Chapter 1
Faith grumbled again as she turned off the freeway and onto the side streets. She was not going to like her summer vacation at all.
At eighteen, Faith had just finished her freshman year of college. Most of her friends were going to be enjoying themselves at the beach for the next three months. That was her first choice too. She wanted to get a nice tan and have some fun.
Here parents were the spoilsports, however. They insisted that she get a job and earn some money for next year. Why couldn’t they just give her an allowance like her friends’ parents did? Why did she have to work? But they kept up the pressure and Faith saw her dream of frolicking in the surf disappear.
Once she resigned herself to getting a job, she did make an effort at finding a summer internship. She thought that working at a technology company would be good experience and she even applied to several modeling agencies because she thought that would be exciting. She might even get a chance to do some modeling and she knew that paid good money.
She was certainly pretty enough to be a model. Her tall, slender body was very graceful and she had an elegant, statuesque form. Her breasts might be bigger than the typical model’s but they were firm and she would have no difficulty wearing strapless attire. And her face was beautiful. Green eyes sparkled and every aspect of her facial features was perfect. Her long auburn hair was silky and lustrous as it framed her face.
Unfortunately, she had waited until it was too late to get an internship. All of the positions had already been filled. And none of the modeling agencies even replied to her letters or returned her calls. Apparently, they had already filled their needs.
She was not about to work in a restaurant, though. She had done that one summer during high school and she vowed to never do it again. The people had been rude and demanding and she had been miserable.
But the edict still stood. She had to get job. One night, a week earlier, her aunt had proposed a solution. She had been visiting for dinner and heard the debate about summer employment. She said that she could use some help for the summer.
Faith’s eyes lit up. Aunt Jane was an executive at a pharmaceutical company less than two hours away. Why hadn’t she thought about that? Of course she should do an internship with that company. And it would solve her other problem. It would get her away from her overbearing, nagging parents.
Just as fast as her hopes had been raised, however, they were dashed. Aunt Jane’s offer was to take care of her daughters for the summer. Faith liked her cousins; loved them, in fact. But they were five years younger than her. She wanted to be around a more adult crowd. And being a babysitter for the summer sounded even worse than being a waitress. Jane helped a little by describing her as a governess but Faith still knew that she would be babysitting.
Faith couldn’t find any way to wiggle out of the job, though. The summer had arrived and she still had no job. Plus, how could she say no to family? Aunt Jane had already said that she needed help. It was impossible to reject the offer.
Now she was near the end of the trip. It was Sunday afternoon and, instead of sunning herself at the beach with her friends, she was reporting for duty.
Jane met her at the front door and gave her a big hug. Then she helped Faith bring her suitcases into the house. After dropping them in the room she would be using for the summer, Jane led her to the family room where the twins were watching the television. They squealed and jumped up as soon as they saw Faith, running to her and squeezing her tightly. They giggled and ran around their older cousin and then hugged her some more.
Faith had to admit that Linny and Cinny were cute. They were clearly excited and were adorable in their enthusiasm. Their full names were Caroline, who had been dubbed Linny, and Cynthia, who was Cinny. They were identical twins and Faith always had a hard time figuring out which was which. She would have to ask Aunt Jane how she kept them straight.
“We’re so happy that you will be staying with us,” said one of them excitedly.
“Yeah,” the other chimed in. “We’ve never had a governor before.”
“Governess,” corrected their mother. “Faith will be your governess for the summer.”
“What does governess mean?” asked the first one.
“It means that she looks after you, and that she’s in charge.”
The twins looked at each other and immediately started giggling. Neither of them said a word but put an arm over each other’s shoulders and walked back to the television, still giggling.
“Oh boy,” thought Faith. “This is going to be worse than I thought.””
“They’ll be fine for you,” said Jane after she had led Faith back to the living room. ‘They’re just a little wound up right now. They’ll settle down for you quickly.”
Jane then showed Faith around the house to familiarize her with it. She already knew her way around pretty well because she visited frequently with her parents as she was growing up. The one saving grace that she had been looking forward to was the pool. Her aunt had a completely secluded back yard with a huge swimming pool. She might not be able to get to the beach this summer but she was sure going to get that tan.
Chapter 2
Faith got up early the next day with Jane. She received her instructions and Jane said she would try to get home early that day if she could. Then Jane left and Faith went back to bed. She woke up again with two sets of eyes watching her and the girls were lying on her bed with her in the middle.
“You’re gorgeous,” said Linny.
“Thank you,” replied Faith, lifting her head to look at her two cousins. “You are both quite beautiful. I just wish I could tell you apart.”
“Oh, that’s easy. I’m Linny.”
Faith laughed. “It’s easy for you. I haven’t figured it out yet. Maybe I’ll have you wear different colored bows in your hair.”
Both girls truly were beautiful. They both had long blonde hair. Faith had never seen them wear their hair in anything other than a ponytail so a bow or ribbon would work. They had bright, twinkling blue eyes. Their faces were quite pretty and unblemished and reminded Faith of fine porcelain. And their bodies were developing their womanly curves. These girls will steal the hearts of all the boys, thought Faith.
“I’m the prettier,” said Cinny as she giggled.
“No you aren’t,” challenged Linny. “I am.” And she reached across Faith’s body, poking her sister. Instead of retracting her arm fully, however, she left her hand lying on Faith with it right above the older cousin’s belly. She started moving it in slow circles as she and her sister bickered back and forth.
“Want some breakfast?” asked Cinny, finally.
“Sure, let’s eat,” replied Faith. She tried to sit up but was pinned beneath the bedcovers by her two charges.
“I guess we have you trapped,” giggled Linny who then leaned forward, kissing Faith on the lips. Faith opened her eyes wide in surprise. A kiss on the cheek would have been more appropriate, she thought. Then Cinny did the same thing and crawled off the bed to release her captive cousin.
“We’ll let you go this time,” said Cinny. “But next time, we might just keep you.” She giggled.
“Awww!” groused Linny as she got off the bed also. “I wanted to keep her this time.”
“Very funny,” said Faith as she got out of bed. “Let’s go eat.” Faith thought nothing of staying in her night shirt. She traipsed around her own house dressed like that all the time. And it was modest enough. The pink cotton shirt was baggy and opaque and reached to halfway down her thigh.
Linny wrapped her arm around Faith’s waist and led her out of the room, toward the kitchen. Cinny followed close behind. “We would have eventually released you, though,” Linny said. “But you would have been our prisoner for awhile.”
Throughout the day, the girls seemed to be constantly touching Faith. Once, it was a playful swat to the bottom. Frequently, one of them wrapped her arm around their governess’ waist as they walked. When they went outside to sun, the girls insisted on applying Faith’s tanning oil and then lay beside her, holding her hands. In the afternoon, as they watched television, one of them laid on the couch with her head in Faith’s lap while the other sat on the floor, resting back against Faith’s legs. Nothing was in appropriate. But it was constant.
“The girls are certainly touchy,” observed Faith once Jane got home.
Jane smiled. “Yes, they are very sweet, affectionate girls. And they like you a lot.”
The next day, Faith took them shopping. Jane had given her money to buy things for the girls and had told her to buy something for herself. Once again, Faith was being constantly touched as they walked three abreast, holding hands, though the mall.
At first, the perpetual touches had unnerved her. She always thought of herself as affectionate but she also had her private space. The never ending invasion of her private space was uncomfortable to her initially. But by the end of the first day, she had become used to it.
They went into a dress shop and the girls immediately started sorting through the racks, selecting items for Faith to try on. Faith had commented that she needed a sundress so they looked through the assortment and picked out a few. Faith was unprepared, however, when they tried to follow her into the dressing room.
“I can handle it by myself,” she told them.
“Oh, but we want to help,” said Cinny. Then she stuck out her lowere lip and put on a pouty face.
“It’s just not right for you to be in there,” Faith said.
“Why? Linny and I do it all the time. Do you have something we don’t?”
“No,” countered Faith. “But people don’t undress in front of others.”
“They don’t?” Linny said with raised eyebrows. “Mom does it with us all the time.”
“That’s different,” Faith argued. “You are family.”
“Well, you’re family too,” retorted Cinny. In the end, the girls wore Faith down and she relented. Fortunately, it was a spacious dressing room and the girls sat on the bench, waiting for the fashion show to begin. Faith blushed as she pulled off her t-shirt and shorts and then quickly donned the first dress.
“That looks great on you,” remarked Cinny as Faith turned back and forth.
“Thank you,” replied Faith. “But it’s a bit short.” She would eventually discover that all of them were short. The girls had purposely only selected dresses with very short skirts.
“But you have such great legs,” Linny commented. “This displays them so nicely.”
Faith had never thought about displaying any part of her body and thought it was an odd comment. She chose not to respond, however, and turned her back to the girils, removing the dress. With the next dress, Linny helped her by zipping her up and then smoothing the dress over Faith’s curves. Again, Faith was uncomfortable with the touching, especially since it covered more of her body this time, but chose not to protest this either.
The final dress was strapless. Faith slipped it over her head as Cinny zipped and smoothed it. Faith turned to model it and Cinny shook her head.
“You don’t like it?” asked Faith.
“I can’t tell,” replied Cinny. “It looks silly with this.” She reached out and plucked one of the bra straps to illustrate what she was talking about. “Take it off.”
“Oh,” replied Faith. She looked in the mirror and had to admit that it looked odd with the bra on. She thought quickly about how to get out of removing her bra but could not come up with anything. So she turned to let Cinny unzip her. Cinny did that and then reached down, grasping the hem and lifting it over Faith’s head. Then the girl held out her hand.
“Give it to me,” she said.
Faith blushed. This was not going well at all. Reluctantly, she reached behind her back, unhooking the bra and then shrugging it off her shoulders. She was left wearing only her panties and was blushing furiously by this point.
“Put your hands down, you ninny,” Linny mocked. “We’ve all go them although ours aren’t nearly as nice as yours. You have nothing to be embarrassed about.” Faith had been holding her hands up to try to protect her modesty. She slowly lowered them as her face turned even redder.
“These are amazing,” said Cinny who was holding the bra and dress in one hand. With her free hand, she reached out and ran a finger down the soft swells of Faith’s right breast, causing Faith to gasp and nearly jump out of her skin. “Do you think ours will ever be this nice?”
“Linny, stop that!” Faith snapped.
“I’m Cinny,” she corrected. “And why stop? We’re all girls here. Well, do you?”
“Do I what?” asked Faith testily as she reached for the dress. Cinny moved her hand, keeping the dress from the older girl.
“Do you think ours will ever be as nice as yours?”
“Oh,” replied Faith, trying to control her anger and act civilly. “I’m sure they will be; probably even nicer.”
“I doubt that,” said Cinny as she reached out and repeated the action on the left breast, enjoying the smooth softness of her cousin’s generous orbs. “Yours are just so perfect.”
They were indeed perfect. The 36C mounds stood proudly on Faith’s chest and were beautifully shaped. Even the nipples, which were stiff at the moment, were perfect. The areolae were about the size of a quarter and were light pink, surrounding the slightly darker pink nipples which were about a half inch long. The twins’ breasts had also begun to develop and they now wore 34B bras.
Eventually, Cinny had to stop keeping the dress from her cousin. But she refused to hand it over. Instead, she raised it to help Faith put it on. Not seeing any polite way to get the dress from Cinny, Faith held her arms out to let her cousin put the dress on her. Cinny slid the dress over the extended arms and tugged it down over Faith’s body. She zipped it and then stood in front of Faith, running her hands over Faith’s body, ostensibly to smooth out the dress. She paused and made motions of positioning the dress properly over the perfect breasts but was, in reality, just copping a feel. “There, that looks much better.”
Faith’s head was spinning by the time Jane got home that night. She almost felt as if she should buy a suit of armor to protect herself. The hands seemed to come out of nowhere and no part of her body seemed to be off limits.
“How do you discipline the girls?” she asked Jane. “Or more importantly, how would you recommend that I discipline them?”
Jane raised an eyebrow, “Why? Are they misbehaving?”
“I’m just talking about if they misbehave.” Faith was not ready to rat on the girls yet. She decided that she would try to manage the situation and just wanted to find out what constraints she had.
“I can’t remember the last time I had to discipline them. They’re always such angels for me. But you let me know if they do start acting up and we’ll come up with something. Okay?”
“Yes, Aunt Jane,” she replied.
Chapter 3
The next day found Faith in the barn. Her aunt owned a huge property that had once been a farm but hadn’t been farmed in years. Now it was a rolling combination of meadows and forests. The property came complete with a barn and several other out buildings in addition to the manor house.
The family’s four horses were kept in the barn. Faith assumed that the fourth one was for Jane’s ex-husband. They had been divorced a year earlier. Faith did not know why the divorce happened and it seemed that her parents were clueless about the cause also. She had always liked Uncle Frank and thought that he and Jane were a perfect couple. Apparently, they weren’t.
The twins were supposed to clean out the stalls daily but had not done it at all this week. Jane had pointed this out to Faith and instructed her to do a better job with the children’s chores. Faith said that she would see to it that they were done.
She decided that she would do it the fist day. That way, she could not be accused of assigning things that she would not do. And she would pitch in occasionally to clean them in the future.
She did not mind cleaning the stalls. She had been around horses her entire life and this was just one aspect that people get used to in the horsey life. The horses were in the field at the moment and she was working on the first stall.
It was hot in the barn. She opened all of the doors to get a breeze blowing through it. That helped, but it still didn’t cool her off enough to be comfortable.
She thought about taking off her top and shorts. That would help but she hadn’t planned very well for the day. She was wearing panties under the cutoff jeans so that would work. But she had worn a halter top and removing that would have left her naked from the waist up. Under normal circumstances, she probably would have done that but she knew that she couldn’t risk having the twins find her so exposed. And she also didn’t want to go back into the house. The twins were happily watching TV and she didn’t want to risk drawing their attention by walking through the house and having them follow her out to the barn. She would just suffer in the heat.
She got the stall cleaned out and spread some fresh straw on the floor before starting on the second one. By the end of the second stall, however, the heat was unbearable. She went to the door and cooled off for a moment. She looked around and saw that the twins were nowhere to be seen. They were obviously still watching their favorite shows. What had seemed like a risky act earlier now became a necessity. She peeled her shorts down her sweat covered legs and then pulled her top off, hanging them on hooks in hopes that they would dry before she had to put them back on to return to the house.
At last, it was bearable. She blushed a bit as her heavy breasts swayed on her chest as she worked, knowing how wicked it was to be nearly naked outside, but at least she wasn’t burning up. She cleaned out the last two stalls and was spreading the straw in the final one when she heard the giggling. She turned to look and froze as she saw two grinning girls at the door of the stall.
“What a pretty pony,” Cinny said. “And she even started preparing herself for us.”
“Yes. A beautiful filly,” agreed Linny. “Nice lines.”
“Okay, girls,” Faith said as she looked crossly at them. “You’ve had your fun. Now go find something to do while I finish up.”
“Oh,” said Cinny. “We already have something to do.” She closed the stall door and slipped a padlock into the latch, clicking it shut. “We have a new pony to train.”
“You’re not funny,” Faith said, raising her voice. “Let me out of here this instant or I’ll tell your mother.”
“Oh, you can tell her,” responded Linny. “But it will have to wait until next week.”
“What do you mean?” asked Faith, feeling a cold chill snake down her spine.
“She was just here,” explained Cinny. “She packed a suitcase and headed for the airport. She said something about an emergency in Europe. She hopes to get home next week but it could take longer.”
“We looked for you,” said Linny, “but we couldn’t find you. We assumed you had gone for a walk or run or something. And Mom couldn’t wait. She had a plan to catch.”
Faith silently groaned to herself. How was she going to control these imps? Especially when she was trapped and nearly naked.
“Have faith,” said Cinny. Then she giggled. “Actually, we’re the ones who have Faith. But we can take care of ourselves and we’ll take care of you too.”
“Yes, we have Faith,” Linny giggled with her sister. “Now be a good little filly and give us your boots and panties.”
“I will not!” Faith said indignantly. “Give me the rest of my clothes and let me out of here this instant!”
The two girls turned toward the door and started walking to it. “We’ll get them; either the easy way or the hard way.” They kept walking.
“Wait! You can’t leave me here!” The girls just kept walking and quickly disappeared into the sunlight. Faith collapsed against the bale of straw that she had been working on and fumed. How dare they?
Chapter 4
It was growing dark when the girls returned. “We’re cooking chicken. Would you like some?”
“Of course I would. Now let me out of here,” Faith demanded.
“We will. The price is the rest of your clothes,” said Cinny.
“Not a chance,” retorted an angry Faith. “But when I do get out, you two will have a lot to pay for.”
“Suit yourself,” said Linny. Then, the two girls turned and left the barn again, turning off the lights as they went.
Faith continued the examination of her stall. There must be some way of getting out. But, try as she might, she could not find any. The stalls were solidly built. Plus they had bars across the top. The bottom four feet of the walls were wood. Then steel bars extended upward another six feet to a wooden rail that held the steel bars that formed the roof. All of this ensured that she would not be able to climb her way to freedom. “Why would they have bars on the ceiling?” she wondered. Horses don’t need them.
It was daylight the next time she saw her captors. She had spent a miserable night trying to get comfortable on the little straw bed that she had fashioned in one corner of the stall. And after the sun went down, the temperature dropped. It had been a chilly, uncomfortable night for her and she hardly slept at all.
“Bacon and eggs for breakfast,” said Cinny.
“Want some?” asked Linny.
“You know the answer to that,” replied Faith.
“Then may we have your clothes?” asked Cinny.
“You know the answer to that too.”
“Oh well,” said Linny. “Maybe you’ll want lunch.” Then they left a brooding Faith alone in her stall.
By lunchtime, Faith’s stomach was grumbling. She desperately wanted to eat. She was even more desperate for water. She had not even had a sip of water in almost twenty four hours.
“Grilled cheese for lunch,” said Cinny. “Want some?”
Faith refused to hand over her remaining clothes and the girls turned to leave again. “Wait! Can I at least have some water?”
“You can have all of the water you want,” replied Linny as she held up a water bottle. “The price is the same.”
Faith slumped against the wall and groaned as she shook her head. The girls left her alone in her thoughts.
The afternoon grew hot again, which did nothing to help her thirst. She was sweaty again which she knew was just dehydrating her faster. Her lips were dry and her tongue kept sticking to the roof of her mouth. By the time dinner came around, she knew that she was defeated. She removed her boots and socks and pushed them through the bars. She took a deep breath and slid her panties down her legs, leaving her completely naked. This was how the girls found her.
“Oh, lookie!” squealed Linny in delight when she saw her very naked cousin. She picked up the clothing and set it on a table out of reach of the stall.
Cinny held up a water bottle to Faith’s lips and let her start drinking. Cinny raised her free hand and lifted Faith’s left breast, enjoying its weight. Faith reached up and grasped Cinny’s wrist, pulling the hand away from her body. Cinny reacted immediately by pulling the water bottle away from Faith’s lips. The captive girl whimpered as she realized her dilemma and released the offending hand. The hand returned to claim the luscious breast at the same instant the bottle was returned to Faith’s lips.
“Good girl,” said Cinny as she caressed and squeezed the soft mound. Linny stepped closer and claimed the other breast, lifting it with one hand as the fingers from her other hand danced over the warm, smooth flesh.
“Pretty pony,” said Linny as she enjoyed the perfection that was in her hand. “Isn’t this so much better than starving and thirsting? We want to be good to you. You just need to let us.”
Faith was finally able to eat her first meal in over a day. The girls kept her in her stall. Faith was required to stand at the bars with her hands locked behind her head. This caused her breasts to be displayed even more prominently, much to her chagrin, and made them easy targets for the girls. The twins fed their captive as the offered breasts received attention. When the meal was finished, the girls started to leave again.
“Wait!” Faith called out. “You’re not going to leave me here like this, are you?”
“But this is where good little ponies are supposed to sleep,” said Linny.
“Maybe we’ll take you out for some exercise tomorrow,” added Cinny. “If you’re good for us.” Then they left, turning off the light on their way out. Faith spent another sleepless night curled up in her cold stall.
Chapter 5
“Tell me again about Plan B,” said Cinny. Both girls were naked and were curled up in bed, spooning. Linny was behind her sister, holding her, as her hand slowly caressed her.
“Well, it just came to me yesterday. Plan A was to slowly wear her down. First was the constant touching. Then, were going to move her to constant nudity. After that, we were going to going to make her totally dependent on us. And voila. We have ourselves a ponygirl.”
“Yeah, I know all about Plan A,” said Cinny as she felt her sister’s hand glide over her naked body. “What was wrong with it?”
“It takes forever,” replied Linny. “We would have been working on her all summer. And Mom would be sure to figure it out eventually.”
“Mom wouldn’t object, would she? She’s had slavegirls of her own. She’d have to expect us to want one.” It was true that Jane had slavegirls before. That was the main thing that led to the divorce. When it started, which was before the twins were even born, it had been more of a hobby. It was just recreational fun. As the years progressed, however, Jane spent more time with her subs and slaves and less time with Frank. She knew all along that she was bisexual but finally realized that, in reality, she was lesbian. There was no room for a male in her life.
“I don’t think that she would mind us having our own girl,” replied Linny as she slid her hand up Cinny’s belly to cup one of the firm, developing breasts. “But I think she would mind us enslaving our cousin; family relations and all that.”
“Oh,” sighed Cinny as she enjoyed having her breast held. “Maybe. So how did this plan pop into your head?”
“Well,” explained Linny. “She was right where we were going to put her eventually; in a stall. And she was already almost naked, just like we were going to make her. I just skipped months of conditioning.”
“Seems kind of risky to skip all of those other steps.”
“It might be,” agreed Linny. “We’ll have to be harsher than we had planned. But unless Mom comes home right away, we should be able to break her. And once we’ve done that, it will be too late to release her.”
“So how do we break her?” asked Cinny.
“I haven’t figured all of that out yet.” Linny’s finger was toying with her sister’s nipple now, rolling it back and forth and causing the delicious bud to stiffen. “We’ve already started. We deprive her of food and water and she only gets either when we are playing with her body.”
“I think arousal and relief should be part of it too,” Linny continued. “If we keep her constantly aroused but only let her climax with us, she’ll start to need us.”
And then she went on. “We’ll have to punish her when she misbehaves too. I think it will work.”
“I sure hope so,” said Cinny. “She’s just so beautiful. I’d love to own her.”
“You will, sis,” assured Linny. Then she rolled her sister toward her to kiss her. They embraced as they kissed and made love before drifting off to sleep in their warm comfortable bed.