The basement of Esther's mansion was like most such buildings. It was used for storage of supplies and as a wine cellar. Only hers differed in that an area had been set up especially for her hobby.
As the two women crossed a heavy door, Esther said: "Welcome to the stable!"
If Sabrina still had doubts about the rumors on Esther, they were instantly
dissipated when she entered the room. It looked like a stable, a human pony
stable.
She turned around wanting the flee, but Esther blocked her way. Her
submissiveness of a moment ago was gone. She fought to get out, to defend her
vanishing freedom, but it was useless, Esther was much stronger than her and
when Mr. Benson tied her arms in the back at the elbows, she realized that her
struggles would be futile in front of overwhelming force.
The only defense she had left was her voice and she screamed, calling for
help, but the sound never made it outside the walls of the room.
She was brought screaming to a stainless steel frame. A bar was raised
between her back and pinioned arms. A strap was buckled around her wrists and
the loose end tied to a ring at the base of the frame. Her elbows were released
but the bar was raised. Then Mr. Benson and Esther, each taking a leg, tied her
knees at hip level at right angles. In spite of the pain that the bar caused
her, Sabrina struggled. All she accomplished by that was to raise the skirt of
her dress so that the crotch of her panty hose was now exposed to view.
"It's indecent. . . . You can't do that to me! Stop. . . let me go, I've
changed my mind. HELP. . . HELP . . . SOMEONE HELP ME . . . !" and she struggled
some more in her restraints, her lower legs whipping the air futilely.
Esther bringing the crop up from under, hit Sabrina at the crotch. The girl in the frame screamed at the pain.
"You better calm down, there's more where this one came from."
Sabrina, not wanting to repeat the painful experience, calmed down. It was
hard to maintain her control through what followed. Benson with a pair of
scissors, was cutting her dress. The dress fell open at the front to reveal her
bra. He cut through both sleeves at the shoulder and the dress hung in her back,
held only by the pressure of her body on the bar. Esther pulled it out. One by
one Benson cut the shoulder straps of her bra. Then, pulling at the bra, he cut
it open to reveal Sabrina's firm erect tits. Testing the softness of her
generous right breast, Benson noted with pleasure that his hand could hardly
contain her. During the ordeal, Sabrina had tried to talk herself out of the
deal, but Esther was not listening.
"My god, Esther, I think you've got yourself a talking horse! A good curb bit should take care of that problem nicely. Should I put the bridle on her now?" asked Mr. Benson.
"No Jack, not yet. I have to fix her hair first. The bridle would only get in
the way. But why don't you start your veterinary examination now while I cut the
panty hose loose." answered Esther.
When Sabrina's last guard fell, her secret was revealed to the world: she was
a natural blonde! The vet's examination was embarrassing. Having her mouth, eyes
and all examined was okay and Sabrina was no prude but in her exposed and
vulnerable position, the probing of her body brought a deep blush. She blushed
even more when Benson cupped her sex and told Esther that they would have to get
rid of "that" before he examined her sex.
"That" was her bush of which she was so proud. Her golden curls testified that she was not a fake blonde. She tried to plead but to no avail.
"Get serious Sabrina. When was the last time you saw a horse with a bush? No,
it has to go!" Esther's logic was infallible.
A thick lather was applied, and with a few strokes of the razor within
minutes her pube was smooth all over. Sabrina sobbed at the loss and at the
realization that she no longer had control over what happened to her body. As
she watched Benson putting on rubber gloves and applying a generous portion of
Vaseline on them, she knew she would not like what was coming and yet she felt
strangely excited at the prospect.
