“Of course, Cindy, why do you ask?” she replied.

       “You seem so…preoccupied,” I explained.

       “Just tired I guess.”
       “Of me?” I asked, hating the needy whine in my voice.

       “No, no, baby, not you,” she soothed.  “We have it great together.”

       We did, or at least I thought we did.  Six months ago I had been in an abusive relationship with a woman named Samantha.  Samantha had been a mean, controlling, cruel pitiless bitch.  I mean I liked a little light bondage and soft sexy spankings and other similar bedroom games but there was nothing soft or subtle about Samantha.  She loved to painfully hogtie me and then go out for the night with her friends.  Or stuff me in the trunk at the foot of her bed while she and some tart she had picked up made love a few feet away.  Her idea of a spanking was with a riding crop or a whip and she was never happy until I was so welted it hurt to sit down.

       I had started off as her girlfriend but within a few months she had taken over my life. Samantha had never allowed me friends or outside activities or even time on my own except when I was hogtied in the closet or shoved in the trunk at the foot of her bed.  I was nothing more than her slave for the two years we were together and I only escaped by luck.  She had some people over one day and Gwen was one of them. 

       Gwen had been looking for the bathroom and had wandered into where Samantha had me trussed up after having beaten me almost unconscious.  When she found out that I was an unwilling partner to Samantha’s cruelty she undid my restraints and we slipped out the back.  The next six months had been the best of my life.  I was hopelessly in love with Gwen and she seemed to feel the same, until recently.

       “Want to get a shower?” I asked, sitting down on the couch next to her and putting my lips on her ear.

       “Not right now, baby,” she answered, “I rather…play a little.”

       “Play?”

       “Yeah, something a bit kinkier than we usually do,” she said.

       That went right to my cunt.  Her normal idea of kinky was pretty vanilla, which had been fine with me after Samantha, but now my body was craving something more.

       “What did you have in mind, baby,” I whispered in her ear.  “Were you going to spank me for being bad?”

       “Maybe,” she teased, “but first I want to…tie you up.”

       I was dripping wet.  Tie me up?  Oh!  I snuggled into her neck.

       “I’d like that,” I whispered.

       “Why don’t you strip for me first,” she said.

       Strip?  Yes!  I stood up and pulled my tee shirt over my head frantically.

       “Slow down,” she demanded.  “I want a tease.”

       My hands had already found the zipper to my jeans and had yanked it halfway down before her words stopped me.  I slid it slowly the rest of the way and then put my hands in the waistband and very slowly tugged my pants down halfway.  I could see the flush in her neck.  She licked her lips and kept her eyes glued to my crotch.  I turned around and pulled my jeans down to my knees.  I heard her intake of breath.  This was fun!

       I kicked off my jeans and twirled back around.  I watched her eyes flicker between my breasts and my pussy.  My panties were soaked!  I kept looking at her as I turned away again.  Her eyes were glued to my ass for a moment before she shifted her gaze to mine.  I winked at her and reached back and undid my bra and shrugged it off and then turned my head away from her and slowly slid my panties down.  I could hear her ragged breathing as I dropped them to the floor.

       As I started to turn back toward her I felt her step directly behind me.  She put her hands on my upper arms and slid them downward, pulling my hands to my back.  I felt cold steel encircle my wrists.  Another jolt of pleasure hit my pussy.  I was so turned on!  She turned me around and kissed me and I melted.  She held the kiss as we stepped back to the couch where she pushed me to my knees.  She pulled her skirt up, yanked her panties down and sat down in front of me with her legs spread.

       “Make it good for me one more time before we go,” she whispered.

       I didn’t need a second invitation.  I dove into her pussy.  As I worked her heavenly mound exactly the way I knew she liked me to I couldn’t help having one part of my mind keep twisting her last words around.  What could she have possibly meant ‘before we go’?  Go where?

       She let me give her three bone rattling orgasms before she pushed me away.  I was so ready to change places.  Instead of getting up she reached under the couch and came out with a steel collar that she fastened around my neck and padlocked on.

       “First the cuffs and now a collar?” I thought. 

       It didn’t make sense.  Where had she gotten them?  I hadn’t seen the cuffs but the collar was well worn.  I opened my mouth to ask and she pushed a gag in and locked it on.  A trickle of fear formed a knot in my chest.

       She stood up, snapped a leash on my collar and pulled me to my feet.

       “Time to go, Cindy,” she said, moving toward the garage.

       I stumbled along behind her in shock.  We were going out?  Like this?  I mumbled a complaint in my gag.  She dragged me into the garage and opened the hatch of our van.

       “Climb in, sweetie,” she said, pointing to the floor behind the back seat.

       I shook my head no.  I wasn’t going anywhere until I got some explanation as to what the hell was going on.  She chuckled, reached out and pinched my left nipple hard.  I squealed into my gag.  She used it to force me into the car.  Then she tied my leash on to a floor ring, which kept my face buried in the carpet, slammed the hatch and climbed in the front.  I was shivering in fear but somehow my cunt liked what was happening.

***

       An hour later we stopped and she pulled me out.  I looked around and discovered we were way out in the country at what appeared to be a farm house with out-buildings and no other houses in any direction.  Two women stepped off of the porch and walked over to us.  The slim blond one was dressed as if she were just about to compete in an equestrian event and the stockier dark haired one was wearing a tight calf-length black dress and black boots.  I felt stupid standing there naked.

       “I see you found us okay, Gwen,” the dark haired one said pleasantly.

       “Your directions were super, Margaret,” Gwen said.  “I did take one wrong turn after C Street but I figured it out right away.”

       “And obviously this is the merchandise you are offering us,” she said, looking at me as if I were a side of beef.

       “Merchandise?” I wondered.

       Margaret stepped over to me.  She looked me over for a minute, fondled my tits and then put her hand on my pussy and pushed her middle finger into me.  My body spasmed against her.  I had not realized how much this situation was turning me on.  I was hot and I was wet and I wanted her to keep going.  She pulled her hand away.

       “She’s going to do well here,” she reflected.  “What do you think, Pam?”

       “I want her,” the blonde said.

       “You always say that with the good ones,” Margaret laughed.

       “Margaret she clearly isn’t a cow,” Pam said.

        “No, but why not a maid?” Margaret asked.

       “Look at her,” Pam demanded.  “She is perfect pony material.”

       “Excuse me,” Gwen interrupted, “what are you talking about?”

       “I’m sorry, Gwen,” Margaret laughed, “we are being rude.  Let me explain.  We train our new slaves in one of three categories.  The best ones we make into maids.  They are perfect companions for our clients and are well versed in providing intimate services as well as normal maid duties.”

       “Intimate services?” Gwen asked.

       “Sex, Gwen,” Pam snapped.  “In every way a man or woman could want.”

       “Oh.” Gwen gulped.

       “And then there are our ponies,” Margaret explained.  “They are very special beasts of burden for those clients with a bit more jaded tastes.”

       “Beasts of burden?” Gwen asked.

       “What did you think you were selling her into, Gwen?” Pam asked nastily, “some kind of coddled life where she was treated like a human being?”

       “I…I don’t…”

       “Why are you selling her anyway?” Pam demanded.

       “I…I need the money,” Gwen faltered.

       “You are selling your friend and lover to us because you need the money?” Pam asked incredulously.

       “Well…”

       “The final and lowest category is cows,” Margaret interrupted.  “We train them to do the most horrible and depraved things that anyone could ever expect.  They live their lives like animals which is why we refer to them as cows.”

       “De…depraved?” my lover stuttered.  “Like what?”

       “Do you really want to know?” Pam said angrily.

       Gwen looked like a deer in the headlights.  She had plainly not known what she was doing when she brought me here.  I could see the indecision in her eyes and I started to relax.  Maybe we could work this out.  If she needed money I could…

       “I want her,” Pam said again, “and I agree to pay you an extra twenty thousand dollars.”

       “I don’t know,” Gwen said haltingly.  “I didn’t realize that…”

       “Fifty thousand,” Pam snapped.

       “Fifty thousand more?” Gwen asked wonderingly.

       “Yes and we’ll throw in a week in one of our guest houses,” Pam added.

       “Guest houses?”

       “You get to use our trainees,” Margaret explained.  “You’ll have a live-in cow, a daily maid and use of any pony you want during the day.”

       “Oh, wow,” Pam said clearly turned on and forgetting about me.

       “Do we have a deal, Gwen?”

       Gwen looked at me with a wistful expression that broke my heart.  She stepped over and stroked my cheek.

       “I’m sorry, Cindy,” she whispered in my ear.  “I love you but, I really need the money.”

I Need the Money, Chapter Two

       Eight weeks later I had been beaten into a new mold.  I was now an experienced pony.  I hated it.  It was a boring existence except when I was in harness and then it was hell.  The boring part was living in a stall like a horse, eating some mush stuff, peeing and sleeping in the hay and not being able to speak.  The hell part was being whipped around the trails.  The only pleasant part was the occasional bench along the way where my rider would force me to my knees to service her.  It left me frustrated because I didn’t have any way to bring myself off but, even so, I was happy to be next to my idea of heaven.

       Of course some of the clients were men.  Stopping at benches with a man was real torment as I was compelled to put my mouth around a penis.  I really hated that and I never got used to it.  They were always smelly and rancid tasting and the stuff that came out of them was downright sickening.

       Still, in some ways as a pony, I had it easy.  Maids seemed to be on duty all hours of the day.  Their behavior was expected to be impeccable and they were punished when it wasn’t.  They were also used for torture sessions when a client wanted to hear some poor wretch screaming.

       That wasn’t the worst job.  Of the three, being a cow was way worse.  They were treated as dumb animals.  They crawled everywhere they went.  They were whipped more than maids and used for any sadistic thing that occurred to a client.  Toilet service, ass rape, needle play…  Oh my, the list went on and on.  I shuddered each time I saw a cow and thanked my lucky stars that I wasn’t one.

       I hadn’t ever seen Gwen again.  Perhaps she had used her free week when I had been in lock down.  Perhaps she felt so guilty about what she had done to me that she had never come.  I didn’t know.  I only knew that I still loved her and wanted to be with her.

       When Pam showed up to harness me for the day I was already standing in the front of the stall.  Some week days were slow enough that I was left alone but this was Saturday and I knew that every pony would be in use.

       “Good morning, Flame,” Pam said cheerily, as she opened my stall door.

       Another thing I hated was the ridiculous name they had given me.  Flame indeed!  I would have preferred something sexier but then they hadn’t asked me.  Pam led me out to a cart and harnessed me up.

       “I have a special treat for you today,” she purred.

       “Oh goody,” I thought.  “Some fucking sadist wants me today.”

       The truth was that Pam herself was a sadist and when she said she had a surprise for me it was never anything good.  Imagine my shock when Gwen walked around the end of the barn with a huge smile on her face.  I didn’t know how she could smile like that.  Clearly she didn’t feel any remorse at all but it didn’t matter because in spite of everything she had done to me I still wanted her. 

       “Hi, Cindy,” she said happily.  “You are looking really fit.”

       I was looking really fit?  Of course I was fit.  They gave me low cal mush and ran my ass off every day.  I looked away in disgust.

       “Her name isn’t Cindy anymore,” Pam snapped.  “It’s ‘Flame’.”

       “Sorry,” Gwen said meekly.

       “Have her back by one thirty at the latest,” Pam said.  “The sale starts at two.”

       “Sale?” I wondered.

       “The sale is why I’m here,” Gwen said.

       “I know but there are other bidders who are interested,” Pam said coldly.  “She goes on the block at two and I want time to prepare her.”

       “The block?”

       I shuddered.        

       Gwen climbed in and twitched the reins but didn’t use the whip.  I had never had a rider who hadn’t used the whip so it took until the second time she twitched the reins for me to realize that she wanted me to start.  We had just gotten out of sight of the barn when she reined me in, climbed down and stepped in front of me.

       “Do you know these trails really well?” she asked quietly.

       I nodded.

       “Take us to the most secluded spot here,” she whispered.  “I need to talk to you.”

       I didn’t need a second invitation.  Talk to me?  In private?  Oh yes!  I ran as fast as I could, which was fast because I had been a runner and these people had honed my skills.  I ran to the most secluded spot on the trail and then I stopped and waited.  She dismounted, walked around in front and removed my bit.

       “Cindy, I really missed you,” she said.

       I hadn’t been allowed to talk for eight weeks.  In fact, except when my bit was out servicing clients, I hadn’t even been able to talk for eight weeks.  My jaw was sore and I was mad at her statement.

       “You picked a fine way to show it,” I snapped, “selling me into hell.”

       “Cindy, I’m sorry,” she said contritely.

       “And that makes it all right?” I asked incredulously.

       “No, but…”

       “But what?” I demanded.

       “I think I can buy you back,” she said.  “At the sale today.”

       “I thought you sold me because you needed the money,” I said.

       “I did but then…oh god, Cindy, I missed you so much,” she said.

       That melted me.  I wanted her and I wanted to believe that she really was here to rescue me.  I leaned over and kissed her.

       “Oooooh,” she moaned.  “I have been so missing that.”

       “Me too,” I said meekly.

       “You are up for sale today and I’m going to bid on you until you are mine,” she said.

       “But…what about…money?” I asked.

       She looked sheepish.  I waited.

       “I realized right away what a stupid mistake I’d made,” she said contritely.  “I went home and cried for two days.”

       She started sobbing and I wanted to comfort her but my hands were chained behind me as they had been for eight weeks.  I nuzzled her.

       “Then I woke up with a plan,” she said excitedly.  “I cruised bars and found girls who were alone, lonely and looking for love.  I brought them home, tricked them into cuffs and sold them here.  I’m pretty sure I have more than enough to outbid anyone else that wants you.”

       “Oh Gwen,” I gushed, my heart beating in my chest like a hummingbird that wanted out.  “I’m…I’m…speechless.”

       “Let’s don’t talk anymore, baby,” she cooed.  “Let’s make love to each other.”

       “I can’t,” I wailed.

       “Why not?”

       “It’s not allowed and anyway this harness is locked on me,” I explained.

       “How are they going to know? Besides, let me see what I can do,” she laughed.

       She wormed her fingers in between my stomach and the leather and with a lot of stretching managed to work her finger down and slipped it into my cunt. Within a minute it was like a thousand volts of electricity had punched me in the crotch.  The last thing I remembered was my vision closing in and the world going away.  I must have gone semi-conscious and tried to collapse because when sanity returned she was straining to hold me up.  My legs were like rubber.  I had never had an orgasm like that in my life.  I gathered my legs under me and took the pressure off of her.

       “Wow, Cindy,” she said.  “You really needed that, didn’t you?”

       “They don’t let us have any pleasure here,” I said.  “I can sometimes rub myself on a knot in the back wall of my stall but if they catch me they punish me.”

       “Don’t worry, baby.  After today no one will ever punish you ever again,” she soothed.

       “Gwen, I love you so much,” I said.

       “Me too, baby,” she said, stroking my hair.  “Now why don’t you…uh…”

       I didn’t need to be asked twice.  After all, that was one of the things I had been trained to do and she was my friend and my lover and she had come to save me.  I dropped to my knees and leaned in to her beautiful bush.  I was in heaven!  We were going home!

***

       We got carried away and forgot the time so it was only five minutes to two o’clock when we got back.  Pam was livid.  She wrenched me from the harness and propelled me into the barn and on to a make shift stage which was lighted with spots that blinded me.  I had no idea how many people were in the audience bidding on me but my heart hung on to the belief that Gwen was determined and out there and was going to save me.

       “I’m sorry for the late start, ladies and gentlemen,” Pam announced, “but ‘Flame’ was…being used and just got back.”

       “Being used?” I reflected. “Being loved was more like it.”

       I was so happy.  I stood proudly knowing that when this farce was over my lover was taking me home.

       “We’ll start the bidding at two hundred thousand,” I heard Pam say.

       “Two hundred thousand?” I blanched. 

       A trickle of fear dropped down my chest like a drop of water.  What if Gwen didn’t have enough money?  What if…?

       I was so lost in worry that I tuned the action out until the pauses made it clear there were only two bidders left.  Each time one would reluctantly bid, the other would come immediately back with a higher bid.  I couldn’t tell whose voice was whose but that confident one had to be Gwen as she was clearly determined to have me.  I focused my attention.

       “Back to you bidder number three,” I heard Pam say.  “Do you have a bid?”

       Bidder number three was the reluctant one.  I prayed she wouldn’t bid again. 

       “Nothing more, three?” Pam asked.

       Silence. 

       “Sold to bidder thirteen,” Pam intoned and her gavel went down.

       I was in heaven!   I was going home!  The lights came up and the first thing I saw was Gwen.  She was holding a bidding card with the number three on it and tears were streaming down her face.  She was shaking her head and mouthing ‘I’m sorry’.   I felt someone beside me.

       “You’re mine now, Flame,” the voice said.

       I turned.  My ex-lover and now new owner Samantha was standing next to me.  My world dissolved.

       “We are going to have so much fun together,” she whispered into my ear.  “At least I’m going to have fun anyway.”

       I whimpered into my bit.  The thought of living my life as a ponygirl belonging to her was frightening.

       “You don’t want to be my ponygirl?” she asked.

       I shook my head even though I knew it was futile.

       “Don’t worry, Cindy,” she purred, using my real name.  “I have no intention of letting you live your life as a pampered pony.  I’ve arranged to leave you here eight more weeks for some additional training.  When you finally come home with me you will be my full time cow.”