Bar None Stables
by Kilogram
Chapter 4
The pneumatic "whish" followed by the rush of fresh air told Linda
someone had opened the trunk to the jet car. She wanted to stretch out, but the
various straps they had used held her in position. She could only wait until
they removed them. They had assured her as they made her helpless that the
bondage was for her own protection. They did not want her to hurt herself.
Not only could the beautiful brunette not move, she could not see either
as they had pulled a satin bag over her head. The opening was elastic so it
closed tightly about her neck, encasing her entire head in a double thickness of
black and red striped satin. The bag cut off all light from getting through to
her eyes.
"Pull her legs out first. Let's get the shoes on her before she stands."
Linda felt them freeing the straps that held her feet against her
bottom, her thighs against her chest, her knees tucked under her chin. Strong
hands then pulled her legs out before her and held them there.
More straps encircled her ankles and lower thighs just above the knees
so she could not move her legs at all. Hands held her legs in the air while
other hands removed the straps. The beautiful coed felt one pair of hands on
each ankle, pulling her legs apart and her feet in the air.
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Linda's protest was feeble but there was nothing else she could do. She
wore no clothing at all so now anyone could see her pussy.
She tried to draw her legs together, but the hands had been replaced by
leather straps. Her feet swung a few inches right and left as she struggled, but
it did no good. These men knew how to handle a naked captive. She could do
nothing to resist.
As it was, she remained in this degrading position less than a minute.
It took only a minute for them to put the shoes on her. Once they had them
securely strapped to her feet, the removed the straps so Linda could lower her
legs. In seconds she stood at the rear of the jetcar.
The next step was to remove the satin bag. Linda blinked several times
while her eyes became adjusted to the dim light of the jetcarport. She still
could not see clearly as the groom held the electrodegenerator before her mouth.
They had gagged her using electrotape. Though it had the appearance of
old-fashioned duct tape, it was superior. The adhesive on the tape rather
effectively sealed her mouth so she could say nothing during the trip. Before
blinding her with the satin hood, they had run the electrogenerator across the
tape. This caused the tape to bond to the brunette's skin. Nothing she did would
cause that tape to come loose.
Once the rays from the electrodegenerator had loosened the bond between
the tape and her flesh, the groom grabbed the tape by a corner to pull it off.
Linda opened her mouth to yell in pain. As she did, another groom shoved
a training bit in her mouth.
"Head down."
She stared at the ground at her feet. For the first time she noticed
that these were not regular high heels they had strapped to her feet. Protruding
about the balls of her feet were the outer edges of the ponygirl shoe.
She had no time to dwell upon that as they pulled her hair free so it
hung down as far as her pubic area. To each end of the training bit there was a
leather strap. A groom brought the ends together behind Linda's head to buckle
them together. A hand against her forehead brought her head upright again.
The training bit was a special steel bit used on new ponygirls. A
quarter-inch layer of soft rubber encircled a quarter-inch steel rod. A half
inch of foam rubber covered the rubber with leather wrapped around the entire
device.
This training bit also served as a gag. A ponygirl with this device in
her mouth could say nothing anyone would want to listen to. The layers of rubber
enable her to breathe through her mouth. This was especially important when the
new ponygirl was a pampered princess unused to physical exertion.
Rings protruded from each end of the steel rod. The groom attached reins
to these rings. The strap of leather attached with a simple snap so it took only
seconds.
"Come along. Be careful how you step."
Linda took one step in those high heeled sandals and almost fell on her
face. The stiletto heel was fully six inches long. The pony shoe and the sole
were each a quarter-inch thick. What complicated the process was the weight of
the shoe from the ponygirl shoe attached to the bottom of each shoe beneath the
ball and toes.
"Don't step on the heel. Step on the balls of your feet."
Linda quickly discovered that when she raised her knees in the air and
planted her foot on the ground so ponygirl shoe and heel touched at the same
time, she could maintain her balance. When she landed on the narrow heel, she
wanted to fall over.
She had to walk only a few feet to a cart. Once main sat at the wheel.
There was room for another person to sit next to him.
The only thing was, Linda was no longer a person.
"Get in."
Mounted on the back of the cart was a cage with solid steel bars. The
top lifted up and the front came forward so she had no trouble climbing inside.
"Sit facing me."
She knelt sideways on the floor of the cage. As she lowered her bare
bottom to the floor, she twisted about so she faced backwards with her knees
against her chin and her feet against her bottom.
The groom raised the front of the cage. Holding it in place with his
left hip, he lowered the top. Pins at the corners held the cage together. As
added security he added a large padlock.
The ponygirl was ready for travel.
Linda's position on the back of the cart permitted her to see where they
had been, but not where they were taking her. She would learn that soon enough.
The cart ran in a circle about the jetport to exit. Following the
circular tunnels, they descended 150 feet to ground level. Two roads led from
the exit. The lefthand road led to the back of the main house where deliveries
were made. (Guests used elevator tubes that led to the entry hall in the front.)
The right-hand road led toward the stables in back.
The driver turned right as soon as they left the tunnel.
Within minutes, Linda found herself on her feet being led across an open
area before the main stable. The beautiful brunette looked about her, her blue
eyes wide in amazement. She had never seen so many ponygirls in one place
before. Some stood patiently tethered to rails while grooms and trainers led
others about.
The driver tethered Linda to a post next to an assortment of benches and
desks. She turned to watch him walk away. She wanted to cry out for him to stay.
She was naked, bound and gagged. She needed someone to protect her.
She turned her attention to the reins that ran from the bit to the post.
He had tied the end of the reins there with a simple knot. The buxom brunette
knew she would have no trouble getting that knot loose if she could reach it. It
was several inches higher than the top of her head, and her hands were cuffed
behind her.
She could not reach it. The man had known that when he left her there.
Linda looked around at the benches. She was certain they were the reason
she had been left there in that one particular place. She wondered what it
meant.
She did not have long to wait as a man with a scraggy beard and pink
tinted glasses approached. He said nothing to her but removed the ear tag. They
had removed her clip-on, dangling earrings and had pierced both ears. In her
left lobe they place a silver hoop. In the right they place a tag that
identified her by name ("Linda," nothing more) and her registration number. The
tag was proof that legally she was a ponygirl.
The man took the tag to the computer to check the numbers on it against
those posted. Once he knew she was the one he expected, he went to work on her.
He maneuvered the brunette so she had to stretch out over the padded
bench. Grabbing her by the upper arms, he adjusted her position a little to make
her bottom the highest part of her body. Her head and upper body draped over one
side, her legs on the other. A leather strap over her upper thighs and one
around her waist insured that she could not move her fanny.
Before proceeding, he pulled another satin hood over her head. Once
again she could see nothing. She could squirm around a little, but do nothing
else.
She felt something stinging on her right hip. She tried to jerk her body
around but it did not good. The stinging continued in much the same place.
Bringing her cuffed arms over, she tried to reach that spot but could not.
The stinging continued for almost half an hour. She felt him move away,
but he did not free her from this position. She continued to lie on her front
until someone came to free her.
By the time he returned to her, the stinging on her hip had stopped.
Linda looked down when he pulled the satin hood off. In half-inch high letters
on her right hip was the tattoo:
"Ponygirl
Linda"
She now wore the brand of a ponygirl. Fortunately it was a tattoo and
not a real brand. There were many tattoo shops and clinics that could remove a
tattoo, but the words "Ponygirl" established her legal status. No one would
remove that tattoo unless she proved the legal papers that showed she was no
longer a ponygirl. She would remain a ponygirl until she had completed the terms
and conditions of the contract she had signed.
Her travail was far from over. Reattaching the reins to the bit, he led
her to another device. This one appeared to be something of a pillory. The
captive knelt with her throat against a groove cut in the wood. The man brought
the second piece around behind her neck to secure her in place.
A board immediately in front of Linda's face blocked her from seeing
anything in front of her. In fact, about all that could be seen of her face from
the other side was her mouth.
Before moving around to the other side, the man secured the beautiful
brunette's head in position so she could not move it at all. When she heard him
moving around to the other side of the pillory so he faced her, Linda tried to
move her head. Straps across the back of her head kept her from moving it
backwards while more straps kept her from moving it forward. Other straps
prohibited movement to the left or right. A block under her jaw kept her from
moving it downwards.
She felt uncomfortable pressure on the right side of her lower lip as
something pulled it away from her teeth and held it there. The same thing
occurred to the left.
When the stinging occurred inside her lower lip, she tried to pull her
head back but could not.
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
"Easy, Girl, easy."
The stinging continued for almost ten minutes as he added another tattoo
to the inside of her lip. He was tattooing her registration number on her lower
lip so they could identify her easily.
"Good, Girl, good, Girl."
Linda felt the back of his nipples run across her left nipple until it
was hard and pointed. She found herself enjoying it. As suddenly as he started,
he stopped.
Linda found herself wishing he would continue. There had been only a few
times when she had allowed boys to fondle her breasts. She had always determined
when and how long. She had been in complete control before, but now she was a
dumb animal, she was nothing more than a ponygirl.
After her freed her from the kneeling pillory, he led her toward the
stable. They paused as a team of four brunette ponygirls paraded in front of
them, led by a groom holding their leashes in one hand.
Linda watched as they walked away. She saw one brand – Ponygirl Deirdre
– on the ponygirl nearest her. None of them paid her any attention.
She wondered if that was to be her fate, to be part of a team of
ponygirls.
"You have her branded?"
Linda did not hear an answer. The man merely nodded as he handed the ear
tag to the newest man. He held the tag up in front of Linda's face as he pulled
down her lower lip. He compared the registration number on the ear tag with the
one tattooed on her lower lip. A nod to the man who had tattooed her told him
she was ready to advance to the next step of her training.
