There was no great pleasure in being demoted to the role of ponygirl after served as a guard at Lady Venimar’s estate. Neither Clinda nor Lorys had been of high rank, but they were satisfied with their positions as guards until each betrayed the other. Lorys, a well-endowed blonde with heavy breasts and muscular but shapely legs, had been the one who revealed to their boss that it had been Clinda who had accidentally killed one of the ponygirls during a punitive whipping, managing somehow to rip open her carotid artery so that the poor girl had bled to death very quickly without Clinda‘s trying to save her. In retaliation, Clinda, a statuesque, high-breasted brunette, told of Lorys’ secret trade in drugs. Neither act, of course, could be tolerated at the estate.

At Lady V’s instant command, after hearing both confessions, their fellow-guards fell on the two and quickly had them in severely restrictive restraint. Then, led before Lady V and a large group of ponygirls, the two were told that they would henceforth serve her as ponygirls in punishment for their crimes. For the rest of their lives they would be only ponygirls and condemned to the most demanding ponygirl duties. This stern announcement alone, she assumed, would be punishment enough for now. The pair had no chance to resist, and soon found themselves chained in their new stalls among the girls whom they had formerly treated like animals. They had little hope of avoiding merciless treatment whenever their fellow-slaves had the opportunity to inflict it, and it was only their unrelenting hatred of each other that would make life in servitude meaningful for now.

Although they would deny it, the rest of Lady V’s guards got great pleasure from watching her two newest ponygirls have at it whenever they could. Even in their heavy restraints, they would head-butt or shoulder-shove each other whenever they found the opportunity. Such chances occurred mainly when Lady V’s entire stable of some twenty beauteous young ponygirls were let loose on the training field for an hour of semi-free morale-building companionship. All were gagged, of course, so that there could be no personal communication among them, and all were both closely hobbled and wore tight-laced single-gloves behind them. But simply seeing and touching one another, even in severe bondage, seemed to make them more accepting of their enslavement and more amenable to their strenuous ponygirl duties.

The two unhappy but virulently angry ponygirls deepened their mutual hatred during an early race between the two. Pulling two guards in light sulkies, Clinda had shoved Lorys to one side, making her fall, and so won the race easily. And so their continuing animosity and subsequent aggression toward each other became a regular feature of life on the estate. Because both were bullies at heart, and stronger as well, the other girls did their best to avoid them and so left them plenty of room on the broad, grassy exercise field to exhibit their mutual hatred. The guards knew that physical conflict among their charges was not to be tolerated, but when Lady V was not present, they would allow the two to do as much damage to each other as they could -- which was not much, but amusing to watch.

Eventually it happened that Lady V arrived unexpected and saw what was going on. She ordered the guards to halt the combat immediately, and threatened to cut their wages if this ever occurred again. Contrite, two guards seized each of the grunting, growling combatants and pulled them to opposite sides of the field. At Lady V’s command, each one was blindfolded in a snug discipline helmet and had her arms pulled up behind her to a post until she was forced to bend forward, her head lower than her waist. This position naturally left the girls’ backsides vulnerable to the lash, and before long each experienced a serious, long-lasting whipping.

The girls’ grunts and groans of agony could be heard across the field. If they had been able to, certainly the other ponygirls would have smiled or even laughed to see their former abusers so punished. And they were equally pleased when the guards were then told to fit each with breast-rings and a leash. All of the ponygirls had been subjected to having tunnels bored deep through their breasts, well behind and below their aureoles, upon their arrival at the estate, but only infrequently were the tunnels actually used. Punishment, rather than control, was their main purpose. Lorys and Clinda had undergone the same procedure soon after their demotions, and after only a few weeks were they healed enough to be ready for the rings.

The two offenders were then led by their new breast-leashes back to the stable, while the others followed as a group under the guards’ watchful eyes, with only their hobbles to limit their speed. None of them was able to see what happened next to the two “newbies,” although the sounds issuing from their stalls suggested that both were less than happy with their evening bondage.

Had they been able to observe their new sisters-in-ponyhood, the others would have seen that each combative girl had been made to straddle a wooden horse whose thinly-padded spine was only two inches wide, and to have her legs strapped double so that her weight astride the horse rested entirely on the tender area between her legs. Further, each had a chain pulled from her breast-leash to a pulley fixed to the wall in front of her and then up and down through a pulley set in the ceiling. When the end of the chain was pulled down to the manacled wrists of her sheath-bound arms and tightened, she had the choice of leaning forward to ease the pull at her breasts, at the same time increasing the upward tension on her arms, or else to raise her arms a bit with painful effort in order to relieve some of the tension on her breasts. No wonder the other ponygirls were entertained by the audible miseries suffered by the two in such discipline.

It turned out, however, that such torment was not enough to quell the two girls’ mutual animosity. After only a week or so, Clinda and Lorys were found trying to fight each other again, this time quite flagrantly in the chaining room itself. The guards separated them at once and put them in new restraints, but knew that something else would have to be done to rid them of their mutual hatred. The head guard, named Dregbar, sought an audience with Lady V.

“Mistress,” he said humbly, “these two just won’t stop fighting. Have you any suggestions as to how to stop them?” Lady V pursed her lips and thought for several moments. Finally, she said, “What about arranging it so that when one of them is disobedient or aggressive, the other one will be punished? That way, they will learn sooner or later that each can bring severe discipline to the other, and that they had better quit their mischief before they continue to suffer.”

“Very well, Lady, we will try the ‘reverse-discipline’ solution. I should think that they can be pacified this way.” The two girls were by now spreadeagled, each of them taut between two posts and facing each other about three feet apart. The hatred in their eyes was still obvious. Dregbar moved to stand to one side of them and announced their fate. “In order to halt this vicious rivalry between you undisciplined pony-sluts, all guards will be told that whenever one of you misbehaves, the other will receive the discipline required by the first girl’s act. If you are intent upon hurting the other, all you need to do is disobey an order or be slow to follow it. We shall see if this arrangement won’t cure you of all this uncalled-for hostility.”

The two girls, unable to move or to speak, glared at one another and nodded their agreement with the new rule. Each, certainly, figured that she could withstand more pain than her enemy, and so each was ready to begin her disobedience at once. As soon as they were released and were being prepared to be put into their regular bondage, Lorys ran directly towards one of the guards and head-butted him as strongly as she could. Unready for this, the guard fell backwards with a grunt of pain and then watched with satisfaction as Clinda was seized by other guards and readied for the discipline that assaulting a guard required. Despite her gag, Lorys’s smirk was clear.

Clinda was soon moaning as her arms were strapped up in a “back-prayer,” each wrist pulled up to the back of a newly-applied posture collar so that her forearms could be strapped together from wrists down to elbows. After her ballet-boots had been put on her, breast-rings were inserted in her high, full bosoms to anchor her leash and she was fitted with a coarse leather strap at the front of her corselet. After being led out to the exercise field, the rear end of the strap was fastened to a large, heavy log. As punishment for Lorys’s rebellion, Clinda was told that she must pull the log around the field a total of forty times, encouraged by whips whenever she faltered.

Since the field was more than an acre in size, this meant at least a few hours of truly strenuous labor for her. Having no choice in the matter, however, she began her task after feeling the sting of a “cat” across her bare fanny. Her grunt of pain was the natural response, and she pulled as hard as she could to get her burden moving. At last she was able to get some traction with her boots, unhobbled because she could have no opportunity to escape this discipline, and was able to move the log a few feet before the pressure between her thighs delivered so much misery that she had to halt. But the torment of several whips, stinging her body in many places, was too much to ignore. She began her labors again, moaning through her gag, and finally reached one corner of the field.

Forty circuits under this sort of duress was more than could be fairly expected of any ponygirl, and after only three of them, she was clearly too pained and exhausted to be expected to continue. The head guard noted her real distress and told the guards to put down their whips. Clinda tottered atop her boots, not realizing that she was to be freed from the log, and nearly fell when her crotch-strap was unfastened. A six-inch hobble was locked between her ankles and she was led slowly back to her stall in the stable. She could see Lorys, already chained in the stall across from hers, and the glint in the brunette’s eyes told Lorys that revenge would certainly be forthcoming.

Sure enough, at breakfast the net morning, despite the sheath that cinched her arms behind her, Clinda managed to rush at the slavegirl who was wheeling the cart with the ponygirls’ bowls of gruel aboard and knocked it over, spilling the unpleasant food all over the floor. This was certainly an offense requiring severe discipline and of course Lorys was the one who would suffer the consequences. Pulling a log with her crotch-strap was not what she would have to endure. Instead, she was led by her breast-leash to the punishment chamber where the “ramp” awaited her.

This artful form of discipline involved a ramp that supported a revolving treadmill that had rungs every six inches apart. It steeply tilted up toward the front, and the girl being punished would be secured so that she would have to keep walking up the tread as her weight forced it to slide down. A six-inch hobble between her ankles made every step a challenge. Further, with a double-dildo inserted in her lower orifices and held sternly up between her legs by a chain to a post behind and above her, she would have to keep marching up the ramp at the proper pace or else suffer the pain (and probable arousal) of the dildoes’ upward pressures if she failed to keep pace with the ramp. If sentenced to two or three hours on the ramp, the victim would be not only physically exhausted but erotically aroused almost to the point of orgasm as well. By the time she had finished her time on the demanding device, Lorys was ready to admit that Clinda had bested her this time.

There followed a few days without further incidents, but the anger each felt toward the other had not been weakened. During the “companionship” hour five days after the reverse-discipline experiment had been tried, Lorys moved in front of Clinda, put one ballet-boot down on her hobble, and shouldered her backward until she fell on her back, grunting in pain. Again, the two were led to the place where they had been whipped before and endured more of the same. But Dregbar was not convinced that more reverse-discipline would cure them of their antagonism. He again sought an audience with Lady V.

“Mistress,” he said ruefully, “I fear that this is not working out as we had hoped. Perhaps you have some other method that might be more successful?”

Lady V sighed deeply and pressed both hands to her brow. “Damn, they are a pain, aren’t they? Uh, perhaps twinning them might help. If they are forced to keep pace with each other and have no effective way to harm each other, they might learn that it will be better to give up this vicious rivalry. Give that a try for a few days and let’s see how it works out. I expect you can work out a suitable form of restraint.” Dregbar saluted and left the room, his brow wrinkled in thought.

And so the next morning, the two enemies were led by their breast-leashes to the stable where guards were ready with straps and shackles ready to secure them side by side. Each wore the required ballet boots, a compressive corselet, and an oppressive posture collar that held her head motionless while it also secured an O-gag firmly inside her teeth to force her jaws apart. An iron rod was locked between the inner sides of their collars, ensuring that they could not turn toward each other. For now, they wore only handcuffs to hold their hands behind them and no hobbles at all. Lorys and Clinda hated the very idea of being twinned but were helpless to avoid it. Brought forcibly to stand beside each other, Clinda on the left, their “inner” legs were strapped firmly together at ankles, calves, and thighs. Naturally they resisted this, but it could not be avoided. The sight of a “cat” was enough to calm them. Next came the arrangement of their arms.

After their cuffs were removed, more straps bound their inner arms together from underarms down to elbows, and a chain from each girl’s wrist cuff was drawn across her back to be secured at the outer side of her own corselet. Then a chain from each girl’s “outer” wrist was pulled up behind her toward the other’s collar and tightened until both were ahh’ing at the strain. Pulling a sulky or a cart in this arrangement would certainly require them to cooperate if they were to avoid more lashes.

While they waited for what was to come next, a guard unfastened their breast-leashes and instead fixed a short chain between each breast-ring and up to the front of each girl’s collar, pulling up on her lush breasts and making sure they would not bounce too much. More groans indicated the girls’ displeasure with this additional torment.

A two-person chariot was brought forth, the twinned enemies were turned to stand with it behind them, Clinda at the left, and one of its two drawbars was worked up between each girl’s legs until it was pressing snugly into her crotch. Straps buckled tightly from each bar to the front and rear of each girl’s corselet ensured that the erotically stimulating pressure on their womanhood could not be avoided.

To provide anchorage for their reins and to serve as a bit, a dildo-gag was shoved deep into each one’s mouth through her O-gag until its crosspiece pulled her lips back even with the gag. More head-straps secured it in place. Separate straps were attached to the ends of each crosspiece and were crossed so that a tug at one pair of reins would pull at the left end of both bits, while a tug at the other pair would signal them to turn right. Finally, to make their work even more stressful, each of the trembling two was fitted with a 12-inch hobble. Grinning with anticipation, two of the heavier guards mounted the chariot.

The two ponygirls could sense the weight they would be pulling but could not even shake their heads in protest. The driver used the reins to twist their heads back and forth, making them twist their bodies from side to side since their collars would not allow any head movements at all. Only anxious grunts revealed their misery. They moved their feet back and forth to get a sense of the pace they would have to use, and then a sharp snap of the lash across their buns told them to begin their labors.

To get the chariot moving, each had to lean forward while she dug her outer boot-toe into the roadway for traction. This increased the drawbars’ pressure between their thighs but succeeded in the pair’s developing some forward motion. Confusion about which legs to use halted their efforts for a moment, incurring further use of the lash across their shoulders, but they finally reached silent agreement that the inner pair of legs would move first, and then the outer two. Arching in pain as the lash bit at their lower cheeks, the girls finally found a way of moving that used their legs effectively and lessened the need for more torment by the whip.

Although their hobbles limited them to short, jerky steps, they continued their work and seemed at last to be doing what the guards wanted of them. They were guided out of the stable yard and onto the road leading to the exercise field. Their limited pace drew some shouts from their guards to move faster, and more than a few bites from the lash, but there was no way they could move with any more speed.

Along the road they struggled, finding it terribly difficult when they had to make a left turn at one corner and suffering more strokes of the whip as they tried to obey their reins. At last, Clinda simply stopped moving her “outer” leg and let Lorys do the leg-work until they were facing in the right direction. Turning on the toes of their “inner” boots was painful, even though it was the only way to obey the reins’ command.

Finally they reached their goal, the exercise yard. Here, they were forced to stumble with anxious energy to pull the chariot as fast as they could, which was not very fast. The guards’ whips nipped at their backs and asscheeks, making them writhe under the hurt, but their mutual anger did not abate. Clinda suddenly shove her hips to the right, forcing Lorys to stagger with her right foot, and the clumsy confusion that followed brought additional punishment from the whips. Lorys, of course, planned to return the favor.

After about three strides more, Lorys forced their inner legs to the left, making Clinda’s outer foot trip over their twinned boots, and both were soon face-down on the roadway in front of the chariot, with Lorys on top of her partner. She wriggled as much as she could, grinding Clinda’s body into the dirt of the road and grunting with satisfaction. But Clinda finally wormed her way out from beneath her blonde co-ponygirl and struggled to a kneeling position. Her eyes glinted in anger. She would show her unwilling partner how much misery she deserved!

Stung by the guards’ whips, the two managed finally to get to their feet and continue their servitude. After a few labored paces, Clinda managed to hold their twinned legs stiff and unmoving, leaving Lorys to move her outer foot and then fall to the side of the road. More stings of the whips did not persuade the two to keep moving. The guards soon decided that twinning was not the way to eliminate the two ponygirls’ antagonism, and so told the two combatants that they would be returned to the stables.

The two antagonists accepted this decision and so managed to get to their feet and pull the chariot back towards the stables. There was no further conflict between them on the return journey and they eventually reached their goal with only a few lashes of the whips to remind them of their duties. Chains and straps ensured that they would remain quiet for the rest of the night in their stalls, punitive as the restraints proved to be.

The next day, Dregbar appeared once more before Lady V and said, “I am sorry to report, Mistress, that twinning did not have the effect we had hoped for. Those two are still ready to kill each other if they are not halted. Ah, I wonder if several nights in a sixty-nine, reinforced with aphrodisiacs, might not persuade them to be nicer to each other. Small O-ring gags, just big enough to let their tongues poke through, should set them to pleasuring one another sooner or later. After several nights of this, I think they may feel more, well, more friendly.”

Lady V frowned. “It seems a shame to give them pleasure rather than pain in order to rid them of their hatred for each other, but it might just work. Be sure the stimulant you give them is powerful enough, and keep it up for a week. Oh, and keep them entirely separated during the days so that they will have physical contact only at night. And if this doesn’t work, I think we will have to sell one of them -- even though we may not get a good price for her.”

Dregbar nodded. “Yes, Lady, I think this is our last chance to change their minds. Our medical specialist will have the aphrodisiac we need, and I will see that they get a good dose before their first evening together.” He paused and then asked, “Would you like to observe the results, Lady?”

She shook her head. “God, no! I would find no pleasure in watching a couple of slutty ponygirls slurping away at each other! Just go ahead with the experiment and let me know how things turn out.” She dismissed him, and smiled to herself. At last, this might work!

The next morning, Clinda and Lorys were freed from their stalls but taken to opposite parts of the stable yard. As usual, they were gagged, corseted, breast-leashed, and shod with the stressful ballet-boots. The rest of the day was devoted to training. While Lorys was hitched to a heavy sulky and forced to pull her guard about the exercise yard, Clinda was fastened to the turn-around by her leash and encouraged to run the circular path as rapidly as possible. In mid-morning, each was equipped with a 12-inch hobble between wide ankle cuffs in order that she not be too exhausted by the exercise.

Their midday meal, eaten while kneeling before their bowls in the mess hall, seemed to have a different taste than usual, but they ignored it. Food for the ponygirls was always subject to changes in its ingredients. It was only later that each began to feel somewhat sexier than usual. Lorys tried to disobey her guard, hoping for a crotch-strap that would feed her unusually growing need, but of course failed. Clinda became aware of her own heightened needs but could do nothing about them.

Their evening meal, eaten in the same clumsy way, had an even stranger taste. The two worn-out ponygirls took this as simply more variation in their food, even though each was well aware that her lovelips were unusually damp. What surprised them was the O-rings fastened between their jaws before they were led to their stalls for the night. The rings were just large enough to let them thrust their tongues through them, and neither could tell why she was being so tormented now. Neither of them had given their guards any reason to impose this additional torment.

And when each was fitted with a discipline helmet, blinding and totally deafening her but leaving her mouth free of closure by the helmet, their confusion about why they were being so restricted was considerably enhanced. But they duly followed their guards’ leashes to the stable, helpless to ease their additional discomfort.

It was only when Lorys was laid on her right side on her cot that she began to wonder what just what was in store for her. Then she felt another body being laid on the cot, head at her feet and close to her, that she began to suspect something nasty was being planned.

Sure enough, she felt her knees being parted by a two-foot stretcher, and she assumed that the other girl’s legs were probably being given the same treatment. But when a broad leather strap was buckled snugly about the back of her waist, and no doubt about the other girl’s waist as well, forcing them close together, she had to believe that she and whoever her partner was would be condemned to a not-unwelcome sixty-nine for the rest of the night. When her hair was braided and pulled forward to force her face into the other girl’s crotch, she was sure this was what was intended.

When her partner’s face was similarly forced between her wide-stretched thighs, she could only think of taking advantage of their bizarre bondage. Her body was tense with erotic need. It needed only one thrust of her tongue through her O-gag before she felt her partner’s response -- a tongue-jab into her own eager slit. She redoubled her efforts, finding with real pleasure that her partner was responding in the same manner. Whoever this other ponygirl was, she clearly had the same goal in mind

The mutual tonguing continued, bringing more erotic stimulation to each of the girls. Lorys stiffened her tongue as much as she could, jamming it deeper into the other’s puss, and wriggled with excitement as the other girl responded in the same way. This was going to be a wonderful evening!

There followed more and more stimulation, each one doing her best to bring her partner closer to the peak of satisfaction. Their mutual love-making continued until each one’s movements indicated that she was close to climax. Then, tongues slapping at each other’s clit as eagerly as possible, they were finally able to bring each to a wildly delicious explosion of sexual gratification. Their moans of happiness and relief told their guards that they had succeeded in what was expected.

It was only then that the guards removed their discipline helmets and freed them from one another, allowing each to see who her partner was. Separated from each other, the two antagonists panted with the aftermath of carnal excitation and looked at each other in amazement.

“Ooh?” Clinda said through her gag, meaning “You?” Lorys nodded, “An Ih’ wa’ ooh?” Despite their gags, they could understand each other.

The two former enemies had found that they could be ultimate lovers if they chose to be. The steady animosity between them faded instantly, to be replaced with an amorous affection that would last for a long, long time. Out in the exercise yard the next day, the two former enemies nuzzled and worked their breasts against each other’s to exhibit their new-found love. Their other stable-mates were of course astounded until a guard explained what had been done.

Their guards were of course greatly pleased to find the nasty amity between the two ponygirls so effectively elementally eliminated. Neither was given any relief from her constraints, but this did not bother them. Each had found a lover of marvelous expertise, and each could only wait in silence until the evening arrived and they were once again united in their delightful sixty-nine.

Of course, if either one failed to obey a command or was slow to obey it on a given day, they would be kept apart for the evening and each was confined in a harsh hogtie or in some other extra-punitive bondage. If they were to continue their love-making, then, each would have to be especially sensitive to what was required of her. Soon they became the most docile and subservient of all the ponygirls in the stable.

Dregbar reported the success of this final strategy to his Mistress. She smiled, nodding her approval and thinking about how she could communicate this solution to her slave-holding companions. In some strange way, love is the solution to antagonism, and its arousal should the answer to many of their problems.

A demonstration of the formerly-hostile ponygirls’ love would certainly be a major feature of the next gathering of ponygirl owners!