Jane was jolted from her deep slumber by the harsh buzz of the alarm clock. She stirred reluctantly under the soft sheets and, with her eyes still closed, reached out and hit the ALARM OFF button. It would be another hard day ahead.

~

Jane was jolted from her deep slumber by the harsh buzz of the clit stimulator strapped to her crotch. She stirred reluctantly under the rough burlap and, with hooded eyes and bound hands, waited until the stablehand hit the OFF switch. It would be another hard day ahead.

*

The 36-year-old woman slid out of bed and went to the bathroom to relieve herself and put in a new tampon, then returned to choose her wardrobe before slipping out of her nightshirt and getting dressed. As Regional Manager of Stansfford Industries, she had to wear a sensible business suit, but that didn't mean she couldn't wear what she wanted underneath. Though she still had a trim athletic figure due to Pilates, jogging, yoga, and light weights, she slipped on a butt-boosting panty girdle and a full-support lace-cup bra, completing the ensemble with a skimpy garter belt, nude lace-top stockings, and a full slip. After she finished dressing, she applied her makeup and combed her shoulder-length blonde hair before she went into the kitchen for a quick breakfast of grapefruit juice, coffee, a toasted muffin with jam, and a hard-boiled egg.

~

The 37-year-old woman waited to be released from the leg cuff chained to the floor before she was hauled to her feet and led by her collar out of her stall and to the end of the stable to the communal toilet. Still hooded and bound, she sat down and relieved herself, aware of the male handler standing two feet in front of her. After he gave her a quick wipe with rough toilet paper, he led her back to her stall, where he worked her into her pony tack-- the high-heeled pony boots, the harness, and -- after removing her hood-- the bridle. As a showpony, her trim athletic figure had not known clothing for some months now, and her tits were beginning to sag, something which she could do nothing about. Thin white lines criss-crossed her slightly-darker ass at various angles-- a reminder of punishments that helped break her spirit--, and an obscene brand-- two balls below an erect penis squirting drops of cum-- adorned her left butt cheek. A sanitary napkin was wedged between the crotch strap of her harness and her shaved pussy, a butt plug ponytail was inserted into her rectum, and the short blonde mane down the back of her shaved head was given a quick combing before a feedbag was strapped over her face. Breakfast was a warm, mushy meusli, the same bland unsweetened mixture every day.

*

Jane slid behind the wheel of her BMW and put an energy drink in the cupholder, her body relaxing into the soft contours of the seat. Within minutes, she was on the freeway headed toward work. She reveled in the superb engineering of her car as it weaved in and out of the early-morning traffic. It was getting warm already, so she turned on the AC. A manicured finger touched the PLAY button on the CD player, and the sounds of her favorite music put her in the right mood for the day.

~

Jane was led into the bare dark interior of a horse trailer parked at the entrance of the stable, and stood patiently as she was strapped in, the numerous leather straps leading from her ankle cuffs, harness, arm cuffs, and bridle holding her immobile in the center of her small mobile prison. A blindfold was fitted over her eyes, and earplugs were pushed into her ears, leaving her with nothing but the smell of leather, the bitter taste of vulcanized rubber, and the feel of restraints on her bare skin. A tube was stuck into her mouth, the other end leading to a bottle of water sitting in a holder on the one wall, before she was locked in. The trailer lurched forward and bounced along the dirt road, making Jane's breasts swing back and forth across her chest like liquid pendulums; the rest of her could barely move an inch. As they hit the freeway, the steady movement lulled her into a barely-conscious state, but the rising heat soon turned the enclosed trailer into an oven. Sweat beaded on her bare skin before rolling down her body in steady streams. She began to get delirious from the sweltering air, hallucinations slowly taking over from reality.

*

The blonde manager left her car in the underground parking garage and rode the elevator up to the twentieth floor, where she held a coveted corner office. She greeted co-workers as she strode to her office, then got on her computer to start her long workday. She spent the morning dealing with the daily operation of running a huge part of a multi-million-dollar national corporation, multi-tasking effortlessly as she dealt with various problems and situations. At a ten o'clock meeting, she had to explain to her superiors why her department almost lost a major client, detailing how it was only through her intervention that she was able to keep them, which earned her the admiration of the board of directors.

~

The woozy blonde ponygirl was led out of the steaming-hot trailer and taken to the main corral, where she was tied to the first convenient hitching post. Fortunately, a cool breeze helped her recover from her arduous trip. She stood motionless, forbidden to acknowledge, or even look at, the stablehands who went about their business nearby, until she was taken into the corral to perform. Wide blinders on her bridle ensured that she didn't take furtive glances.

A crowd of locals had formed around the corral, waiting to see her. As her trainer stood before her and made various hand gestures, Jane responded with the appropriate maneuvers, prancing around the corral like a Lipizzaner stallion. After a grueling hour of precise movements in the hot sun, she was taken into the stable amid enthusiastic applause. "Stupid bitch!" growled the trainer, "You need to be a little quicker, and you went left instead of right near the end." He bent her over and gave her a good spanking, walloping her ass good until it was crimson and tears spilled from the helpless ponygirl's eyes.

*

For lunch, Jane went to the Chez de Gastronomie and was seated at her favorite table. She ordered the foie gras and truffles with white wine, followed by fresh-baked French pastry.

~

After the ponygirl was finished crying, a bottle of Gatorade was hung from the front of her harness and a straw pushed between her lower lip and bit. The artificial flavor was bad enough, but it was lime, a flavor she hated. She drank anyway, as her body needed the fluids.

*

When she returned to work, there were more problems. There was a note that Jason, one of the salespeople had made a sexist joke that had offended some of his female co-workers. She sighed and had him called into her office.

The young man stood there sheepishly as Jane glared at him. "So," she said icily, "what was this joke, anyway?"

The man coughed nervously before speaking. "Why does a bride wear white? Because the dishwasher has to match the fridge and the stove."

The woman fought to control the anger that rose inside her. "Clean out your desk. This is no place for behavior like that."

Jason turned and stomped out of the office. Jane hated doing it, but she had probably avoided a costly and messy lawsuit. She would just have to hire someone else, that's all.

~

The ponygirl gave little notice when someone entered the deserted stable and came up behind her-- she had been trained well. But then she got worried when she heard his heavy breathing as he moved in close behind her.

"Love those titties." Hands came around and cupped her breasts from below, kneading and squeezing them. She had no way of stopping him, no way of even knowing who he was, as he pawed and played with the soft globes of her bare breasts. The helpless woman could do nothing but stand there and take it.

One hand left, and she heard a zipper being opened. Her body tensed, knowing what was to follow. There was movement behind her, and the butt plug-ponytail was removed from her ass with a soft pop. She felt the head of a hard cock brush against her ass. Jane forced herself to relax, knowing it would be quicker and less painful that way. Still, she found her teeth grinding into the hard rubber bit as her attacker's cock pushed its way into her ass. A gasp of pain escaped her lips as it went in deeper, deeper. Fire engulfed her sphincter muscles as he pumped away, ramming it in harder and harder, his hands holding her in place by gripping the belt rings of her leather harness. He came, grunting in her ear as his hot breath washed across her shaven head. He pulled out quickly and jammed the butt plug back into her ass before disappearing.

Jane was left standing there with a burning ass, a colon full of cum, and a new awareness that her body and her fate were no longer hers.

*

Jane went through the online job applications and selected someone who seemed good. She left him an e-mail to make an appointment for an interview at his earliest convenience. As she read through her e-mail before leaving, she noticed that her boss had given her a raise for exceptional performance.

~

The ponygirl heard her handlers returning, along with several vehicles. There was much conversation, along with the opening and slamming of vehicle doors. As the men entered the stable, Jane could hear whimpering and crying beneath the raucous laughter and loud talk, and she knew that that meant another successful day. Her performance had helped recruit new ponygirls, women who had been taken, stripped, and bound and brought here to be sold. Like her, they would never know freedom again. As the naked struggling girls were loaded into a trailer, Jane's handler came over to her.

"Good work, girl." He patted her head and pushed a piece of chocolate into her mouth. It tasted bitter.

*

Her work done for the day, Jane left and drove to the women's health spa. She changed into her comfortable exercise clothes and joined a yoga class, the gentle stretching working out the tensions of the day, then ran a few minutes on the treadmill and did a light weight routine. After a quick shower and a protein shake, she headed home.

~

The ponygirl was taken back outside. "Let's give our clients a little treat," said her handler. Jane was hitched to a small cart, her harness strapped to the vehicle by several leather straps, and reins clipped to her bit rings. One of the clients plopped into the seat behind her. With a crack of a riding crop on her ass, she was off on a quick circle around the farm, her horseshoe-clad feet pounding on the hard ground as the rider directed her with jerks of the reins. There were half-a-dozen clients and, after ninety minutes, Jane was achy and exhausted. She was given some more Gatorade and loaded, still sweaty and tired, back into her trailer for the long hot ride home.

*

Jane entered her apartment, wishing she could get a dog or cat, something to greet her every night when she came home, but she knew she didn't have the time or energy at this stage in her life to deal with a pet. She popped a gourmet dinner into the microwave and slipped into a T-shirt and shorts before relaxing in front of the TV to eat her dinner, her feet planted in a foot massager. When she finished her meal, she brought out her laptop and, to celebrate her raise, went online to buy some new clothes and shoes.

~

The exhausted equine was taken into the stable, where she was stripped of her tack, hosed down and dried off, then re-harnessed and bridled before being taken back to her stall. In the dim light, she noticed with revulsion that a large spider was spinning a web in the upper corner of her stall. As she ate her gruel from the feedbag, a cockroach crawled into view right before her eyes, and she nearly vomited her dinner right back into the bag. Fortunately, it dropped off the feedbag with a quick shake of her head, but because of her restraints, she was unable to stomp it before it scurried away. When her handler came back to remove the feedbag, he looked down at her chest, then bounced one of her tits in his fingers.

"Gettin' a little saggy there. Maybe if you're a good girl, we'll get you a sports bra or somethin'. Keep you from lookin' like you got a pair of deflated balloons."

He inspected her boots. "Just as I thought-- a loose shoe." He removed her one boot and took it away for reshoeing. Jane stood there, balancing on one foot and despairing at the fact that she could no longer put her bare feet flat on the ground, as she had been forced to wear her high-heeled pony boots so much.

*

Later that night, Jane joined a few of her friends at the local bar. They drank, shared jokes, and gossiped. As Jane went to get more drinks, a man came up to her.

"Man, I would go through anything for you."

Jane managed a smile. "Great. Let's start with your bank account."

With a scowl, he turned and walked away. Jane heard "Bitch!" before he disappeared into the crowd. Screw you, too, she thought.

~

As Jane stood in her stall, straps clipped to the top of her bridle and the back of her harness preventing her from sitting down or moving about much, she heard the new girls being brought in. As they passed by Jane's stall, one of them turned to look at her. Immediately, a leather crop snapped viciously across her ass. The girl yelped and crashed into two others in front of her.

"Eyes front, bitch!" barked the handler. Jane knew from painful experience that ponygirls were forbidden to even look at each other. Not that making friends would have helped their situation, as ponygirls were bought and sold on a regular basis, and were rarely in the same place for long.

One of the other handlers came up to her stall and smiled. "We got a special treat for you today, sweetie."

Even before he clipped leads to her bit rings, she knew what was in store for her. It was their weekly ritual, and they tried to convince her that they were doing it for her benefit.

She was taken to a special room with a gynaecological examination table and strapped down, her ankles bound to the stirrups so that her legs were spread wide open. She wondered how many it would be this time. Sometimes it was only one or two; other times it could be ten or twelve; most times it was around half-a-dozen. She lay there and waited, just wanting it to be over.

Several minutes later, four ponyboys were brought in. One of their female handlers rolled a condom onto the first man's stiff quivering member, then allowed him to position himself between Jane's legs.

He entered her and thrust away. Jane's mind was already in a far-off place. She had lost count of the number of men she had been forced to service since becoming a ponygirl. Just in the first week alone, she had had sex more times than when she had been a free woman.

Only one of them was gentle. Not that it mattered how good-looking they were or how good their technique was. She was still being used like a cheap sex toy.

When it was finally over, they took her back to her stall.

*

Back home once again, Jane undressed and slipped into her nightshirt before relaxing under soft cotton sheets, the soft music from the clock radio soothing her to sleep. Tomorrow would be another challenging day.

~

Back in her stall, Jane's bridle was replaced with a leather hood that was buckled securely at the neck. The only openings were two breathing holes under her nostrils. The clit stimulator was strapped to her pelvis and she was made to lie down on the old mattress so that her ankle could be chained to the floor and her wrists bound behind her. The handler patted her ass before throwing the rough burlap over her prone body.

Jane lay there in the silent darkness, the smell of fresh leather filling her lungs, and tried to sleep. Tomorrow would be another challenging day.

THE END