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The Involuntary Master
By R. W. Lewis
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This is a fictionalized story ripped-inspirited from today’s’ News headlines, a real true life story following one man determination to rescue his wife, who has been sold by a so called family friend and taken into the modern sexual slave trade.
Warning Mature Subject Material Describes Nudity, Sexual situations and practices
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All characters and the story are fictional and any similarity to actual events or persons is purely consequential. All fictitious characters engaged in such fetish sexual practices are portrayed as being at least 18 years of age or older.
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Beginning
The
Involuntary Master & His Ponygirls
by
R.W.
Lewis
“Accept
that some days you’re the pigeon, and some days you’re the
statue”
Quote by Roger C. Anderson
Part
One; The Abduction of Coffee
Sub story: Whom government really protects
It’s late Sunday evening and on the northbound Amtrak Surfliner Perlita Wilson was returning from a weekend of visiting friends in San Diego. She had enjoyed the time with friends she had not seen for a long while, and admittedly also the time out away from her husband of twenty plus years Robert.
At first when Perlita left Friday night she was irritated that he did not accompany her. Robert cited that this weekend he had made commitments that he needed to honor. At least the Amtrak business class her husband Robert booked for her was comfortable and had a light snack and soda bar.
There appeared to be only five other passengers in the single double decked business class car, three older rough looking men, one of whom was very overweight and two cute younger brown complexioned in their late teens or early twenties Latina girls.
The two Latina girls seemed more asleep than awake. Soon after the train left San Diego Union Station Perlita also began to feel sleepy. She did think this was not abnormal, for she often fell asleep during long trips, especially in the auto when Robert was driving. Perlita Wilson was in a semi-unconscious state when the Surfliner made an unscheduled stop between the regular Solano Beach and Oceanside stations.
That is when the two young Latina girls were helped off, more to say carried off the train by two of the older rough looking men. The oldest, fattest (300 lbs) and ugliest remaining third man, pulled an unresisting Perlita Wilson to her feet and she also joined being sleep-walked off the train. Her walker, was saying to the other men "This one is a little old but better we show up with the correct number of new livestock to train than the boss be pissed at us, instead of being be pissed off at the Calexico livestock supplier who shorted us a brown pony. Likely, the boss will be pleased at the fact we were sent to get three new brown ponies and we returned with three brown ponies, with the addition net gain of a pony. Lucky there was this brown Latina available on board to obtain after I was able to spike her soda.”
The three men sleep walk the livestock, as they now called the girls, to a semi-concealed livestock trailer, parked at that rail siding.
When they got there, the items of livestock were stripped, for ponies do not wear clothing. Their hands, arms are bound and pinned behind them, stretched so that the opposing hand is almost grasping the opposing elbow. For ponies have no use for arms. This stretches the joints of the those arms, rolling the shoulders back and forcefully straightening the upper body posture, chest in this case breasts thrust forward. The three women next have a gag ball bit tightly inserted, strapped about the head into their mouth, sealing the mouth and a two foot hobble-leg spreader bar is attached right above their knees.
The men dump the livestock into and chain the girls down to tie down rings in the livestock trailer, which is driven east up the only road away from the coast and this unscheduled and irregular train stop siding.
Robert Wilson, Perlita’s husband waiting at the Amtrak Station at one of the northern end scheduled station stops, watches as the northbound Surfliner arrives only 35 minutes behind schedule. He notices that only one business class car is coupled to this train. Having confirmed both with Perlita and her friends in San Diego via cell phone earlier that this is the train she boarded and not seeing her, he takes a peek into the most likely area where she would have been sitting.
On the luggage rack through the open business car door he recognizes Perlita’s two bags, immediately he flags down the business car conductor. Pointing out the two pieces of luggage to her and boarding the business car with the female conductor protesting her objections, he attempts to show her the name tags on the bags.
It is then Robert sees on the seats directly next to the luggage rack Perlita’s backpack and bag she used as a purse.
Then Robert points to these additional items as proof that something was amiss, "my wife got on this train originating in San Diego and now somehow for some reason she is no longer on this train."
The young female Conductor being more concerned with the operating schedule of the running train on the instructions of the dispatcher informs Mr. Wilson "you have to exit this train now and you cannot take these items. But you can claim them at the main Los Angeles Union Amtrak Station Lost and Found after they have been processed in seven to ten days, once you have produced proper identification, as per Amtrak Policy."
Robert exclaims "that is insane, here we have immediate proof my wife is missing and you tell me Amtrak train policy is to withhold this proof for seven to ten days!"
The young female Conductor, when Robert boarded over her objections, had also called for backup on her shoulder radio. The backup was a pair of local city policemen, for whom the train station was in their assigned patrol area. On arrival they assume given Mr. Wilson’s agitated state assume that he is just an out of control nut case. They instantly go into suppression mode and ignore what he was attempting to explain, one of the officers takes the nut case into a choke hold to prevent any chance of him resisting.
What the officers did not know is that Robert Wilson has a damaged heart, due to an earlier massive heart attack suffered on the job and now he was medically retired. The stress of the circumstances of his wife being clearly missing has raised his blood pressure to a dangerously high level.
The officer drags Robert in the choke hold off the train, without Perlita’s items, so the conductor can radio for the engineer to proceed and have the train continue on.
Robert’ body now being physically assaulted and unable to take a breath pushes Robert’s blood pressure, his pulse rate up that last measure and triggers another heart attack.
The officer that has him in the choke hold has started to read the now unconscious Robert his Miranda Rights. Only after the reading of these rights and Robert’s repeated non-response to the question did he understand his rights did the second patrol officer find Robert unconscious, his breathing rapid and shallow, his face flushed and his pulse rate a killing one hundred fifty beats per minute. The paramedics are summoned and again for the second time in his life Robert Wilson faces a less than five percent chance of surviving this his second heart attack.
Early in the dawn of the the next morning to the southeast, Perlita Wilson wakes to find herself nude, arms bound and pinned behind her, unable to speak because of the gag ball bit deep in her mouth and hobbled by the two foot spreader bar between her knees. Perlita sees again the two Latina girls from the train with her, in what appears to be a stall.
Then the ugly old fat third man from the train, the night before appears at the stall entry, in his five foot ten inch height he is dressed in cowboy fashion pointed brown boots, jeans, leather belt, checkered shirt, cowboy style hat and around his double chin and triple neck is a leather collar embroidered, “TRAINER GEORGE.”
"Well now. You three new ponies today you start your new lives. You two brown young ones could be show ponies and as for you old coffee complexioned one, you will be a draft animal. First things first, you are all going to have your pony adjustment operation, followed by light instruction."
Perlita and the two Latina girls, unable to speak can only make a moaning sound through the gag.
Trainer George steps up to each of them and slaps each of them with an open hand hard, leaving his red hand print on their faces and telling them "none of that, ponies do not moan. You may as well get used to not having a voice now,"
Just then a woman in a white nurse uniform comes into the stall and injects the three new items of livestock with a sedative.
Perlita and both girls are screaming in their mind and mouth, "What are you going to do to me? Help! God, help me! Anyone help!"
They hear fat Trainer George laugh evilly and tell them, "For you three ponies the first step to becoming a ponygirl is to cut your vocal cords. After all ponies cannot talk or communicate with humans, they only obey orders", as they lose consciousness.
It was in the early dusk of evening by the time Perlita and the two other victims wake up, back in the same stall lying on piles of straw. Not only is her throat sore but other parts of her body as well. Trainer George and someone he called Mr. Vet are discussing the results of their pony adjustment operations.
Mr. Vet reports "It went well, even for old Coffee there. No problems, just a quick double cut of the vocal cords in the voice box via the throat and now they are voiceless. Also the piercings and insertion of rings I placed for maximum nerve stimulation. One on each breast at where the nipple rises from the areola, also one at the base of the clitoris just under the hood of the upper labia lips and of course one centered in the septum of the nose. Including old Coffee, they should be ready for training in three days.
Further that old one is a rare health wonder; her body is physically in the same condition as those likely half her age two young ones. Additionally, the physical ponygirl draft work training she will be subject too will tighten her muscles even more and vastly improve her figure. Also my guess because of her age, mentally she is most likely to be headstrong during her transformation training."
Trainer George replies, "Mr. Vet do not concern yourself, that old coffee only has to learn how to work, pull more than her weight nothing fancy, unlike those two young ones who will learn perfect ponygirl dressage or join the old Coffee on the auction block destined for hard draft labor. I do have a few training tricks to use with all of them that have rarely failed. Mr. Vet, I’ll see you in three days for the pre-training medical check."
The very next morning Trainer George brings into the stall two monitors and hangs them where they could be viewed from the stall and out of reach for the soon to be three ponygirls.
He then without saying a word for each livestock tugs at all the rings, first the nose ring, then the nipple rings both right and left and finally the clitoris ring. They all shudder to show that what he was doing was painful. Trainer George simply ignored their pain, for it smiling he appeared to enjoy causing them pain. After tugging all their rings he holds each of them down one-by-one stepping on the spreader bar between their spread open legs. Trainer George then puts his hand between their labial lips, forcefully inserting three of his fingers, violating their vulva openings while ignoring the upper body thrashing about each of them does. Saying to Old pony Coffee you surprise me, you are as tight as these two younger ponies.
After his abuse and violation of them, he gives them their first orders as ponygirls. "Enjoy your next few days of light training, for you must watch and learn what you will be doing for as long as you live or until you are no longer of use, whatever comes first."
Trainer George then tapes their eyes open with surgical tape. No matter what they did now, the tape kept their eyes open, he then chains them, first the two younger ones in front of one monitor and Perlita in front of the other, He tells the two young ponies "make sure you also look at what Pony Coffee is going to do, remember if you are not a show pony, you will be a work pony." He turns the monitors on, again orders them "now ponies watch, learn and enjoy." They all stare in shock at the ponygirl pictures they see.
It is four days later; Robert wakes up in the prison ward of the county hospital. Robert has been fighting with every fiber of his being to return to living world, from the formless void. Fighting to return, because his treasure, his wife of twenty years is missing and in trouble.
In that formless void of unconscious, he knows that if his Perlita, his Coffee, because when they first met she had a sun darkened coffee ebony complexion - the pet name he called her in tender moments - is to be found, to be rescued, he realized is the one who would have to do it.
In that formless void of unconscious Robert finds strength he ever knew he had and could use, to return to his damaged body in the living world.
A body where were it not for his direct prior written instructions about having both of his Cardiovascular and General Practitioner medical doctors attend him, Robert’s will to live alone would likely have not been enough, for the Bureaucracies were at work to remove having a body to return to.
After Robert collapsed, given the circumstances of Perlita’s disappearance, the total lack of competence on display in response by Amtrak, the police department and other associated Government Bureaucracies, City, County, State and Federal went into Major Cover Your Ass mode!
Government Bureaucrats had long ago learned the best Cover Your Ass (C.Y.A.) is to cover up and bury the problem, in this case Robert Wilson. Because without a complainant Wilson is no action to be taken, the wife Perlita vanishing becomes moot, plus in the bureaucrats favor, it is a fact that the number one cause of vanishing wives are their own husbands. This is all the justification required to use and abuse the full investigative powers of law enforcement.
First Bureaucratic CYA action is to leak to the press and media by deep background inside sources that Robert murdered his wife and cleverly disposed of the body, in the hopes of generating false witnesses or evidence.
Second Bureaucratic CYA, while Robert is held isolated in the county prison hospital ward, these Bureaucrats attempt to deny proper medical care, on the basis of omission, not being familiar with his health problems. Thus by having his personal doctors in attendance prevents his legal murder by omission.
Third Bureaucratic CYA, search warrants are issued without just cause, those searches are turned into media events, full of disinformation, always hinting that the husband is about to be arrested and charged by the police once they obtained proof.
The last Bureaucratic CYA, as soon as Robert regains consciousness, the interrogators and the closers at the ready are called in, in the hope that Robert Wilson would be induced to make an incriminating statements if not a confession in his weakened state.
So, the first thing Robert hears on returning to the living world is the standard good cop, bad cop interrogation routine run on him. Bad Cop would yell, scream, accuse and get as physical as he could without leaving marks.
The good cop, she would intervene, would speak gently, urge Robert to be remembered as a good husband. She urges Robert to tell the truth, let Perlita’s soul rest in peace, get it all over with in point of fact both were seeking the same objective “Confess your murder of your wife.”
Robert prefers the outright honesty of the lies the bad cop over the sincere dishonesty of the good cop. During this interrogation routine which Robert does not say anything, he only asks two questions repeatedly, "Has my wife been found? If not, what has and is being done to find her?"
After a full day, the morning of the second day in the world of the living five days after Perlita’s disappearance Robert Wilson ends this interrogation routine cycle, by dressing and heading for the hospital ward door before the next interrogation session is begun. But before reaching the door, three county prison guards enter the room, order him "assume the position, you are not going anywhere."
Robert simply refuses and walks up to within a step of each of the three prison guards, reads out loud their badge number and name tag three times, while appearing to closely examines the face of each guard. When he finishes, Robert tells them "you may all go now, since I can now identify some of my captors who imprison me without arrest or charges."
He then again walks to the door, commanding the guards to stand aside while stating "Be warned, do not have yourself brought up on assault charges. Remember I have a heart condition and anyone physically touching me can and will be charged with manslaughter, if not murder two, if I again collapse and or die in your custody.
You know that as prison guards, your life expectancy as a prison inmate is less than mine presently." It is then the three guards to a man step back away from Robert.
Robert after finding the door locked next says loudly; "to whoever is on duty to record my statements, ok if I am under arrest someone better produce the arrest warrant now! And if I am under arrest I want to see the charge sheet along with my one phone call and a lawyer from legal aid! If I do not have the charge sheets, followed by my phone call and lawyer shortly, I will attempt to break out of here and if I die because of the my physical effort to exit your illegal imprisonment beyond the time you can hold someone without charges there are tens if not hundreds of anti-authoritarian, anti-police attorneys out there in the world ready to make your life a legal hell."
In less than three minutes the door lock clicks, Robert opens the now unlocked door and starts to walk out of the room. In the hallway he is blocked by many high ranking bureaucrats, so many let us just say the City, the County, the State and the Federal Bureaucracies are well represented.
Robert addresses them, "Thank you all for being here. First I still am awaiting an answer to my two questions? An answer other than the one I already know, which is: NO! My wife Perlita of twenty years has not been found and so far all of you have done NOTHING!
My priority one is to find my wife Perlita, whether you help or not is up to you. I ask you at least not to hinder my efforts. What I do after finding my treasured Perlita will be dependent on the circumstances, the factors of your level of assistance and finally the condition I find my beloved treasure is in.
Again that is all, so stand aside you have wasted five days – one hundred twenty hours - placing me twenty-four hours beyond the ninety-six hour window of the statistical certainty of finding a missing person such as my beloved Coffee alive, unharmed and not changed.
Meanwhile,
on this fifth day since her vanishing from the Northbound Amtrak
train, approximately fifty-five miles southeast of where Robert
stands, on the Ponygirl Factory Training Farm, Trainer George has
started the physical training of the now old ponygirl renamed Coffee,
after her pale coffee colored complexion. Trainer George plans to
have ponygirl Coffee fully ready in five or less weeks for the Farm’s
next Ponygirl Auction. Old Pony Coffee will become a working
ponygirl, working draft livestock to be exact.
END PART ONE
Part Two “Beginning Training”
Sub story: Preparations
“It’s not enough we do our best; sometimes we have to do what’s required.” -quote by Sir Winston Churchill
Robert Wilson walks out the front entrance of the County Prison Hospital Building into a media horde, encamped outside. As they mob the principle for this top story’s news cycle, Robert spots a bank of microphones that were setup and used for press conferences by the bureaucrats he just left in the hall and steps over to them. When the media horde seeing Robert appearing to make himself available for a press conference, the media horde self regulates themselves, becoming quite and arranging themselves to the front of the microphone bank by the pecking order only they know and understand.
Robert looking over the now quite media mob starts to address them.
To the south about fifty-five miles on “The Cowboy” Ponygirl Training Factory Farm, Perlita Wilson, now ponygirl in training renamed Pony Coffee after her pale coffee brown complexion on waking up still mentally exhausted after sleeping with her eyes taped open for the last four days. Eyes that were taped open after her pony operation, an operation that has muted her voice and mutilated her with rings through the base of her nipples, through her nose and one inserted at the base of her clitoris just showing from the hood of the top of her upper labial lips. Eyes taped open so there was no way for her not to see, the images of ponygirls, now her future. Depriving her of sleep to start the process of breaking her mentally, so to be combined with physical exhustion,
Mr. Vet is examining Coffee, checking her and her two stall mates' condition for further training. Outside the stall they can hear Trainer George muttering loudly, impatiently, damn-it Mr. Vet are they ready for my hard training, hurry up so I can get to my job, we need to accelerate this livestock to be ready for the next auction.
Perlita and the two stall mates remember what this trainer did to them right after the muting operation. How he enjoyed causing them pain, when he enjoyed tugging their fresh piercings, took pleasure in the humiliation of their physical violation. They now only expect more pain and humiliation from this ugly monster. Little did they know what they were about to endure, that if they were to be given any time to think, be left alone unwatched. Individually the three of them would find a way to die, to kill themselves. However, this Pony Training Factory Farm program has been perfected will not allow them time to think or reflect on what they are being forced to do.
They will be watched, and simply Pony Coffee and her stable mates will not be given any options.
The record of this pony girl factory farm is such once they were brought to the Farm, unless there is an outside intervention, they have no choice; they are doomed to like all victims before them to become ponygirls. The Muting operation was the first step of Stage One of the three which will transform them physically, sexually and finally mentally with the destruction of their humanity into ponygirl livestock.
Back north at the press unscheduled conference; Yes, Robert is answering, statistically husbands have been the number one cause and that is why I will always be a person of interest until the question why my wife vanished is answered. He then asks, Next Question?
No, because of the ongoing investigation I cannot speak about details at this time, I can only say there is an overload of misinformation, simply crap! Yes, I said CRAP, floating around about this case. The simple public facts are My Philippina wife of plus twenty years, who could be mistaken for a Latina, boarded a northbound train in San Diego and was not on the train when it arrived at the station where I was to pick her up. I saw her purse, her backpack and luggage, left behind on the train, those items are now also I believe are now lost. During events, actions taken by those involved resulted in my having an induced heart attack and lost consciousness. Those responsible I will seek to hold accountable at a later date. Yesterday I regained consciousness and was questioned.
Today learning that I am not under arrest or charged with my wife’s disappearance I am going home to take care of things and ready myself for searching for my missing Perlita. A search that is now handicapped because statistically the ninety-six hour window for a missing person returning safe and sound has now passed over twenty-four hours ago.
Due to that fact, that all investigative efforts have been wrongly directed at myself, there has been no other investigative effort made. Therefore it appears that task to find my Perlita is now mine alone. I now pray that she will be found alive, for this is all the hope that is left for my treasured wife of plus twenty years. Thank you that is all I have to say, Robert then walked away from the microphones and into the first taxi in line at the taxi stand to take him first to the train station to pick up his vehicle which fortunately was parked in long term parking, then home.
To the south again - Mr. Vet, permanent staff of the Ponygirl Training Factory Farm, having now completed his medical checkups, called Trainer George into the stall and said ok, they are healed enough to be cleared for physical training.
Trainer George replies about time! The Trainer attaches a lead to each of the girls ball bit in the stall and one by one leads them to one of the four tie down rings in the four corners of the stall. So, that three of the four corners of the stall have a ponygirl half bent over their butts level with their heads. They are scared because some of the images they viewed on the monitors for the last four days showed that this position was used to whip a pony girl’s butt red and painfully raw.
Instead, each of them one by one felt the Trainer probe between their butt cheeks until he found their anus, that’s when they felt something being inserted, painfully stretching their anus.
Just when it felt like he was going to tear their butt hole open, their anus contracted and seated around a grooved recess of the probe. Trainer George when he allowed them to straighten up, able to look at each other. The three stable mates saw each of them now sporting a pony like tail from their butts, which barely reached below the spreader bar between the back of their knees.
Trainer George told them, ponies have tails so get used to having your butts plugged nearly 7/24 your body function there is now to be totally controlled, you will take a dump when I tell you too. This is part of your pony girl training to learn you are not human any more, you are livestock that needs to be stable broken. You have your tails, now to fit you with your training hooves. Perlita and her stable mates watched as the Trainer fitted each of their bare feet with a shoe, which looked like a pony’s hoof and came half way up the legs to the knee. Each of them soon learned in these shoes they were forced to stand only on the flats of their toes. Their heel and arches were suspended, forced supported high in an extreme high heel pose. A stance which they found hard to remain balanced, falling down as they tried to walk.
The trainer then placed one more item of tack on them; it was a wide leather collar with bare metal band on the inside against their neck with a single lead ring on the outside front and a small square box outside on the back of their necks. George the Trainer transferred the lead to the ring on the collar and now starts to lead the ponygirls out of the stall. Perlita falls, at which George with an evil chuckle says time for you Pony Coffee to learn about your collar. If you fall, fail to obey, follow my orders too slowly this is what will happen, oh yes not just you Coffee, all of you. He reveals holding in his left hand a switchbox on which he presses a button, all three of them are shocked painfully by an electric shock, from their necks and butts.
Perlita and the other girls are down on the ground thrashing in pain, choking. He releases the button, with the pain being inflicted gone their thrashing stops, he orders them up, up on your hooves, showing them again the switchbox. As fast painful as it is they get to their hooves-feet quickly, as they look at each other the three share a look showing understanding that it is not only one alone, but this treatment the three together must endure.
Trainer George as much as he wants to have them fall and enjoy shocking them, they are so cute the women pony bitches when they thrash around like that, but I have a training schedule to keep. He has taken them outside to the automatic walker, which will walk them for the rest of the day to train them to balance on their new hooves and not to fall.
Later in the day, Trainer George becomes bored when the three trainees appear to be starting to master walking slowly in their hooves. His gives his last orders for this day. You are to learn balance walking on your hooves, get it into your brains, you are now ponygirls and tomorrow you start to learn how to properly trot, canter and gallop as ponies. Only humans walk, jog and run, remember you are no longer human you are livestock! He then walks away leaving them attached alone being auto walked slowly and all being automatically shocked when one falls.
They quickly master walking in the hooves, motivated by the painful electric shocks. The intervals between falling, being shocked increases until Pony Coffee and her two stable mates are able to walk on their hooves the final four hours without interruption, when one of the farm’s junior grooms comes to take them in to be fed and watered just after dusk.
Robert Wilson drives his vehicle into his drive way parking at his residence that was shared not only with Perlita, but with their four pet adopted cats. Robert realizes many people would find it strange that with a wife missing, having just recovered consciences from a heart attack, to be thinking about the welfare of a pet. Most people, who have dealings with Robert, just do not understand him. He is a man with few close friends who deeply respect him; understanding is something not required by Robert of others. In his entire life of fifty-five years only one person proved that she did truly understand him and Perlita has now vanished. Robert is known by those few close friends to be a person who takes relationships and obligations even to his pets seriously.
Robert finds the front door is broken open with police tape covering the entry. He enters his one story condo residence to find its condition best described as it has been “Ransacked.” He notes that both his laptop and CPU of his desktop computers are gone from the converted front bedroom he uses has an office. He then looks for and finds the business desk number of the local county sheriff station and calls.
Hello, this is Robert Wilson at number….street….Yes, I am that Robert Wilson. My residence was not broken into, you say, it was searched. Sure does not look that way to me, can you dispatch a photo car to record, what no! You cannot? You say I can pick up items you took during the search? What! You took my property and now demand a storage, processing and return fee? I have not been arrested or charged for any crime- fine I will be there tomorrow at 10 am please have the damage claim forms ready and my laptop and desktop CPU for pickup I will just add any charges you take from me to my claim. No I do not require anything else from you, for I have learned, law enforcement as a bureaucracy is not interested in law or justice, same to you good night!
Robert found one good thing, his office cat Suzy Wong, who at fifteen years is old and fail for a cat. He was glad to find her alive and hungry. It appeared she had enough dry food in her oversized bowl to last up to just yesterday. As for the other three other adopted pet cats, Boots, Peter and Friendly, they were capable of being outside and used their hunting skills supplement their food supply, as the pile of discarded entails on their favorite dumping spot the front door mat proved. But he opened a half a dozen cans of wet cat food for them, refilled their dry food dispensers and water dishes. Which they immediately crowded around him, after rubbing up against his legs to show that they were happy to have one at least of their masters back.
Then he turned to un-ransacking their condo residence. After finding his digital camera, he first recorded the condition of the residence. Then to the cleanup, a task that kept him up into the early morning hours. With still much left to be done, his body required him to rest.
As Robert dropped off to a deep sleep of exhaustion, to the south Perlita-Pony Coffee was being awoken a few hours later, early by a junior groom who had been instructed to ready Pony Coffee for her training that day. Pony Coffee was led to the grooming wash down area, where the groom pulled out her butt plug tail. Perlita’s bowels having been forcefully backed up since the prior morning, emptied, as the groom stepped back expectedly, Pony Coffee next found herself being hosed down with cold water.
Main target of this water stream was to her butt and legs to wash away the running brown stains. After the groom was satisfied the pony was rinsed clean, he next led her to stand in front of a large fan to air dry. While air drying Perlita-Pony Coffee witnessed her stable mates undergoing the same procedure.
They when dry enough, one-by-one the groom had them bend forward and with a firm quick push had their rinsed tail plugs reinserted before they were returned to their stall. Perlita-Pony Coffee was concerned, for it appears her anus is no longer sore, and has accepted having a tail plug. Her subconscious persona wonders what this means?
At the stall Trainer George was holding more pony tack in his right arm. Without a word, the ball bit gags where exchanged for the standard blinder, bar bit, and ponygirl head harness, for without vocal cords they are permanently voiceless mutes. The junior groom reappears and places along the front wall right wall of the stall in holders three pans of plain oatmeal and water.
Trainer George orders them to eat breakfast, you have fifteen minutes. After that you will be in training until the mid-day break. It is clear that from now on they will be eating their meals with a bar bit in their mouths.
At fifteen minutes on the dot, Trainer George orders them to stop eating. The junior groom steps up to wipe their faces and inexperienced bar bitted mouths. They are led to the indoor training building next to the main stable with their shared stall - in there they see other ponygirls on equipment in various stages of training.
Perlita-Pony Coffee is placed and tethered on a treadmill with the spreader bar removed from between her knees. Trainer George tells her this morning you are going to learn how to trot, after this morning you Pony Coffee will trot everywhere, when not being ordered to canter or gallop. Just as a reminder for not making an effort to trot, a shot for you alone, as Perlita-Pony Coffee is shocked again. Trainer George then starts the treadmill moving first at one and a half miles an hour. Using a riding crop he orders Pony Coffee - raise your knees higher, bring them down forward, keep your knees high! He strikes Pony Coffee repeatedly under the knees to ensure that they are being raised high enough until she is consistently raising her knees high.
He then increases the treadmill up to two and a half miles per hour. Perlita-Pony Coffee adjusts her gait to keep up the pace, still raising her knees high. Then she starts to have her shoulders rock back in forth, to compensate for not having the use of her arms for balance, which are pinned behind her. Trainer George whacks both her shoulders hard, raising long red marks, telling her ponygirls keep their shoulders level while trotting. Pony Coffee keep your knees high, lean into each trot step and keep your shoulders level or I will whack you again!
Perlita-Pony Coffee is now just concentrating on getting the ponygirl trotting correctly performed. Without knowing it, Perlita-Pony Coffee has taken the next step toward becoming a ponygirl. Perlita-Pony Coffee has learned a hidden ponygirl lesson, it is better to obey, without question to escape the pain of the crop and electric shock this monster trainer will inflict. At moderate two and a half miles per hour treadmill trotting rate, Perlita as Pony Coffee has established her rhythm, bringing her knees high, leaning into each trot step and her shoulders are perfectly level. As Trainer George observes, thinks damn too bad we did not get this one when she was younger, even now she displays the potential for a show pony.
Satisfied, Trainer George turns his attention to Pony Coffee’s stable mates. Those two ponygirls in training had watched and learned from Pony Coffee what this training monster wants from them right now. The three of them are all soon with each in their own rhythm, trotting on training treadmills along at a moderate two and a half miles per hour, up to the mid-day break which is more for the benefit of the Trainers and Grooms not the ponies. At that time they are given a short thirty minute rest, during which they are watered and allowed a light snack of granola with dried fruit to eat.
After the break Trainer George decides to test them, muttering how he is going to push and break them down. Hoping they do break and fall, thinking how good it is to be ponygirl trainer, how I can payback these women bitches who rejected me as a young man. After about an hour George increases the treadmill rate to three miles per hour.
The girls adjust their trotting rhythm to the quickened additional half a mile per hour rate. Not satisfied that his trainee’s are not showing signs of breakdown after sixty minutes this women hating trainer Monster George is again raises the rate they are now at a quick trot rate of three and a half miles per hour, the girls again having no choice but to quicken their trotting gait to keep up.
All three ponies’ bodies are wet with their sweat; their bodies are starting to flush with the heat of their physical effort.
Trainer George directs the junior assisting groom to mist their legs with cold water to keep them cool. Pony Coffee feels the cooling water and, unbidden, the memory of the time when she has very ill and had a high burning fever her husband Robert spent hours without a break rubbing her down with cold cloths breaking her fever. Perlita the human inside her subconscious wonders, is Robert searching for me?
It is thirty minutes before the every other day pony frolic cessation, when Trainer George increases the treadmills to four miles per hour, this is the max fast trotting rate. Any higher a canter gait is mandated by the Farm’s training codes. With twenty minutes to go to the programmed break the stable mate, who Trainer George calls Pony Amber starts to show distress at this pace, the other called Pony Brownie is flush with overheating. Perlita/Coffee is becoming flush concentrating on maintaining her gait trotting rhythm, the human persona inside is calling on that memory of her husband Robert cooling her for strength to endure.
It is Pony Amber who breaks down and falls first. Trainer George at first uses the riding crop and whacks her with joy ordering her back on her hooves. When Pony Amber does not rise quick enough the Training monster pushes Pony Amber's shock switch, she starts to thrash about.
Pony Brownie is the next to breakdown and fall, in falling Trainer George repeats the same treatment whacking Pony Brownie and without ordering her up, not waiting, pushes Pony Brownie’s shock switch. Thinking yes, yes payback time on all of you she devil bitches! After watching both of them thrash about for a few minutes, choking and turning blue, he opens their shock switches.
Both Pony Amber and Brownie have been reduced to unresponsive shaking lumps of flesh, grasping for air. Trainer George is in his heaven, paying back the years of being rejected by women as a young man. But wait there is still ten minutes more before the programmed break, I still have more payback to give!