Speed
by SirJeff
- with an original illustration by PeterPD.
- do not use without the author's and artist's permission.
Anita was fast and plain. Very fast and very plain. Her speed made people notice her, but only when she broke records as a varsity member of the Cornell University track team. And just as quickly people forgot her, for she had a typical runner's build, thin and flat-chested. That, plus her mousy brown hair and her large semitic nose, made the twenty year old girl invisible to any passersby on the street - only seen when in competition.
Master Peter saw through all that. With a studied eye, based on long years of experience capturing and training ponygirls, he knew a candidate when he spotted one. While watching her run at an intercollegiate track meet on ESPN TV, he instinctively recognized Anita's potential as a very exceptional ponygirl.
She was still an innocent, alone once again on her predictable early morning cross-country training run, when suddenly a black Land Rover pulled alongside. She was lassoed and tripped to the grassy ground. In mere seconds she was gagged, hogtied and in the vehicle.
As far as the world was concerned, she had simply disappeared. In realty she was captured by Master Peter and placed permanently in a locked leather slave collar in his home dungeon.
It was an interesting journey of slavery that Anita experienced. First, he had his plastic surgeon fix her big nose, then transform her breasts from flat-chested to delicious wine-glass size. Her hair was dyed a beautiful auburn red; this also accentuated her beautiful blue eyes. Before he took her virginity, Master Peter personally tattooed her all over her body, culminating in the one on her abdomen permanently declaring her "Slave of Peter". She looked very different - even her mother would not recognize her from a short distance.
She was put on a serious daily conditioning regimen under the whip, running, high stepping, and trotting for ten hours a day. That and a special pony diet, all were very effective in perfecting her ponygirl form.
Her subjugation continued and months passed. She was now fit and looked absolutely gorgeous. Master Peter knew to condition her psyche along with her body. So he kept her naked except for a double-plugged chastity belt and a leather body harness that matched her collar. These also were locked on her, and very permanent.
By now, incredibly, Anita had forgotten her past and had begun to enjoy her present. She was totally and absolutely in love with her Master, and would do anything for him. She thought of herself as his ponygirl - she lived to respond to whatever he demanded, instantly and unconditionally. Master Peter took his pleasures with her every single day, often more than once, unlocking her double-plugged chastity belt only during such times.
On a fine spring morning, her Master forced her arms behind her into leather cuffs, and made her learn to keep her balance running around the paddock that way. As soon as she had that right, he placed her in thigh-high leather boots that had no heels and looked very much like hooves at the bottom. Again, Master kept her running in them until with practice her initial tottering had returned to her graceful gait. Finally she was fitted with a leather head harness, a bit and reins, and made to trot in them til she completely forgot about their intrusion on her head.
Master Peter smiled to himself, his long training whip urging his now well-trained pony onwards into a trot. He knew this would be a perfect afternoon for their first ride in the sunny upstate New York countryside. So her led her to the three-shafted pony cart, which he had never let her see before. He watched her eyes in amusement, as she looked over the contraption wondering how she would be attached to it. Anita figured that the chains hanging from the shafts would somehow be connected to her. She was partly correct, except for the fact that the polished central shaft would become a very intimate linkage. Master Peter drew her back to it, lubricated it, and firmly introduced it into her butt. Once chained in place, no amount of protest or shaking would ever dislodge it. He sat in the cart and waited nearly twenty minutes for Anita to adjust to her fate and settle down.
Then he cracked the buggy whip loudly above his Anitapony's head, urging her to leave the gate of his pony farm behind. The first of many pleasant days, he thought, lots of time to explore the hills and dales, plenty of time all summer to get her up to full potential for speed-pulling the cart.
Master Peter thought ahead to the late fall, when he would take her out west, to the Salt Flats. There she would pull his cart full out in front of the Ponygirl Association and the Guiness Records people. And he just knew that Anitapony would not disappoint - she would earn the Prize. He would at long last break the Ponygirl Carting World Record for the galloping mile. And beyond that, maybe a record for the 10K, and perhaps even for the Ironpony. He now owned the speed for them all. Master Peter smiled again, enjoying the wonderful vision of his well-harnessed and obedient ponygirl. She walked on, elegantly undulating her branded cheeks in a leisurely high step.
© SirJeff, March 2004