The cold Canadian winter was often raging outside. It mattered no more to Hannah Greyson. She was naked and hairless, sporting naught but SirJeff's brand on her right thigh. If anything, she was too warm from her travails in SirJeff's secret basement dungeon.

Once thinking herself SirJeff's equal, Hannah Greyson was captured during that nasty November snowstorm. Since then, her routine had hardly changed. Two calibrated meals a day of oats and vitamins, washed down with water. And each day, for hours on end, Hannah was exercised on the motorized trainer, hitched only by that insidious vibrating dildo inside her.

Round and round she went, constantly on the edge of orgasm. Yet she kept her gait and posture exquisitely beautiful.

By March, the once haughtily dominant Hannah Greyson was transformed into a totally broken in ponygirl. She was hair-trigger horny, very fit and much trimmer, finally ready for SirJeff's full use.