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Life in a ponygirl training facility

The following story was inspired by the film “Closet Land” written and directed by Radha Bharadwai and starring Madeline Stowe and Alan Rickman. The original story was sponsored by Amnesty International. Its intention was to spotlight the horrors hidden from view that often occur in a police state. My intention is to capture some of that frightening atmosphere while incorporating the ponygirl theme.

The following is a real story that never happened!

Casey is a girl in search of a future in modeling. But by a strange series of events she is offered the role of bondage / sex slave for a strange group of people in Nevada. There she is trained for a new career, The training is harsh but tolerable. She is pushed to her limits in every regard. Her day starts with exercise in pony-girl bondage. It only gets more extreme from there. Why does she do this? Greed!

Ellie Kinstondesires a more adventurous relationship with her boyfriend. Her adventure becomes much more than she bargined for when her boyfriend uses his extensive experience in BDSM to take her through the various stages of sacrifice until he molds her into the slave of his dreams.

Laura is drafted to be a govenment agent. She is captured by her former lover, who has her interrogated by a sadistic associate. When she finally breaks, she is used to pleasure her interrogators, and is then auctioned off as a slave.

claire angers her Sir, and is severely punished for it. But she endures His discipline, trusting that she will not be harmed, and that there is always a reward at the end. Some of this story is based on personal experience, some of it is wishful thinking (smile). i will always be grateful to my Sir for allowing me to serve Him.

Jana wanted to experience complete submission, and contracted for a few months as Kurt's slave. Kurt provides fantasy fulfillment, but he takes it to an extreme. Once Jana gives herself over to him, there is no turning back for her, as her enslavement becomes more real than fantasy, and becomes a nightmare not a dream.

CHAPTER THIR­TEEN
    Beverly opened her eyes to find that it was day and that she was in her own bed. She moved and moaned in pain. She was sore all over. It felt as if she’d been run over by a truck.
    The door to her room opened and Con­nie came in. Con­nie looked much bet­ter. Her face was slightly swollen, but Beverly knew the swell­ing would soon van­ish.
    “How do you feel?”
    “Ter­rible,” Beverly answered.

CHAPTER EL­EVEN
    Beverly was shocked to look up and see a boy stand­ing there. At first she didn’t re­mem­ber him. He was stand­ing in the door­way of the bath­room with his hands on his hips. There was a wicked grin on his face.
    Then she re­membered that he was the boy that Con­nie had called a creep.
    “Con­nie,” Beverly said nervously.
    Con­nie looked up. She had been dry­ing her­self off and she dropped the towel.
    “What do you want?”

CHAPTER NINE
    Con­nie didn’t al­low Tabatha to pick out her own clothes for that even­ing. Con­nie searched through the closet un­til she found some things that suited her.
    “Here,” Con­nie said. “Put these on. They ought to pop his eyes out.”
    “But there’s not very much of it,” Tabatha pro­tested.
    “That’s the whole idea,” Con­nie said.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    “Where the hell have you been?” Beverly’s mother asked as soon as Beverly walked through the door.
    “Out,” Beverly said.
    “Out? Is that the only kind of an­swer you can give me?”
    “Yes,” Beverly said.
    “Well, that’s not good enough, young lady. You may think you can go around whor­ing in the neigh­bor­hood, but you’ve got an­other thing com­ing. From now on, you’ll stay at home after school.”