Louise had been selected to be a pony-girl. For 50,000 dollars! It was the price that the Count had paid to buy her. The old man had been silent after the hammer fell. He left the sale-room after having simply patted Louise’s bottom and said only "au revoir." Louise did not know what a pony-girl was. She thought only of the sum she would receive at the end of the five years that she would have to stay with this man. 50,000 dollars! She would have accepted anything for this sum, for she had never known her parents, had spent all her life in the convent and knew nothing of life outside. It was without any hesitation that she resolved to give her assent and had fallen happily asleep that night.

The following day she was led in to the Mother Superior. As was the practice at the institution, she went naked. The Mother Superior waited for her, in a solemn attitude and said. “My child, Count Lansquenet has chosen you to become a pony-girl. I will ask you for your formal assent, but first, I want to explain what that means to you so that you can make a fully informed decision. He wants you to become like a pony, that is to say into a woman-horse, or "human mare". The count is passionate about horses and he wants to combine in you, the beauty of a woman and the pace of a mare. You will have to obey his orders for you will belong to him completely and without reserve. He will be free to do with you whatever he wants and to punish you for any reason or for none. At the end of five years you will receive 50,000 dollars, which will also have earned interest by then and you will also be permitted to then leave the count’s service if you so wish. Do you accept all this without reserve? ”

“Yes, Mother.”

“Then repeat after me while swearing on this bible!”

Louise repeated in a clear voice: “I swear to belong in all ways to Count Lansquenet for five years from this day, to obey him, to serve him and to obey all orders coming from him, his servants or anyone directed by him. I accept that I may be marked, beaten or sold. I accept the physical transformations that he will require to prepare me for my new role as a human-mare.”

“Sign here. Remember, in the event of you breaking any of your engagements, you will get nothing. You will lose the 50,000 dollars, that you would have received if you had completed the engagement!”

Louise would have signed anything to place her destiny in other hands than the convent’s, so great was her longing for a new life. So she signed the document thinking it a delivery from slavery. She was not very bright and it was of course quite the opposite. She would very quickly realize that, and regret bitterly what she had done.

“Very well, your journey will start immediately, it is important that you are prepared and trained in the two months which remain before an important event for which M. le Comte is preparing, it will none be too long. Now you may leave.”

Sister Aline took a pair of wrist-cuffs and fixed Louise’s hands behind her. Louise had time to notice that the cuffs were marked with a coronet over an elaborate letter ‘L’. Sister Aline then took her to a parlour where a man was waiting for her. He was a big, brown haired rather surly man dressed entirely in fawn-coloured leather. He kept her naked in the centre of the room and appraised her. His expert stare rested for a while on each part of her body. He approached her, opened her mouth and examined her teeth, inserting his finger so deeply so that she almost choked. He touched her breasts, weighing them in his hand and tugging on her nipples so that he drew a gasp from the girl. He passed his hand down to her shaven belly and, with one finger, checked how her closed sex lips had been infibulated. He played with the small convent certification medallion, which hung from and decorated them and gave a satisfied grunt. He made her turn round and felt her buttocks, measured the tightness of her anus and with a slap on her rump concluded his examination.

“My child, this is M. Blaise, the count’s head groom. He will be in charge of your preparation and training. You must obey him in every way. Now I must leave you, good luck!”

The man chuckled and took from his large bag a leather collar, which he passed around Louise’s neck and, having fastened it, fixed to it a leash. Then with a sharp pull he drew the girl out into the courtyard where a van was parked. He made Louise climb in, fixed her leash to a hook on one of the van walls, and fixed other straps so that she was held in an upright position with her legs apart. Then, sitting down at the wheel, he started off. Through the window Louise saw the Sainte-Ursule convent moving away. Some of her days there had been happy after all and she was already beginning to regret leaving.

They drove for a long while. Louise was tired. The straps were short and did not allow her to sit down or to lie on the straw that covered the floor of the vehicle. She was therefore, relieved when the van stopped at a motorway picnic area. Blaise unfastened her and had her step down from the van on to the tarmac. He gave a tug on the leash and said, “Piss.”

She found it difficult to comprehend. It was bad enough that she was naked in public but he wanted her to ‘go’ in front of all these people who were also at the picnic area. Women, children, families who were sitting together on the grass? He paid no attention to her distress. He pulled again on the leash and led her to the edge of a thicket followed by the confused and wondering glances of the other travellers. Arriving at the edge of the thicket, he reiterated the order to her.

“Piss!”

His glare left Louise no alternative. She began to squat but at once he gave a sharp tug on the leash and said: “Piss! - Upright! Like a mare!”

He made her part her legs then and made her face towards the other people in the car park. She stood there, entirely naked, her sex exposed. She looked at them, begging, with tears of humiliation running down her cheeks. No one moved, although they all stared at her. He slapped her: “Piss!”

She could not. It would not come She had never urinated in this way, standing upright, legs wide apart, nor in front of a man, or woman for that matter. Then, gently at first, but then like a powerful jet, a hot liquid started to run out, splashing on the ground before her. She died of shame. The flood continued. When it had finished, he tore a bunch of grass and thrust it between her legs to dry her. Then, under the disgusted glances of the other travellers he pulled her back to the van and fixed her back in her place. Before taking the wheel again, he looked hard at her and said: “Now in the future, you will always piss like that, standing upright like a mare!” And the journey continued

At last the van entered a vast estate, and drove along several hundred meters of a tree-lined road. It did not stop in front of the chateau but instead drove round to the back of the building where there were a number of outbuildings including the stables. Blaise, without a word, released her from the van while drawing on her leash and made her enter what was to be her new home, namely, a stable stall having no decoration other than a ring fixed to the wall and a bowl placed on the ground. After having attached her to the ring, he took up brush and currycomb and began to brush her. He brushed hard so that in a few minutes, her body was entirely scarlet, especially her breasts and belly, on which he had particularly concentrated.

He had not finished when a couple entered. The man was the count, an old man who nevertheless carried himself upright with great poise, wearing a blazer, with a silk stock covering his thin and emaciated neck. In contrast, the woman who accompanied him was a considerable beauty. She was blonde, dressed in carefully made jodhpurs and riding boots with a low cut shirt, which showed off a generous bosom. She had an impressive presence.

“Chantal, my darling, look at my new acquisition, it is for you! She is young, healthy, robust and with good firm flesh. This is the filly that I had promised you.”

The young woman opened her eyes wide with happiness. She kissed the old man and approached Louise to examine her.

“Of course, it will be necessary to prepare her and train her. Blaise will take care of that. He will need first to pierce her nostrils and nipples, to brand her, to accustom her to the lunge, and then to train her to pull the dogcart, weighted to develop her legs and thigh muscles. All that will take two months at least. But your patience will be rewarded. So, you do like it?”

With the end of her riding crop, Chantal de Roquemaure caressed Louise’s body, prodding her breasts. She did not say anything, but her eyes fully expressed her satisfaction.

“And as for you my girl, from today, you are not to address a single word to anyone! You must be, you are, a mare. That is what you are for, you accepted, and you will be paid for that. We will treat you like a filly, we will train you and you will live here in your stable. Blaise will deal with you. Do not forget: you are formally prohibited from speaking. Blaise will soon teach you how to express yourself, by striking your shoes on the ground or by shaking your head... Soon you will have no desire to speak to express yourself, but if ever you do so, I shall be obliged to have him suture the lips of your mouth, just as someone earlier sutured the lips of your belly! Shake your head nicely now to tell me that you have heard and understood.”

Terrified, Louise obeyed. Trembling, agitated and with sudden starts, she slowly lowered her head as a sign of submission.

“Blaise! What is the program?”

“Today, I will measure her for her harness, it will take several days to make it. I will clip her and vaccinate her. The vet will be here at five. Tomorrow we plan to pierce her. Does Madam have any particular wishes?”

Chantal reflected. “Nostrils of course. I want to have a large ring there to tie her by. As for the nipples, it will be a question of being able to fix the reins there, so it will be necessary for the ring to be strong.”

Blaise gripped one of the girl’s breasts and squeezed it: “You see Madam, the nipples are large. If I make the hole in the areola as far as possible behind the nipple we shall have a good firm piercing with no risk of tearing.”

“Very well. And mark her above her pubis, the usual mark, my initial. Ah! And then her name, of course, on the buttocks.”

“Very well Madam, I will see to that tomorrow, then I will begin the training itself. I hope to have her ready for your garden party.”

They moved away during their discussion. Chantal seemed to be as excited as Louise was terrified.

When Blaise returned, he was armed with an electric hair clipper. He made

Louise lie on a wooden table with her head hanging over the end. Louise was proud of her hair. It was fair, clear and beautifully long, naturally curled. Blaise took a handful of hair and drawing it towards him began to clip. He started with the nape of the neck, then shaved all around her head, he shaved her two temples from front to back, going up gradually towards the top of her skull finally leaving a single band three to four centimetres wide, from her forehead to the nape of her neck. He thus left Louise a mane, which he cut short at the front but left increasingly long at the back like the tail of a horse, blonde and undulating.

He picked up the long strands of fallen hair from the ground, put them together and smoothed them and considered the hair, which he held up in a single bunch. Having gripped it by one end, he carefully arranged it in a box and then resumed his shaving in order to eliminate the last few tufts. In a few minutes, Louise had, with her hair, lost what remained to her of human dignity.

He made her stand up and looked at her: Except for her splendid mane, only her sex still had a few hairs, which had slightly grown back since the last time that she had been shaved at the institution. Pitilessly, in two passages of the clipper, he eliminated what hairs remained there. Her belly was again totally nude, highlighting the lightly swelling pubis which characterizes post-pubescent young women. He took a number of measurements from Louise’s body and then without forgetting to attach her to the ring in her box, left.

He returned only in the evening, when he brought a thick soup bowl to her. Famished, Louise picked up the bowl, which he had placed on the ground, when a terrible pain made her jump: the riding crop had just struck her buttocks, leaving a dark red mark there.

He said simply: “Lap!”

Louise understood. She was docile. It was one of the characteristics, which had persuaded the count to choose her as a pony-girl. She knelt and began to lap from the bowl. It was difficult. Each lick of her tongue brought very little liquid to her mouth. She took more than a quarter of an hour to finish her soup, and her face was covered in food by the time she had finished.

Blaise then led her into the small meadow, which skirted the stables and attached her to a post. When he returned one hour later, she had performed her squat. He examined her stools, emitted a grunt of satisfaction and took her back towards the stables. He tied her in the stable-yard, took a hosepipe and cleaned her with its jet. Then he returned her to her stall, fastened her to the ring again and after having drawn the bolt on the door, left. Louise understood that she was now to sleep and, submissive as always, lay down on the straw and tried to sleep. This long ritual would be observed from now on each evening.

She slept badly. Her spirits were dominated by visions of the coming piercing of her nipples, of the cutting of her sex, of sadistic brandings. She slept fitfully on the straw, it was cold, she would have liked to move about, but her collar was attached to too short a leash. At last she slept until she felt someone unfasten her leash.

It was dawn. The sun was shining through the doorway of the box that Blaise had opened. He had a cheerful air, and he whistled as he unfastened her and drew her into the open. He led her again to a post in the meadow, a different one this time, one by a stream which he made her straddle before doing what she had to do

Returning her to the stable yard, he passed the hosepipe over her again and left her to dry in the sun, standing there in the courtyard of the castle, attached by her leash to a ring with her arms still fastened behind her. As she stood there, several servants walked past her. Her strict education had instilled reflexes of decency in her and she tried to avoid their glances, trying, without success, to hide her breasts with her arms and tightening her thighs to try to hide her naked close-shaven sex from the sight of all. A young gardener came and examined her closely. He stroked her shaven head, smoothed her mane and caressed her rump before moving away, laughing.