Chapter 10
The days dragged on. Faith endured humiliation after humiliation as the twins continued to mold her into a human pony. Each day, she was strapped into a different harness and she wondered how they came to own so many. Some, like the one on the first day, were plain. Others, like the one she wore today, were highly decorative with tooled leather and rhinestones.
Each day, she was trained. For the first few days, she never left the corral. They taught her all of her paces and she learned to walk, trot, canter and gallop to their satisfaction. She learned to stop and pose. She learned to display herself for inspection, which she found to be highly humiliating.
Each day brought multiple orgasms. The girls had not beaten her again. They did use the riding crop occasionally to correct her but that was child’s play compared to the horrid paddle that she had been beaten with originally. Instead of relying on punishment to mold their new pony, the twins focused on rewarding her for good behavior. Whenever she mastered a new pace or pose, they would use their fingers or tongues to bring her to climax.
This was a new side to her. Faith had never had sex before. She had never even dated a guy beyond going to an occasional movie. She had masturbated a few times but felt unfulfilled by the experience. And she had kissed and petted with other girls when she was younger. She viewed that as a rite of passage for young girls to explore and experiment and never saw it as anything sexual. Now she found herself receiving five or six earth shattering orgasms a day. What was worse was that she realized that she was behaving differently in order to achieve her rewards. She was being the best slavegirl she could be.
Each night, she was bound again with her wrists held securely behind her back and then locked into her stall. She never had a chance to escape. She had either been locked up or bound or both since that day she had been mucking the stall.
The girls seemed to delight in their slavegirl’s body. When they were not training her, they would frequently bind her to a post or over a rail. Then they would explore her body. Cinny was most fascinated with the full round breasts while Linny seemed obsessed with her sex and bottom. It was Linny who discovered that Faith was still a virgin. This started a discussion about what to do about it; a discussion that did not include any input from Faith. After all, she was just a pony and what could a pony say that would matter to anyone?
“I think we should break it,” said Cinny, “or take it or pop it or whatever the right way to say it is.”
“No, we should leave it intact,” argued Linny. “Do you realize how rare an eighteen year old virgin is?”
They debated and bickered for twenty minutes as Faith remained bound upright and spread eagle in the middle of the barn. In the end, Linny won the debate. They would leave Faith’s hymen intact for now.
It seemed like months had passed since her captivity started but Faith realized that it had probably only been a week. The arduous days and the mind numbing practicing of her paces had simply caused her to lose track of time. She lived from meal to meal and orgasm to orgasm.
Eventually, the girls decided that she had learned her paces and they pulled out the cart. It had been stored in the back of the barn and Faith had not noticed it before. It was smaller than the carts that she had seen before and she was puzzled by it. When she was attached to it, she found that it was perfectly designed to fit a human to pull it. Why would someone have a cart this size, she wondered. Then she felt a chill rush through her. She was not the first girl to be held captive and trained to be a pony! That’s why they had all of the harnesses and this cart. But what had happened to the others? And what did that mean about what would happen to her?
Linny adjusted the harness as Faith stood between the rails with the rails attached to her harness. Linny grasped each breast and tugged on them before tightening the straps further, causing her beautiful orbs to bulge out even more. Then Faith received a new indignity. Linny produced two bells with clamps on them. After flicking each of Faith’s nipples to stiffen them, Linny opened the jaws of the clamps and let them bite into the sensitive nubs. Faith felt pain surge through her bound breasts and grunted around her bit.
“Such a pretty pony,” commented Linny as she flicked each of the bells, causing them to tinkle. “And now we have a musical pony.”
Both girls climbed into the cab and then Cinny picked up the reins. She snapped them once and made a clicking sound with her tongue. “Giddyup, pretty pony.”
Faith started forward, slowly at first. The girls praised her but urged her faster and faster. Soon, she was trotting and pulling the cart around the property. Cinny tugged on one rein and then the other, guiding the beautiful girl. Linny just sat back and enjoyed the view. Faith’s firm ass was poetry in motion as the muscles strained and moved with each step. The girls had tied Faith’s hair into a ponytail that seemed to spurt from the top of her head and the auburn hair billowed out behind her like an undulating fan.
Faith was panting when Cinny pulled her to a halt. The girls seemed pleased with her performance, though, because she was rewarded with another one of those explosive orgasms that she had come to crave.
The twins climbed back into the cab and steered their ponygirl back toward the barn. Faith was covered in sweat and dust by the time she was released from the cart and received another orgasm and her daily shower.
That night marked a change in the routine. Instead of being returned to her stall for the night, the girls led her to the house. This was the first time she had been back in the house since they captured her. Did this mean that they were finally going to release her?
It turned out that it did not mean that. Instead, it meant that she was to be their sexual play thing for the night. The girls laid her on her back on the bed and tied each of her limbs to the corners of the bed, spreading her tightly. They gave her another orgasm and then, one at a time, lowered their pussies to her waiting lips.
She had never done this before and the idea disgusted her. For the first time in many days, she resisted. She twisted her head away and clamped her lips shut.
“I’ll get the paddle,” announced Cinny.
“No, wait!” pleaded Faith. “I’ll do it! I’ll do it!” She spent the next hour giving the girls pleasure. It turned out to not be as disgusting as she had feared. It was not something that she would offer to repeat but it was not bad. It certainly was better than being abused by that cruel paddle.
At the end of the evening, the three girls slept together. Faith remained on her back with her body stretched tight. The girls laid on either side of her, using her soft, firm breasts as pillows. Faith was in a bed for the first time in over a week and she slept like a baby.
Chapter 11
“My, my,” Faith heard. “What have we here?”
Faith looked up from her little bed of straw and peered through the barred door of the stall. Standing on the other side was her Aunt Jane.
Faith was initially elated that she was finally rescued. Her long ordeal was over. But then a fear washed through her body. If Aunt Jane was going to rescue her, why hadn’t she opened the door already? And someone had to own all of those harnesses and that cart. Her aunt was in the practice of enslaving girls, she suddenly realized.
“Stand up for me,” Jane said. “Let me get a good look at you.”
Faith had become better at getting to her feet during her captivity but, with her hands bound behind her, it was still an awkward struggle. She turned toward her aunt and pleaded.
“Please release me, Aunt Jane,” she begged. “The twins have held me prisoner for over a week.”
“Yes, I just learned that,” Jane replied. “I was wondering why you were never around when I called. I should have guessed. But they have never captured a girl before. At least they’ve got good taste. You are even more lovely than I could have imagined. Turn for me.”
Faith blushed at the command. “But Aunt Jane…”
“Hush, little one. Just turn.”
Faith bit her lower lip nervously but complied with the command. She felt her blush deepen as she slowly turned, knowing that she was displaying herself to her aunt.
“Simply perfection,” said Jane as she studied the delicate feminine curves of her niece. “They have good taste, indeed.”
“Aunt Jane, why haven’t you released me yet?”
“All in good time, sweet girl. All in good time.”
“Are you planning on keeping me?” asked an astonished Faith.
“I have faith,” smiled Jane. “And I intend to keep her for a bit. We’ll play this game a little longer.”
“Aunt Jane! How could you?”
Jane was facing a dilemma. Her daughters had created a mess and, if she released Faith, Faith was bound to say something. In the best case, her relationship with her sister, Faith’s mother, could be severely damaged, if not severed. In the worst case, her daughters would end up in prison for a variety of crimes. She knew that she would have to let her niece go eventually but she needed time to come up with a solution before that could happen. Of course, she could always dispose of the girl by selling her into the slave market but she couldn’t imagine doing something like that to family.
There was a bright side to her problem. Her niece was stunningly beautiful and she had already been partially broken in by the twins. She was currently between slavegirls and Faith would provide some entertainment for her for the next couple of months.
Jane opened the door to the stall and walked to where Faith was standing. She reached up and plucked a piece of straw out of the girl’s hair. “Relax, little one. Nobody is going to hurt you. At least nobody is going to do any permanent damage. And you might find that you enjoy being my slavegirl.”
She reached down and cupped Faith’s sex with her hand, feeling the slick petals against her fingers. She brought them up to let Faith see. “See? You are already enjoying it.”
“Oh, Aunt Jane, I don’t know why I’m always so wet. I don’t enjoy it. It’s horrible to be naked and chained all the time.”
Jane reached out and touched Faith’s breasts, causing the girl to back away from her aunt. “Come back, little one.”
Faith did not want to do anything that even remotely resembled being cooperative. But she also remembered the awful torture inflicted on her body earlier in her imprisonment. She did not want a repeat of that. Reluctantly, she moved back to where she had been standing earlier.
Jane returned her hands to the girl’s breasts. She ran her palms over the smooth soft skin, appreciating the firmness of her niece’s well endowed chest. Then she slid her hands beneath them and lifted them, feeling their weight. “These are beauties. You should be very proud of them.”
“I should be free and clothed too,” retorted Faith. She was blushing from having her breasts being so intimately touched by her aunt but she was still angry that she was not being released.
“I will enjoy owning these, even if it’s just for a little while,” said Jane, ignoring Faith’s response. She continued to hold the firm mounds and let her thumbs brush back and forth across the nipples, causing them to stiffen.
Eventually, Jane led her captive out of the stall and sat on a bench. She instructed Faith to kneel, which turned out to be every bit as awkward as standing up. But she finally was able to assume the correct position and knelt at her aunt’s feet.
They spent the next hour talking. Faith did most of the talking as Jane asked questions. She had to describe everything that happened to her since the twins captured her. She had to describe the best thing that happened and that was when she was finally given water. She described the most erotic thing as the daily showers when the girls would strip and play with her body. The paddling was, by far, the worst thing.. Pulling a cart was the most humiliating.
She had to describe her sexual history which resulted in a very short explanation. Almost her entire sexual history occurred in the past week and a half.
“Do you like giving orgasms or receiving them better?” asked Jane.
Faith blushed at that question. In the past week, she had learned that she liked both for very different reasons. She liked receiving because of the delicious feelings that exploded in her body. She liked giving because it gave her a sense of power to be able to control someone else’s pleasure. She was not sure how to answer. Either answer carried with it embarrassment.
“I like to receive better,” she finally chose.
“Let’s go to the house,” Jane finally said after the quizzing was finished. “You’ve slept in the barn long enough.”
“Thank god,” thought Faith. This was a big step forward in her mind.
Faith remained cuffed but at least she was out of that stall. Jane led her naked across the yard and into the house. The twins were sitting at the kitchen table, grinning as they entered the house.
“Isn’t she just perfect, Mama?” asked Cinny.
“Yes, dear,” replied Jane. “She’s perfect in every way. But she is through being a pony for awhile.”
“Oh,” said Linny with a frown on her face. “But we’re going to keep her, aren’t we?”
“For a little bit longer, yes,” said Jane. That news brightened the faces of both girls. Jane continued leading her charge deeper into the house and up the stairs until they got to the master bedroom. “I think we could both use a bath right now.”
Faith had not seen a bathtub in a week and a half and was dying for a bath. “That would be lovely.”
Jane turned to her and placed her hands on her niece’s shoulders as she looked her in the eyes. “Listen, Faith. It was not my idea to turn you into a slavegirl and I never would have done something like that to family. But what’s done is done.”
Faith listened with wide eyes and her heart seemed to pound faster with each word spoken. What did her aunt me by ‘what’s done is done’? Was she going to keep her forever?
“We can’t unring the bell. You were captured and enslaved. But I promise that you will be released at the end of the summer. Until then, you will belong to me. I will let the twins play with you but you are my property. Do you understand?”
“No, not really, Aunt Jane,” replied Faith. “Why won’t you let me go now?”
“For two reasons,” Jane said. “First, you have entered a world that you don’t fully understand yet. It would not be fair to you to let you go before you know enough to like it or dislike it. You did not choose the world. The world chose you. But I feel it is my responsibility to help you learn it.” Faith remained silent.
“The second reason is a selfish one. You are so beautiful that I can’t help but want to own you. I may not be able to keep you forever, but at least I will own you for a little while to be able to enjoy you.”
“You may find that you like it and want to continue. The life of a slavegirl can be very erotic and satisfying. You get to explore all kinds of new things without the responsibility of making any decisions. All of your decisions will be made for you. And because you aren’t deciding, there can’t be any guilt.”
“You may find that you like the lifestyle but don’t want to be a bottom or submissive. That would be worth learning too. And if you turn out to be a mistress, then your time as a slavegirl will be very valuable to you. Or you may conclude that you want no part of the domination and submission lifestyle. That would be worth learning too but at least it will be an educated decision.”
“Now,” continued Jane, “will you agree to be my slavegirl for the remainder of the summer?”
Faith’s head was spinning at this point. “Aunt Jane, are you asking me to voluntarily give up my freedom?”
Jane smiled and leaned forward, kissing Faith on the lips. “You have already lost your freedom, little one. I am offering to give you a little bit more right now and then return all of your freedom at the end of the summer.”
“What will I have to do?” asked Faith.
“Whatever I choose,” responded Jane as she brushed her lips back and forth across Faith’s.
“Will I be kept naked?”
“Yes, you will. I love your body and want to be able to enjoy it.”
“Will I be chained?”
“That’s up to you, love,” replied Jane. “If you agree to be my slavegirl, then I see no need to keep you constantly bound. You would just have to promise not to run away.”
“Will there be sex?”
Jane laughed and flicked the tip of Faith’s nose with her tongue. “Of course there will be. This is a very sexual lifestyle and I can’t wait to help you explore it.”
“What else will there be?” asked Faith. With each of her aunt’s answers, Faith’s initial reaction was ‘no way!’ But then she would think more about it and rationalize that it would not be so bad. She was probably just making excuses at this point. She had already been naked this long. She could last longer. She would be bound but not as often. That was actually an improvement. And she had already had sex with the twins. She was surprised that she liked it so much but she did. While she hadn’t had sex with her aunt yet, she assumed that it would be as nice and maybe even nicer since Aunt Jane was more experienced.
“Anything I choose,” replied Jane.
“Can you give me some examples?” asked Faith.
“I could, but I won’t,” responded Jane. She reached out and wrapped her arms around her naked niece, hugging Faith to her. “It would spoil the excitement and fun of the game.”
“This is a game?”
“It’s a game between you and me,” she said. “You aren’t going to be my permanent slave so just think of it as a game in which you have a role for the time being. It’s not a game for many people. They are very serious about it. But for us, it’s going to be fun.”
“Okay, Aunt Jane. I’ll be your slavegirl.”
Jane smiled again and gave Faith a squeeze. “Good girl. Now let’s get those cuffs off of you and you can bathe me.”
Chapter 12
Jane moved Faith along slowly. She did not want to scare away her new charge or make her regret her decision. She felt that the twins had been too aggressive with the girl and moved too although, in a way, she was thankful for them doing that. It opened the door to her owning Faith.
The twins were allowed to play with Faith and they usually harnessed her up and treated her as a pony. Jane too liked ponygirls but only as an occasional amusement. A full time ponygirl would go out of her mind with the boredom of trying to be like a pony. The twins were allowed to use the riding crop in guiding their pony but were otherwise prohibited from punishing her.
Faith no longer slept in the stall. She was now a nightly fixture in Jane’s bed. And Faith had overcome any uneasiness she had about lesbian sex. She now readily licked all three pussies and she did so because she wanted to; not out of fear of punishment. She especially liked having sex with her aunt. The twins were nice but they were so inexperienced and unrefined. It was much more like an athletic event than an intimate act. With Jane, however, it was tender love making. Even though she was still treated like a slave by her aunt, she felt like a most prized possession.
Jane did inflict pain on her from time to time but she always seemed to do it in a loving and erotic way. Nipple clamps, whips, paddles, floggers and crops were all introduced to her body. Hot wax, electricity and ice also became occasional instruments of torture. But it was always a delicate and erotic torture. There was almost always some kind of bondage and sometimes she was even blindfolded. Her aunt would apply the pain but would stimulate her at the same time. She always had at least one earth shattering orgasm during each session and actually started looking forward to her sessions.
Jane also started to introduce a little bit of humiliation. At first, it was mild. One day, she was sent down to the road naked to fetch the mail. That had been embarrassing but it was also exhilarating. Over time, Jane increased the level of humiliation as she thought Faith could deal with it until, one day, Faith thought she would die of embarrassment.
“She’s lovely,” Faith heard the voice declare. She cringed as she recognized the voice. She was kneeling naked in the living room with her hands bound behind her back and was wearing a blindfold. The new voice was that of her Aunt Ann, her mother’s other sister.
“Yes,” replied Jane. “She’s my pride and joy.” Faith remained silent but felt her face turn crimson with shame at being so exposed to yet another family member.
“Does Jill know about this?” asked Ann.
“Oh my lord, no,” Jane said. “How could I tell her that the twins captured her daughter and then I took over ownership?”
“I don’t know. She might not mind,” Ann said. “Remember that she was always the kinkiest of us.”
“Maybe,” responded Jane. “But I wouldn’t even know how to raise the subject with her.”
Faith listened to her two aunts. Her mom was kinky? That was something she had never heard before. And she had never seen any sign of it in her mother.
“I’ll tell her,” Ann offered. “I think she’ll think it’s a hoot.” Faith cringed at the thought of her mother finding out about how she was spending her summer. “Stand up, dear.”
Faith assumed that the command was intended for her and started to rise. She had gotten better at maneuvering with bound hands but the blindfold made it especially difficult.. She didn’t struggle for long, though, because two sets of hands grasped her upper arms and she was lifted to her feet. Then the blindfold was removed and she found herself looking at her Aunt Ann who was staring back at her. Her face erupted in a new explosion of red.
“Simply gorgeous,” Ann said as she looked the girl up and down. “May I?” she asked as she looked at Jane.
“Be my guest,” replied Jane.
Ann reached up and tucked Faith’s hair over her shoulders, letting the long auburn locks cascade down her back. The hair had been providing some modesty to the girl as it covered her breasts but now she was totally exposed.
Ann traced her face with her fingers as if she were inspecting the girl. In fact, that was exactly what Ann was doing. She looked at every inch and found it flawless. Not a blemish or scar to be found anywhere and the features of the girl’s face were perfectly sculpted. She was beautiful with that fresh, innocent look but had a face that made people want to have her sexually.
Ann moved her fingers lower and trailed them along the slender, swan-like neck. “No collar?” Ann asked Jane.
“Only sometimes,” replied Jane. “I don’t use it often. I prefer her totally naked.”
The fingers glided across the smooth, silky shoulders and down Faith’s arms before moving inward to stroke the breasts. The blush spread from Faith’s cheeks to her chest as her aunt lifted her breasts with splayed fingers and bounced them. “So delightful,” said Ann, “and so perfectly proportioned.”
Ann played with the firm globes for quite awhile before sliding a hand down the girl’s belly to cup her sex. The middle finger toyed with her petals, finding them wet from arousal before sliding into her. Faith rose up onto her toes to try to escape the intrusion but the finger stayed with her and slid deeper into her sex.
“She’s very wet,” observed Ann. “You have trained her well.”
“She has been a delight to train,” replied Jane. “Despite her reluctance, she has responded well. And she’s always aroused, it seems.”
“I’ll have to bring my boy over some time and let them couple.”
“She’s not ready for that,” said Jane. “She’s still a virgin.”
“Oh my,” responded a surprised Ann. “Isn’t that a rarity? A virginal slavegirl. That’s probably one of a kind.”
“Like I said,” replied Jane, “she’s my pride and joy.”
“When do you plan to take it?” asked Ann.
“I’m not sure,” Jane responded. “It hasn’t prevented her from fulfilling her duties so I’m in no hurry.”
“Yes, I guess that’s true,” agreed Ann. “In a house full of women, a cherry can remain unplucked.”
Ann started stroking her finger in and out of the bound girl, feeling the wetness coating her digit. Then she started to rub her palm against Faith’s clit, mashing it before rolling it in circles. She looked into Faith’s eyes again. “Do you like what I’m doing to you, girl?”
Faith cast her eyes down in embarrassment at the question. “It feels nice, Aunt Ann; embarrassing but nice.” Ann kept up her movements and, in very little time, had to wrap her arm around Faith’s waist to support her as an intense orgasm rocked her body and caused her to wobble unsteadily.
“Very responsive,” remarked Ann. “I like that in a girl.”