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Adult Content Warning - this story contains adult themes, including non-consensual bondage/slavery and forced sexual acts. If you are under the lawful age for such materials (18 in most jurisdictions) or if you would find such material offensive, please go elsewhere.
Safety Warning. This story may contain descriptions of practices that are decidedly unsafe, either in general, or if performed by someone without adequate training. There are a number of good books available on safety in the BDSM scene. Most large cities, and some not so large ones, have organized BDSM groups that will usually welcome a newcomer. I'm not going to point out which practices are safe, and which aren't. Any practice is unsafe if performed by someone with inadequate training and experience, or if performed when not paying attention. Please think before you act. Don't make yourself a candidate for a Darwin award.
Now on to the story...
Chapter 2. Jenny. Processed by Reliable.
Chapter 4. Jenny: This is your life. Adapt ... or else.
Chapter 5. Jenny. Ponygirls in their cages.
Chapter 6. Jenny: Training Carol.
Chapter 7. Jenny, Carol and the Tentacle Monster.
Chapter 8. Jenny: Ponygirl Ronnie.
Chapter 10. Jenny: As Luck Would Have It.
Chapter 11. Audry: Faux Ponygirl.
Chapter 12. Jenny: On the Road Toward College
Chapter 13. Audry: The Taxi Service Acquires a Wild Ponygirl
Chapter 14. Beth: If it’s wrong, it’s wrong.
Chapter 15. Jenny and Beth: At The Mountain View Motel.
Chapter 18. Jenny and Beth: Settling In.
Chapter 19. Jenny at the Taxi Service
Chapter 20. Jenny collars Beth.
Chapter 21. Jenny Discovers a Wild Girl Infestation
Chapter 24. Jenny: Programming Seminar.
Chapter 25. Audry: Good News, Bad News and News.
Chapter 26. Jenny and Beth: Preparations.
Chapter 27. Audry: A step forward?
Chapter 28. Jenny and Beth: What’s in the box?
Chapter 29. Audry: The light dawns.
Chapter 31. Jenny: Engine Girl.
Chapter 32. Jenny: All is Revealed.
Chapter 33. Jenny: Well, maybe.
Chapter 34. Jenny: Tamed Girls.
Chapter 35. Jenny: Vacation Time.
The date is sometime around 2400, and Jenny Jackson is ready to graduate from high school. She discovers, contrary to every reasonable expectation, that she is not picked as a wife, nor is she going to college. Instead, she’s been routed to a job as a collared worker in Reliable’s ponygirl manufacturing process. She finds out that manufacturing only looks simple; it’s anything but.
Meanwhile, a girl named Audry has decided to drop out and become a wild girl; she’s going to hide out at the Taxi Service as a ponygirl.
By now Jenny has spent several months in Stage 2 of Ponygirl Manufacturing, has gotten to criterion on shift work and is learning more of the business. She’s trained three of her former classmates and has been trained as both a ponygirl and an engine.
Then she finds out she’s headed to college. She collects the other three girls who will be traveling with her and gets the engines installed on their mounts in the rental car they will be taking. They have an enlightening discussion on the way.
The car sped on through the early night, the four girls dozing lightly, interior lights turned off. Hundreds of stars looked down from the cloudless sky. A crescent moon shed a silvery light on the road and the forest, contrasting with the inky blackness farther in, and outshining the pale running lights on the car itself.
The display panels on the dash showed the road and the forest in true and false color as if it was daylight.
“There’s the turnoff,” Fran said a bit unnecessarily. “Exit 237.”
“About time,” Jenny answered from where her head rested nestled in the crook of Fran’s arm.
“We there?” a sleepy voice said from the back seat.
“Almost,” Fran replied.
The car moved smoothly off the ramp, onto the side road and pulled up in front of the motel office, all without any apparent guidance from its occupants.
Jenny pulled herself free and went to check in while the rest of the girls wrestled the luggage out of the back. She came back out and pressed the remote; their car slid noiselessly out of the office area and found a place in the parking lot.
“We’ve got rooms 138 and 140, with a connecting door,” Jenny told them.
“Aren’t you going to put the engines in the engine room?” Beth asked.
“No. They’ll be fine in the car overnight.”
“But that’s cruel!”
“Not really,” Fran answered. “They’re rated to stay installed for a week before they have to be taken out.”
“Besides,” Jenny added, “the batteries are down to 10 percent. They’re going to have to spend a couple of hours to get them back to full charge. Then the computer will put them to sleep. We’ll have a full charge and rested engines in the morning, and we won’t have to spend an hour unmounting and mounting them.”
“That’s still...” Beth showed her stubborn streak.
“They’re engines, Beth,” Tracy said. “That’s what they do. I’ll bet this place doesn’t even have an engine room. For guests, anyway. All the cars out there will leave their engines mounted overnight.”
“I didn’t see it on the list of amenities,” Fran agreed.
“Everybody does it doesn’t make it right,” Beth muttered, and then shrugged and picked up her luggage.
“Is this normal?” Beth asked as they dropped the luggage off into their connecting rooms.
“What?” Tracy answered, busy trying to find the traveling case with the comb, brush and all the rest of the necessities that she’d been told had been packed.
“These.” Beth held up a cuff attached to a post on one of the twin beds.
“Darned if I know,” Fran said. “This is the first time I’ve traveled without the ‘rents.”
“Well, we can experiment later,” Jenny said. “Right now food is next on the agenda.”
“Now what?” Beth asked as the girls gathered in their connecting rooms after dinner.
“Not much point in studying,” Fran said. “Unless you want to learn more about the care and feeding of engines,” she added a bit maliciously.
“I thought we might have some trouble figuring out what to do with ourselves, so I bought this,” Jenny held out her prize.
“A flaccid cock?” Tracy looked at the thing.
“It’s a cocksucking trainer. It goes on the front of the shield. The better the trainee does, the better both of them are stimulated. Of course,” she added with a wicked gleam, “it makes sure the trainee doesn’t orgasm until the target does.”
Fran and Tracy looked at each other.
“Hey!” Jenny exclaimed as they shoved her over onto the bed and fastened her wrists into the cuffs. A minute later they had their victim stripped and her legs fastened to the other end of the bed.
“Who?” Fran asked Tracy.
“Oh, no you don’t!” Beth exclaimed as they headed her way.
The poor girl didn’t have a chance. A couple of minutes later she was perched on the bed, staring at the flaccid cock.
“Well?” Tracy said. “Hurry it up, if it works I want to try it next!”
Beth stared at the faux appendage like she was hypnotized.
“You must have flunked cocksucking.”
“I took a pass,” Beth muttered. Then she put her tongue out and touched it.
“Oh!” Jenny gasped. “You’d better gag me, I tend to be noisy.”
“One gag, coming right up,” Fran said, rummaging in her luggage.
Beth slowly got up from where she crouched between Jenny’s legs. “Wowser!” Then she looked at Jenny, still shackled to the bed, with a gleam in her eye. “I wonder.” She slid down and looked. The cock was still erect. She took her shield off and carefully let the tip probe her labia. Then it slid in.
“Ahhh!” she gasped.
“Mmmmph” the still gagged Jenny responded.
Fran looked at the two sweat-soaked girls cuddling each other, and then looked at Tracy. “Hands?”
They put their right hands behind their backs and then brought them out. Both of them had their thumb up.
“Oh well. Flip for it?” Fran brought out a coin. “Heads I get to give head.”
“OK. Flip.”
They looked at the coin. “Let’s go.” They left a trail of discarded clothing into the other room.
“Last night was, um, interesting,” Beth said as the foursome had breakfast in the coffee shop.
“Jenny sure gets into it,” Fran said. “I don’t understand. How could you get through high school without learning to suck cock?”
“Good girls don’t do that,” she said primly.
Fran stared at her as Tracy looked at the ceiling.
“Well, they don’t.”
“Which is one reason why you didn’t get picked as a wife,” Jenny told her.
“Jess and Mary didn’t even kiss,” she replied.
Jenny stared at her. “You mean you didn’t know Jess is gay and Mary’s a lesbian?”
Beth’s open mouth answered her adequately. “Huh?” she said weakly.
“If they’d done anything more than a quick peck on the cheek, someone would have demanded a drug test.”
“So what are they planning on doing?” Tracy asked. “Inquiring minds want to know.”
Jenny shrugged. “Living together and raising kids. They don’t have to be in bed together. Even to get her pregnant. I didn’t get a chance to talk to them afterwards.”
“So they’re ready to go?” Beth asked as the four of them piled their luggage in the sedan.
“I told the computer to wake them up when we started breakfast.” Jenny slid into the left front and called up a display. Beth adroitly managed the other front seat, beating Fran to the honor.
“The right rear engine is a bit drowsy, but she’ll wake up when it starts her pumping.”
“Hey, the front is mine,” Fran said.
“Not any more,” Beth answered. “I get to sit next to my husband.”
“Your husband?” Fran looked at her like she’d suddenly arrived from Mars, complete with propeller beanie.
“I’m a good girl,” she proclaimed. “Good girls save it for their husbands. Since I sucked her cock last night and then got fucked, she’s got to be my husband.”
“But...” Fran looked stunned at this masterpiece of illogic while Tracy tried to keep from cracking up, and Jenny just looked confused.
“She’s got you,” Tracy giggled.
“I’d say she’s got Jenny,” Fran recovered.
“Don’t I get to say anything?” Jenny asked plaintively.
“You get to kiss the bride,” Tracy giggled again.
Jenny looked across and then pulled Beth in for a kiss. A couple of minutes later they pulled apart.
“I guess that settles who I’m rooming with,” she said.
“You’d better believe it, honey,” Beth answered.
“That clinch should have woken up the engines,” Fran said. “Let’s go.” She slid into the back next to Tracy and started checking the auxiliary displays.
“It’s still a bit drowsy.”
“Couldn’t you wake her up faster?” Tracy asked.
“Oh, I could, but I’m not going to. It’s one thing to rag Beth for being such a wimp about the way we treat them, and quite another to jolt them unnecessarily.”
“That’s more considerate than I expected,” Beth said.
“They’re engines, but that doesn’t mean they should be abused. If I had her for a while, and she kept being slow to come fully awake, I’d experiment to see what kind of stimulation would wake her up quickly with a minimum of distress. There are a lot of options, and some of them I’d regard as fairly pleasant if they happened to me.”
“So,” Beth said a bit hesitantly once they had started, “how did you decide whether a girl is going to be a ponygirl or an engine?”
“I didn’t,” Jenny answered. “I was in the ponygirl section; that decision had already been made when we got them. The training material said something about school record and tests, and more tests in stage 1 processing. They do some kind of a personality projection, and difficult personalities are more likely to become engines.”
She thought a moment. “Well, I do know one more thing you might not know. It isn’t one rank, top to bottom. You’re ranked for each of the possible slots. We all placed high enough for one of the college and professional slots that we were the obvious next candidate when one opened up. Being smart and doing well isn’t enough for college, although it helps, and being stupid isn’t automatically going to send a girl to be an engine or ponygirl, although it helps.
“So it would be possible to be high on several lists?”
“I’m told I missed three different slots by one. And I have this dark suspicion that I wasn’t that far from becoming an engine. Thankfully, I’m not prone to nightmares.”
“Huh?”
“When I arrived in the ponygirl manufacturing unit I worked in, the first thing my supervisor told me was that I had a personality quirk that make me ideal for their job, but that there were only three ways out of that complex: in a coffin, as a ponygirl, or to another assignment in the organization, and if I didn’t work out I’d find myself in a cage full time being trained. I’ve actually got most of the ponygirl mods installed; all that’s missing is the jaw and throat pieces, the hair and the tail, and she showed me how easy it would be to install those. Well, all but the jaw block. That’s surgery.”
“So you found a fourth way,” Fran giggled.
“Well, it found me. I got it explained in real excruciating detail that I would be in serious trouble if I let my personality quirk get outside of socially acceptable limits.”
“So what’s the problem?” Tracy asked.
“That’s between me and myself,” Jenny shot back. “It does put me in a bit of a quandary, though. I thought I wanted to be a teacher, but that’s one thing they’re not going to let me do. Among several others. So I haven’t settled on what to aim for.”
“Neither have I,” Fran said. “Working with the engines has changed me. What I wanted before seems so, um, futile.”
“I never thought I’d be here,” Tracy admitted. “I just wanted a husband and family.”
“I don’t know either,” Beth said. “There’s got to be something wrong with me to be so concerned about the engines.”
“Well,” Jenny said slowly, “at a guess, and this is a real guess, you try to put yourself in the other person’s place and imagine what they’re feeling. Right?”
“Doesn’t everyone?”
“Goddess no! I can’t imagine why I’d want to know what someone else is feeling.”
“That’s kind of extreme,” Fran said. “Although trying to empathize with the ponygirls and engines is, um, stupid.” Tracy nodded vigorously.
“How so?”
“What can you do with it?” Tracy asked. “empathy is useful; it keeps us together. Trying to get inside of an engine’s head is futile. You’re letting your imagination run wild. They’ve had so much stripped off that it’s like imagining what this car feels like.”
“I know I’d hate being a ponygirl.”
“On the contrary, you’d like it,” Jenny told her. “Or to be more accurate, you wouldn’t be able to either like or hate it because you wouldn’t be able to have any feelings about it at all.
“The first few weeks of training can be miserable if you’ve got a bad attitude about it, but after that she’s far enough into the ponygirl functional pattern that she’s lost the ability to have feelings about herself.”
“How do you know?” Beth shot back.
“I’ve been there,” Jenny answered. “Remember yesterday? I was far enough in training so I had spent two day-and-a-half sessions as a ponygirl, and one mounted as an engine. One of the reasons they do it is so we knew what it felt like. If anything, it’s seductive.”
Beth stared at her. “You did it too, didn’t you? I think I’d like to know what it’s like. I think. How do you do it?”
“I was trained the same way, just not as intensively. I spent three of my off shifts a week in a training cage and went through exactly the same routine as the girls we were training while I was in one. My supervisor used it to train me to get into the state, maintain it and then come out. You don’t have the scanner, and I don’t have more than a good start on learning the task.”
“Darn.”
Jenny shrugged.
“What’s it like to train them?”
“We don’t have the time to get to know any of them very well. We put them in the cages and leave them there except for rein training and strength and stamina training. Everything else happens while they’re in a cage, and it’s very thoroughly automated. You don’t get a chance to think while you’re on shift; you just go from one girl to the next and do the next task to her. You praise them for doing well at whatever it was and tell them they’re going to be outstanding ponygirls.
“By the time you’ve got an idea of who each girl is as an individual, she’s already far enough into being a ponygirl that who she used to be simply doesn’t register. She’s a ponygirl, and you relate to her that way.”
“It’d rip me up.”
“Of course it would love,” Jenny replied. “Nobody in her right mind would have you training them.”
Audry walked into the club and waved at the bartender. The bartender frowned at her. Another wild girl. Well, she had a bit of work, so she waved back, showing a credit chit.
Audry slid into a bar stool, and the bartender set her up with a glass of colored water. She slid a package across the bar. Audry dropped it into her purse without looking. A few minutes later, after nursing her drink and watching the video for a while, she slid off the stool and left, looking like just another collared worker following her owner’s orders.
A good girl doesn’t have sex until she’s married, and then only with her husband. Huh what? I know you don’t believe it, and Xaltatun doesn’t believe it, but Beth sure does, and who is Xaltatun to argue with one of his characters? The next exciting episode of Ponygirl Minder shows Jenny and Beth settling in as faux husband and wife. As well as getting the ponygirl plot moving again.
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