Psychology of Deviance, the course was called-- just one of the many elective courses in her major. Little did Cynthia know what she was getting into when she signed up.

Things were going well until just before Spring Break, when the professor told them they had to do some field work to fulfill the requirements of the course.

"I'm not sure what I want to do," she confided later that night to sorority sister Jenelle, who was also in the class. "And tomorrow's the last day we have to notify the prof of our plans."

"Don't worry. Here, let me fix you some tea, and we can talk it over, alright?"

The herbal tea Jenelle brought tasted weird, but was soothing and relaxing. Too relaxing. The next thing Cynthia knew, she was bound and gagged and in the back of a van, traveling to who knows where.

All her struggles were in vain, and when the van finally stopped, Jenelle came back to inform her that they were now doing their field work together.

"I've told the prof that we were doing first-hand research on a form of S&M called ponyplay. You, lucky girl, are going to be a pony girl, and I will be your trainer. For the entire two weeks of spring break." Jenelle's wicked smile chilled the bound girl to the bone.

Cynthia protested, but it was no use. With the help of two male stablehands, the hapless girl was dragged out of the van, stripped naked, then harnessed and bridled. The terrified girl was forced into a stall and locked in.

Jenelle smiled. "Go ahead and struggle; that way we can more fully explore the discipline aspect of the fetish, and demonstrate how a reluctant pony girl is broken in. And, yes, everything IS being filmed."

Cynthia whimpered and squirmed in her leather restraints. She wasn't much for sexual experimentation-- her boyfriend's one attempt at anal sex had left her hurting for a week-- and the thought of being a fetish toy appalled her. Not only that, but it was all being recorded. Would she ever be able to live this down? Jenelle patted her on the head, and then turned and left. The reluctant pony girl couldn't see any video cameras, but she knew they were there.

"Oh, by the way," said Jenelle before leaving the stable, "Derek is mine now."

So that's what this was all about! She knew the sorority sister had been upset when the college football star had started dating her, but she didn't think Jenelle still carried a grudge. She was wrong. Horribly wrong. Cynthia had to put an end to this somehow . . .

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"The topic chosen by my partner and I was ponyplay. This is a form of S&M where submissive individuals are harnessed and bridled and trained like horses. Though it is not known where and how this practice originated, it is most popular in England, where equestrian activities like horseback riding, polo, and fox hunting are major sports. It has been celebrated in fiction, such as Anne Rice's Beauty trilogy, movies like THE PERILS OF GWENDOLINE, and art by such fetish artists as John Willie, Eric Stanton, and Vaughan Bode."

Jenelle paused as a few titters were heard from some of the other students. The professor gave a stern look as his eyes searched for the offenders. The sorority sister had to supress a smile herself as she pulled out the DVD and inserted it into the player. She dimmed the lights and pressed PLAY.

The video began with a naked and nervous Cynthia being strapped into her harness and bridle by the two stablehands.

"As you can see, this type of activity requires elaborate equipment to ensure that the person is fully restrained like an untamed mare. That right there is a butt plug pony tail, which is now being inserted. Though some tails attach to the waist belt of the harness, most dominants prefer the more humiliating and painful butt plug tail. Lubricant is always used to ensure that it doesn't cause any physical damage to the rectum. In extreme, but rare, cases the pony tail is made from the head hair of the pony girl, after the head has been shaved into a horse's mane, like you see here.

"The leather shoes you see being put on her are called pony boots, and have metal shoes to mimic those worn by horses. Ankle hobbles, like the kind you see here, prevent the pony girl from kicking out or running away."

The video then cut to a feedbag being strapped to the girl's face.

"Since the pony girl is unable, or forbidden, to use her hands for anything, she must eat like horses do. Of course, the human digestive system cannot handle hay, so pony girls are often given food that simulates animal feed-- trail mix, for example-- or baby food. No forks and knives for this little filly!"

The laughter was more open now as the class became more comfortable with the presentation. The video cut to a scene of Cynthia being led out of the stable and into a corral.

"Training and discipline is very important in ponyplay. Here you see the pony girl being hitched to a training carousel, a motorized variable-speed device that forces the person to go around and around in circles while she perfects her various gaits. There you see her trotting . . . now cantering . . . now galloping."

The students watched, enthralled as the naked girl pranced around in circles, her bare breasts bobbing furiously to her exaggerated gait.

"To most people, this kind of thing would be monotonous and humiliating and painful, but to a pony girl, this activity is both sexually exciting and emotionally fulfilling-- even the punishment, despite appearances."

The class winced and gasped as a whip struck out from off-camera, the end slashing across Cynthia's bare buttocks and causing her to jerk forward as if she had been shocked. The next time she came around, the students could clearly see the red welt on the girl's ass, even though the camera was evidently several yards away.

"Discipline and punishment is a major part of any S&M role-playing, and this is no exception. Some pony girls misbehave on purpose, just so they can be punished."

The pony girl was seen pulling hard against her reins and thrashing about madly like a large fish on a hook as her off-camera handler struck her bare thighs repeatedly with a horsewhip. A few cries of sympathy from the female students could be heard in the darkness.

"Like wild horses, some pony girls need to be broken in, which can sometimes be a very exhausting and time-consuming-- but rewarding-- process, both for the dominant trainer and the submissive pony girl. You'll find no horse whisperers here."

Her joke elicited some nervous laughter, which broke the tension from some of the more uptight classmates.

"Then there is dressage. Since pony girls have two legs as opposed to a horse's four, some modifications must be made."

Jenelle paused, letting the others take in the few minutes of footage of Cynthia performing numerous exercises, split-screened with a horse performing similar movements. The whip viciously struck home twice more, though this time everyone was getting used to seeing the pony girl's pain, some even making small jokes or laughing.

"At the end of the day, the pony girl is then washed down, given her evening meal, and put to bed in her stall."

Everyone watched as Cynthia, her arms held above her by her bound wrists, was hosed down with cold water. The stablehands didn't miss a spot as they washed and dried every part of her body. In her stall, she was fitted with the feedbag once more. There was several seconds of her eating before the pony girl was seen lying on a bare mattress, her head hooded, her hands encased in leather mitts, and one ankle shackled to the wall.

"As you can see, control of the submissive can be a twenty-four hour thing. After training, a pony girl can be used for a variety of purposes. The most common is as a cart pony. There we go! Notice the tiny bells hanging from the nipple clamps, an additional piece of equipment which intensifies the sexual feelings of the pony girl and draws attention to her bare breasts, increasing the humiliation even more."

There were more gasps as the video showed Cynthia pulling a sulky ridden by one of the stablehands, who periodically cracked a riding crop across her ass.

"She can also be a harness racer."

Cynthia was shown pulling the same cart and rider, but now racing around an oval track. The scene cut to a close-up of the pony girl, evidently after a few laps, as she stood there panting heavily, her reins tied to a hitching post.

"As you can see, she's being given bottled water, like any person undergoing intense athletic activity. Additional equipment that you see here are blinders, which help the pony girl focus her attention, check reins to keep her back straight and head held high, and head poles to keep her from veering off course."

Jenelle was pleased to see she had the rapt attention of everyone in the room. "Another popular type is the showpony, and there are contests where pony girls are judged on their performances of various routines, looks, and submissiveness."

Again, Cynthia was shown performing various maneuvers, though this time she was dressed in fishnet stockings, lacy garter belt, and open-cup bra.

"Less popular uses include work horse, or farm pony . . ."

Cynthia was shown hauling a cartload of debris, and then pulling a plow through the fields, straining mightily under the hot sun as the sweat poured from her face and tits and a whip slashed across her back.

". . . a fetish pony . . ."

The suffering pony girl was shown encased entirely in transparent rubber under her pony tack, with openings only for her eyes, nostrils, mouth, and cunt, the latex clinging to her sweaty body like a shiny coating.

". . . and breeder."

Cynthia was shown bent over a padded sawhorse, ass in the air, arms and legs spread wide by shackles, as a pony boy pumped away at her from behind, her nearly-limp body jerking with each thrust. In the background, other pony boys, with erections quivering, awaited their turn.

"More extreme aspects may include branding . . ."

And here the other students grimaced as Cynthia was shown bent over the same sawhorse, and a glowing hot branding iron was pressed into her smooth white ass cheek. Smoke curled into the air, and the branding iron was peeled away to reveal the burnt skin underneath.

". . . shaving . . ."

Cynthia was shown having her head and crotch lathered up and shaved with a straight razor in lingering close-ups.

". . . public elimination . . ."

A few female students shrieked and covered their eyes as Cynthia, hitched to a sulky near a wooded trail and showing no hint of shame, stood motionless as she emptied her bladder and bowels on the ground between her feet.

". . . and milking."

The class watched, fascinated, as the pony girl's chest was wiped clean and a portable breast pump was positioned over her bare tits. It was turned on, and the room was completely silent as all eyes took in the sight of Cynthia's breasts swelling up like fleshy balloons inside the plastic cups; the engorged nipples dribbled, then spurted out tiny showers of breast milk at rapid intervals until she was drained. The camera zoomed in on the small bottle half-filled with Cynthia's pale white milk.

"And finally, there are mock auctions, where pony girls are inspected by their prospective 'buyers,' paraded about on a stage, and sold to the highest 'bidder.'"

There was not a sound in the classroom as everyone watched Cynthia, hitched up in a tiny stall, as she was subjected to various strangers prying open her mouth to inspect her teeth, pinching her legs to assess muscle tone, cupping and squeezing her breasts to assess their naturalness and firmness, and pulling open her labia to ensure that her cunt was pink and healthy. She appeared emotionless and unfazed, though her restraints left no option for resistance, especially the spreader bar that left her legs wide open.

The video then cut to the auction itself as the pony girl was led back and forth across a stage by her reins, her back ramrod straight and breasts jutting forward, high-stepping as she had been taught to do. The scene then cut to a close-up of Cynthia as she was blindfolded, muzzled, and earplugged before being led into a horse trailer, where numerous straps from the walls and ceiling were clipped to her harness, bridle, and pony boots, immobilizing her completely. The door was then closed and locked, and the trailer was driven away.

"As you can see, this subculture, like any that has existed for any period of time, has developed into a very elaborate world of its own, and the growth of sexual freedom-- along with the explosion of instant communications-- can only make this subculture even more popular and mainstream in the future."

Finished, Jenelle turned the lights back on. The room erupted into applause, and the professor turned to Jenelle. "Thank you for that very informative and, uh, in-depth presentation. What happened to your partner, though?"

Jenelle gave a theatrical sigh which she hoped was convincing. "Cynthia decided to do-- a little more research, shall we say."

"Oh, I see." The professor nodded his understanding. "Well, thank you once again. I was very impressed. Okay, our next presentation will be by Micki Santiero, whose topic is--"

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Later, Jenelle sang along to her favorite song as she drove over to Derek's fraternity house. Cynthia was now permanently out of the picture, the exclusive property of some anonymous buyer. Her only regret was that she wouldn't be able to see her rival live her miserable existence as a lifelong pony slave to some demanding Master. As she pulled in the driveway, she saw the football star standing on the front porch, drinking beer with his frat brothers. She got out and sauntered sexily up to the muscular college student.

"Say, Derek, if you don't have practice this weekend, perhaps we could-- do something together, you know?"

He smiled down at her and set down his beer. His big strong hands came up and caressed her hair, pulling her long blonde locks back from her face.

"Sure. Perhaps we could-- go for a sulky ride in the country or something."

His hands gripped her hair tightly in a ponytail as he leered down at her.

An icy chill swept through Jenelle's body . . .