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Pony Renaissance

Synopsis.

(Book 1. Pony Reality). A bored woman accidentally stumbles across an image of a captive ponygirl on the internet that initiates a sadistic desire to own such a helpless captive human equine for herself. Book one follows her growing interest in this fetish, then her plans and preparations as she moves from fantasy to the actual kidnapping of not one but two young women. One destined to occupy a stall in her stable, the smaller to serve as her lap dog (in more than one sense!) Book one terminates a few days after she has acquired her new pets and smugly thinking herself perfectly safe from any outside interference. An assumption abruptly shattered!

Chapter 1

\n\n

“Do you mind if I come in and\ntake a look?”

\n\n

Those words seemed to hang in the\nair for an eternity. The speaker was a tall slim blonde woman perhaps in her\nearly forties but supremely attractive, willowy the sort that had\n‘ex-model’ written all over her and not the cheaper page three ‘tits and bums’\nend of the business either. Hair in a simple ponytail and dressed in expensive\nbut scuffed brown heeled knee boots, tight fashionable ripped jeans and a baggy\nfawn sweater. If I had worn clothes like that, I would have looked merely\nscruffy, but she oozed cat-walk class turning scruff into sophisticated casual\nelegance. It seemed to be an irrelevant question because she was already inside\nand confidently crossing over to Beauties stall even as I stood rooted to the\nspot gaping open-mouthed at and then after her.

\n\n

Beauty was animated, frantic,\nbody shaking, chains rattling, stamping her feet, head bobbing about as far as\nshe could. She was even vocal, although screaming incoherently into her bit she\nwas managing to create an impressive amount of noise despite that devices\nimpediment. The racket was slightly annoying, I thought peevishly. Evidently,\nmy visitor was of the exact same opinion for she stopped before my excited pony\nand immediately lashed out backhanding one breast and then slapping the other\nfull-on with the palm of her right hand.

\n\n

“QUIET!” she ordered aloud. “Stop\nit at once you stupid animal. I am not here to set you free so get that notion\nout of your silly head right now!” She repeated the punitive action this time\non just the right breast. “Clear?”

\n\n

“Sorry” she turned to me beaming\na wide apologetic smile. “Atrocious manners on my part I know, but I can’t\nabide disobedience and unruly behaviour in these creatures. I don’t normally\nmake a habit of talking to them either. Mind if I take a closer look at this\nfine animal of yours? I assume from her idiotic behaviour that she’s untrained\nas yet, fresh from the wild perhaps? ”

\n\n

My dazed head responded\nautomatically shaking from side to side to indicate that I had no objection, my\nmouth also opened but nothing came out other than something that sounded to my\nears more like a gargling hiss! I was about to try again, but the visitor was\nalready engaged in her examination of my ponygirl.

\n\n

My world had abruptly come\ncrashing down around my ears. How the hell? Who the hell, I mean? I’d been so\nsure, so damn sure and piss pot pleased with myself. The perfect crime, my god\nhow clever I’d thought myself and now this? Yes, my heart was in my mouth, and\nthe bottom had abruptly dropped out of my stomach…., and yet as I looked\ntowards Beauties stall, those feelings began to abate somewhat.

\n\n

This stunning blonde interloper\nseemed to know exactly what she was doing. Her hand-delivered two more meaty\nslaps to Beauties udders in a manner that showed she would brook no misbehaviour\nwhatsoever from her. The woman used that slim hand almost as effectively as I\nhad earlier used my cane, leaving vivid imprints on my ponies quivering breasts\nthat were now more red than white! There was not the slightest sign of\nhesitation as she chastised my captive pony. Nor was there any display of\nsympathy or outrage at the girl's predicament.

\n\n

Now she had Beauties bridle in a\ntight grip twisting her one way and then the other. She would have been almost\nas tall as my pony without her expensive-looking heeled boots and was obviously\nwell accustomed to handling such unusual captive animals. Her free hand ranged\nall over squeezing, kneading, weighing, assessing as Beauty now frightened into\nsilence, squirmed in helpless indignation in that firm grasp.

\n\n

“Don’t worry” she called\nreassuringly over her shoulder. “these proud udders will soon lose their colour\nthough she’ll be a mite sore for a few hours. Habit I’m afraid, most people\nflog their rumps raw. I have always found that a few flicks of my whip across\nthe more sensitive parts of their anatomy is the most effective way of ensuring\ninstant compliance when required!” The woman chuckled and added, “ Besides, the\nway a mare or filly then squeals for me is so delightful!”

\n\n

I began to relax as I watched\nBeauties head roughly wrenched around. “No, you don’t!” the woman snarled then\ncalled back to me to carry on the one-sided conversation. “Much less effort as\nwell not that I don’t regularly indulge myself employing cane and crop across\nsuch as these tempting meaty mounds from time to time. These beasts need\nconstant reminders as to their status and who owns them!” she slapped Beauties exposed\nrump hard, leaving another visible handprint. Her attention moved upward as she\ntwisted the bridle, even more, making Beauty squeak and dragged her anguished\nface closer to her own. “Don’t irritate me animal; I expect that I am vastly\nmore experienced than your new owner. I doubt that you can even begin to\nimagine the sort of nasty things that I am capable of doing to you!” she hissed\nbefore turning to me again.

\n\n

“How long have you had the\nbeast?”

\n\n

“Just a… not long, only a couple\nof days actually” I managed to stammer as I continued to gawp at this\nunexpected but supremely confident intruder.

\n\n

“Uh-huh, thought as much, STAND\nSTILL DAMN YOU!” There was another loud crack as palm met flesh producing a\nmuted fearful pained squeal from Beauty, but I noted an abrupt cessation of\nmovement at her left breast quivered under the harsh slap. Her head shot\nupwards, and she arched high on tiptoe in shock as her bridle was released and\ntwo sets of long fingers explored her most sensitive and private spots front\nand back. Her head turned towards me wide-eyed in a startled horrified mute\nappeal.

\n\n

Evidently, I was already her\nprotector? Strange, I thought. My pony recognised which of her tormentors posed\nthe more significant threat at this particular moment, and it wasn’t me! Mind\nyou; she was almost certainly correct. I thought as I watched the strange woman\ncrouch as she ran her hands down, Beauties strong legs and calves before\nlifting and examining her feet. Hooves I should say because that’s just what I\nwas reminded of as I watched. It was a replica of a groom or blacksmith\ndoing precisely the same with a real horse. Not that she wasn’t in many ways a\n‘real horse’ to my eyes now.

\n\n

To anyone else, well almost\nanyone else she would appear as an attractive shapely statuesque girl bizarrely\nconfined by tight, uncomfortable bondage, to my eyes and evidently to my\nvisitor another perception now overlaid that fundamental reality. That of the\ncaptive human equine and it was clear that my visitor had neither surprise nor\nan ounce of sympathy for the girls' predicament.

\n\n

The elegant blonde ceased her\nexamination and stood upright dusting and smoothing down her jeans then gave\nBeauty a lighter parting slap on her left buttock by way of a farewell before\napproaching me. A rueful smile crossed her face as she was about to hold a hand\nout then looked at it recalling just where her fingers had been probing only\nmoments before.

\n\n

“There is a basin over in that\ncorner” I nodded pre-empting her question. “It only has cold water, though. I\ndidn’t think it worthwhile to….” I trailed off under her amused quizzical\nexpression.

\n\n

“Quite right,” She said with a\nglance back to the occupied stall. “No need to pamper the creature although if\nyou intend to increase your stock substantially in the future, you might\nwant to think of your own hygiene requirements in terms of comfort and\nconvenience” Her eyes briefly ranged around my building taking in the empty\nstalls and general clutter.

\n\n

“Perhaps the kitchen over in the\nhouse?” I offered.

\n\n

She nodded and smiled. “I think\nthat would be more appropriate. One does get used to handling the creatures\nbut…” she looked down at her hands and laughed. “Hardly very polite though to\nshake hands when you have ponygirl pussy juice and traces of shit on your\nfingers! Anyway, I could murder a coffee should one be forthcoming.”

\n\n

We both laughed, and I led the\nway out and across to my house. My glamorous new ‘friend’ nodding her approval\nas I paused to close the stable door and set the lock and alarm. Neither of us\nthought to give Beauty a second glance as we departed although a thought crossed\nmy mind as the lock clicked shut. I somehow knew that any chance, small as it\nmight have been of my releasing my captive had vanished the moment this unexpected\nbut supremely confident woman had poked her head into my stable!

\n\n

*****

\n\n

“That’s perfectly fine” Mandy\nassured me as I passed her a mug of coffee and placed a plate with an\nassortment of biscuits on the kitchen table. “My husband is the one who’s a\ntotal fusspot when it comes to coffee, me I’m a gal with simple tastes, hot,\nbrown and wet, so instant suits me just as well as anything else. Lived on the\nstuff as a teen during my early modelling days” She selected a large chocolate\nbiscuit, bit out a hearty chunk and munched noisily for a couple of seconds\nthen swallowed and brushed a crumb from her lightly glossed pink lips.

\n\n

“So, having apologised for this\nrude and completely unannounced invasion of your privacy, I should, of course,\nexplain more. No doubt you are curious as to why I came and a whole lot more? I\nexpect I gave you a teeny bit of a shock!”

\n\n

My eyes widened “Teeny!” I\nprotested indignantly, and we both laughed again.

\n\n

“Well, I have already apologised\nfor startling you. Truth to tell, once I peeped into your stable and confirmed\nmy suspicions I was in two minds. Should I sneak away and then contact you via\nmore conventional means or just barge straight on in? Well, as you noticed, I\ncan be very direct at times, hence me sitting here with you now. These are\ngorgeous, absolutely delicious by the way”. She finished her biscuit and promptly\nselected another.

\n\n

“There is an elderly lady down in\nthe village who bakes them. The Post Office puts them into small bags and sells\nthem for her on behalf of a local cat rescue she supports, bit pricey but very\ngood”.

\n\n

Even as I spoke, my mind drifted\nback a couple of hours to my recent drive to the post office and my earlier\ntrain of thought. Extraordinary. My carefully preserved awful secret was\nalready out, and yet I now sensed no reason to fear my visitor none at all.\n“I’m all ears” I assured her, and of course I was. My visitor had introduced\nherself while she rinsed her hands in my kitchen sink, and then we’d shaken\nhands. Not immediately though because as soon as we had entered, she’d spotted\nFluffy chained to the wall and rushed over to have a closer look at my\nfrightened little puppy girl.

\n\n

“Delightful. Quite delightful”\nwas her opinion and so perfect for the role you have assigned to her. I did\nwonder when I saw the order for the puppy-suit, branching out in another\ndirection?

\n\n

My unexpected visitors' name was\nAmanda Montague-Smythe. Very pretentious isn’t it she’d laughed and added to\njust call her Mandy, everyone else does. Except for her husband, she had\nconfided. Always Amanda with him, a bit of a stiff-necked formal bastard, good\nfamily and all that upper-class rot, but rich, oh so filthy rich” she’d added\nwith a wink, “old money too, tons of the stuff and a godsend to a vicious,\nsadistic bitch like me. You met him earlier!”

\n\n

I shook my head and must have\nlooked puzzled for she laughed again, nibbled on the biscuit and then\nenlightened me. “You met him at the end of your driveway doing his delivery\ndriver impression no doubt abetted by a horrendous East European accent. He\nreally needs to work on that. Does a far better Chinese one but hardly looks\nthe part!”.

\n\n

“That was him?”

\n\n

“Umm…yup, I must call in at that\npost office when I leave and make my contribution towards those poor pussy\ncats, I’ll take a half dozen bags home with me, very pleasing to the palate. We\ndon’t live all that far away so brought that big box over there back from\nGermany with us and delivered it to your village post office as per the label.\nWe keep an old white van handy for…Mmmm, let’s say some deliveries or\ncollections that are better kept as discrete as possible!

\n\n

We didn’t have your house address,\nbut I had a hunch it wouldn’t be long before you came calling, so we had a bar\nmeal in the pub and kept an eye out for you, or at least for whoever came to\ncollect the parcel. You’ll have noted that it was somewhat oversized and\ngenerously covered in that very visible thick reinforced yellow tape.”

\n\n

I nodded. “Almost blunted my\nknife hacking into it!” A thought occurred to me. “Suppose I’d been away, on\nholiday or something?”

\n\n

“That was always a possibility.\nIts happened to us before when we have taken an interest in one of our\ncustomers. Of course, always one of the regular ones who order a lot of stuff\nfrom our more extreme range. You hadn’t spent a huge amount, but as I said, we\nlive not too far from you.”

\n\n

“We?” I asked, Your customers?”

\n\n

She sipped her coffee and nodded.\n“Uh-huh. A colleague of ours founded the business some five years ago; it was\nbecoming increasingly difficult to purchase the sort of items we wanted, indeed\nneeded through more…shall we say sources of mediocre bondage items? There was\nnext to nothing available that would meet our stringent requirements for the\ntack we need to contain and control our stock. Plenty of ‘play-acting’ kit\naround but nothing of substance”. I noted that she literally spat out the\nword ‘play’ with a good deal of contempt.

\n\n

“My research and quite a few of\nmy early purchases showed me that” I noted regretfully thinking of the money\nI’d wasted.

\n\n

“Junk” she observed cynically.\n“Designed for Saturday night ‘lovey-dovey’ fetishists and similar amateur\nwannabe perverts. Try keeping 250 plus pounds of highly muscled angry wild\nstallion bound in that crap while you flog the skin off its recalcitrant rump!\nI wouldn’t recommend it, not if you value your life!” she exclaimed aloud then\ncontinued.

\n\n

“There was a guy in Spain, a\nsuperb leather craftsman who used to supply a fantastic range of kit all made\nto individual order, but he was virtually a one-person business and when he\npassed away…” She paused and shrugged. “Well it was hard to find decent\nreplacements, and of course the one thing you don’t want to risk is anyone\nasking questions as to just why you want stuff of a quality that would make\nAlcatraz or Sing Sings finest restraint items look weak! Any fool can make\nheavy and secure stuff but inevitably always too damn heavy, clumsy and ugly.\nTo do the same but make it light and easy on the eye, well that’s an art!”

\n\n

“So, you decided to manufacture\nyour own items?”

\n\n

“Correct, but please don’t make\nus sound like a bloody car factory! Craft is a better word. Craft our own\nequipment to our unique specifications. A German friend with extensive business\ninterests set up a small company. He discretely bought all the assets,\nequipment, contact lists, etc., from our Spanish supplier and offered his sole\napprentice a very lucrative salary and relocation package. I understand that the\nold man's relatives were happy to get shot of the somewhat unorthodox leather\nbusiness when they discovered that most of what he appeared to make and sell to\ntourists was just a front for his real business. Very conservative Catholics I\nbelieve” she added with a laugh. “I can imagine their faces when they did a\nstock take” she chuckled again.

\n\n

I sipped my coffee thoughtfully, frowned\ntrying to get my head around all that she was saying. “So, you are telling me\nthat this company, this company is just a sort of front for your….your\norganisation or whatever?”

\n\n

Her eyebrows shot up. “Oh\ngoodness me no, not at all. My German friend would certainly take offence at\nthe very notion. Making money is the most important thing in his life…” she\npaused to consider then added. “well maybe joint equal with some of his more\nexotic little hobbies and of course the former pays for the latter”. She\nstopped and then closed one eye in a mischievous wink. “When I say hobbies I’m\nnot talking about stamp collecting either!”

\n\n

I smiled. “I’m not stupid Mandy;\nI think I’ve gathered that. I take it that we are both on the same wavelength?”\nI nodded my head in the direction of my stable.

\n\n

“Oh my goodness, yes, I didn’t\nexactly arrive with a posse of police cars, all blue flashing lights and\nwailing sirens, did I?” Mandy laughed and then added. “But, of course, you want\nto know why and how I knew what I would find or suspected I might find over\nthere?” This time she was the one to nod her head.

\n\n

“I take it that this visit is in\nsome way connected to my equipment orders, but surely you don’t spend all your\ntime, err….?”

\n\n

“Snooping?”

\n\n

“I was going to say, taking such\na personal interest in your customers, investigating them up close as it were!”

\n\n

“No, of course not” Mandy laughed\nthen frowned in thought. “Our little, let’s call it a circle of, well not\nnecessarily friends” she paused and then whispered. “Actually, there are a\ncouple of people I positively hate and loath! Let’s say our circle of\nacquaintances with similar unique interests is not particularly extensive as I\nam sure you can imagine.”

\n\n

“People with interest in\nPonygirls, reluctant ones?” it was my turn to smile.

\n\n

“Ponygirls, ponyboys, yes, but\nthat only touches on one particular aspect of our members varied and perverse\ninterests” she broke off with a wicked chuckle. “Reluctant’ would perhaps be\nrather a mild adjective when it comes to describing the acquiescence nature of\nthe creatures we delight in owning” she gave another evil chuckle and reached\nfor the biscuit plate again. “Very mild!” she repeated thoughtfully.

\n\n

“Another, or a top-up”, I\nindicated her mug and received a thumbs-up, followed by the now-empty biscuit\nplate pushed in my direction. Yeah Gods, how the hell could she keep that trim\nfigure with that sort of an appetite!

\n\n

“Mmmm, lovely, thank you.” She\nsat down again and pulled the steaming mug towards her. Little Fluffy was\nwhimpering quietly in the corner no doubt on account of Mandy taking the\nopportunity to examine her in more intimate detail. At the same time, I was\nbusy with kettle and biscuit tin nor from the smacking sounds behind me had she\nspared her palm.

\n\n

“As I was saying, our numbers are\nlimited, and we can’t exactly advertise for new recruits” she gave a short\nlaugh. “Mind you; I am sure we would get plenty of suitable applicants, one\nonly has to glance at the newspapers to realise how many nasty people there are\nin this world”.

\n\n

“Is that how you see yourself,\nnasty?”

\n\n

Mandy pursed her lips and looked\nat me thoughtfully. “No, no, not really. Different perhaps, superior,\nprivileged. I suppose deep down one does not even think about or consider what\nyou are doing. It becomes, umm, second nature almost natural. One does what one\ndoes, but without thinking about it overmuch because of the pleasure, you\nderive. Throughout history, there have been Masters’, and there have been\nslaves, that was accepted as a social norm. The owned and their owners. Those\nwho wield the lash and those who suffer under it.” She laughed, “Getting rather\ndeep aren’t I and nasty is probably another mild term. Evil, wicked, perverted,\nsadistic, perhaps even sick!” she paused and shrugged her shoulders adding\nquietly “but also completely natural and acceptable for me these days, normal\nand very satisfying in more than one way. But enough, such discussions are a\ncomplete no-no, very bad form in my circle!”

\n\n

“Also unnecessary I expect.”

\n\n

“Quite. None of us is ever going\nto backtrack. The consequences would be unthinkable; I assume you took that\nonboard yourself when you decided to acquire that splendid creature housed out\nthere in your stable plus that cute if terrified, little puppy bitch over\nthere?”

\n\n

I nodded my agreement. I\nunderstood her thinking. There was no way I was ever going to release either of\nmy animals, no way. Nor would any other soul ever find out about them. That\nthought immediately brought me back to Mandy. No soul? I’d failed already on\nthat score big time, hadn’t I!

\n\n

“Security is obviously of the\nhighest priority.” Mandy continued as if reading my mind “Naturally, we all\nhave facilities that would rival, even exceed some Class A prisons.\nUnlike them, we don’t have any namby-pamby liberal rules regarding the use of\nleg irons, chains, collars and the like, plus carte blanch to amuse ourselves\nas we wish and to ensure none of our stock is ever going to wander off and seek\npastures new”.

\n\n

“That was one of the first things\nI thought about,” I told her and gestured to a monitor mounted on one wall. I\npicked up a nearby remote and took her on a whirlwind tour of my farm. She\nnodded approvingly.

\n\n

“Not bad but you were certainly\nnot paying attention earlier were you. My husband noted the camera by your\ngate, so I swung a leg over your fence lower down. I’d strongly suggest getting\nthat replaced with something more substantial plus audible and perhaps\nre-siting your gate camera, maybe adding one or two more as well. I can\nrecommend a suitable company; they have some that have decent motion alarms\nthat work very efficiently. Good enough to let a badger, fox or a cat pass but\nrecognise something our size instantly. You ought to have some of those spread\naround.

\n\n

I decided it was time to take the\nbull by the horns plus I wanted more information about her, about this\nso-called ‘circle of friends’. I was feeling both excited but also a little\nangry at myself, also at her! I had thought I was oh so smart, so safe\nand yet my secret was no longer a secret before I’d barely even been able to\nbegin and enjoy my ponygirls training! I felt a touch indignant about that also\nvulnerable and perhaps even a little afraid. Being a natural loner since\nchildhood, I’d long understood that a secret was only a secret when only one\nperson knew about it!

\n\n

Maybe I’d let those feelings show\nfor Mandy who’d been watching me closely suddenly chuckled and demonstrated\nonce again that uncanny ability to read my mind.

\n\n

“What’s that expression people\nuse” she pondered aloud “Ah, Rocket science, that’s it, that’s what they say.\nIt's not rocket science nor black magic come to that, nor has your admirable\nsecurity been compromised. You found our bondage equipment and accessories site\non the internet, did you not? You saw the various ranges, quite comprehensive\nnow, growing both in items and profitability. The world is full of kinky people\njudging from the sales figures. Hermann is indeed one happy bunny. You will\nalso have noted the significant price jump between our more normal ranges and\nthe extreme range. It isn’t just the quality of the product and craftsmanship,\nbut the price is deliberately set very high.

\n\n

“I noted that,” I remarked a\ntrifle peevishly.

\n\n

That made her laugh. “Oh, don’t\nworry honey, I think from now on you will qualify for items at cost or even\nfree maybe in future. What made you buy in the first place though if I may\nask?”

\n\n

“Your marketing blurb was\ncompelling, might even have been written for me plus everything I saw convinced\nme of quality, those pictures, it all just looked so …so un-escapable!”

\n\n

“That was the intention. A\nsignificant portion of the site is dedicated to just that range, yet only two\nper cent of our sales come from those products. Just a measly two per\ncent! It gets a tremendous number of hits as you can imagine but very few\nsales given the exorbitant prices. The profit from that low per cent is, of\ncourse, useful when compared to that from the other stock. You are right of\ncourse in respect of the quality and as for the pictures…” she broke off with an\nabrupt laugh.

\n\n

“They were real weren’t they,” I\nsaid slowly, realisation dawning. “I mean they were not models, you could never\nsee a face, not in even a single photo, not clearly and the way they were bound\nand posed or perhaps not posed. There was something about them, something you\ncouldn’t quite put your finger on, the look in those anonymous hooded eyes?”.

\n\n

“Very perceptive” Mandy smiled\napprovingly. “Part of the last photoshoot for the most recent update was done\nat my place and featured some of my livestock. Yours truly even appears in a\nfew pics although all you see is a booted leg or an arm holding a crop plus a\ncouple of shots from the rear” she grinned. “I can still do a nice rear shot in\ntight pants. No action pics though and I had to restrain myself for almost an\nentire month to keep their hides in pristine, unmarked condition prior to the\nshoot. Bit of a giveaway if they’d been snapped in their normal state. My whip\nmight have given photoshop a problem to remove” She finished with another\nchuckle and casually added, “ They still had some editing to do though, my\nabstinence couldn’t remove all the old scars left on their hides from my\nobedience training!”

\n\n

“So not many people order from\nyour top end, reality range” I mused daylight beginning to finally dawn.

\n\n

“Reality range, that’s a good\nterm. Nope, very few and so we naturally take an interest in all those that do.\nMany are one off’s never to be heard from again or else they stick to the\ncheaper stuff with follow up orders. No, make that our more economical ranges,\ncheap we don’t do. Maybe we are missing a bet there, but you have to draw a\nline somewhere. Either they are not serious players or perhaps just cheapskates.\nNeither is of interest. People who skimp on gear are likely to skimp\ndangerously elsewhere!” Mandy finished with a nod toward my security monitor.

\n\n

“…and I placed more than one\norder, didn’t I. Spent quite a lot, in fact?”

\n\n

“Sure did honey and so that\ntrigged the green light—possibly worthy of a discrete little visit, especially\ngiven your location. Normally we use a specialist company, expensive but\nvery good at ferreting out peoples naughty little secrets. Then your last order\ncame in while hubby and I were over there on a routine visit and interestingly\nyou had a whole range of precise measurements for the first time. Either you\nhad found your self a willing partner and considering some of our gear they’d\nhave to be ‘very willing’ or there was another reason?” she smiled and turned\nto look at Fluffy.

\n\n

“Elementary, my dear Watson!” I\nmuttered. “Do I get a gilded invitation to join this little club of yours….” I\nstopped briefly as a sinister thought struck me. “Or is there an unpleasant\nending should you get blackballed?”

\n\n

Mandy gave me a big beaming\nsmile. “Possibly to answer the latter but so far that has never happened.” The\nsmile faded abruptly. “Well, not entirely true. Once we nearly had an\nunfortunate incident. One of our older friends rather foolishly became\nenamoured of a much younger woman, even married her, one of those ridiculous\nspur of the moment holiday romances. A cruise ship, a young dancer and a silly\nold fart! The greedy bitch wasn’t interested in sharing his lifestyle, and it\nrapidly became apparent that her interest in him was exclusively confined to\nhis numerous bank accounts. The stupid creature seemed to think that those more\nspecialised little interests of his gave her an excellent reason to add a\nsubstantial bonus on top of what she already intended to take him to the\ncleaners for. Fortunately, he’d had the good sense only to disclose some of the\nless controversial aspects of his unusual interests.”

\n\n

“What happened to her? She\nwasn’t….” I left the question open. I was curious but also feeling a little\nafraid suddenly.

\n\n

“No nothing like that” Mandy\nreassured me then screwing her face up thoughtfully, added. “Mind you; she\nmight have preferred it so. Officially the silly girl simply disappeared one\nfine day. Car was caught numerous times on the autobahn camera system but not\nwhere she intended to get off, never got off at any camera covered exit, just\ndisappeared car as well! That company I mentioned earlier can provide a wide\nrange of very specialised services. The family doctor, conveniently another\nestablished member of our little group testified at the inquiry as to the\n‘schizophrenic behaviour he’d been treating. Missing person, known\nbehavioural, medical problems, the case still open on the books but effectively\nclosed forever.”

\n\n

“So, what did happen to her” I\nrepeated.

\n\n

Mandy feigned a yawn. “Oh, I\nexpressed an interest, being a dancer she was a fit young filly, but Anton gave\nher to his daughter instead. They hadn’t hit it off from the beginning. Sophie\nhad made something of a token effort for her father’s sake, but new\n‘step-mummy’ wasn’t particularly receptive, a right little gold-digging bitch!\nAll I know is that Sophie keeps her locked up along with various other toys in\nthe basement of her villa. A lovely old place I’m told overlooking the Aegean.\nI know that she is still there, but beyond that, nothing. Sophia isn’t given to\ngossip.

\n\n

“Me neither” I assured her.

\n\n

Mandy laughed again. “Don’t\nworry. I think you are in a vastly different league to that money-grabbing\ndeluded little fool. Anyway, given that Robert and I live less than an hours\ndrive from here, we decided to bring your last order over personally. The PO\naddress was a bit of a nuisance, but Robert said he’d plant the idea that as it\nhad urgent stamped all over it, they might like to call or text you. We simply\nsat in the window seat of the local pub with a bar meal and waited till you\nshowed and Bob, don’t ever call him that by the way, he hates it! He simply\ndrove after you and caught you at your gate, serendipity my dear Sherlock.”

\n\n

I made a wry face. “OK. It’s a\nfair cop; you got me bang to rights, ma’am!” We both laughed.

\n\n

“Yes, well on a more serious note\nsince we are talking of cops, anything untoward likely to interfere or deprive\nyou of your ownership of these fine new animals?”

\n\n

I shook my head. “Nope. Highly\nunlikely. Both illegal foreign farmworkers. Nothing in the news, or local\npapers, nothing at all. I doubt if they have even been reported missing, or\never will be. Maybe there will be questions asked back in their home county at\nsome stage, but by then the trail will have been cold for a long time”.

\n\n

Mandy nodded approvingly.\n“Illegals are so useful in that respect. One wonders whether Brexit will make\nit better or worse when it comes to adding to one's stock? I always….” Her\nphone beeped at that point interrupting, and she paused to check it then tapped\nout a brief message.

\n\n

“Bob, Robert I should say, just\nchecking up on me”. I sent him a quick message before entering your stable.\nMandy gave a short laugh. “He’s just making sure that I have not ended up\noccupying one of your empty stalls! You do intend to add more stock I assume?

\n\n

Strange, I thought once more.\nThose silly casual thoughts that I had amused myself with earlier when I’d\ndriven to the village to collect my parcel. Idle fantasy speculation yet\nnow…..now not at all speculative as I looked at the serious face of my\nvisitor.

\n\n

I blinked. It was a question I\nwas utterly unprepared for or hadn’t even though about beyond those idle\nfantasy thoughts of an hour or two ago. Hell, I’d only just got Beauty and\nFluffy and I had barely started breaking and training them. More? How many months\nhad I spent thinking about and planning to acquire just one ponygirl and\nthree-quarters of that had been mere masturbatory fantasy? More!

\n\n

Mandy popped the remaining\nportion of her latest biscuit into her mouth and absently selected another, but\nher eyes never left my face with that questioning look in them. She was quite\nserious, and a sudden thought struck me. Was there some sort of ranking system\nmaybe based on how many captive creatures you owned? Was I going to be bottom\nof the pervert league! Was that her concern? I remembered something from one of\nthose tedious ‘flip-chart’ management courses a few years ago. Struggling to\nthink of an answer during an interview, do the politicians favourite\ntrick, turn the question around and throw it straight back!

\n\n

“How many do you own?” I asked\nbluntly.

\n\n

Mandy laughed and pretended to\nthink even going so far as to pantomime counting upon her fingers. \n“Sixteen” she finally announced. “Sixteen jointly, I own ten and Robert has\nsix”.

\n\n

Once again, I was conscious of my\njaw-dropping as I stared at her in amazement. “Sixteen!” I echoed aloud.

\n\n

“Uh-huh, ponies that is. You can\nadd on another half dozen if you count the house slaves and pets as well”.

\n\n

She laughed at my expression.\n“Our little pile of bricks isn’t all that little. Roberts ancestral home to be\nprecise and runs to about forty plus rooms more or less. You don’t imagine that\nI spend all my time pushing a vacuum cleaner, do you?”

\n\n

I shook my head awed by the\ncasual way she’d said it and trying to get my head around the logistics of such\na setup and if every one of them was a captive, sheesh! I had to ask even\nthough I knew what the answer would be.

\n\n

“Of course, silly, why would we\nwant it any other way? ‘Willing masochists’, don’t be silly”. She looked\nat my awed expression and laughed. “Do close your mouth dear before I tumble\ndown that big hole as my mother used to say. I own ten, and my husband has six.\nWe both have our individual preferences, of course. He likes handsome cute firm\nbutted young ponyboys to run as a pair pulling his sulky around the estate.\nThere are various places where he can stop and play when he gets randy. \nMind you I don’t think he’s ever got to the farthest one yet without having\nbuggered one or even both of them en route!

\n\n

Apart from the four colts he has\nalso acquired two massive stallions, I mean massive as well, heavens the sheer\nsize of those primitive beasts, all muscle and raw brute strength.\nAbsolute monsters compared to his lithesome young colts. He must have worn out\na good half dozen whips on that pair, and they’re still half-feral. You should\nsee the leg irons he’s got on them; you could moor up a battleship with them.”

\n\n

“They sound dangerous.”

\n\n

“Dangerous, I'll say they are.\nAll our ponies are dangerous, even the most docile given half a chance would\nturn on us in a flash, so we make damn sure that chance never arises. That\nsavage pair of animals, Sampson and Hercules could probably rip him to pieces\nwith their bare hands in an instant! God, they literally radiate hate!”

\n\n

“Why does he keep them then?”

\n\n

Mandy smiled. “Why do any of us\nkeep them. Power, of course. Power and control, absolute and total control,\nplus other reasons. Robert is not a very tall man, even in my bare feet, I can\ntop him easily. Nor the most muscular. Don’t get me wrong, he’s no weakling,\nfar from it and what he lacks in height is more than compensated by what nature\nendowed between his legs. Way too big and virile for me unless I am in the\nappropriate mood, but I’m fortunate that he has other tastes.”

\n\n

“His cute ponyboys?”

\n\n

“Got it on one.”

\n\n

“So, what does he use the\nbig ones for, racing?”

\n\n

Mandy chuckled and shook her\nhead. “Nah, way too big, too slow and far too clumsy. No, like I said it’s\nabout power, power and control. There isn’t enough of him to make up even half\nof one of them, yet he is the one in charge, the owner, the master, the tamer\nof wild beasts, and there isn’t a damn thing those brutes can do about it. No\ndoubt they are aware of the irony, named after legendary strongmen but he has\nalso ensured that they are helpless and impotent. He uses them like beasts for\nmanual labour, hauling huge logs or yoked to a plough or farm cart, meaningless\ntasks half of the time, but they have no choice but to comply, his whips\nensures that”

\n\n

I nodded, my eyes becoming\ndistant as I took in what she was saying and various exciting images stored on\nmy hard drive came to mind. Maybe Beauty would find herself put to work hauling\nsome of that accumulated rubbish outside down to a suitable collection point.

\n\n

“Of course” Mandy continued,\n“using a whip or whatever always gets one so randy” she paused to point over at\nlittle Fluffy, “judging from that animal's sore rump you will have found that\nout and presumably used the bitch to satisfy yourself. Bob likewise. He just\nloves to work those sweaty brutes to the point of exhaustion, beat one it until\nit is on the point of collapse, then unleash his enormous dick to sodomise the\nbrute. The master and the mastered. The colossus humbled, humiliated and\ndegraded by another great erect behemoth!”

\n\n

“Size does matter then” I\nquipped.

\n\n

“Sorry,” Mandy apologised wiping\nher mouth again a few moments later after I’d mopped the table with several\npieces of kitchen towel. My sense of humour had triggered hers just as she was\ntaking a mouthful of coffee as she finished speaking and immediately spluttered\neverywhere.

\n\n

“No harm done, my fault really\nfor setting you off, but what about you, your ponies? Do you really have ten?”

\n\n

“Yo, as they used to say in the\ncavalry. My tastes run more to speed along with grace, style and beauty as\nopposed to my husbands more basic preferences for brute force and buggery!” she\nadmitted. “I have a couple of matched chariot pairs that I race. I love\ntraining two ponies to move as one, two fast leggy racing singletons and of\ncourse, dressage is my other passion. The grace and elegance of a beautiful\npony performing a perfect routine to music and the crack of my whip. My\ninterest in pairs extends to that area as well. My champion set, a pair of\nidentical twins and my newest acquisitions still very raw, a mother and\ndaughter set.

\n\n

“Really?”

\n\n

“Yes, going to be a bit of a\nchallenge given the age but then that’s part of the attraction. Fortunately,\nmummy was careless and got herself knocked up quite young, but I can see why,\nthe filly is just eighteen and a real honey while the mare is only thirty-five\nand still looks good, more like an older sister. I know they will thrill the\nspectators when in competition with the more usual performers. Still at the\nbasic stage though and they both need to shed a few kilo’s to look their best,\nmummy in particular. ”

\n\n

“That sounds so...so exotic and\nso...”

\n\n

‘Wicked?” Mandy laughed. “Give me\na few months to whip them into shape, literally I might add. Get the routine\nperfected, the makeup right, and they will look as good as my twins, better\nmaybe given the background. But yes, deliciously wicked!”.

\n\n

“Yes, but in a mind-bogglingly\nsexy way.”

\n\n

“Mmmm” Mandy murmured looking out\nof the window at something more in her mind than outside. “They will be divine\nperforming in the show ring and goodness, oh so different. However it was a\ntough decision, should I add them to stable or house? I could have made good\nuse of them in more intimate ways, imagine, an attractive mother-daughter\ncombination in ones bed!” She finished with a slightly regretful sigh.

\n\n

I frowned puzzled. “You still\ncould, I mean....” I stopped as Mandy shook her head and made a flapping motion\nwith one hand.

\n\n

“No,” she said emphatically, “I\ncould not. I am not Bob, nor am I Elenor Braithwaite, she is my biggest\nrival by the way both on the track and in the show ring. A miserable sour-faced\nold hag I’d advise staying well clear of her. Once in my stable my ponies… ” \nShe broke off as her phone vibrated demanding her attention for a second time.

\n\n

I waited while her long elegant\nfingers tapped out a response. “Robert again” she paused to glance down at the\ncell phone then tapped once to send. “Getting a bit impatient, he’s like that.\nI remember our wedding night, god it was like getting hit by a freight train;\nfortunately, I have managed to slow him down a bit over the years, although I\ndoubt his ponyboys would thank me for extending their misery” she grinned.

\n\n

I gestured towards her mug and\nthe biscuit plate she’d single-handedly emptied again. “Would you…”…

\n\n

“No, better not. I can’t keep my\nBig Bob, don’t you ever call him that either honey, not to his face. I can’t\nkeep him waiting any longer, not after a week in Germany away from his ponies,\nso boy will the unlucky ones get well pounded tonight. I told him to pick me up\nat the bottom of your drive in about half an hour. Come on, let's go revisit\nyour splendid animal and I’ll give you a hand with those ultra-expensive hoof\nboots you bought. Much easier with two of us to do it. Let us see how the\nsplendid beast looks! Will, she appreciate your generosity I wonder?”

\n\n

We both laughed as we got up from\nthe table.

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