Bar None Stables
by Kilogram
Chapter 6
"I swear! These ponygirls are getting dumber every day! Where did they
get this one?"
The back of each thigh ached from the periodic slaps from a switch.
Linda sobbed, large tears running down her cheeks as she tried to do as the
trainer demanded.
Whack!
"Toe! Heel! Toe! Heel! Do it right so you don't turn an ankle!"
One man took the reins attached to Linda's bitgag. Using them, he led
her from the tack room to a smaller training area behind the stable. In this
special training area, they gave new ponygirls their first lessons on behavior.
The beginning lessons for every new ponygirl were boring but very important.
With the stiletto heel of her shoes, Linda could quite easily turn an
ankle and permanently injure herself. She would be no use to them hurt. The
first lesson was simple – they taught her to raise each knee in the air so her
descending foot would land toe first, the ponygirl shoe before the narrow heel.
The trainer led her to an arm of the automatic walker. The man
positioned the lovely ponygirl to allow him to pull the end of the rotating arm
over before her. A pair of clips attached it to the bit. When the arm rotated
about the central post, the beautiful ponygirl had no choice but to follow it.
The trainer walked along on the outside, half a step behind her, his eyes
trained on her feet. When she did not plant her foot properly, he flicked the
switch across the back of the offending leg. The intention was not to inflect
pain, but to teach the lovely animal the proper way to move.
With her head held in one position by the various straps and check
chains, Linda had no idea how many times she circled that post. The pace was
slow and sometimes the trainer had to warn her to slow. The only thing they
wanted Linda to learn was how to walk in ponygirl shoes.
And she did want to learn.
The terms of the contract with Bar None Enterprises was quite complex.
She tried to read through the pages of fine print but with her mind numb in
shock, none of it registered. The basis of the contract was that they would pay
her 50,000 at the end of the term. The 50,000 was a loan that she borrowed at 10
per cent annual interest. She had to pay off the costs of training her as a
ponygirl, plus rental costs for the equipment she wore. On top all this there
was a 20 percent markup.
"We have to make a profit on this," Ms. Hawkins explained to her with a
smile.
Repayment of these expenses would not begin until Linda was thoroughly
trained. As she signed the contract, she recognized the psychology of the terms.
The sooner she was trained, the sooner she would earn the company money so she
could pay off the debt. And the way to become trained quickly, was to work
harder at it.
Linda knew the only way to stop being a ponygirl was to work hard to be
the best ponygirl possible.
"Good Girl! Good Girl! Keep those knees in the air."
After fifty minutes of training, she was allowed to rest. By pressing a
button on a remote control device, he stopped the arm from moving. She was not
permitted to sit, ponygirls never sat, but she could rest by standing still.
Linda's eyes opened wide when she saw him approach her with a plastic
bottle. He wedged the protruding straw between the bit and her upper lip.
Squeezing the bottle, he squirted water into her mouth.
He was well versing in taking good care of ponygirls.
At the end of ten minutes, he turned the walker back on. The rotating
arm moved away from Linda around the central post. The beautiful ponygirl had no
choice but to follow.
They followed this routine for several hours. A woman replaced her
original trainer but the routine remained the same. Around and around, toe,
heel, toe, heel. Once in a while the brunette would step down the wrong way, but
she was learning.
Late in the evening, they gave Linda a potty break. One man held her
reins while another removed the buttplug. Once it was out, the man pulled the
luscious ponygirl forward so she had to straddle a pair of plastic panels. These
panels moved apart to reveal the pit below.
"Go and get it over with. We don't have all day."
As soon as Linda was done, they cleaned her off she jets of high
pressure water. The panels moved back together so she could walk forward.
"Spread your legs apart and bend over."
Linda knew the futility of resisting the buttplug. The man inserted a
fresh one in her ass. In seconds he had it locked in place.
"Come along."
Linda trotted back to the automatic walker where they had her prance
around in a circle for another six hours. A trainer no longer followed her
around. Once in a while she placed her foot down wrong, but she knew she had to
do it correctly to keep from hurting herself.
Long after midnight, the trainer brought the automatic walker to a halt.
"Good Girl, Good Girl," the trainer repeated as he patted her on the
bare fanny. "Here is a treat for being such a good girl." She felt him pushing
something in between the bitgag and her lower lip. With her tongue she tried to
push it back out but could not. She felt it melting in her mouth. When her
tongue probed it, she tasted the sweetness.
He had given her a sugar cube!
While she wondered whether she should be pleased or insulted, he freed
her from the protruding arm of the walker. Using the reins, he led her across
the yard.
The restraining chains still allowed her only to see the illuminated
ground in front of her so she had no idea where he took her. She stared at the
ground before her. Toe, heel, toe, heel.
After another potty break, the man led the new ponygirl into a stall in
the barn. Most of the other ponygirls were already asleep. Their contented
snoring echoed throughout the barn.
Linda had never seen inside a stall so she did not know what they
intended to do to her. Two other trainers were present, one male and one female.
The female fastened a leather blindfold over the captive ponygirl's eyes so she
could see nothing.
Linda felt them fasten a leather belt about her waist. Hands pushed her
forward so her weight rested on that belt. She could not see them attach chains
to rings on the sides of the belt. They attached the other ends to the sides of
the stall. Pushing her head down, they attached the back of the leather harness
to a chain dangling down from the ceiling. Another strap and pair of chains
under her lower thighs held her feet off the floor.
She thought, "What am I supposed to zzzzzzzzzzzz . . . "
Exhausted from the physical training she had undergone during the past
few hours, Linda fell asleep.
"On your feet, ponygirl."
They had lowered the beautiful ponygirl's legs while she was still
sleeping. She struggled with her bondage while she wondered what had happened to
her.
"Come on, it's a new day, and day for new adventures as a ponygirl."
It took a while for the previous day's events to register. While she
tried to remember why she could not move her arms, she moved forward.
They removed the bitgag and shoved her face forward. Some type of oval
tube slid deep into her mouth. She tried to pull her head back but a restraining
chain kept her from doing that. She could do nothing but stand in darkness until
they finished with her.
While they had the bitgag out of her mouth, they removed the remainder
of her head harness. Unseen hands shampooed and conditioned her long, dark hair.
Once they had it dry, they subjected it to one thousand strokes with a brush.
Her long hair glistened when they were done.
"What food does this one get?"
Linda's mind had cleared. She remembered the mess she had gotten into.
"The mammary mix, maximum dosage."
"Ggaahhhh!"
Linda's protest sounded like the neighing of a pony so they ignored it.
The mixture flowed through the tube and into her mouth. Linda tried not to
swallow but discovered she had no choice.
She realized she was to have the body of a ponygirl. The constant
exercise they subjected her to would remove any excess fat she might have. Her
body would become sleek and lean.
Except for her chest. Silicone was out, artificial hormones were in. Her
body would react to the hormones, making her breasts as large as they wanted.
She had no choice in the matter. The contract specified they were to train her
and she knew having the body of a ponygirl was part of the training process.
When they finished feeding her, they put the harness back on. She did
not resist as leather straps encircled her head.
The back of a man's hand caressed one nipple, then the other. Though she
did not want to enjoy it, her nipples reacted by becoming hard and pointed.
"Come on, Ponygirl."
Linda had no choice but to trot after him. Her second day as a ponygirl
was beginning.
