Hot to Trot: Transformed into a submissive pony girl... (Pony Tales Book 3)

by C. P. Mandara

  'Arrogant animal. Mark my words I'll sink my teeth into you one of these days, Matthews.' Katrina gave him a magnificent smile, with nearly every single one of her bright white teeth vividly on display.

  'Oh, I have no doubt you'll get your chance, sweetheart,' Mark replied.

  Katrina narrowed her eyes and looked at him with interest. 'Name the day, darling,' she whispered, with her teeth pulling provocatively at a bright red fingernail.

  'As soon as they start playing my requiem, sweets, I'm all yours.' He winked.

  She huffed, turned on her heel and flounced away without a word.

  Jenny had to admit the woman had style. Her mouth was still open and she was blinking stupidly.

  'Did you have a different version of events, or did you want to stick to that one?' Mark asked dryly.

  'That was good, I'll stick with that,' Jenny whispered.

  'I thought you might. Now eat up like a good little horsie or I'll find something else with which to fill that greedy little mouth.' He stared pointedly at the fly of his breeches. He felt an urge to bury his cock in the back of her throat, right up to the hilt, his earlier reserve be damned. Just one little excuse and he'd be thrusting away like a world class Samba dancer. Unfortunately, Jenny's face hit the food trough with such speed it was almost insulting. This was not the normal effect he had on young ladies. Oh well. She'd be begging to suck his cock before long; they all did. Feeling slightly spiteful, he added the next sentence for good measure.

  'Make sure you eat your fill. You're going to need to keep your strength up for Mr Big and his friends in the training room.' When her face paled considerably he didn't feel quite the amount of satisfaction he thought he would.

  Walking along through the short-blade grass, with Jenny obediently trailing behind him, his mind was elsewhere. It occurred to him, vaguely, that he hadn't even bothered to re-buckle her bridle as it was still dangling from his hand. Though the day was one of the finest an English summer could provide, with bold blue skies and golden sunshine, Mark found his previous good humour had curdled somewhat. It wasn't the bickering session with Katrina, for that was all it amounted to, but rather that her scenario had hit the nail squarely on the head and pushed all of his panic buttons. His breathing rate had increased. Not so she would have noticed; the difference would have been infinitesimal to anyone bar himself, but the woman had managed to embark her fantasy upon one of his biggest fears: acrophobia. He'd always hated heights and even as a small kid no one had been able to get him down the big slide in the playground. Age and a little bit of wisdom had improved his response to the irrational phobia, but it could still make his stomach churn. Being strung up like that would be one of his worst nightmares, but at least he hadn't given the fact away. The most annoying thing was that the image was going to stay with him for the next few hours, he was sure of it. On the plus side, he did have a juicy little morsel at his side, which should prove a reasonable distraction, especially considering what he had planned for her. Turning his head around, with the premise of watching her delectable backside jiggle as she crawled, he nearly keeled over when he found no one there. Surveying the area quickly he found Jenny up on two feet and legging it for all she was worth to the boundary fence at the back of the paddock. Shit! The gate was electrified.

  Bottoms Up

  Tearing off like a hundred metre Olympic finalist, Mark didn't have many options. He had to catch her before she reached that fence. It was there as a deterrent, so it shouldn't kill her, but there'd be a trainee a few years ago who'd gone into ventricular fibrillation as a result of the current. He'd had to go two rounds with the crash cart before they revived him. If that happened here Mark was toast - very burnt toast. So was she, for that matter.

  'Don't touch the fence it's electrified!' His shout was so loud it nearly deafened him, but she didn't turn around, nor did she stop running. Either she hadn't heard him or she didn't believe him. Swearing again, he couldn't believe he'd been so stupid. The girl was unshackled, wearing no bridle and he hadn't been holding her leash. He fully deserved to be hung, drawn and quartered if this all went pear-shaped. Hell, he would be and no question of a doubt, courtesy of Redcliff. That man had been after a slice of him for years. Employing every last vestige of energy he possessed, with lungs aflame and muscles burning, he neared the escapee. His breath caught. If she took two steps more she was a goner. She took one and he dived at her for all he was worth.

  The dive would have been worthy of an applause, had Jenny been a rugby ball. Mark caught her in midair and twisted her on top of him. While pushing her backward with as much force as he could muster he sunk the heels of his riding boots into the ground on landing and dug them in. When they finally came to a standstill he raised his eyes slowly upwards to discover the spiky tips of his hair were millimetres away from being fried.

  'You stupid cow, you could have been killed!' he shot out angrily, eyes blazing fiercely.

  When Jenny returned his gaze her eyes were just as dark. Even though there was more steam coming out of his ears than a boiling kettle, she couldn't resist a taunt. 'Cow or horse? Make your mind up,' she spat, feeling the heavy weight of his body settle upon her. She was aroused, yet again, and she didn't want to go there. When she felt his erection press into her belly it was small comfort to finally find he wasn't as immune to her presence as he'd let on. 'I'll be rescued soon enough. Why continue this farce?'

  Mark's dark gaze turned to one of incredulity. 'You must be joking. No one has ever managed to escape from this facility and believe me when I say that better men and women than you have tried, and on more than one occasion. You've been sent here to complete your training and this is where you'll stay until you've graduated, as it were.'

  'My father will have me out of here by tomorrow morning at the latest,' she retorted, the set of her jaw confirming she assumed exactly that.

  'Your father is the one who sent you here. Good Lord, have you figured out nothing for yourself? He had to pay an awful lot of money to get you a place here so quickly. This isn't somewhere you end up by chance.' Why oh why had he credited her with a semblance of intelligence? It was clear that in the land of thought she was a mere child. Pampered little chit had probably never had to think for herself before.

  'Liar!' Jenny was now trembling with rage.

  Mark slithered a few inches downwards from the fence and rolled her underneath him before he had collected himself enough to speak. He did not appreciate being called a liar and took umbrage at anyone, especially spoilt little girls, who thought differently. Firstly he wanted to shake the living daylights out of her, not that it would do much good. Secondly, he wanted to slip his cock into any of the nice wet holes she possessed. Alas, that wouldn't be happening until she'd had some sort of contraceptive device fitted, which the nice ladies back at HQ would sort out after he'd finished with her. He settled for pressing a thumb into the beginnings of a mottled bruise on her neck and bit softly into the tender flesh of her earlobe. Her sob was music to his ears.

  'I'll let you in on a little secret,' he said, releasing her ear while his fingers caressed the bright red bite mark. If you play nicely around here you are rewarded with pleasure. If you play nasty, you are rewarded with pain. The way you're going, my dear little Miss, you're in for plenty of the latter and not a great deal of the former. Now it seems that my Mr Adorable persona isn't working for you. Let's take it a step further then, shall we? It's time to meet Mr Damn-Fucking-Awful. Buckle your seatbelt, filly, because you're in for quite a ride.' By the set of his face it was clear he wasn't joking, and when he grasped a handful of hair from the top of her head to pull her forwards to heel, by the side of his now rather muddy black boots, Jenny knew she was in trouble.

  Nearing the training room for the second time Jenny was panting heavily and a fine sheen of sweat covered her body. The bit was once again firmly secured between her teeth and her bridle tightly buckled around her face. Mark had added two sets of leather cuffs, securing both wrist
s and ankles together with a short chain between each, to make sure no further sprinting incidents occurred. The pressure he'd applied to her leash, which pulled at her aching, bruised neck, made her feet fly off the floor to try and keep up with him. When he swung the door open and stormed inside, she meekly followed.

  'Stay right there and assume the most submissive pose you can manage. You can follow me in when I'm finished.' Mark's tone was abrupt and his eyes were cold. Entering a side room he shut the door loudly behind him. What he really wanted to do was beat the girl black and blue and then teach her one hell of a lesson about the importance of listening to one's elders. Fortunately for Jenny, sadism wasn't his first calling and he had other methods of making his trainees suffer. For she would suffer under his hands now, make no mistake. His fingers itched to dole out the most unpleasant of anguish and agonies. He was looking forward to each and every moan, groan, sob and whimper that managed to escape the confines of her gagged lips. By the time he'd finished with her she'd be pleading, bawling and screaming for his particular brand of torment to end.

  Jenny remained where she had been told and eyed the dildos in the room with trepidation. She then made a point of staring at the floor and not looking in the direction of Mr Big. The man wasn't a monster, surely? Looking at the various sizes of toys on display she felt her breath catch. Would they really fit... there? Her buttocks clenched tightly in panic and she was immediately reminded of her predicament. Was this going to hurt? Adrenaline was already beginning to flow through her veins at the anticipation of what might come next, and the silence in the room was unnerving.

  Inside the privacy of the tiled wet room, Mark laid out his implements of torture with precision and care. He would begin with an anal douche, filled with a mixture of mineral water and lubricant. It would ensure she would be nice and slick for the lengthy session he had planned. Then he had a set of vibrating anal beads, which he would slowly work in and out of her, widening that little hole of hers to its greatest potential. A couple of stainless steel lollipop probes would be used later, in combination with a bucket of iced water and the radiator for some interesting temperature play. In order to bring the colour of her backside back to full crimson glory, he'd use a set of anal dilators and his riding crop. It would be her first lesson in muscle control and should be entertaining. They'd finish in the training room with the sybian, his cock and a wickedly ridged, pyramid butt plug. Mark found his mood improving considerably with each item he prepared. The last vision of her being flung to and fro from the saddle of the sybian, while deep-throating his cock and taking as much as she could of the pyramid-shaped plug in her ass, almost had him salivating. He shouldn't be. She was untrained, would probably give the sloppiest of blow jobs and her gag reflex would be annoying. But unfortunately he didn't think she'd need to work him over too hard because he'd been dying to shove his cock into her pretty little face all day. Whether it was because she was Redcliff's daughter or just that she had a little bit of spirit and the looks to go with it, remained to be seen. Feeling uncharacteristically frisky, with his cock twitching in his tight breeches, Mark decided he was ready to go and fetch his prey.

  A submissive pose? What the hell was one of those when it was at home? Did he want her to place her hands on her ass cheeks, stretch them wide and beg to be fucked? She wouldn't have been surprised. What did being submissive mean, exactly, anyway? She wasn't even sure of that much, but had a feeling it was somewhere between obedient and docile. Jenny decided that to be on the safe side she'd just rework her earlier position in the Red Room, so she stuck her backside high in the air and dipped her face to the floor. Hiding her eyes behind her folded hands, she pushed up and outwards as he had instructed before and hoped he wouldn't be quite as frosty on his return.

  When the door swung open again Jenny jumped as he assaulted her eardrums with barked commands.

  'Move! This way!' Looking up she could see he was holding the door open for her, and his expression was not pleased. She shuffled forward on all fours with surprising speed. There was a mean look in his narrowed eyes that would not be argued with. When she reached the threshold of the smaller room he pointed to an oddly-shaped mesh steel chair, positioned at the rear. She didn't need to be told that he expected her to climb into it. The curved chair had been contoured with a dip for her shoulders and head, a raised bump for her back to be pushed up onto and shallow holes for her feet, which would position her in a widely exposed, splayed manner. When she had positioned herself as well as she was able she found it was strangely comfortable, although that didn't do much for her general equilibrium. That was because Jenny way eyeing the room carefully, taking in the dazzling white tiles, the sterile-looking steel cupboards and surfaces and the clinical halogen lighting above, which gave a faint buzz every now and again to unsettle the occupant. As Mark's back was towards her she couldn't see what he was fiddling with on the countertop, and she had a feeling that was for the best.

  When Mark returned his attention to her and his eyes slowly travelled up the length of her naked body in a dispassionate fashion, she felt herself tremble. Jenny found she liked arctic Mark far less than his smiling, smirking twin brother. The frigid wave of ice emanating from him sent a chill through her spine. Mark's whole demeanour had turned glacial and the man could teach icebergs a thing or two about freezing. He began to remove each of her cuffs, one by one, and not once did his eyes meet hers. Finally she was unfettered, but it was not to last.

  Mark pulled his penknife from his pocket and unsheathed the blade for the second time that day. He noted, dryly, that his little trainee didn't shrink away from the sight this time. So, she thought she had the measure of him? Well, they'd have to see about that. Collecting a large bundle of soft white bondage rope he began sawing through it, creating two long lengths and two shorter ones. Then he went to work.

  So much for fifty seconds of freedom, Jenny thought sardonically. After he'd finished with the rope she was trussed up tighter than a Christmas turkey, and her legs were definitely not meant to be bent in such a way. The rotten man had fastened a long length of rope to each of her ankles and brought her legs up backwards, to be tied at the top of the chair, on either side of her face. The rope was slotted through the small squares of the mesh and knotted on the underside. Her arms had been tied with shorter lengths, just above each ankle. Great, a little light basting and she'd be good to go. As soon as the thought popped into her head, Mark produced something cylindrical which featured a nozzle. He had to be joking! What next, the oven? She quickly discovered, however, that the concertinaed tube of liquid in his hands was not for basting.

  When Mark positioned himself between her legs, Jenny heard a hissing sound as he released the pressure from her little plug. Next he employed several long twists to ease it away from her. When she felt the soft rubber oval pop out her first feeling was one of emptiness. She felt herself clenching around nothing more than air. It was a bizarre sensation. It was worrying that she had grown used to the plug in such a short space of time, but even more worrying was the fact that she wanted it back. When it was inside her it offered some protection against people playing with that extremely sensitive area of her anatomy, and now she felt open and exceedingly vulnerable. She made to nibble her lip instinctively and found, annoyingly, that the bit made the action impossible.

  He gave her clit a gentle flick with the top of his index finger to distract her, while feeding the nozzle of the lubricant mix inside her expertly positioned sphincter. He loved watching the trainees being exposed in this way... all fresh, juicy, and deliciously wet. If they weren't wet, that was at least easily solved, although it appeared this wouldn't be a problem in Jenny's case. The girl was already heavily aroused and as he trailed a finger along her pussy lips he was satisfied with her sharp intake of breath. She wasn't going to need the warm-up routine, so after he had inserted the slim nozzle a good two inches inside her, he carefully squeezed out the contents.

  'That should help loosen you up.'r />
  His voice was devoid of inflection, and those were not words Jenny wanted to hear. She could feel the cold liquid sliding inside her, making her clench tightly as it coated her anal walls. She felt her knees go weak and begin shaking, the rope jerking with the movement and hiding nothing.

  Slowly he withdrew the bottle and watched with satisfaction as a few drops of lubricant dripped through the mesh to splatter on the floor below. She was ready. 'Now the fun begins,' he said.

  Anal Training

  Mark pulled a chair alongside Jenny and noted how her legs had already started to tremble. For some ponies, being penetrated anally was one of the quickest ways to gain their submission. He wasn't sure if it was because wearing the tail plug and associating it with their newly acquired animal status gave them base feelings, or the thought that having their ass filled was somewhat of a nasty taboo, but he'd seen the reaction on several occasions. Some grew to love having their asses played with and others would always hate it, but without exception, all were turned on by ass play or they did not last long at Albrecht. But considering the well of liquid he could see contained in his subject's exposed pussy, it was clear Jenny found the idea of anal play arousing, whether she wanted to admit it or not.

  Pulling on a pair of thin, black, kid leather gloves, he picked up the first in his arsenal of gadgets: the gradually increasing in size vibrating anal beads. The first bead was just half an inch in diameter and would slide in easily; the last bead was a more impressive inch and a quarter and would take a little work. First things first, though. Applying generous amounts of lubricant to all of his toys and his right hand glove, he would start the proceedings delicately. Inserting the tip of his leather clad finger inside her anus, he began to massage the hole; stretching it gently, before slowly thrusting his digit back and forth to accustom her to the idea of movement.