Blaise returned and again led her to the van, where, after fastening her within, drove her a kilometre or two away from the property to the vet’s surgery. Before Blaise discussed her with him, they took her into another room and put her in a cage just large enough for her to sit. There were other cages in the room, in these dogs waited and Louise felt that she was being treated more like one of them than as a woman.

After a while Blaise returned and led her into the consulting room. It was a large room, entirely tiled in white and equipped with many items of medical equipment. A young man in white coat, an assistant, stood silently to one side.

The vet, having stood her in the centre of the room, considered the bald and naked girl that Blaise had brought to him. “A beautiful animal! The count chose well. For a woman, she is not unduly pretty, her figure is too heavy,” he weighed up the heavy breasts and ran his hands over the hips of the girl, who was in fact more attractive than he allowed, and, after her regime at the convent, slimmer, “but that makes for quality in a pony-girl. She is ready to be harnessed. And she is very docile.”

“I think that I shall be able train her quickly,” replied Blaise.

“Good, let us proceed. I shall need to strap her down even if she is docile, the procedure is rather painful and I would not like to mess it up just because she makes some sudden movement. I shall tie her to this chair, because I need her torso upright for the operation on the breasts”. Helped by the young assistant, he strapped her in a sitting position with her arms attached to the arms of the chair.

Louise was terrified. Her voice trembled when she tried to speak looking at the vet. “I beg y...”

She did not have time to finish. Blaise’s riding crop lashed her breasts, leaving a dark red line. “Do not speak! Ever!”

“Do not worry M. Blaise, she will learn. It is normal for them to be a little afraid. Now, first the nostrils?”

“The count wishes to attach a ring to her nose the more easily to fasten or lead her. It must be strongly implanted so that one can pull hard.”

“Of course, I understand. The nose is well developed, we should be able to use a 5 mm. ring.” He had drawn the girl’s nostrils apart and tested the septum or interior partition. Then he looked through his instruments and returned armed with a pair of pliers whose two jaws formed a punch. He approached the girl who started to moan. Having made a gesture in of direction of Blaise who was on the point of striking her, he placed his left hand on the girl’s face and inserted the jaws of the pliers, one into each nostril. She continued to howl and cry hot tears, terrified as she was with idea of her nose being pierced.

The veterinary surgeon was not bothered by her cries and was obviously accustomed to work with squealing animals. He adjusted the pliers carefully so that the two ends were face to face, separated only at the base of the nose by the nasal partition. He looked at the girl to check that all was well and then tightened his grip abruptly with all his force on the pliers. A slight cracking was heard as the two plier jaws brutally cut through the cartilage. The girl screamed when she felt this dreadful cracking, which resounded in her head. But, the man had already withdrawn the instrument and, unmoved, manipulated Louise’s nose. A perfectly round hole 5mm in diameter appeared between her nostrils.

“It is good, is it not?” Blaise approved.

The vet then took a large steel ring and threaded it through the hole that he had just made. Then he stood back to judge the effect and wiped away the blood in order to allow Blaise to see. The large ring passed through the nasal partition and rested on the lips. Undoubtedly, the ring was solid and well fixed and would allow the pony girl to be securely tethered. “Not bad. I will weld it when I have done the udders.”

Louise then realized that her martyrdom hardly had only just begun.

“I shall have to gag her. The teats are the most sensitive part of these females. If I don’t she will deafen us with her howling.” He placed a large rubber ball in the mouth of the girl and secured it using a broad strip of adhesive tape. “I will not use the pliers for the teats because I would remove too much flesh and weaken the piercings. I understand you intend to fix the reins through them.”

He then took a large very sharply pointed punch. With a cotton bud soaked with alcohol, he lightly rubbed the right areola of the girl to make the nipple harden, which it quickly did. Then, having taken the nipple between two fingers and pulled firmly, he applied the point of the punch.

The girl had abruptly stopped howling and even stopped trying to withdraw herself from the operation, fearing that she would cause a clumsy movement by the man.

He placed the point of the punch on the areola, just behind the hardened nipple and, after having ensured that it was well positioned, inserted it slowly, by rotating it to ensure its penetration.

The girl screamed again under her gag, without the vet being moved in the slightest.

He continued to insert the punch until the end emerged on the other side. Then he pushed so as to widen the hole properly, and, taking a large opened ring, he passed it through the hole in the breast as he withdrew the punch. When he had completely extracted it, the ring had passed right through and decorated the girl’s breast. He pulled sharply to ensure that it was properly fixed.

The girl shrieked beautifully, but the gag did its job, and the cry was largely stifled. The job was well done; Blaise also had a satisfied air. On the other hand the girl was in a sorry state. She was sweating, her skin had taken on an extreme pallor, her body was shaking and she seemed about to lose consciousness.

“The bleeding will soon stop, but it will be necessary to let her rest for a little before dealing with the other breast.” He disinfected the whole work with alcohol, which, stinging, started Louise’s howls and then washed the piercings with water to enable her to calm herself. He opened the window, and a fresh breeze entered the room. Little by little she calmed down and regained her normal colour.

He then turned to his assistant. He was a young strapping rather spotty youth who, until then had stood discretely back. “This is Julian. He is still under training. He is very serious and promising. And I also teach him to work on women but up to now he has not had much opportunity. Julian, what have you worked on with women until now?”

“Just on the limbs, doctor.”

“Good, then you will now learn how to pierce a breast just as you have witnessed. It is needed more and more often, not only for the fillies, but also in many other cases. You saw me working. Do you feel up to it? If so you should not miss the chance.

“I believe that I can do it doctor.”

“Well, then, go ahead. She can wait a moment or two.”

The young man approached Louise then. He examined her left breast, still pristine. The girl’s breasts were particularly well developed. With his left hand, he caught her nipple between his fingers. He pulled hard. The girl howled under her gag. “I am afraid it may slip.”

“It could indeed, so this time use a grip,” said the vet.

The assistant took a notched jaw grip with which he could easily secure the nipple. He tightened it, crushing the nipple slightly and, pulling, secured the locking catch. The girl yelped loudly. He then took the punch in his right hand, positioned it on the side of the areola and then brutally inserted it. An animal cry filled the room in spite of her gag.

The punch was deeply inserted in the areola, the part of the breast behind the nipple and went right through, more deeply than it should have. The young assistant, feared a reprimand for his awkwardness,

“It is not serious”, said the vet. “But next time proceed more delicately, while slightly rotating the punch. That facilitates the penetration and avoids inserting it too far.”

The girl did not stop squirming and yelping, which obviously annoyed the young assistant so that he was not particularly gentle when threading the rings and disinfecting the wound.

The veterinary surgeon then with great dexterity proceeded to weld the rings permanently shut. “You see?” He said. “The heat from the weld cauterises the wounds. She will not bleed from those again.”

A few minutes later, the filly was ready. She was then released and placed in front of the white wall, so that the assistant could take some photographs. The girl was now decorated with rings at her nose and at the tips of her large breasts. This last, undoubtedly, gave her a much more animal appearance, which satisfied Blaise.

“Wait until tomorrow when it has healed a little before pulling on the rings.” the veterinary surgeon recommended when Blaise took her away.

When the van deposited her in front of her box and Blaise had led her into her box and attached her, the girl fell asleep, exhausted and did not awake before the following day.