Pony 'Chapter 01' - (f, NC, pony, slavery, leather...)

[Zubba1]

Pony

By

Verisign42

alternate reality, armbinder, anal, bondage, chastity, future, gag, kidnapping, latex, leather, M-f, metal, non-consensual, oral, pony, rape, rope, sensorydep, sex, slavery, spanking, suspension, toys, violent
(some of these tags are not yet in the story, but will be)

Last Edit – 5-20-2015

NOTE: The text that is indented and italicized is the character inner monologue. Remember, out inner voice is many times quick, brash, obnoxious and unstructured as well as can be methodical. It is ALL the aspects of the individual so it changes railroad tracks on a dime.

NOTE: The story is long, but there is a lot of “space” because of the frequent inner monologues. So it is not as long as it seems.

 
Chapter 1 - Awakening

I slowly opened my eyes. Fog….Haze…swirling colors…

Damn I have a headache. I ache…where am I? Can’t see much…having a hard time moving.

As I lay there for a moment or two allowing the haze to slowly dissipate I start to realize a few things.

I can’t move. I am tied or chained…Something is in my mouth…I can’t really swallow…What the fuck?!?!

I glanced around the room as best as I could, but I was unable to turn my head at all. There was some sort of collar locking my head looking straight up at the ceiling. So my vision was really limited to the walls about five to six feet up. The room as best as I can make out looked rustic, barnlike. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw what looked like some furniture in the room, but could not clearly make it out. Wood everywhere, even smelled like a barn.

“I see my newest pony has awaken.” I heard a voice from somewhere in the room. I actually started looking for the voice but could not find it till a woman, dressed in general rustic wear, jeans and flannel shirt.

“I am so pleased you are here. I am your new owner, Cindy.”

Owner? Fuck you…get me the hell out of here! Let me up! Wait…owner? What does that mean?

“I wanted to introduce myself to you, before the transition team takes you to break you.”

Break me? Transition team? What the fuck is going on here? Let me up! I want outa here!

“I am sure we will have great times together, you and I. I will see you again real soon.”

I screamed into the gag and writhed violently trying to get up. The bonds holding me down gave nothing to me, they held me as I was, spread eagle on a bed or table. I tired myself out after thrashing for what I can only guess was a few minutes. Breathing hard, sweating and just tired, I gave in and just laid there, awaiting my moment to get free.

My mind was racing with visions of being gang raped and other horrible things. I couldn’t help it, I am a somewhat pessimistic person by nature. I am unaware of how long I laid there, restrained after Cindy left before I saw someone else. I can only guess a few hours.

“Number 33, I would like to welcome you to the Barn, where your transition will commence. I am Candice. I will be your transition Mistress and guide you through all it entails before Mistress Cindy takes ownership and possession of you.”

Guide me thru my transition? What transition? This makes no sense….what is this Mistress talk….Sounds like the title of a Headmistress. Going a little English formal on me? There is that ownership thing again…This is not sounding good.

“I am so glad you volunteered for this. We don’t have many volunteers these days.”

WHAT!?!?! Volunteered? I don’t know where the hell I am and I would never volunteer to be tied up like this.

“Most of our inductees into the program are thru the penal program as you already know since you were briefed when you volunteered.”

I DID NOT VOLUNTEER for this!

“I envy you a bit, having the courage and desire to go full force into the program.”

Program? What the hell is this insane woman talking about?

“Knowing full well your life as a free person is over, it’s so brave and admirable that you follow your dreams like this.”

OMG. What the hell has just happened to me. What does she mean my life as a free person is over? What dreams? I still don’t understand! Stop peaking in riddles and get me the hell out of here!

I started thrashing about in my restraints trying to get the woman, who now came into my view, to release me. She was wearing….what I can only describe to you as black LATEX pants that looked like jeans, as well as a red/black corseted top, again in latex.

“I am glad to see you are so spirited, Mistress Cindy is so waiting for you. She paid TOP DOLLAR for having a volunteer like you.”

She…..paid….for…me???

“Now, it is time for us to start your transition process, and get you all geared up. How exciting!” she exclaimed looking at me directly above me. She was smiling and really was excited.

Geared up? I just don’t understand! Oh lord…Where is Alex? How long HAVE I been here?

I had just now realized, that I didn’t know how long I had been here, and where my husband was and was he looking for me.

“Now 33, I am going to remove your posture collar and then your restraints holding your arms to the bed. Do not be a bad girl and make me call in others to help me. I just wanted to warn you now. They do not tolerate bad ponies here.”

Uh oh….should I fight? Should I punch her? What should I do…I need to be free. Fuck it.

Candice unbuckled my posture collar and slowly removed it but replaced it with a much smaller leather collar. I could still turn my head with this one. I finally could move my head and I did so, looking around getting a better idea of my surroundings. It was as I originally saw, very sparse but barnlike in its qualities. There was only one door in the room and it was closed. Candice started removing a number of leather straps from my torso and moved to my arms. In moments, this woman had freed my entire upper body. She helped me up into a sitting position. I realized for the first time I was completely naked. This naked ness shocked me to my core.

Oh my god….I am naked! Have I been raped?

“Click, Click” was all I heard in the blur of motion that occurred as she helped me sit up. She had expertly pulled but arms behind my back and clicked them to me new collar via a chain. I didn’t realized I was still wearing wrists cuffs till then. I was unable to move my wrists from the position about 4 inches below the collar. It hurt. I was somewhat flexible, but this did hurt a bit.

DAMNIT….I missed my opportunity! This actually hurts a bit. Let me go!

“You are such a good little girl. I know you are scared and Mistress Candice is here for you. You made the single bravest step, I will help you take those next steps.”

This woman is insane! Brave steps? Volunteering? Next Steps?

She started removing my leg restraints when she clipped my ankles together via a 6 inch chain.

“Now, let’s get you up.” She announced as she pulled me to my feet. I realized she was pulling me by a leash she had attached to my new collar. My arms, still pulled up to the middle of my back did not allow me the leverage to ‘feel’ for a way to free myself. I was internally dejected.

“Off to measurements.” Was all Candice said as she started pulling me forward with her as she walked. My 6 inch hobble made things hard on me, almost falling a few times in the first few steps before we even left the room.

“You will need to learn to move those feet faster. A pony is always hobbled when not in the field working! So you will have to get used to it.

Field working? Hobbled? Why Pony? Does she think I am a horse?

My mind was moving in waves and I started to panic and pulled back from her when we arrived to the door exiting the room. She turned to me, took a step forward and yanked the leash hard to her.

“Listen 33, I am a very kind an understanding trainer and transition Mistress. I do not have infinite patience either. You need to calm down and do as you are told. Remember, you signed all the waivers, you signed your life away. YOU wanted this, and we are giving it to you. Show some gratitude.”

I didn’t sign anything! I didn’t! Please understand me! Why are you not listening to my complaining!? Gratitude!?! For what? Tying me up?

She turned and started walking again, pulling me along with her out of the room. The hallway beyond was rustic as well. We passed twenty or thirty doors that were only about neck high. I was able to see into one of the rooms behind and what I saw scared me. I saw, just beyond the door, another woman like myself. She was restrained in a significant amount of leather all around her body. Circling her breasts, holding her arms behind her back and between her legs. She was wearing thigh-high boots and was tethered to the far wall. She did not look happy. I was unable to really get a good look at her as me moved by too fast.

We reached another door and the room beyond was a complete change from those rooms behind me. This room was white, sterile, like a hospital and the smells of antiseptic were strong. Candice pulled me to the center of the room and attached my collar to a hanging chain. This chain barely allowed me to move from side to side without hanging myself.

“Now stay still 33. We need to measure you for your gear. The gear takes only a few hours to make.”

Gear? Am I to wear the same things that other woman was? No!

I stood the waiting when another really short and fat woman came in the room. She shouted, “Is this 33?” while pointing at me.

“Yes Mistress Stella, its 33.” She said with a smile.

“Good, stand still 33.” She said and smacked me on the ass impatiently. I jumped and then she smacked me again and yelled, “I said Stand Still, or I will have you whipped like the livestock you are.”

Livestock? Oh my god….am I truly a slave now? How did this happen? Must have been a mixup!

She approached me and started measuring every part of me twice. When I say every part of me, I mean every part of me. Pussy, tits, ass, etc… It didn’t last long, but was humiliating to have a small woman measuring my most intimate parts with a tape measure like I was getting the hem of a skirt pulled up. This time, I was chained, gaged, restrained and entirely nude.

This is humiliating….

“Go…I am done. I will have the basics made in a bit, we may have stuff that already fits as she is pretty standardly sized surprisingly. If I got something that will work I will send someone for you ASAP.”

Unhooked from the chain hanging above me, Candice started to be drag me towards another door. I was escorted through another hallway and into another room that was similar to the one I just left, clean and filled with the smell of a sterile medical environment. This room had cabinets around the sides and a single examination table and gynecological chair in the center. I had visions of my last OB\GYN visit flash thru my head.

“Now 33, its time to really begin your transition.” She attached a new chain from the ceiling to my collar. She reached down and removed the hobble chain. “Step up on the stool and get onto the chair. I am sure as a female you have done this before.” I did so and sat down on the table facing Candice, terrified.

“Very good 33, very good. Let’s get you all setup here for the examination and procedure.”

Examination? Procedure? What are you going to do to me?

She reached around me and pulled one of my wrists from my collar and attached it to an arm that extended from the chair. She circled me and did the same to my other wrist. When she did, I felt the ache from my arms grow as they were suddenly moving and getting the blood flow they were used to. Candice leaned me back onto the chair and clipped the back of my collar to the chair. I was now unable to lift my head from the chair. Moving to the front she started to fasten my ankles in place in the stirrups and wrapped leather straps around my thighs to the stirrup bars, keeping me unable to close my legs as well as a large strap across my stomach finalizing my merging with the table.

“Now 33, you are ready. A surgeon will be here momentarily to start that transition by eliminating the problem of fertility.”

What did she mean? Wait…No…You don’t mean to ‘fix’ me! You cant! That is inhumane! I want kids!

I started to thrash in the table able hearing those words. I started screaming under my gag like a banshee. I suddenly saw red and experienced pain on my cheek.

“Do not make me have to do that again 33. You have been exemplary till now. If you continue, I will have to have you drugged to continue all the steps needed. That hurts the transition. You yourself want this or you wouldn’t be here.”

No I didn’t! I didn’t sign anything!

I continued to scream and thrash in my restraints hoping that they might break. They did not. I did this for what seemed like forever when I felt a stabbing sensation in me arm. It hurt like hell. The world suddenly grew dark.

[JGoddard]

I love the start of this story, even though it isn't self-bondage. Anything with animal play is a big turn-on for me. I hope to see this continued.

[sandalee]

Wow, I really like it. Waiting for the next part