She had been the star of the varsity track team, and only nineteen, when she was kidnapped and taken to a far away land.

Within a month she was broken in and racing as a ponygirl. Before the year was out, she was a champion racer, the pride of her stables. She grew to love it. She won the seasonal title three years running, and finally was taken off the circuit.

Her value became greatest then as a breeder of future champions. For five years, she was dropping a foal each season, never seeing nor knowing what stallion sired them.

When demand for her as breeder diminished, she was turned into a milk mare. Hormones made her teats swell to incredible proportions, in contrast to her ever-bound-in-reverse-prayer arms, which had by then atrophied to mere stumps. There had been no more running free in the pastures for her, as she'd leak and topple forward. Mostly kept tethered in her stall, if she was not milked twice a day, she would neigh and moan, pleading in agony.

Now, after a few years, her milk was running much thinner. She was only being kept around the stable to amuse the stable hands. Of course her cunt and arse had become much too wide from overuse to interest anyone, so all her teeth were recently removed and her bit-harness replaced by a ring-gag harness for easy access.

She knew this could not go on much longer. Her glory days and all her usefulness were gone. She would soon be put down.



© SirJeff, May 2005