Abda Kestejoo was a unique young woman, quarter African, quarter native American, quarter Indian and quarter Latino. Her name, meaning Slave, Slave, reflected her African / Native American ancestry. Time would also make it the most fitting name she could have been given. She examined herself in the ladies room mirror. Six foot one tall, skin that looked well tanned and oiled in all conditions, large, beautiful hazel eyes, and shoulder length, straight black hair.

She wasn’t sure which of her ancestors gave her her tight, firm booty, which her tight jeans showed off so perfectly, or her 38FF breasts, which where deliberately and tantalisingly displayed and yet covered by her black top, onto which she had painted purple hand prints. She was certain, however, her lollipop figure, that made her so slim through her hips, and gave her her perfectly flat stomach, and her slender build, leaving the breasts looking disproportionably large to the rest of her body, defiantly came from her Latino side.

She found a lot of men were intimidated by her height, and at six foot one, she did stand above many of them, though she did herself no favours, preferring high heeled shoes over flats. She drew enough attention from men as it was, but she was saving herself for the right man, though she wasn’t even certain what that was. The man that she married? The man that swept her off her feet? It didn’t matter. He wasn’t in the bar she had just escaped from, by coming down here, into the ladies room.

Her phoned buzzed as she got a text from her friend. Some eighteenth birthday this turned out to be. It was barley midnight, and she’d spent the last half hour alone, her friends ditching her for the guys they had picked up. “If I go missing tonight, no one would know it until Monday. I’d be missing for a whole forty eight hours before anyone began to miss me. That is if my corpse didn’t turn up down some alley.” She sighed, guessing it was just the price of celibacy. She checked her phone. It was after midnight. She began to panic. First, the last train left in forty five minutes, due to the holidays coming up. If she didn’t catch that, she was done for. Then the boarding house shut in just over an hour. There was every chance of her having to spend the night on the streets if she wasn’t careful.

She ran out of the ladies room, and into the alley behind the pub, darting into the dark shadows that lay beyond. The alley behind the pub was the first of an interconnected labyrinth of concrete slab paved alleyways, darting through the shadows. She knew it was stupid, dangerous even. Many women had gone missing and many more had turned up dead, in or form these alleys, but she was so desperate, so pushed for time, she needed the short cut. The long way down would mean missing the last train by ten minutes. Then she breathed sigh of relief as she turned the last corner. Ahead, an archway of street light beckoned her, like a beacon, as the rain began to fall.

The smell of wet concrete filled her nose before she reached the alleyway entrance, where walls on either side lowered from towering above her, to only waist height, topped by bricks. She passed the last wooden gate, which led into someone's back yard, the smell of urine replaced the wet concrete's, and she noticed a suspicious stain. She found herself thinking that some people were truly disgusting. She went to move out of the alley, but stopped dead, nearly tripping over a hat at her feet. She looked up as a woman’s voice called out “Excuse me dear….” An old looking lady was addressing her from the window of a strange vehicle, an odd combination of wheel chair, mobility scooter and quad bike, with a jet ski shaped hull, in which she sat behind blacked out windows. She motioned to the hat. “Would you mind passing me that please?”

Abda should have suspected something. “How could the hat blow off when she was protected from the wind by the roofing of her cart?” she would chide herself over and over again in the months to come, but at that moment, it didn’t occur to her. The only two thoughts that came to her were her desperate need to get to the train station, and the fact the old lady was blocking her way. She bent down to pick it up, and was struck in the chest by something sharp. She felt a pin prick, looked down to see an odd, feathered dart in her shoulder, looked up at the woman who was now holding some sort of gun, pointed at her, then the world went dark.

When she woke up, the pain was gone. So was the dart. She tried to speak, but a ball gag sat firmly in her mouth, turning her words into muffled mumbling, and causing great pain in jaw. The woman turned around and glanced back at her, then turned back to the road she was driving down.

In that second, Abda saw that she was nowhere near as old as she had made herself look. She said to Abda “Well, I’m glad to see you’re awake. Don’t bother trying to move or run or escape or scream, you’ll find your quite incapacitated. I’m fairly practiced at the old bondage thing. Mouth gagged, wrist tied and ankles bound with the same piece of rope.” Abda tried to move, and found the woman was telling the truth. The rest of the drive passed in silence, until she drove to the water plane. She said “I need to get out to fly this, but I wont be far away so don’t bother trying to run.”

The warning was unnecessary, Abda was totally incapacitated. She heard, rather then felt, whatever locking mechanism held the cart to the plane clamp down, and then the distant whirling hum of the propellers starting up as the engines kicked into life.

She was left there in silence, shock taking her ability to think. Finally, she head a splash and knew that they had landed, and began to hear and feel the cart unlock, as the older woman got back in. Then they re-entered the water, meaning the cart was amphibious also, and then driven for a few minutes up hill, and in through a stone archwayand straight inside the house.

Abda could just see out of the front window, past her. They were inside some sort of large corridor, very wide, judging by the arches she saw above, which where at least thirty feet up. However there was nothing to give any sign as to where she was. Finally the woman removed her coat, revealing that she was naked underneath, save for a pair of stockings which she removed, and panties, part black leather, part chain.

Abda had no idea how much time had passed. If she had to guess, from the point she woke up, to the point she was retrieved from the cart was two hours, but with little frame of reference, it could have been half that or double - she had no way of knowing how long she had been unconscious.

The woman was now much clearer to Abda, having dragged her out, by the arm, to her feet, having gotten out herself, as they stood face to face. Four foot nothing, probably early forties, dark brown hair with a touch of silver at the roots and in the highlights, deep hazel eyes, busty, but not in Abad’s league. Probably only a DD. She turned as another woman walked in.

The first thing Abda noticed about her was the tall series of feathers that protruded from a clasp at the top of her head. The next thing she noticed was her leather hood, which held horse blinkers and a pair of leather straps, which in turn held some sort of bit, like that used to control horses. Then Abda realised how tall she was. She stood head and shoulders above Abda, though as she looked down this odd woman’s body, it was apparent her height was due mainly to the exceptional hoof-shaped shoes she wore, which effectively converted her shins, ankles and feet into the lower legs of a horse.

This woman was also dressed in a leather garment, a one piece body suit, covering the odd shoes from her ankles, all the way up to a collar around her neck. It served to cover her body, but also held straps and buttons and zips, clearly holding shut several portions of the suit which could be removed and leave her almost naked. Just above either of the woman’s hips were a pair of poles, held to her by straps, and as the woman turned, Abda saw these connected the woman to the mini-carriage she pulled. Then she stopped, waiting patiently, clearly expecting something from the older woman, but not looking at her, instead remaining stock still and staring ahead.

The old woman said “my dear, I am about to perform the last kindness that shall be preformed for you for the next few weeks, by removing those stupid shoes of yours.” It was true, the shoes were killing her now. The old woman bent down and pulled Abad’s left leg up, causing it to burst into a fiery pain as it strained against the ropes, until the woman pulled off the shoe, letting her place her foot on the icy cold stone. Then the old woman repeated the movement for the other leg, before straightening and holding Abad’s gaze, watching her shiver.

She smiled and said “I feel the same chill you do. Probably more. You’ll get used to it. You won’t be allowed to be so cold you die, but you probably won’t be truly comfortable ever again. Oh but don’t worry, the human body is a remarkable thing. It will trick you into thinking your comfortable, once it gets used to its new treatment. All the same you still won’t feel quite… right… still no matter… sluts like you are only here to be used for what you are.” Then she tugged at the binding ropes that bit into Abad’s flesh and dragged her into the carriage, not an easy task with the way she was bound by the ankles.

The carriage moved on, without instruction, clearly spurred on by some pre-programmed command given long before Abad’s arrival. They headed towards a pair of large double oak doors which opened for them as they drew near, leading them into a large chamber dominated by a throne. He was a huge man, massive in build and tendon, though seemed to have little fat.

He was shaven bald. He had a large roman nose and was handsome in his own way, though it was quite impossible to tell how old he was. He loomed down at them, surrounded by an odd combination of old style grandeur and all the trappings of modern gadgetry that only large amounts of money could buy. The old woman stepped down, dragged Abda out of the carriage, and told her to kneel. When Abda didn’t obey immediately, the old woman directed a vicious kick into the back of Abad’s knees, forcing Abda to the floor, leaving her laying face down. The ropes bit even more tightly into her. Abda had to turn her cheek to the floor to see what was going on.

The older woman then stepped in front of Abad’s face, took five paces forward, and lowered herself to her knees. Then she dropped her face and palms to the floor like a Muslim praying and as if he was her Mecca. She lifted her face less then an inch from the stone floor and said “Great and most beloved master, I have returned with a potential new slave for your viewing. I hope she pleases you.”

He gave a command Abda couldn’t quite hear and another woman Abda hadn’t seen walked up to the old woman. Standing with feet either side of her, then kneeling, she straddled the older woman as if to ride her like a bike. She leaned down and pulled open her buttocks, exposing the old woman’s anus to Abda for a split second. She ran her tongue around and then inside for a moment, then raised her head again, and pushed a butt plug into the older woman's anus, but not like any Abda had ever seen before. Abda recognised it as a butt plug, due to several dirty friends, but had never seen one with a tail before, and it was indeed a long, thick, full, real horse’s tail.

She told the older woman to rise, which she did, and pulled Abda up to her feet, which were already numb from the cold, and yet slightly painful to walk on. The older lady, who was freakishly strong for her size, forced Abda towards the man, who parted his legs, before forcing Abda to straddle his knee.

He looked her in the eye as he said “You belong to me now. I will do what I want to you, I will take you however I want, and make you whatever I want, and that’s to be obedient pony girl which you shall become. You will be subjected to every kind of psychology and subliminal messaging to make you love me and your new life here, which I own. Failure to comply with any command will result in immediate punishment. The woman who brought you to me is the head slave recruiter, trainer and slave. Make no mistake, she is my slave, and I own her as I own you, but any command given by her, which does not contradict one given by me, is to be taken as a command by me.” He turned to the head slave and bade “Loosen her!”

The head slave stepped forward, and reached around Abda from behind. Abda could feel her fleshy breasts and hard, erect nipples digging into her back, even before she pulled her top up, exposing Abad’s breasts. She regretted not wearing a bra. Then the head slave rubbed her breasts and nipples against the bare skin of Abad’s back, in a motion that could only be deliberate. She reached down and unbuttoned her jeans. She cupped Abad’s buttocks, first over the jeans, then on bare skin, having slipped a hand down her panties. Then she felt the large tip of her strong hand pushing ever so tenderly down her crack, until it found her anus, where it stopped for a moment before pushing deep inside, probing deep, forcing Abad’s eyes to close. On the third thrust, her eyes released and slowly reopened.

That’s when the head slave let out a slight moan, causing Abda to look over her shoulder. He laughed and said “She how she is trained? The mere thought of a fucking, the simple sight of your being abused, the simple knowledge that she will be allowed to do as she wishes with you soon, is enough to have her close to orgasm.” And she clearly was, her eyes closed, her head rolled back, her juices flowing out at an almost alarming rate. Abda almost forgot about the anal probing altogether, as she watched, fascinated. He added, “Don’t worry. She may be able to orgasm while I’m not around, but when I’m present, she can only orgasm when I command her to. On the other hand, she orgasms whenever I command her to, no matter what. A trick I shall teach you. And it seems you need some lessons in restraint.”

That’s when she felt his finger rubbing over her vagina lips. She hadn’t noticed herself getting horny, and had no idea she was leaking juice, she was so shocked by the fate which had befallen her. Now though she felt only shame, then the rapid approach of orgasm. She did her best not to orgasm, to resist but in the end she was only delaying the inevitable, for he was a master manipulator of women, so when the orgasm finally came, it was even bigger for all her resistance.

Abda felt utterly humiliated. He turned to the head slave and said “Take her down to the lower stable. She will sleep tonight, as it is late. In the morning we will begin preparing her. That will probably take all day. We will let her rest Sunday, and then her training begins proper next week. Tonight, however, you will be her blanket, understand?”

“Yes my lord. I am not worthy to serve you but thank you for the privilege of taking and training this new pony girl.” Then the head slave’s tone changed to one of utter dominance as she said “Come on slut!” and yanked at Abda’s arm. She dragged Abda, who was struggling in her bindings to keep up with the woman, down some stone stairs into a stone lined dungeon, through a large oak door, into a room clearly laid out as a stable for a horse.

The head slave threw her into a pile of hay, which despite being prickly was far warmer and more comfortable then she had been expecting. Abda took a few seconds to look around at all the tools and chains and hooks and dominating clothes and other things she couldn’t even begin to fathom, before the head slave got on all fours and crawled up her body until her nipples and breasts stroked against Abda’s. She rubbed against Abda until both women were driven to orgasm. Finally she lay down on Abad’s stomach, the two women keeping each other warm with their own body heat.

Abda settled back into the hay, with a warm feeling tingling through her body. It took her a while to figure out what it was, as her eyelids grew heavy from exhaustion and sleep drifted in from the shadows and she was slowly dragged down into the depths of unconsciousness. That the strong domineering man who now owned her was the perfect man for her, that this new slave mistress was the perfect carer and teacher for her, and that whatever happened next, she was going to be happy because she was finally where she belonged.