouragement setting just gently throbbed sending a pleasant feeling through me. The well-done setting brought me to the brink of orgasm but not over. The third was a short sharp shock to remind me to concentrate on what I was supposed to be doing. I would wear this all through training. Once the dildo was in the crotch strap was pulled under me and attached to the buckle at the back. The strap was adjusted so that an O-ring, which was in the crotch strap, was sited in such a way as to allow access for the tail plug. There was also a slit in the front to allow the clit ring to be pulled through so that it didn’t hide up the clit bell. And of course the crotch strap held the dildo in place. The final part was the tail, I was positioned over a bar and pulled down by my bridle reins, Jane was at this end she held my head gently but firmly while Brenda lubricated me. I tried to fight the intrusion of gloved finger as she massaged K-Y Jelly into my anus. Jane kept telling me not to fight it as it was going to happen anyway. The best thing is to bear down and allow entry. This was easier said than done as my sphincter muscles kept clenching. Eventually Brenda said that she had enough lubricant in me to insert the tail plug. This was also covered in K-Y Jelly and very slowly pushed against my anal bud. I closed my eyes, an automatic reaction, as I couldn’t see what was happening anyway, and bore down like Jane had suggested and the tail plug was in. Brenda wiped the excess lubricant off me, gave me a tender pat on the rump, told me how pleased she was with me and led me out into the courtyard.
Jane left at that point to get the other pony prepared so I was left in the care of Brenda who said she would walk me round the stables so that I could get acclimatised to my harness and also my new status. It would also give me the chance to get used to walking on my hooves. After that she would hand me over to one of the trainers for work on the lunge. We set off with the dildo throbbing gently inside me.
It took about an hour to walk round the premises, I was shown where I would be milked; once the piercing to my nipples had healed. The building was long and there were stations for twelve ponies to be milked at the same time.
We by-passed the hospital wing as I had already been there and went round the side and out into the fields and paddocks.
As we walked, Brenda explained what was going on. She told me that the ponies in two of the paddocks were being given a break for playing or walking around.
One of the fields was empty but in the other several ponies were attached to sulkies and were undergoing different types of training. Some were being taught to obey the whip and reins while others were having races.
By this time we had come a full circle and as we reached the courtyard near the hospital wing I was tethered to a post while Brenda went in search of a trainer.
The training went on for nearly two hours; first I had to learn to high step then how to trot, canter and gallop. By the time a halt was called I was nearly ready to drop. I think this was deliberate in order to stop me thinking about my situation.
Brenda collected me and led me back to my stall where one of the assistant grooms was waiting to divest me of my harness; as soon as I was naked she took all the gear off to be cleaned.
When she returned we all went to the wash station where she was to be shown how to hose me down, taking extra care with my eyes and ensuring that my vagina and anus were thoroughly clean. Julia, that was the assistant’s name, had not been doing the job very long and was still on probation.
When I was taken back to my stall to be fed and watered before being settled for the night, I noticed that the pony in the next stall was none other than Amy, though she was now called Vesta.
Once it was decided that I had had enough to eat, a chastity belt was locked on and both Brenda and Julia kissed me on my nose and wished me goodnight. Similar occurrences were going on with the other ponies although only Vesta and myself had been fitted with chastity belts.
It was then that a deep depression wafted over me and I started to cry. I sensed rather than saw that Vesta was crying also. Suddenly there was a voice telling me not to cry. Startled by this I stammered that we are not allowed to talk. ‘No of course we aren’t allowed to talk but nobody is here except us ponies so who will know.’ It was a mare called Emerald who had spoken but there were murmurs of agreement from the other mares in the stalls.
‘We talk all the time once the stable doors are shut. It keeps us in touch with what is going on and you’d be surprised how much we hear during the course of the day. You see, the grooms and trainers think that because we can’t talk we can’t hear and they chatter away to each other all the time.’
‘We all know that none of us is going to get her freedom back, not for a very long time at least, but we are well cared for and no one has abused us, have they?’ Emerald looked round the stalls for confirmation and all heads were nodding in agreement.
One of the others, I think it was Hera, said that she had heard that there was a mare over at Lord Wendle’s Stables that was over sixty and that when she reached sixty she was offered her freedom but refused. She now pulls Lady Wendle around locally. She has even been here.
I rather timidly mentioned the fact that both Vesta and I were the only ones wearing chastity belts. ‘That’s to stop you masturbating’, this came from the small mare called Cressida. I blushed deep crimson at these words. ‘I’m sorry,’ said Cressida, ‘I didn’t mean to embarrass you. You see there are no secrets here, we all see each other going to the toilet, being hosed down, harnessed and even having sex. Sex of any sort is only allowed by permission of our owners. Once you have been in training for a couple of weeks or so you will be too tired to do anything other than sleep, that’s when they will remove the chastity belt. There will be plenty of sex during the course of your training. I suppose they told you about the three settings on the dildo?’ I mumbled yes. ‘Well, there is a fourth setting and that is orgasm, believe me it is mind blowing.’ There were murmurs from all round the stalls, ‘I remember,’ said one mare that I couldn’t identify, ‘I was supposed to be standing perfectly still during a practise dressage, when my groom turned the dildo on to orgasm. I don’t know to this day how I managed to stay standing for as long as I did before I fell in a heap on the floor. Mind you,’ she added, ‘it was fantastic.’
‘Then there are the stallions, especially Zoltan.’
‘Hera you minx,’ the rest all yelled at once.
‘Well let’s face it he is gorgeous and very well hung.’
‘Yes well, I know you have a soft spot for him, as I do too.’ That was Cressida again. ‘He was with us right at the beginning.’ She turned to me and said, ‘one day we’ll tell you what happened at our capture, it’s too long a story for now.’
When I was offered the position of organiser for Jane and Fliss I was in two minds whether to accept or not. I felt that it would be very much the same as my previous employment. I wasn’t at all happy at the prospect of being around horses so when Jane said that they were human horses I admit I was intrigued. The sight of all these beautiful naked women trotting around in harness and obviously quite happy just blew me away.
After only ten minutes of being shown round the stables I had made up my mind that I would take the job.
My first task was to organise a race meeting and persuade as many owners to take part as I could. That wasn’t too difficult as everyone wanted to find out how well we could organise such an event and also to show off his or her own mares.
Jane and Fliss filled me in on the various distances that the races would run; short sprint, long sprint, middle distance and long distance. It just needed me to get a list of owners and their mares, what distances the mares were entered for and how many in each party.
Once I had these details the booking of accommodation for them was simple. The stabling of the mares was no problem as we had a stable block solely for the use of visiting animals.
The whole event went so smoothly that I was left feeling deflated again. I was debating in my own mind what to do about it when Jane told me that we were to have one of their monthly meetings with senior staff where problem areas were discussed and ideas tossed around.
It was at this meeting that Philippa suggested that we hold a pageant, this triggered off a lively debate, which kept going round in circles. Eventually I asked if we could have a small group to look at the situation and come back with recommendations at the next meeting. This was accepted.
The group consisted of Philippa, Jonathan, her assistant, Brenda, the senior groom and myself. We were all agreed that it would be a good idea to hold a pageant, which alleviated a lot of the discussion, what events to hold took more time.
I was keen to tackle a range of options, as I really needed to get my teeth into something worthwhile. Finally we agreed to recommend that we run the pageant alongside the next race meeting and incorporate that with a show jumping event. I had to convince both Fliss and Jane that I hadn’t bitten off more than I could chew, bearing in mind that our permanent licence rested on this meeting.
I couldn’t wait to get started; the organising of the race meeting and the show jumping was child’s play to me so I quickly got that out of the way. For the pageant I needed to liaise Philippa and Brenda and their teams.
I wanted the meeting to run over six days and was told that it had never been done before but we would give it a try. It meant that we could have a race meeting, a show event and the pageant all at the same time.
We had decided that the pageant side of the event would consist of shows depicting historical events, such as a display of ‘pony-girls through the ages’; Lord Wendle had lots of old harness and photographs and film of ponies working on his estate as far back as the 1900s.
I thought it would be a good idea to show the way that fields were ploughed using the old implements with modern ponies. With this in mind we staked out an acre of land so that the demonstrations could be carried out.
We also decided that we would have a military style tattoo using the pony girls as the soldiers.
Having received permission to run the event from the Federation of Human Equines we spent several weeks getting the animals practised in their various exercises.
Eventually the day arrived and although I was confident that all would be well, I know that there was scepticism from several trainers who believed we would have egg on our faces. There was worry also that the event would not make money as there was no knowing how many visitors we would get.
The first two races went according to plan with no hitches. After these we opened the field display of ploughing, which went down extremely well. We used the stallions to pull the ploughs although Lord Wendle told us that in his father’s day and earlier mares and fillies were used with the same effect.
As the days progressed with the races interspersed with the show jumping, several of the sceptics remarked that they were impressed and that it could catch on.
On the penultimate day we gave a display of maypole dancing. Two poles had been erected at either end of the ground. Having tied a ribbon to each pony’s bridle the public were treated to a series of dances, which included the Plait, Barber's Pole and the Spider's Web.
On the final day we started with our tattoo. We had a line of ponies four abreast. They were marched up the arena to military music. When they reached to top they split into columns of two wheeling left and right and came back down to the starting point. On reaching the starting point they turned towards each other and intertwined, going around in a circle until there were four columns, two going one way and two the other.
The second part of the exhibition consisted of all the pony girls harnessed up to sulkies. They were placed in equal numbers at the four corners of the stadium, then raced diagonally across the stadium passing each other in the centre. The racing was all done to military music and at speed, with the possibility of an accident very real.
At the completion of the event we were gratified to be told by none other than the president of the federation that we would be granted a full events licence immediately.