Chapter 5 - The Harnessing.

After inspecting over one hundred candidates, Gretchen selected fifty slave girls as semi-finalists to have the honor of being pony girls. These fifty would be further winnowed down to twenty-five, which would be the size of her stable. Her cousin, Anse, would make the final cut to twenty-five, subject to Gretchen’s approval.

Anse was eminently qualified to evaluate the girls physical and mental suitability to be trained as pony girls. She had spent her youth around horseflesh and had aquired a good sense of strength and temperament of these animals. After all, were not slaves but a different species of the same animal genus? Anse’s mother, Rie, was the older sister of Gretchen’s father. Rie became the wife of Wilhelm DeGier, a wealthy shipping tycoon who operated out of Rotterdam, one of Europe’s great seaports. Wilhelm’s sister, Gertrude, married a rich farmer from Friesland, a rural area of northeast Holland, where Anse spent her summer vacations during her days as a student. Anse looked forward eagerly to those summers. She enjoyed the long, warm, summer days from June until mid-September, by which time the nights were turning chilly and the smell of autumn was in the air.

Her aunt and uncle were childless and for this reason they doted heavily on Anse, as did all of the farm employees. She had the complete run of the large farm, including working with the many animals that populated the farm’s barns, pens and corrals. By her twelfth birthday, Anse was capable of handling a team of gelded Belgian draft horses, which were bred and raised on the farm. These huge equines soon learned that the lithe young girl was a firm driver, who augmented her slim physique with ready application of the horsewhip. Anse, for her part, thrilled to be in control of such large animals. They were hers to dominate, and dominate she did, exacting obedient response to the slightest pull of the reins. When the response to the reins or her verbal commands was less than satisfactory, the Belgians without fail felt the whip laid across their huge hindquarters.

Anse was also permitted to watch the breeding of the Belgians. When a mare came into heat it was led into a special breeding stall to prevent an unsuitable male from mating with her. A "teasing stud" was put into an adjoining stall and permitted to excite the mare by nipping her flanks and thrusting his muzzle between her hind legs, desperately trying to reach the source of the odor that was driving him to a frenzy. When the mare was deemed by the handlers to be ready for mating, the breeding stud was positioned behind her and brought up on his hind legs exposing his massive genitalia. The mare, now fully cooperative, her long labia slit gaping, backed her haunches into the stud as the handlers grasped his member and quickly inserted it into the slippery vaginal canal. The stud would buck his huge haunches, driving his long, thick, organ deep into the mare’s wet sheath, all the while grunting and snorting until he finally emitted a huge gush of semen into her vaginal canal.

Anse watched in fascination, never tiring of witnessing the act of copulation engaged in by these massive brutes. She was not invited to participate, only to watch, but she was determined to know how the shaft of the stud felt to her bare hands. She found her opportunity to discover that when she was doing chores in the stable one morning. She was in the stall of one of the geldings and decided to take his halter and pull his head to her crotch to see if he would react to the odor of her vagina. She held his muzzle to her crotch and much to her delight his huge cock slid out of his loins and hung half-way, suspended between his legs. Quickly she removed her work gloves and tentatively grasped the warm, exposed shaft with her bare fingers. The gelding snorted, but did not at once retract his cock back into his body. Anse squeezed firmly and insistently pulled the shaft downward. Her hand was too small to encircle the shaft anywhere but near its head where she encircled her fingers just behind its sensitive tip, squeezing tightly and tugging harder. Then the gelding suddenly retracted his organ and no amount of petting and stroking the opening where it had disappeared could coax it out again.

But, from then on Anse knew how to arouse the huge horses and it became a regular diversion for her amusement. To her surprise she found that her pussy was wet after the teasing sesssions with the geldings. She practiced this sex play only with geldings, aware that any such traffic with a stallion would be extremely dangerous.

It was not entirely lost on the hands that the geldings would sometimes unsheath their cocks when Anse was nearby. They mistakenly attrributed it to the horses ability to catch the odor of a woman who was menstrauting. Anse devised another experiment with the Belgians which would later serve her well in training the pony girls. She rubbed the lash of her horse whip against her plump outer labia lips and then put the whip’s lash to the horse’s nostrils. Then she would lightly flick the horse’s hindquarters after, which she would again put the lash to its nostrils. In this way she caused the horse to associate the odor of her sex with the whip, and eventually the sensation of feeling the whip making contact with their flanks was associated by the horse with the fecund aroma of her sexual cavity. Incredibly, she would drive a team of Belgians pulling a heavy load, sweeping her horse whip across their massive buttocks, their huge sexual members swinging between their legs seemingly in cadence with her whip. Later, when Anse trained pony girls, she would extend this unique association method to another level. The pony girls, in response to sexual arousal, would learn to entice their mistress to use her whip.

Five rows of ten nude slave girls stood in the stable with their hands locked behind their heads awaiting the arrival of their mistress’ cousin, Anse DeGier. They had only a vague idea of what lay in store for them or what role Anse had in their future. The stable superintendent clapped her hands, and the slaves went to their knees. Anse strode into the room and paused to survey the scene that appeared before her. Fifty beautiful girls selected by Gretchen as possible trainees to be pony girls knelt before her. She took a position standing directly in front and facing the five rows of slaves. In her right hand she carried a doubled-up long handled carriage whip which she now shook loose executing an explosive crack of the lash over their heads to get their attention.

"You have been wondering why you are here," she said. "I am about to tell you why you are here and why I am here. You have been given the opportunity of serving your mistress in a unique way. If you measure up to very strict physical standards you will be trained by me to be your mistress’ pony girls. You will be harnessed to her carriage, either alone or with your mates, and proudly draw her carriage throughout the estate and the entire island of Tambura. I will physically condition you to be capable of carrying out your tasks. The conditioning will not be easy, but when I have finished with you, you will be superb physical specimens. I will not be an easy trainer. You will, no doubt, feel my whip frequently. I will accept nothing less than perfection and absolute obedience."

Following this brief address, the slaves were taken in groups of five to the stable’s tack room, where harness makers fitted bridles to their heads and female grooms busied themselves weaving the slaves’ hair in long blond pigtails - an adornment ordered by Gretchen. They were then led by the grooms holding reins attached to their bridles to the main area of the stables where they were put into stalls, two to a stall. The grooms called them "girl" and used terms associated only with horses.

The pony girl candidates were utterly humiliated by all of this horse related treatment, which, of course, was the reaction anticipated and desired by Anse. She had, at last, inaugurated her long thought out program of transforming ordinary slaves into actual, functional, human ponies. She was eager to get them into harness. The strength and stamina of the girls were her primary concerns. She had no doubt that she could shape their temperament over time. She knew that they were no match for her past experience with horses, and her cold, never deviating determination.

When all fifty girls had finally been bitted and bridled, Anse walked slowly down the long center walkway separating the two rows of stalls. The ponies stood facing out of the stall, watching their haughty trainer as she slowly walked past them. Some couldn’t suppress a shiver, observing the now familiar whip which she was never seen to be without. Anse knew that the exceptionally tall and beautiful platinum blonde slave girl was Gretchen’s favorite, so she made it a point to stop at her stall and to examine her closely. Gretchen had named her "Boots" after learning that as a child, little Anne had had trouble pronouncing her r’s. Instead of saying "birds," for example, she would say "booties". Within her immediate family and among her childhood friends she was called "Boots" and to Gretchen, that seemed a suitable name for her "Pony Queen". Anse seized Boots’ bridle and pulled her closer.

"Ah so! This is no doubt the beautiful Boots, queen of the stable. We shall get to know each other well, Boots, you can count on it." With that, Anse ran her hands over Boots’ rump and gently patted her. "Yes, Boots, you will come to know me well."