The Horwath RAAC - Chapter 4 & 5

Chapter 4

 

Tails of Woe

 

Dina:

 

Why were they doing this to me? I just couldn’t understand why they were trying to make me behave like a dog. What did I do to deserve this? I was so frustrated by all this that I started thinking of every last detail of my life for the last two years. Did I piss someone off? Did I make someone jealous? I couldn’t think of anyone that I had.

After they took me to the kennels they started addressing me as “puppy.” That was humiliating! Let me tell you. What really upset me though was the sight of all the other girls. There must have been over fifty being treated the same way. That’s when I realized that this really was a government operation. We were being mass produced. It was a clue. I just couldn’t figure out why we were all being treated this way.

The day had been pretty traumatic so they were gentle with me. They told me that they wouldn’t start the real training until the next morning. So they put me in a cage that was only three feet high. The cage had soft bedding on the bottom and a screened top with iron bars over them.

The trainer identified herself as Harmony. “Are you thirsty?” she asked before she put me in the cage. I nodded. No, you need to bark. I’ll let it pass this time but you have to act the part. Otherwise I’ll have to use the collar.

So, I barked. I really hated this. This wasn’t play acting. It was just a degrading, horrible experience. They didn’t expect me to act like an animal. They expected me to become an animal.

“Don’t talk when I pull the gag out. Otherwise I’ll put it right back in. Clear?” she asked.

“Arf!” I barked.

My cage was a padded cubicle roughly eight feet long and four feet on each side. It was lit by inset lights along each side. The rear of the cage was too far back to see clearly. The front had iron bars on the gate and an easy to open latch. Of course, with my hands in these mittens I didn’t have any chance of opening the gate. I assumed that was part of the plan.

Harmony smiled and told me to crawl to the back of the cage. There was a rubber tube that I was going to have to suck on for water and food,” she explained. When I crawled into the cage she closed the door behind me. That’s when I saw the tube. It was in the form of a human cock! “They’re going to make me do oral sex?” I asked myself silently.

It was an act I had never performed. I considered it as degrading as anal sex. It was nothing more than a male’s way of debasing a woman, dominating her. Now it was obvious that they were going to make me learn to do the one sexual act that I hated more than anything. I just wouldn’t do it!

So I sat there in my bondage. My mouth was free but I feared yelling out. My last order was to remain silent. If I did speak in my cage I feared the consequences. I didn’t want that ball to be placed back into my mouth. So I lay down and sulked. But I was thirsty and a bit hungry. The cock beckoned. I looked over my shoulder and saw Harmony stooping to get a good view. “Go ahead. It won’t hurt you,” she said in a falsetto voice. I turned back towards the protrusion then back again at Harmony. “Go ahead,” she repeated.

“I hate this,” I thought as I slipped my lips over the tube.

“Grip the base with you lips. Don’t use your teeth or your collar will shock you,” she instructed.

I had to insert the phallus almost to the back of my throat before I could reach the collar with my lips. I twisted the device and was shocked. I pulled back from the device and laid there panting from the pain. “Don’t use your teeth! It can detect that. Use only your lips to grip it.”

I tried again. She had told me to twist the collar then pull back part way. Otherwise the jet of water would shoot down my throat. I did as she instructed. I must have done it correctly because I got my drink. I repeated the act three more times. I got the hang of it pretty quickly. So I tried my luck at the food. I twisted clockwise and was rewarded with a sweet oatmeal paste. It wasn’t bad.

“I’ll be back in an hour. Try and get comfortable with your new outfit. Eat and drink all you want.”

So this was how I was going to live from now on. I was going to crawl like a dog and satisfy men with my mouth. If I had the chance I’d slit my wrists! I just laid down and cried. I just couldn’t understand why this was happening to me.

 

An hour later Harmony returned. I had eaten my fill and was resting in my cubicle. The cubicle was too small to turn around but I could twist my head somewhat to see who was staring into the cage. As I watched Harmony opened the gate and let me back out.

“Open,” she said, holding the red ball in front of me. “Get used to it. We don’t let puppies walk around without something in their mouths. Come on,” she said. My eyes when immediately to the end of the leash. The red button on the control caught my eye so I opened my mouth as wide as possible. With the ball inserted I bit down on the ball as instructed while the zipper was closed.

“Heel!”

I followed on her lead as I had done before. All I had to do was watch her left heel. That’s all that mattered. We passed through two security gates and arrived outside to find the same assortment of depravity. I didn’t’ have time to sightsee though. Harmony was leading me at a brisk pace toward another gated area, this one being outdoors. Behind the gates we came to a long series of four foot high gates. As I passed them I noticed that they were dog runs. The dogs were human females of course. Soon I knew I’d occupy one as well.

We arrived at a small building set in the center of the wide path that ran in front of the gates. A tall woman leaned out of the window and looked at me. “New puppy?” she asked.

“Yes,” Harmony explained.

“She’s not finished with her outfitting,” the administrator noted.

“There’s a backlog. She’ll have to endure for a day or two. Can we get her on a track?”

“Do you have her number? She’s not marked yet.”

“66223”

“Thank you. Let me check.” The woman disappeared into the shack. A few moments later she came back. Put her in Track 23.”

“Thanks.”

“Brenda!” the woman yelled.

A short female in black latex arrived. She was hooded and gagged. Her heels were six inches high. When she approached I noticed that her hands were completely free but she didn’t try to escape or remove any of her bondage.

“Track 23,” the administrator said.

Brenda took my leash and led me down the long row of gates until we reached one with the number 23 on it. In I went.

Once I was inside I could see that the run was very long, perhaps one hundred feet in length. The top of the run was sealed off with a wire fencing. A long square rod ran the length of the corridor just under the ceiling. It reminded me of a garage door opener. My guess wasn’t far off. Brenda took a short hanging leash that happened to be hanging from the track and attached it to my collar. Then she disconnected the other leash and climbed out of the dog run, closing the gate behind her.

“Just follow the lead. I’ll be back in a little while,” Harmony said.

A moment later the track moved forward and stopped. I could see that the leash was now ahead of me. I moved forward a little and waited. Then it suddenly started moving. I had to follow.

As I moved down the path I noticed that some areas of the corridor had fenced in openings. I could see other girls being forced to crawl as well. Both girls adjacent to me were dressed in black though. I didn’t know why.

When the track reached the end it stopped for a moment. Then it moved back toward me. Fortunately the corridor was fairly wide. I correctly guessed that it was going to start heading back. I turned around and waited. A moment later I was crawling back toward the starting point. This was horrible!

 

I spent two sessions each day in the dog run. If I was taken out of the cage I was immediately gagged with the rubber ball. I really hated that. But I didn’t resist. The collar’s control was absolute.

In addition I had to bark often to answer Harmony’s questions. I wasn’t allowed the luxury of human speech. I had to understand orders but the only way to answer was with one or two barks.  I was learning the routine well.

On the third day I had an additional visitor. Harmony came to my cage with a man. It was the man whom I had seen on the first day.

“How’s she doing?” I heard him ask from behind me as I knelt on all fours in my cage.

“Pretty well, if you ask me. See for yourself,” Harmony replied.

I heard the door open. Harmony beckoned and I crawled out of the cage.

I immediately noticed the man holding the rubber ball in front of my lips. I was well trained now and opened my mouth wide to accept it. But instead of closing the zipper across my lips he left it open. “Let’s see if she holds it voluntarily.”

As I sat there on all fours they talked about the weather and the massive influx of females that had been brought to the complex. As I eavesdropped I heard them talk about these kidnappings as a sort of business. They kept talking about filling orders and meeting demand. It was then I realized that I had done nothing to deserve this fate. I was in this role because they needed a female to sell. I was being treated as property!

“You bastards!” I yelled as I spat the ball out of my mouth. “What gives you the right? I’m human! I’m not a dumb animal!”

At that point all I could do was scream. I wasn’t screaming because I was mad. I was screaming because Harmony was holding down the button. I was in absolute pain. The man grabbed the red ball and inserted it into my wide open mouth. I was in such horrid pain that I couldn’t resist. Only after the zipper was closed did she release the button.

“I’m sorry,” Harmony said apologetically.

“It’s only her third day. There’s no reason to apologize. I like my puppies better like this anyway.”

Harmony checked her watch. “We’d better get going or she’ll miss her appointment.”

“I’m coming with you.”

“After seeing what she’s capable of that’s probably a good idea.”

“Not a problem.

 

 

Cleo, the newest ponygirl:

 

I can’t even begin to describe this nightmare! I was forced to put all this bondage gear on and now I couldn’t resist them. What where they going to do with me? This gag was horrible. It was heavy. It had these two wedges connected at the center. One wedge was in my mouth and the other stuck out past my lips. There was also a metal bar running across my mouth like a horse’s bit. I couldn’t talk and I couldn’t spit the damn thing out. My head was encased in a leather hood too. The gag thing was held in place by a bunch of straps that wrapped around my head. It was as if they wanted to treat me like some sort of animal. Why were they doing this?

The woman had other business so the man (I think his name was Arnie) connected a leash to the collar and led me forward. I had to follow. The heels were ridiculous. I towered above him by almost a foot. But he seemed to know I could walk in them. He took his time but didn’t stop even when I started to stumble. He just put out a hand and steadied me.

We eventually arrived at a pair of steel doors. When we entered a man in a white smock was waiting for us.

“About time,” he said.

“She just got acclimated,” Arnie said. I guess that’s what they called this phase of the bondage game.

“Well, let’s get going. I have four puppies and three other horses to do.”

“Horse?” I asked myself as I was led to a low metal frame. The bit now made sense. They were going to make me into a horse. They were going to saddle me or make me pull their carts around. That’s when I realized that I didn’t want to have any part of this scene. I began to fight them.

“Whoa,” Arnie yelled. “Behave!”

But I didn’t. Suddenly my entire head lit up in pain as he pressed a button on a small remote. The collar sent shocks into my neck making me freeze in my tracks. “Don’t resist!” Arnie instructed. “You can’t avoid this. Just go with it.” With that he hit the button again as I was just getting the urge to fight them again. I screamed and almost went to my knees. Arnie caught me. “Relax,” he said as he gently led me to the rack.

The guy in the smock pushed me against the waist-high frame, urging me to bend over as well as spread my legs. My legs were spread about two feet apart and secured at several locations. Below my breast hung pendulously. My neck fit into a steel brace, which clamped around the wide collar. Just to further secure me they put three nylon straps over my pinioned arms. I couldn’t move a muscle.

“I’d like to start with the rings. Is that OK, Charlie?” Arnie asked.

“Fine by me,” he replied. “Better patch her.”

Arnie came toward my head and placed two black plastic patches on my eyes. They didn’t need any adhesive or Velcro. Instead they seemed to stick naturally to the leather, sort of like the static cling plastic they put on car windows. I was now effectively blind.

 

Arnie:

 

At this point we didn’t want her to panic any more than necessary. We used hand signals as we had practiced countless times before. I donned a pair of latex gloves as did Doctor Charlie.  He took a lighted dental mirror and looked up her nose. Then, taking a special gauge he measured the distance from the base of her nose to the ideal location of the grommet. He found this to be 9 mm from the end. The pop grommet calipers were set to 9 mm. He carefully inserted the pliers-like tool into her nostrils and closed the jaws. Cleo screamed as a loud pop and sizzle could be heard. The metal grommet was punched through her septum and welded shut. Now she had a permanent small hole between her nostrils.

“Great job Doc,” I complimented, breaking the forced silence.

A similar routine took place on the blind pony as we pierced first her left breast, then her right. The grommets used in her breasts were slightly different. The tubes of each grommet were slightly longer than usual. This allowed them to be inserted into the nipple without crushing it. Small metal disks squeezed the sides of each tender bud when Charlie was done. As a loud snap was heard with the installation of each grommet the girl screamed loudly. It was unavoidable.

We inserted one inch gold rings as temporary ornaments.

Finally we repeated the procedure on her little clit. We did this from the rear. Her bent over form allowed us to access the area quite easily. The procedure required us to massage the little bud to bring it to arousal and make it extend as far out as possible. She must have understood what was going to happen because she really started straining at the straps. She couldn’t move however so we simply ignored her. Her scream was as loud as I’ve ever heard a woman scream, gagged or not! She had quite a set of lungs on her.

“Let me get a DNA sample and we’ll get her tailed,” Charlie said.

He took a small razor and began running it along the base of her backbone. When he was satisfied he took the entire tool and inserted it into a holder inside a special machine. “Standard mare?” he asked?

“Yes,” I replied, referring to an upswept tail to match her natural hair.

It took nearly four minutes, which was exceptionally long for the process. “Took a while,” I noted.

As Charlie retrieved the plastic wrapped tail he told me that the DNA database was under heavy use with the exceptionally large number of orders. He said he thought that they’d be upgrading the systems before too long.

The tail looked like something from a rat! I had seen them before. They were hairless brown cores that were the sources of huge bushy ponygirl tails. Shorter tails were used for our dogs. No girl liked the installation of such an item. It was a penultimate indicator of their sub-human status!.

Charlie took a careful measurement and marked the area where the tail should preside. Then he used a coarse sterile sandpaper to abrade the area. The pony seemed to still be groaning and crying from the previous tortures. When the doctor placed the tail on her spine her head rose up and she screamed loudly. I heard it was painful for some and of no consequence for others. Obviously this one didn’t take her tail well.

“She’ll need to rest for some time. Let’s get her plugged. I’ll call some orderlies to take her to her stall. She’s too weak to march.”

 

Dina:

 

“Two visits in one day,” the man in the white lab coat said. I was confused.

“What can I say? I like to watch you work,” Arnie stated. He must have been here earlier.

“So, how’s she doing?”

“I’d say she’s progressing fairly well. She sits without being told and will take a ball without argument.”

“Good. She’s pretty tiny. Put her up on the table. Let’s have a good look at her,” the doctor said.

Arnie bent down and picked me up by putting one hand across my belly and another between my legs. Effortlessly he set me on the examining table on all fours. “Better lock her down,” Arnie said. “She was a little feisty earlier.”

“You corrected that, right?” the doctor asked.

“Of course,” Harmony cut in.

“Well, we’d better do it anyway just to keep her from hurting herself,” the doctor replied.

“Hold still, Honey. This won’t hurt,” Arnie offered as he and the doctor began swinging metal manacles up from the sides of the table. I had resisted enough and been punished sufficiently to know better than resist. Still I was frightened. It took every ounce of self control to keep from fighting them. But I just cooperated. Twin manacles were attached to rods that swung on hinges from the sides of each table. They locked my arms in their grip forcing me to remain on all fours. Similar, but much larger, clamps swung up to grab my thighs. Small ones were placed on my calves.

The doctor opened the zipper and held his hand in front of my face. “Go ahead. Spit it out,” he said. With some difficulty I pushed the ball out of my mouth with my tongue. “Good girl,” she replied.

“Was she measured?” the doctor asked.

“No. We usually don’t have the opportunity when we’re working with RACC stock.”

“We ought to do that now. I don’t really have the time but it needs to be done. I thought she was partially prepped. This is going to take a lot longer than I thought.”

“I told you she was coming from RACC, Charlie. You should know we don’t do any of that there. Our stock is too raw,” Arnie stated.

“I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I’ve been working sixteen hour days trying to keep up. I should have known better,” he said.

“Things should change in a week or so.”

“Yea, I hope. Let me call the gang and get her measured. I’ll have to push the next appointment till later tonight.”

“I’m sorry, Chuck,” Arnie said.

“It’s OK. Things are tight right now. Let’s do this right.”

I watched the doctor walk over to the wall phone and call someone. “I need two girls for a measurement and puppy prep in room six,” Charlie said. “Oh and push my next appointment back to tonight, would you?” he continued. After a short pause he added, “I know it’s late notice. Just do it and offer my apologies.”

“The girls should be here in a few minutes. Let me get a kit,” Charlie said.

“I’ll pull off her hood and collar,” Harmony said.

They all seemed to be preparing to do something complicated to me. I was really afraid. I looked around the room and saw all sorts of machines and instruments. It was like being in a mad doctor’s laboratory. “Please!” I said. “Don’t hurt me!”

“Put a brace on her head,” Charlie said, ignoring my pleas.

“No, please stop!” I pleaded.

Harmony walked over to me and took my head in her hands. “Don’t be upset. It’s all going to turn out OK.”

“Please don’t do this. I don’t want to be a dog!”

“But you’ll make a fantastic little dog,” Arnie said.

“No I wouldn’t. I’m not a dog. I’m human,” I argued with tears running down my cheeks. Arnie approached me and petted my hair. Then he put his fingers under my chin. “Of course you’re human. But soon you’ll be a puppy. That’s your destiny.”

“Why?” I cried.

“Because that’s the role that the State has decided for you. There are too many females in the country and our PM has decided that some of our girls will make good exports.”

“But why did they pick me?”

“You fit the profile. We had an order for a short female puppy. And there you were!”

“I’m not going to win this argument, am I?”

“No,” Arnie replied sternly. “So just go with the flow or suffer the consequences.”

I was bound to this table and didn’t have many options available to me. “OK,” I replied resignedly.

Harmony removed the collar and hood. My face felt like it was bathed in a cold breeze as the air hit my sweat soaked cheeks. My hair was all matted and Harmony noticed it immediately.

“Her hair’s a mess,” she noted.

“That happens with RACC puppies,” Charlie said as he continued to gather items from the drawers and place them on a metal tray.

“I know,” Harmony replied. “Trim and treat?” she asked.

“Let the crew do it. They’re trained,” Charlie replied. “Just put the head brace on.”

As I watched, Harmony went to a large white cabinet and pulled out a metal brace that resembled a halo ring for paralysis patients. It consisted of two long bars that were topped by a metal ring. All around the ring metal rods protruded like spines on a porcupine. Harmony slipped the device into two holes on the table. Then she lowered the metal ring until it surrounded my head just above my eyebrows. Once she had the clamps tightened my head was completely immobile.

“Won’t this thing get in the way of the wash?” Arnie asked.

“Yes, but the girls know how to work around it. They’ve been trained. We don’t want to cut her hair. She’s a puppy,” Charlie replied.

“Does anyone know who’s she going to?” Harmony asked.

“Yes,” Arnie replied.

“Who?” Charlie asked.

Arnie just smiled.

“Where’d you come up with enough money to afford a puppy?”

“I got a bonus from our illustrious leader. He likes my work. So does our new ally, the President of Grumm.”

“It’s nice to have friends in high places,” Harmony noted.

“Yes, well, I’m going to be spending time there to set up their HAAC. Once that’s done I’ll get a pick of the litter, pony or puppy.”

“You keeping this one then?” Harmony asked. “She’d go for a lot on the market. She’s a very nice size for a puppy.”

I felt humiliated again as they talked about me as a commodity to be sold or traded. “I was Arnie’s dog?” I thought. This keeps getting more and more bizarre!

“She’s too cute to trade. We’ll see how she works out.”

Just then two girls dressed in black latex arrived. I noticed their heads were covered in tight hoods. Protruding from their mouths were the front halves of red rubber balls. Well, nothing looked weird any more.

“Wash her hair and take a full set of measurements,” Charlie ordered. Both girls nodded and bowed.

They started by going to a cabinet and taking a spray can of soap. It looked like shaving cream. But they squirted it on my head. Two pairs of hands began working it into my hair. The scalp massage felt really good. Soon my head was all lathered and covered in white foam. One of the girls took a metal basin and laid it on the table under my head. Another wrapped a towel around my shoulders. I expected them to rinse my hair but instead the stuff started dripping off my hair all by itself. Using their gloves they began to squeegee the stuff out of my hair, depositing it in the basin. My hair was wet but clean. One of them took a hair dryer and a comb to pull the last bits of moisture out of my hair. Considering the halo it was hard to do. But eventually my hair was clean and dry.

The next thing they did was just so humiliating that I can hardly describe it. They inserted a large hose into my anus and injected me with water. After a few seconds the flow was reversed and I was sucked dry. The process was repeated twice more. It was a process that had been done to me several times over the past couple days. I hated it. Once my ass was cleaned they did my vagina. With my arms and legs bound as they were I had no ability to resist, although my body sure tried to get out of their grasp.

With my body cleaned, the measurements began. They measured my bite. One girl took a thin block of wood and put it between my teeth. The other had a digital camera ready. She took three shots from above and below my head. The board was discarded and the camera was given to the doctor.

The next step was to take the other measurements. They were wide, varied, and strange. They took measurements of my jaw, my nose, and my ears. My neck was measured as were my breasts, my crotch, and my legs. Finally the spread my anus and sex and checked their diameters.

Once all the measurements were finished the doctor gave them a couple more orders which I couldn’t hear. They left us at that point. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next.

Everyone quietly waited. I wasn’t sure what they were waiting for but Arnie kept checking his watch. “Shouldn’t take too long for the stuff to process,” he said.

I heard the doctor doing something to the console behind me. “Almost done,” he said.

I heard a series of beeps. “Here we go,” Charlie stated.

 

Arnie:

 

The processing unit had finished manufacturing the puppy gear for Dina. Now it was time to get her prepped. We’d start with the crotch ring. We would use that to help hold her steady while we pierced her nipples.

“What are you doing?” she yelled as Harmony started massaging her clit. Harmony ignored her. “Stop it!” she continued. “Don’t do that!”

But Harmony knew her business and continued to work the little nub until it was fully engorged. Once she was satisfied Charlie stepped up, slipped the tool over the nub and pressed the trigger. The scream was exceptionally loud. It hurt so much that the girl almost fainted. She coughed and struggled. A two inch ring was inserted into the hole and a strap was connected from it forward to an anchor point on the table. Her body suddenly became motionless.

“Wha… What did you do to me?” she cried. “You promised not to hurt me!”

“I know,” Charlie responded. “But that was before I knew you weren’t prepped. We only have to do this once. It won’t take too long.”

“Please don’t hurt me anymore.”

“That can’t be helped, I’m afraid.”

Charlie took a tool and measured her nose for a center grommet. “Ten millimeters,” he said. Dina saw the pliers in his hand as he made some adjustments to it. Two grommet halves were inserted into the device.

“What are you going to do with that?” she asked.

“Hold still,” he said as he pushed the jaws up her nostrils.

“NO!” she cried as the loud pop was heard again.

“OW! No more, please!”

“Just your breasts and we’re done with the rings,” Charlie explained.

“My breasts?” Her eyes went suddenly wide. “No, you can’t! Please don’t pierce my breasts. I don’t’ want them pierced.”

“Harmony, would you do the honors,” Charlie asked, totally ignoring the plaintive girl.

“Sure,” she replied as she walked over to her. Very slowly she began massaging the girl’s left nipple.

“Oh No!” she cried. When Harmony stopped the girl knew what was coming. Charlie placed the pliers on her breast and inserted the little silver tubes. Even before she had stopped screaming Harmony had started massaging the other nipple.

“Well, we’re done with the rings. Let’s get her plugged. These are new devices,” Charlie said holding up the two silver phalluses. “They’re both flexible and have excellent internal contact. Their range was improved to almost a half mile. They have GPS for locating her if she runs off, Bluetooth for communicating with the other items, and wireless Ethernet for communicating with central command.”

“Wow!” Harmony said.

“There’s more! The anal probe has a pressure sensor. It gives off a beep and lights up when she needs to be cleaned out. That info can also be transmitted to central command.”

“So we don’t have to guess,” Harmony said.

“Correct. Let’s get them installed. We’re running late.”

“You forgot the tube,” I reminded the doc. “Gotta give her an outlet.

“Sorry, you’re right.”

The doctor took a plastic bag and ripped it open. Inside was a special catheter with a one way valve. He applied the sterile grease and inserted it. “Oh no!” she cried.

“Now we’ll insert the plugs,” he said.

Each device was inserted using a light lube that the doctor had available. He used so much of it he had it in a large pressurized tank. The girl yelped a bit when the plugs were inserted but otherwise didn’t complain. A wide red leather belt was buckled over her abdomen. A wide flap was positioned down her crack and pulled up to her crotch. A short matching flap came down from the front and met at her clit. The catheter was plugged into a fitting near the end of the dildo. Charlie took the wide ring and threaded it through both flaps, securing it with a globe shaped lock that featured a little bell inside. “One day we’ll have to come up with a way to hold those little buggers in without using a strap,” he mumbled to us.

“That’s new,” I mentioned.

“Yea,” he said. Notice how the end of the dildo pokes out just a tiny bit? That’s how she pees. Of course you have to open the valve to let her go.”

“What?” she asked. We just ignored her.

Now all that was left were the hood and the gag. The machine had created a nice tight hood for her. Unlike the previous one there was a hole for her hair in this one. We removed the halo from her head and put it back in the closet. She didn’t resist when we pulled the hood over her head. It fit tight but it did fit. Every facial feature was visible.

Her lips awaited the gag that the machine had custom built for her. I watched as Harmony applied a bright red lipstick to them. Since this hood didn’t have a zippered opening it was much easier to work around the mouth.

The gag was actually something we called the spoon. It was essentially a brass levered device that fit part way into the mouth, the other half sticking out in front of her lips. It incorporated a full mouthpiece to seal the oral cavity and a feeding tube for water and mashed nutrients. She didn’t like it one bit when I put it in her mouth!

“Your teeth fit into the grooves,” Harmony said as she pushed the contraption into Dina’s mouth. “Just bite down while I tighten the straps. You’re doing fine.”

I could see tears welling in the girl’s eyes again. It was pitiful. Harmony took a long time with the straps, tightening some while loosening others. She checked the tension of every bit of black leather. She also checked for movement in the jaw. It was important that she had as little movement as possible in her mouth. We didn’t want her teeth to become dislodged from the gag.

As Harmony finished her task I grabbed the remote. “This is different,” I said to Charlie.

“Yes,” he replied. The design team has integrated all the elements of the outfit into a single system. Let me show you.”

Charlie took the device which resembled a TV’s remote control and started going through the menu. “You start by acquiring the subject. You have to point the device at the barcode on her collar.” As he did this I heard an audible beep. The device can store up to fifty girls. Now, each element of her outfit can be programmed. The collar has a voice monitor as it always has had. But new to its features is a query sensor as well as a head shaking suppressor.”

“Come again?” I asked.

“The collar will detect if a question has been asked. If it detects that someone has asked a question it will sense if the girl has nodded or shaken her head. Of course we want them to bark so it shocks them in the ass if they don’t. We can set various tolerances for how long it’s willing to wait, how loud the bark should be, and whether there should be a warning before the shock.”

“Interesting. Before, we had to do that manually.”

“Correct. Now it’s automatic. Here, I’ll enable the device and set the shock to level 3. Now, ask her a question.”

“Did you understand all that?” I asked the bound girl. She must have been listening because she barked. Suddenly she screamed loudly. “What did she do wrong?” I asked the doctor.

“Nothing. I just happened to set her bark threshold at 20 decibels. She can’t make that level of sound when gagged by the device. The head shake sensor works in a similar manner. I’ll set the tolerance to something fairly comfortable for her. Let’s say we’ll set the tolerance to a mild four and set the punishment to level two. She’s still learning so let’s not be too cruel.”

At that point Charlie grabbed the girl’s ponytail and shook her head up and down three times. The girl screamed. Then he twisted her head side to side. Again she screamed.

“How does that detect the movement?” I asked.

“The coping has all sorts of sensors built in.”

“That’s great work, Doc!” I praised.

“There’s more,” he said. “The spoon now has a sensor in it.”

“For what?” I asked.

“Well, we thought that having a tongue wagging around inside the oral cavity was a bit too much freedom for our girls. So we came up with a little system to keep their tongues occupied. I’ll show you.”

He walked over to the girl and smiled at her. “OK Honey, just one or two more torments for you. Then we’ll be done. OK?”

She involuntarily nodded her head. Within a second of doing this she screamed. The sensors had detected it. “You have to bark,” he said. When she did nothing happened. “Good girl,” he said as he patted her head.

Looking at the girl he took the metal wedge sticking out of her mouth in his fingers. “See this?” he asked. This time she barked loudly. “This is a counterweight. You can feel the other piece inside your mouth. Between your teeth is a little hole. When the weight is horizontal or higher the hole opens. I want you to push on the hole with your tongue. Flipping your head backwards while you’re doing it will help.”

We watched as she flipped her head backwards. When she had done so, the weight was still at a downward angle. “Try again,” Charlie said. After the second time the weight was sticking straight out of her mouth. “Good girl,” he said as he punched a few buttons on the controller.

“If you pull your tongue out of the hole you’ll have five seconds to put it back. As a warning you’ll feel a thumping in your vagina. On the fifth thump you’ll get a level three shock. Understand?” he asked.

The girl barked but the sound was so feeble that it set off the sensor. She screamed. “When your tongue is pinioned you’ll have to put quite a bit of effort into barking,” he said. “Do you understand?” he asked again.

“Arf!” she said loudly. But in doing so she had pulled her tongue out of the hole. The weight dropped and I saw her eyes widen.

“Get your tongue back in the hole,” Charlie said. As we watched she flipped her head back. When it came down she had missed again. She screamed. “Not fast enough. Get your tongue back in the hole or you’ll get another shock.” This time she did it. “You’ll have to get used to that. When you get back to your cage I suggest you practice.”

“Can I see that?” I asked.

“Sure,” Charlie said.

“How long ago did you get these?”

“Yesterday. We mentioned it at the last two board meetings.”

“Well, I was in the States at the time.”

“I know. I’ve been meaning to brief you on the new features. Also, supplies are pretty limited. I only have six units so far. We’re expecting more tomorrow.”

“Did you install all six yet?”

“I have one set left. Do you have a subject in mind?”

“I was thinking that our new girl Cleo could use some tighter discipline. I’m expecting her to be somewhat troublesome. Any objections?”

“No, but I don’t have the time to do it myself. You don’t need me to install this stuff. I had my secretary put the manual online. I’ll have her send you the link. You can install the spoon and the collar. There’s nothing out of the ordinary about that.”

“True. I’ll take a look at it. Hey, let’s get her tail installed so we can get out of here,” I said.

“You’re right. I have a lot of other girls to process. Let’s get this over with.”

As I had seen him do earlier he took a razor-like item and scraped her skin in the vicinity of her lower back. After he was satisfied he placed the DNA sample into the machine. After the sample was read he asked me for the breed.

“Cocker Spaniel,” I said. “Let’s try something bushy.”

The tail he retrieved didn’t look much different than the core of the horse tail that Cleo had been fitted with. This one was just as thin. It was a bit shorter, being only eight inches long. “Hard to believe that it will look completely different in a few hours,” Harmony said.

“The miracles of science, will they never cease?” I said profoundly.

Charlie ignored both of us. He took a sterile tray over to the table and donned a pair of latex gloves. As before, he abraded the area where the tail would be attached. “Let’s see how she responds to this?” he said as he pressed the fleshy pad at the base of the tail to her spine. Her reaction was immediate. She arched her back and screamed. Then she tried to wiggle her ass. Since we still had her clit ring attached to the table she couldn’t move very much. She screamed several times, first from the pain of the tail being attached, then from the fact that she had pulled her tongue out of the hole. It all lasted twenty seconds at most. But for her it was a horror that must have felt like it had lasted hours. When all the pain had passed she was back to her pose, staring straight ahead on all fours, the brass weight sticking straight out of her mouth. The only difference was that now she had a rat-like tail sticking up from her ass.

But she was done.

 

Chapter 5

 

Long Boring Walks

 

Cleo, the newest pony:

 

While some would call this place a stable, I had a simpler name for it, Hell! My life was now nothing more than that of a beast of burden. I had no control over anything. I couldn’t even pass gas without permission. I couldn’t talk, walk, eat, or even sit on the ground?

At the moment I was in a concrete walled room that happened to feature a carpeted floor and so many cabinets that I couldn’t even begin to describe them. The outer wall had a huge glass window. By the strange refraction of the light I had to assume it was exceptionally thick. The inner wall was completely made of glass.

My chances of escape, which I couldn’t help but think about, were nonexistent. My arms were kept in a leather sleeve and I was forced to wear these weird boots with six inch heels. They had complete control over me.

My punishment for disobedience was a simple shock in the ass. The devices in my ass and vagina were capable of causing me unbearable torture. Arnie, my trainer, told me that the batteries in the plugs were designed to recharge themselves from my own body heat! If they weren’t such evil torture devices I’d have complimented the designer on his ingenuity.

At the moment I was standing in the middle of the room, supported by a pair of nylon straps that were clipped to my collar. My legs were hobbled with an eighteen inch chain that was locked to rings mounted to the insides of my boots. With my mouth filled with this strange gag I couldn’t even complain about my situation. All I could do was stand there and wait.

I observed a number of people walking past. Several girls were walking in the nude, each chained in some manner. They occasionally looked my way but continued on with their own business. A couple men walked past as well. In the relatively thin procession of people walking past my room I also noticed a number of women bound in latex. I had seen these girls earlier on several occasions. In fact they rigged me to the harness hanging from the ceiling.

It was nearly half an hour before someone entered my room. The tall man looked me over silently and smiled. “I suppose you’d like to be taken out of this outfit,” he said.

I nodded.

“You’ll have to whinny if you want to communicate,” he said.

I already knew about the shock gadget so I did as he asked. I whinnied, “Nee-hee-hee-hee.” God I hated these people.

“Good. We’ll wait for the domestics to arrive before we get you out of that outfit. OK with you?” he asked sardonically.

We waited for several minutes. He checked his watch often and seemed impatient. “I’m Jules. I’ll be your trainer for the next six weeks. You’ll find me fairly strict. I don’t take no shit. If you want trouble, just act stupid. Get the picture?”

I whinnied as expected.

I tried to get a feel for his quirks. From his short statement I knew I was not going to get away with anything when under his care. I was going to have to be careful not to piss him off. He looked impatient. I knew he’d train me with a similar lack of tolerance for mistakes. This was not going to be fun.

Two latex clad girls arrived a short time later. Under Jules’ instructions they removed my gag, hood, and corset. The collar, boots and armbinder were left on me. The twin plugs between my legs and the belt holding them in place were left on too.

“The girls are going to free your hands in a moment. I need your word that you won’t resist. You can’t escape. You saw all the security gates.”

“I won’t try anything,” I promised. He was right. There wasn’t any use trying to get away. The place was too secure to even consider trying.

“They’re going to chain your hands and legs together. You’ll have plenty of slack to move though. I don’t want any crap from you, OK?”

“I said I would do whatever you wanted. I won’t resist,” I offered.

“Good. Go ahead,” he said to the two girls.

They started by replacing the belt with a new one. I was told to hold the dildos in my ass and crotch. The buckle for the new belt was in the back and a single large loop was in front. As before a strap ran through my legs and was locked onto my clit with a large round bell. A chain ran through the loop which ended in two pairs of handcuffs. Obviously one pair was intended for my ankles while the other set were to end up on my wrists.

The girls removed my boots first and hobbled me. The chain was only a foot wide between my legs. Once the armbinder was removed the gloves were taken off and my wrists were slipped into the waiting cuffs. The last thing they did was remove the collar and replace it with a thinner version. I appreciated the comfort.

“OK, this is the RAAC,” he said. “For your information, that means Remedial Attitude Adjustment Center. In the simplest terms, you’re here to have your attitude adjusted. More specifically we’re going to turn you into a beast of burden. The official reason is due to the high cost of fuel. The real reason is because our Prime Minister likes to put women in submissive roles.”

“That’s just wrong,” I said.

“This isn’t really a democracy. What the public thinks, what you think, doesn’t really matter.”

“So you’re just doing as you’re told?”

“Absolutely, just as you’re going to do as you’re told. The only difference is that I’m going to enjoy my role in this. I seriously doubt you’ll feel the same way about what’s going to happen to you.”

I looked at him speechless. It was futile to argue with him. “So what do I have to do now?” I asked holding up my bound hands.

“Well, it’s too late to get any training done so I’ve pulled you out of your gear. We’ll put you back in your outfit tomorrow morning and get you started on training. It’s not much more than exercise. It’s not too bad.

“But I wanted to go over a few rules. First and foremost: Do not try to escape. If you think being a pony is bad, consider what it would be like to be a dog for a month or two. That’s the punishment for escape. We set traps for girls who are looking for a way out. That way you never know if the opening is real or just a ruse. You don’t want any part of that sort of punishment. Clear?

I nodded. “I understand,” I said timidly.

“Why don’t you go sit on the bed? You look like you’re beat,” he offered.

I had been standing naked in front of him without even covering up my breasts. I was so distracted by all that was happening around me that my nudity didn’t even register. Now I tried to put my hands on my breasts and suddenly realized that my hands wouldn’t reach that far up. The bastards!

I accepted Jules offer and sat on the cot that was situated on the left wall. It had a four inch mattress so it would probably be somewhat comfortable. The mattress lay over a piece of canvas suspended between the long rails. It was something akin to a camping cot.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

His latest questions and his demeanor seemed to make me feel more at ease. Perhaps he wasn’t as mean as I had thought. I told him I was feeling well. My feet hurt.

“OK, let’s give you the rest of the rules. I already told you about escaping. Let’s go over some other stuff. First, don’t remove your bondage gear without permission. Don’t help anyone else get out of their bondage stuff either. Doing so will earn you real pain. We mark our girls with a riding crop if they do anything of the sort. It’s the only infraction that we physically mark our girls for. You don’t want that, trust me.

“Next, don’t resist being restrained or dressed. We have a team of trained attendants who specialize in subduing and securing our ponies. If you resist I can have someone here in minutes. If needed, we can use a stun rod on you to knock you senseless until you’re restrained.

“Clear so far?” he asked.

“Yes sir.”

“We’re not going to get into this silliness about casting eyes downward or calling us Master or Mistress, or Sir, or Ma’am. We’re making you into a pony. If you make it out of the stables your owners can determine what they want you to call them. For now, just call us by the name on our tags. You may call me Jules.

“OK,” I said. Things were going better than I had expected. I was almost curious as to what was going to happen next.

“The plugs in your ass and sex will be replaced each morning. You’ll sleep with them each night. They have enough power to last two weeks. They can partially recharge themselves from your own body heat. But we replace them daily for sanitary purposes.

“You will not be allowed clothes while out of harness. Under normal circumstances we’d allow you a robe if you were in the standard pony training center. But you are in the RAAC and by definition we assume you are going to be difficult to control. Thus the reason for the chains. With chains on there’s no feasible way to let you wear a robe. So you’ll remain naked.

Every girl here is kept this way and abides by these rules. There are twenty-four girls in this section. We bring them in every two weeks in groups of four. I encourage you to make friends. But be aware that your friendships will be short-lived. Once you leave here you’ll probably never see these girls again. Any questions?”

“Is there any way out of this?”

“I think you know the answer to that. The state doesn’t change its mind. The answer is a definitive no.”

“What happens if I sprain an ankle or break a leg?”

“Well, we don’t shoot horses, if that’s what you’re wonder. We have full medical facilities to treat any problem that arises. In addition the outfits we’ll be putting you in are specially designed to prevent injuries to your ankles, knees, and especially your back. The chance of injury is almost nil, even considering the heels and all the other stuff you’ll wear. In fact I don’t think we’ve had an injury of any consequence in almost two years. Our biggest medical problem is viruses. Due to the close quarters our girls live in colds spread pretty quickly through the teams.

“I see,” I said.

“Yes, I’m sure you do. I bet you’re thinking that you’re coming down with something right this very moment. Well, feel free to do so. The only problem with that is your treatment would be isolation. Our form of isolation isn’t exactly fun, if you catch my drift.

“You mean you’ll put me in a dark room like they did when I first got here?”

“No. We’ll put you in a tight little cage. Of course we’ll bring you all you need until you’re healthy. But it’s a lousy way to live. It’s the best way to keep you from spreading the infection to anyone else.”

“It keeps getting better,” I said.

“We’ve been doing this for twenty years. We have all the angles figured out. We’ve either thought of or experienced every situation you could possibly think of. We know exactly what you’re going to try and where you’re likely to screw up. You’re not our first pony and you won’t be our last. So just do as you’re told.

“I don’t think I’m going to like this life,” I mumbled to myself.

“Go get something to eat down the corridor. The other girls will help you. Don’t trip on your chains.”

“I can leave my room?” I said surprised.

“Yes, but don’t try to get past the guards at the end of the hall. They don’t have much of a sense of humor.”

“Well, I can’t think of anything else,” I said.

“Be careful of your tail,” he suddenly said as he was getting up. “It will take some getting used to.”

“I know.”

“Did anyone tell you to use the toilet backwards?” he asked.

“Backwards?” I asked. Then it hit me. “Oh, now I get it. If I sit on it the normal way my tail would go in the water.”

“Our toilets are designed with an up-sloping front and a slot for your tail. Just be careful when you get up. Hurting your tail would be as painful as breaking a leg.”

“How do I go if I have this belt locked on me?”

“Just come back to your room and ask for an assistant. Someone will remove the gear, let you relieve yourself, and then put it back on you. Parts one and two are usually no problem. It’s part three that can get you in trouble. You’re not going to resist having the plugs reinserted, right?”

“No sir! I’ll cooperate.”

After he left I decided to look out the window. It was late and I didn’t see much. Most of the areas were dark with a few spotlights scanning the distant grounds. I was correct about the glass. It was unbelievably thick, perhaps six inches. There was no way I was going to break it.

Walking with this short chain between my legs was a struggle. I nearly fell as I inched my way toward the door. When I stepped outside I wanted to find someone to talk to. I was new here and could have used some assistance. The first girl was named Melanie. She was fairly tall, perhaps six feet or so, blond, and fairly thin.

“Hi,” I said. “I’m Cleo”

“You’re new?” she asked without giving her name. She seemed upset.

“Yes. What’s your name?”

“Melanie.”

“Been here long?” I asked.

“Two weeks.”

“Are you OK? You seem upset,” I said with a concerned voice.

“You trying to be funny?” she asked angrily.

“No, of course…”

“We’re all doomed. They’re turning us into animals. Jesus Christ! Why did this happen to me?” She started crying. We were both chained so we couldn’t really hug.

“These damn chains!” I said.

“What was your name again?” she asked me.

 

We made our way to the cafeteria. The trip down to the glass enclosed area was no treat. We had to hobble all the way down with tiny steps due to the short ankle chains. The sides of the corridor featured railings that Melanie encouraged me to use.

When we arrived I was surprised at how ordinary the place looked. There were four tables arranged in two rows. Along the back wall was a counter filled with fruits, raw veggies, and some other assorted items. There were paper dishes but no utensils.

The tables themselves were somewhat unusual and designed specifically for us. The tables were round and could seat eight girls. There were no chairs. Instead they all featured a set of eight pipes, each six inches in diameter that happened to be well padded. Under the pipe was a foot stand. I noticed all the girls that were seated straddled the pipes and then put their feet on the padded bar underneath. The reason was obvious. It was the only way to get enough slack in the chain to eat.

“Have a seat,” one of the girls said. “I’m Jo.”

Jo was another tall blonde with large boobs. She seemed to be pretty calm considering the situation we were in. “Just get in?” she asked.

“Brand new,” I said.

“This is Elaine. This is Angie. And the one sitting next to you is Megan. She just came in today too.”

“Hi,” I said.

“You’ll have to excuse Megan. She’s a little upset. New girls usually get that way,” Elaine said. She was seated on the other side of Megan. Nobody could hug her because of our bonds. I felt the frustration too.

Megan was exceptionally thin and pretty. And she was very young. Her hair was ash blonde and dropped down to her shoulders. Here eyes were red. All she did was cry and look around like a scared rabbit. “Hi, I said. “Are you OK?”

“Fuck off!” she said suddenly.

“Oh Kay!” I said slowly.

“She’s having her anger streak early,” The dark haired Angie said. “Melanie waited almost a week and a half before she got pissed.”

“You seem to know a lot about this stuff,” I said to the three girls who had been seated at the table when we first arrived.

“Can’t help it. I’m a psychologist,” Angie said. “Elaine was a fashion model. I forget, what did you do, Melanie?”

“Horse trainer,” she said.

We all laughed. Even Megan looked up with her eyes wide. “You’re kidding?” she said, breaking out of her stupor.

“Would I lie?”

“How about you Cleo? What did you do before you got here?”  Angie asked. She seemed to be the most intelligent of the group.

“I ran a women’s clothing shop, Poliska’s of Horwath. Maybe you’ve heard of it?” I said.

“I used to go there all the time. Great store!” Melanie said.

“I worked in the back. I specialized in the high priced clientele. I have a feeling it put me on someone’s shopping list.”

“Well, the way I’ve heard you’re probably not far off for the truth. I’d bet we were all chosen because some asshole thought we’d make a good horse in their stable,” Elaine said.

The center of the table had water, fruit drink, and coffee dispensers. Paper cups and all the fixings for the coffee were readily available in the center of each table. Elaine poured me a cup of coffee.

“Thanks, but it’s late,” I said.

“It’s decaf,” she said. “There’s no caffeine in any of the food.”

“Oh, well then, thanks,” I said.

As I was accepting the cup a tall redhead walked into the room. She seemed a little frightened, clinging onto the rail to keep her from falling. “Over here, Honey,” Elaine said.

“You can always tell the new girls by the tail. It hasn’t filled out yet.”

Elaine introduced all of us. The new girl was named Bonnie. Bonnie seemed out of sorts. After seeing Megan and her reaction to all this, I understood Bonnie’s state of mind. She nervously sat and looked fearfully at each of us.

“Relax, Honey. We’re all in the same boat. Put your feet up on the rests so you can get some slack in the chain,” Elaine said.

“Just get here?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said whimpering.

“Me too. Are you OK?”

“Yea. I guess so. They put a tail on me! They want me to be a horse!” she cried.

Elaine took the new girl’s hands in hers. “We’re all being treated the same way. You’re not alone.”

“You’re all being turned into horses?” she asked.

“Notice the tails on each of us? What do you think?” Angie asked.

“My God!” she said.

“Grab some coffee,” Elaine said. “It will help. Megan, would you like anything?”

“I’ll take some bug juice,” she said.

“You feeling any better,” I asked after watching her sip at the grape juice.

“I suppose. Who are you again?” she asked.

“Cleo.”

She smiled. “I’m sorry I snapped at you.”

“I completely understand.”

“It was just so horrible, the way they treated me.”

“I know.”

“You’re taking it pretty well for a new girl,” Angie said.

“What’s the point of resisting? They have all the angles covered. Why make things more painful?” I asked.

“That’s what we all learned. It’s just that we never learned these facts quite so quickly.”

“I guess I’m a quick learner,” I joked.

From a distance we heard marching. We could hear multiple sets of heels coming down the hallway. After a moment or two they marched past the glass partition that separated the cafeteria from the hallway. What we saw was incredible!

“Carrie and Brenda,” Elaine said.

The first thing we saw were a pair of girls being led by a tall, older woman. She was dressed in black leather pants, knee high boots with six inch heels, and a white silk blouse.

“That’s Anne. Don’t mess with her!” Elaine warned.

Behind her, two girls crawled on hands and knees. Each was hooded and wore corsets. They wore leather gloves that went up to their armpits, pointed boots, and high leather collars. One girl was wearing red leather and the other was wearing black.

“I don’t envy them, the poor bitches,” Angie said.

“Huh?” I asked.

“They’re being trained as puppies. That’s a permanent role for them. They’re going to be on their knees for at least ten years. I can’t imagine what that’s going to be like for them.”

“My God!” Megan said.

“They use it as a threat. If we don’t make good ponies, they’ll turn us into puppies,” Elaine informed us. “You’ll see the video this weekend. They show it every other week just to pound it into our heads.”

I looked at each of the girls at the table with wide open eyes. Elaine pointed to the hallway and suddenly I got a good look at both the puppies and the girls behind them. The puppies were holding leather rods in their mouths. Reins ran up from the rods to the mouths of a pair of red clad ponygirls. They were being led by the girls in front, high stepping down the hallway.

“They’re in their last two weeks,” Elaine said. “They’ll be out of here at the end of next week.”

“And we’re going to follow the same path?” Megan asked.

“Yes,” Angie replied.

“Jesus,” she said.

The procession passed slowly past the glass partition. “You can’t let it get to you. It’s just a costume,” Elaine said.

“It’s a nightmare,” Bonnie said.

“It’s not that bad. We’ll have a much better life than those dogs. At least we don’t have to satisfy anyone with our mouths,” Elaine said. Angie nodded in agreement when she said that.

“That’s disgusting,” Bonnie said.

“Yea, I know,” Angie said. “I was a dog for two weeks. You don’t want any part of that!”

“You were a dog?” I asked.

“About six weeks ago I was sentenced to two weeks in the kennels. If you think this is a nightmare, you should try that! They teach you how to do tricks, fetch balls and sticks, and even roll over. They make you bark like a dog too.

“Then they treat you to sexual training. They make you practice cock sucking and pussy licking. They don’t care if you’re gay, straight, or bi. They want you to use your mouth to satisfy them. If you don’t they shock you until you do. If you keep refusing they jack open your mouth and rape you. I watched three girls get that sort of treatment while I was being trained. I didn’t like what I was doing but I cooperated. It’s the most depraved act I’ve ever done. I’ll never run off again!” she said.

“These people are monsters,” Megan said.

After a pregnant pause I opened my mouth. “Elaine, you’re a psychologist. Has there ever been anyone really depressed?”

She laughed. “What do you think we are? Nobody’s exactly jumping for joy at this table.”

“No, I meant really depressed, as in dangerously so.”

“To be truthful I’ve never seen any. Maybe they don’t take girls that might try to take their own lives.”

“Psychology isn’t an exact science,” I offered. “At some point they must have had a problem like that.”

“Maybe. I’d almost bet on their destination if that were to happen.”

“Any woman will make a good dog,” Angie said. “If they caused any problem, including being crippled by their emotional state, I’d almost bet they’d end up in the kennels,” she said with a sad look on her face.

“Yea,” I said, sorry that I had asked.

Two girls entered the cafeteria. Unlike us, they weren’t naked. It was the two ponygirls that had marched past earlier. They were wearing their outfits although their hands were now bound by the all too familiar chain that ran through their belts. They still wore their boots, corsets, and collars. They were no longer hooded or gagged. They took the last two seats.

“New girls?” the one on the left asked.

“Cleo,” I offered.

“Bonnie.”

“Megan,” my blonde neighbor said.

“I’m Brenda. This is Carrie.”

Brenda’s hair cascaded down her back. She had multiple ribbons holding it together to keep it manageable. Carrie had done the same.

Carrie’s hair was blonde. Brenda’s was jet black.

“How was it?” Angie asked.

“Same old stuff,” Carrie said. “We’re pulling carts now.”

“Gotta be better than walking those damn paths,” Melanie said.

“I can do either. I’m used to it by now,” Brenda replied.

“At least we don’t have to wear saddles. I need bug juice,” Carrie said as she filled a paper cup.

“Saddles? Megan asked. “They make you wear saddles?”

“We don’t. We’re not big enough. They just make us pull carts and buggies. You have to have broader shoulders to be a saddle pony.

“Like me?” Bonnie asked.

“It’s possible,” Brenda replied carefully.

“Oh God!”

“We’re all here to support you,” Angie said. “We’re all in this together.”

Bonnie just stared at everyone with tears in her eyes.

“There’s still a chance you’ll be put on a cart team,” Brenda said. I’ve heard that they don’t have much use for saddle ponies. They need us to pull coaches for transportation. Saddle ponies are used for shows and things like that.”

Bonnie seemed to relax a bit. “Do you two march together?” I asked.

“No, our hair doesn’t match. We march with other girls from one of the other pods.”

“How did you get such long hair?” I asked.

“Rapunzel cream,” Carrie replied.

“What?”

“They treat your scalp with a cream to increase hair growth. They think ponies look best with hair that trails to the ground.”

“That’s crazy,” Bonnie said, suddenly gripping her own long locks.

“Did you ever hear how many girls they have locked up here?” Megan asked, changing the subject.

“I heard there are over two hundred ponies being trained at any one time. Anne told me that they’re building a new facility east of here that’s twice as big.”

I had to know. “How many girls are turned into dogs?”

“I heard that they have a capacity for fifty girls in the kennels. I don’t know how many they actually have though. My trainer won’t talk about them. It upsets her too much.”

“So, how are you all taking it?” Carrie asked after taking a sip from her cup.

Bonnie and Megan stared at her like she was an alien life form. I just shrugged my shoulders.

“That bad, huh? Well, we were all first day recruits at some point. You’ll get over it.”

“I’m not so sure,” Bonnie said.

“Keep thinking like that and they’ll have you barking in no time,” Carrie said.

“That’s not funny,” Bonnie said.

“I didn’t intend to be funny. I spent two sessions as a dog in the kennels. It took a while but I learned to submit. They have their own three strikes rule, you know. The third time you visit the kennels, you never leave!”

We all looked at her with fear in our eyes. I wondered how they could be so cruel to put someone in that sort of bondage for years at a time. Their lives had to be hell. Why would they do such a thing?

We chatted for a half hour longer before turning in. “I need to use the bathroom,” I said after the door closed. A minute later a latex clad female came in and removed my belt and dildos. She pointed to an open door where I found a sink, a toilet, and a huge showerhead suspended over a tiled area. In one corner I saw the coiled hose they would use to clean me. I was fortunate that the girl didn’t use it on me.

 

The following morning I was awakened by a loud bell that rang from the PA system. I awoke groggily trying to get a hold of my senses. I felt something strange pulling me from behind. It was my tail. It was now covered with bushy blonde hair that was nearly three feet long!

Minutes later two of the domestics came in to clean me. They silently led me into the bathroom where they chained me under the shower with my hands above my head. First they locked my feet to chains on the floor. Then they connected padded leather manacles to my wrists. Only after doing so did they remove my belt, dildos, and chains. I watched as the chains connected to my wrists disappeared through a hole in the center of the shower head. Fortunately they didn’t suspend me. But my arms were kept painfully stretched.

“Jesus Christ!” I said as the water came on. It was freezing. But the water quickly warmed to a pleasant temperature. One of the girls next took a bottle of green liquid and poured it into a paper cup. She held it to my lips and showed me the bottle. It was mouthwash. It took it in my mouth and swished it around before spitting it out. She held the glass to my lips a second time and we repeated the process. I guess we were going to skip brushing the teeth.

They used a foaming wand to wash my body. They ignored my hair for the time being. The wands had wide circular brushes that seemed to be saturated with suds. They hit every spot on my body, including the very sensitive areas. The water never stopped falling during the process.

They handled my hair last. First they turned off the water. Then they applied something from a spray can that looked like shaving cream. For a moment I thought they were going to cut my hair off and shave me. I was glad that didn’t happen. Instead they worked the foam into my hair and just waited. Several minutes later they turned the water back on to rinse me down. As a final measure they took another can of foam and using a very small amount carefully worked it into my scalp. The girl showed me the label. It said “Rapunzel cream”. Now I knew how the girls got such long hair.

Once my hair was treated they turned on a large heated blower that seemed to blow from the shower head. The two girls stayed close so the water would be blown off their outfits as well. They used towels to assist the process, touching my crotch and breasts in the process.

From behind I suddenly heard a loud buzzing. One of the girls had an electric razor in her hands. She ran it across my underarms and between my legs. My bush suddenly disappeared. Then she ran it down my legs.

When she was done I heard the other girl start another buzzing device. This was a depilator. When she ran it across my skin it pulled on the tiny remaining hairs that were left by the shaver. The armpits were bad but when she ran it across my sensitive areas I found out just how sensitive I was down there. I bit my lip to avoid screaming. By the end of that ordeal I was spent. Depilating my legs was hardly worth mentioning after all the suffering I had endured.

I watched the girls grab the coiled hose and knew what was going to happen next. It was the most horrible experience of all of the massive number of torments I had to endure. As before they inserted the probe into my ass and injected me with water. After filling me it immediately sucked out the solution. The process was repeated again and again until they were satisfied. I saw the girl replace the tip. Then she inserted it into my vagina. It was humiliating.

The dildos weren’t replaced just at that point as I expected them to. They did put the manacles on my hands and feet before leading me out to the main room. Jules and Arnie were waiting.

“All clean?” Jules asked.

“Yes sir,” I replied.

“I’ll have them removed if you promise to be cooperative,” Jules informed me, referring to my manacles.

“I’ll do whatever you want,” I told him.

Jules nodded to the girls. A few seconds later my chains were removed. One of the girls brought over a red bodysuit. “Put it on,” Jules said. “It’s custom made just for you. The girls will help.”

I sat on the bed and began pulling it over my legs. Then I put my arms in. The crotch area was open and reinforced with a rounded coping. The zipper went from the small of my back to the top of the built in hood. There were holes for my breasts too. It took several minutes of struggling to get everything situated. When all was said and done I was wrapped in the red outfit quite snugly. My boobs were sticking out proudly and my crotch was fully exposed.

“Let me have a good look,” Arnie said. “Very nice,” he said approvingly.

“Let’s get her suited up. She has a lot of walking to do today.”

The next items were the shiny metal dildos. I knew their purpose but there was little I could do to prevent their insertion. If I caused problems they had all the resources they needed to subdue me. So I let the girls push them into me. A leather belt was wrapped around and locked to my clit ring.

The corset they used was different than the one they had allowed me to put on myself. This one was made from black patent leather and was heavily boned. There were no laces though. They used a ratchet system to pull the edges of the corset together. Then they ran a steel wire up through the edges just like they were inserting a hinge pin. And I can tell you, it was tight!

A red leather arm binder was produced from one of the closets. It only took a second to secure my arm behind me. Red boots were placed on my legs. They had six inch heels but had two inch high platforms. So I could actually walk on them. The soles were a bit wider than I was normally used to seeing and that helped me maintain my balance.

“The heels are short,” Jules told me. “Stay on your toes when you walk.”

Jules encouraged me to walk around the room in the new boots. They seemed to be much more comfortable than I had expected. Heels always seemed to cause me problems whenever I wore them in public. These boots seemed to be better designed.

“They’re really nice,” I said.

“Get used to them. You’ll be wearing them every day from now on,” Arnie said.

The leather mask was still going to be used. They made me kneel so the girls could reach my head easier. This one was exactly like the last. They pulled my hair through a hole in the top and closed the zipper.

The mask was followed by a collar and the mouthpiece. Jules inserted the mouthpiece himself. “Open,” he said as he held the device that featured a myriad of straps. Once it was in my mouth he told me to bite down. My teeth fit into the grooves on the top and bottom of the device. My teeth were an inch and a half apart when they were seated. It was a somewhat uncomfortable position for my mouth but it wasn’t terribly painful. Once the straps were fastened it actually became more comfortable. But I couldn’t move my jaw once the straps were fastened around my head. And that was annoying.

The mouthpiece had this brass weight on the end. It was hinged between my teeth. The inner part leaned against my palate and was annoying because it went fairly far back in my mouth. Under the pivot point there was a small box that extended past my teeth. It didn’t go far into my mouth though, only about a half inch.

Arnie approached with a small remote control device. He pointed it at the back of my neck. I heard a beep.

“Hold still while I program the unit,” he said. The two girls held me steady.

Arnie showed Jules how the device operated. It was obviously a new item on their list of greatest torture devices on the planet.

“I’m setting the nod sensor to five and the response to 4. That should keep her from nodding or shaking her head.”

“What about when she’s marching?” Jules asked.

“It’s automated. The unit can detect movement from the dildos. If it sees she’s moving the unit will ignore any head shaking.”

“Ingenious,” Jules said. “Now what’s this about a query sensor?”

“The device can detect questions. When we ask her a question she has to whinny within a set period. By default that’s five seconds.”

“That should be good enough. And finally, what about this tongue thing?”

“Well, I have it disabled at the moment because she’s not been told. Let’s get it working though.”

“OK, Cleo. In between your teeth you should feel a hole in the box that’s sticking into your mouth. It’s closed right now. I want you to stick your tongue into it while you flip your head backwards. Push your tongue in as far as it will go.”

They watched as I flipped my head back so I could stick my tongue in the hole. On the first try I got it. The weight was sticking out straight rather than leaning downward.

“Good girl,” Arnie praised me as he pushed a series of buttons on the control. “The mouthpiece is live. If you pull your tongue out the jaws will make contact and you’ll get a shock in your ass.”

“Great!” I thought.

“You’ll get five warning thumps in your vaginal probe before getting shocked. You have five seconds to put your tongue back if it slips out. Understand?”

I nodded. Then I screamed as the shock hit my ass. My tongue came out and I immediately began flipping my head back. I was getting the hang of this tongue thing pretty quickly because again I inserted my tongue in the hole.

“Don’t nod,” Jules told me. “Whinny!”

“Nee-hee-hee-hee,” I said loudly. I was in pain from the lingering effects of the shock. The pain drove me to speak loudly, even with my tongue pinioned.

“Good girl,” Jules said.

In the hallway a girl waited on hands and knees. In fact there was a “puppy” at every doorway. Jules attached a set of reins to my mouthpiece and placed the joining leather bar in the mouth of the waiting girl. She immediately got on all fours and held her head proudly.

“OK, pony. Keep your knees up when you walk and follow the puppy. We’ll follow closely behind to make sure you don’t do anything stupid,” Jules said.

“Corridor 39B,” Arnie told the girl.

She started crawling slowly toward the far end of the aisle. A pair of security guards checked Arnie’s and Jules’ ID then allowed us to pass. Twice more we passed through similar checkpoints before we were outside. The walk to the “Corridor” only took a few minutes.

The puppy pulled at a steady pace. I followed, lifting my knees at Jules’ and Arnie’s encouragement. I had to concentrate on keeping my balance, keeping my tongue in the little hole, and lifting my knees. It wasn’t easy to keep everything working at the same time. My tongue was now dry so it stuck somewhat to the jaws of the gag. In addition there were rough areas on the jaws to help me keep my tongue in place. But I had real problems with my knee lifts. A few times I didn’t lift my knees high enough. When I did fail to please them they zapped me with a very low level shock. It wasn’t enough to cause me to scream but it got my attention.

Eventually we reached the corridors. The buildings were long and narrow. There were many of them, perhaps forty or fifty. I couldn’t tell. The buildings were ten feet wide and at least a hundred yards long. We walked past quite a few of them before we ended up at our destination.

A latex clad woman was waiting for us. Jules removed the reins and released the puppy to the woman’s care. Without saying a word the puppy moved to the heel of the woman. Once she was in position the girl walked away. I didn’t know where they were headed.

From the inside the building looked just like I had expected it. There were a long series of floor to ceiling windows, wide brick pillars, and a long empty corridor. I supposed that this was where I’d be marching. I was correct.

“Stand here while I put your code into the computer,” Jules said. He walked over to a control station and inserted a few numbers. “One pass?” Arnie asked him.

“For starters,” Jules said. “I let the heart rate sensor schedule her rest periods. That’s the safest method. Do you want to do the honors?”

Without saying a word Arnie took me to a lit green square, being careful to not stand on it himself. “We’re going to teach you to march now. You’ll be here for a while today. You’ll have a second session this evening. Now pay attention. This is a little complicated. You’re going to march down the path. The light on the square in front of you will light up. When it does, lift your right knee slowly, then stomp it on the square in front of you. As you do slowly lift your left knee so your thigh is horizontal and then stomp it down on the next lit square. There are computerized cameras that will be watching your form. If you don’t lift your knees or you move out of pace with the lights you’ll get a warning in your crotch dildo. If you don’t correct yourself quickly you’ll get zapped. The zaps are pretty powerful and it will knock you to the ground. When that happens you have to roll onto your belly, get up on your knees, then get to the next lit square within three minutes. Otherwise you’ll get zapped again. Clear so far?” he asked.

I was just about to nod my head again when I remembered the last experience. I whinnied. “Good girl,” Arnie said.

“One other thing. Don’t let more than one foot touch the squares unless you’re on the end squares. OK, now lift your right toe off the square and balance on your left. Wait for the square in front of you to light up.”

The square lit. “March,” he said.

The pace was painfully slow. I wanted to walk faster but the lights didn’t come on quickly enough. I went six squares when I felt a thumping in my groin. Lift your knees higher or you’ll get shocked,” Arnie warned.

I did as he advised and the thumps went away. But in doing so my tongue came out of its hole. I had to flip my head back while continuing to march. I stepped on the square in front of me before it was lit. The pain in my ass was excruciating and I went to the ground screaming.

Arnie was standing next to me. “First, get your tongue in the hole,” he said. I flipped my head back and got it in place. “Next, get on your belly. Then pull your knees under you. You have two minutes left to get on the lit square.”

It was torturous but I got on my feet. The heels and the fact that I had no use of my hands was a horrible obstacle. Arnie didn’t touch me at all. He let me do it all on my own. I got to the square in time though.

“Lift your right toe and let’s move on.”

We were only a third of the way down the corridor. It took several minutes to walk all the way down. In the process I had been zapped twice more. The first time I fell and had to go through the same process of getting on my belly, pulling my knees under me, then getting to my feet. Fortunately the second time it must have caught me at the right moment. I screamed but didn’t fall. I was able to crouch and endure the pain. After a moment to recover I got on the square without being told and started the march again. Arnie praised me for that.

We eventually reached the end of the path. When I landed on it I heard a loud single bell chime. The square at the end was longer and lined with a yellow border. Now that I thought of it, the first square looked identical. Arnie told me to turn around, take two deep breaths and lift my toe. We were heading back.

“When you hear one chime you have to keep going. If you hear three you can rest.”

The march back was even more frustrating. I was knocked down five times, three for failing to pay attention to the warnings from not lifting my knees, and twice because I pulled my tongue out of its hole. My eyes were filling with tears. Arnie didn’t seem to care. All he wanted was for me to march as ordered. He just kept telling me to get up, get to the lit square and get going. I was really beginning to hate him.

Jules waited at the far end. “Not bad,” he said as I reached the last square. I heard the bell ring three times. That meant a rest. I needed it.

“At each end is one of these padded horses. You can sit on it for five minutes. Come over here and back up onto it,” Jules said.

While my feet didn’t hurt much they were a little sore. Getting off the heels felt pretty good. “We’ll just sit here until the bell rings again,” Jules said. “Then we’ll show you how you can get a bite to eat.”

Jules and Arnie gazed out the window. I stared down the corridor, looking at the length of the aisle and wondering how I had fallen so many times without hurting myself. I almost expected to find my body covered in bruises by the time I returned.

A triple bell sounded. Jules came over to me and took me to the pillar next to the horse. I noticed some sort of metal plate with a slot in it. “Stick the end of your gag in the hole,” he said. Once it’s in, pull your tongue out of the slot.”

The prospect of sticking the gag into something that it might get stuck in wasn’t something I relished. But being able to pull my tongue out without getting shocked was too much to ignore. So I did as I was told. And I did get stuck!

“Push in to get water. Turn clockwise to get food. Turn counterclockwise to release yourself.”

I was thirsty so I pushed forward. I had to push pretty far before the water flowed into my mouth. I only got a short squirt before it stopped. So I repeated the process a few times.

“Try the food,” Arnie said. “It’s cheesecake!”

“Cheesecake?” I thought. “He’s kidding!”

When I turned the gadget clockwise a nice paste of mashed cheesecake squirted into my mouth. And it was awesome! Jules and Arnie must have been laughing their heads off while I kept twisting my head to get more.

“I guess she likes it. Don’t eat too much. You’ll have plenty of chances to get another serving. Finish up with some water and then release yourself. Don’t forget to put your tongue back when you pull out,” Jules said.

I reluctantly took my last drink then inserted my tongue into the hole. Almost immediately after I had pulled out of the hole a single bell rang and my crotch started thumping. My eyes opened wide. “Get to the lit square. You have sixty seconds to get in position,” Jules said. “Take your time. You don’t have to rush.

Arnie caught me as I tripped. “Take your time,” he said as he pointed to the starting square.

I got into position as I had done earlier. “Feet together, lift right toe, and march,” I said to myself, repeating Arnie’s instructions in my head. Arnie didn’t walk beside me this time though. He stayed with Jules at the starting point. I made it almost half way down before the thumping in my crotch told me I was doing something wrong. I lifted my knees higher and the thumping went away.

I had a small piece of food in my mouth that was annoying. I needed to pull my tongue out of the hole. But I was marching and I was afraid that if I flipped my head I’d lose the pace. I didn’t know what to do. I let the food particle sit in the corner of my mouth under my tongue until I got to the end. I made it without falling!

A single bell rang and I turned around. The hall was empty! Well, I didn’t have time to worry about being alone. I knew the computer was waiting for me to start the march again. So I lifted my toe and started once more.

The march back was a bit rough. I had two shocks, both of which knocked me off my feet. My legs were tiring and I was finding it difficult to keep my knees up. I wasn’t having as much problem with my tongue however. I could keep that in its place pretty easily now.

But when I fell, my tongue always came out of the hole. I found that if I rolled on my back it made it easier to put it back in because gravity pulled the weight so that the hole opened. Still, I couldn’t linger on my back for long. I had to get on my feet quickly and get to the next square. I really was beginning to hate being a ponygirl!

When I reached the end I expected three rings of the bell. Instead I got one. “Damn,” I thought. “I have to make another pass down the hallway.”

When I reached the other end, after falling twice more, the bell thankfully rang three times. I was beat! I walked over to the horse and sat down heavily. My feet were killing me.

I decided to look out the window. It was still dark out. I figured it was 5 a.m. at the latest. That made the lit buildings easy to see into, even with the tinted glass. All I could see was the building beside mine. Looking through the windows I saw another girl marching. I couldn’t see far but I noticed that she fell after taking only two steps off of the starting square. I knew exactly what she was going through.

The bell rang three times, signaling me to get my drink and food. I walked over to the pillar and inserted the brass gadget into the hole. First the water, then the cheesecake. But when I turned my head to get the delicious stuff I didn’t get cheesecake. I got corn pudding. It tasted good but I wanted that cheesecake! “Damn!” I thought. “It must only be at the other pillar.” But I got my fill of food and water, took a couple deep breaths and released myself, forgetting to put my tongue back. My crotch started thumping so I flipped my head and put my tongue in its hole.

 

By the time I had finished marching it was almost noon. “Six hours!” I thought as I sat one more time on the padded horse. I must have walked the path a hundred times. My feet hurt and I couldn’t stop this mindless marching. I had to keep going or my ass was going to be cooked from the inside. I can’t tell you how many times I fell from the shocks. By the end of the session my body felt like it had been beaten with a hundred baseball bats.

I was so grateful to see Jules return that I would have hugged him if my arms were free. I gladly allowed him to hook me up to the puppy so I could be led back to my room. When we arrived he asked me some questions to test my ability and desire to whinny. “Did you enjoy that?” he asked.

I whinnied twice, to indicate that I did not. My response was barely loud enough for him to find acceptable. “Louder,” he said as he gave me a light shock. I whinnied louder to satisfy him.

“Much better. We’re going to pull the arm binder and the head gear off. The rest stays in place till you’ve had your second session.”

Jules pulled the mouthpiece out and set it aside. I started to say “Thank you” when I got a horrible shock. I let out an expletive and got shocked a second time before falling to my knees.

“No talking until I give permission,” Jules said. “You’re still in your pony outfit so whinny.”

“Nee-hee-hee-hee,” I said reluctantly.

“Better. I’ll turn the sensor off so you can chat with your friends. Consider it a reward for doing so well on your first day.”