Even Ponygirls Sometimes Get The Blues Ch 02

Codes for this story are M/f, Non-cons, bondage, kidnap, ponygirls, submission, hopefully with some humour, drama, adventure, romance etc. Light fantasy in tone, not usually hard-core. Reader feedback much appreciated, by comment, PM or email.

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Chapter 2. The Ponygirl Trap

"Jessica! You have to get up now. It's nearly time for breakfast," said Kelly urgently as she pulled the sheets from her. The morning was already bright and warm.

Kate, still in handcuffs, took Jessica to the wash facilities. Everything required for basic sanitation and hygiene was provided. With Kate partly incapacitated by her handcuffs it fell to Jessica to assist with her toileting needs, right through to brushing her hair. Jessica didn't baulk at any of these tasks, something noticed by Kate.

Back at the cabin Jessica and Kate found the others loitering, relaxed yet a little anxious at the same time. Some talked quietly but were listening for something. Then they heard the noise they were waiting for came - the gentle rhythmic ringing of small bells. The bells' sound stopped and they immediately took their positions kneeling on their calves in a line.

Jessica remembered her place at the end of the line, alongside the next most-recent bunny, Kelly.

"Good morning bunnies," came a man's cheery voice; unmistakably Australian. The mood lightened. Cheerful greetings were returned to him in a way that didn't happen with Kurt.

Kelly whispered to Jessica: "This is Ray. He's quite nice usually. Kind of cute, don't you think?"

"Looks like there's a new bunny here this morning. Who would that be?" Ray asked, though knowing full well. He liked this view, where they sat kneeling bums on heels - it made a woman's hips seem wider and more voluptuous and the waist narrower, and of course all together more submissive. "Ah Jessica, our new Yankee. I know the bunnies will take care of you here. If you behave yourself and do what the Masters tell you then your stay here will be more pleasant for you. And make sure you listen to what your friends say, or you will be punished."

Jessica gave an ill-advised sigh, having heard a similar speech from Kurt the previous evening, and she hated being called a Yankee!

Ray, heavily tanned, with straggly sun-bleached hair, wore khaki shorts and a Rabbit Island branded polo shirt. His mirrored sunglasses served to reinforce his superiority over Jessica, as did the Indiana Jones style whip attached to his belt. She vaguely recognised him from her awful week at the Lodge, if by accent alone and Ray was fully aware of Jessica's history. Despite his informal style he still carried out an inspection, in front and behind his line of kneeling bunnies. He paused behind Kate, admiring her collar, chain and handcuff ensemble, which stirred his loins a little. Jessica, fingers interlocked behind her, also passed his shape test. Hoping that she might influence Ray into releasing her, Kate tugged against her cuffs and grunted to indicate her discomfort.

"Stand up Kate," Ray commanded. She did so eagerly, in expectation of her imminent release. "Explain to our newcomer Jessica, the inspection drill and how you are expected to conduct yourself. What are the three words?"

"Shit!" said Kate under her breath before reciting that which she knew well. "Upright, silent and still."

"Correct. But that didn't describe you! You'll stay your handcuffs until after breakfast and will receive no assistance with eating. Bunnies dismissed!"

Kate knew the routine, and knelt at the side of the table waiting for her bowl to be set on the ground while the others sat at the table.

Breakfast consisted of Spanish omelette - eggs, potatoes, onions and some melted cheese, plus orange juice with special Rabbit Island additives. As Ray was partly responsible for cooking the breakfast, it gave him satisfaction to see his culinary efforts being enjoyed. While they ate he carried out the routine inspection of the cabin. He was entitled, and tasked, to deliver on-the-spot punishments for any infringement such as mess in or around the cabin, misbehaviour or dissent from the bunnies. Unlike Kurt, who stuck to the letter of the law, Ray's actions were governed more by his own pleasure and carnal instincts. If a bunny was punished it was more likely it was because he wanted to.

Everything in the world was in order as far as Ray was concerned - another warm sunny day on this tropical island doing a job he loved. Naked and chained bunnies kneeling before him in good health and spirits. His new ponygirl pair were performing well. More great sex than he ever dreamed of. He knew there were other important things in life but right then he couldn't think of any.

He stood over Kate, watching her eat, as was Jessica seated at the table next to her. Kate finally finished, like a good doggy knowing that her stainless steel bowl was licked spotless. She looked up at him defiantly, unaware that her faces wasn't as clean as her bowl.

Ray smiled. "Kate and Jessica, go to the old whipping post, right now!"

Old whipping post? New whipping post? These things and many others were still for Jessica to learn. She followed Kate, who headed for the other side of the cabin. Jessica had been whipped several times during her week in the Lodge and trembled with fear at the thought of a beating when she had been looking forward to simply loitering on the beach.

"Jessie, don't worry. He's just going to give us a quick swipe," Kate reassured her nervous companion as they walked slowly to their punishment. Jessica wasn't convinced. Ray soon caught up with them as the walked.

"Ray, can I ask you something?" Kate enquired cautiously.

"Sure!"

"Have you seen Sandra lately? I really would like to know how she is doing."

He didn't answer, knowing that Kate was about to find out. As the turned a corner, Kate saw for herself. Standing there were Ray's two ponygirls attached to the front of single-axle two-seater trap. One of the ponygirls made an unintelligible vocal sound.

Kate studied the ponygirls and yelped "Oh my god! It's Sandra!"

Ray called out to her. "No touching!"

Kate and Sandra stood face to face, though the ponygirl was rather taller even before the added inches of her pony boots. Kate's excitement wasn't shared by the ponygirl who stood motionless, almost impassive.

Ray was proud of his ponygirls and was keen to show off to the new bunny. "This is ponygirl Sandra, and this is ponygirl Karita. Sandra used to be in your cabin before being transferred to the stables four weeks ago. She's been on a tough training schedule ever since. Yesterday she was presented with her first plume and this is her first working day."

Jessica recalled seeing some pictures of ponygirls during her studies at NYU. Some photos were passed around her sorority as a kind of joke. One of the photos was stuck to a kitchen notice board for a while before it mysteriously disappeared. No one ever suspected that Jessica had kept it for herself. Now she was face to face with the real thing. Jessica never imagined there was a real thing!

The ponygirls wore harnesses of some complexity, with straps fastened tight around their bodies. They stood, calm and motionless, elegant and impressive. Highly trained. Both were tall. Taller than Jessica, Kate or even Ray. A fine ostrich plume at the top each of their heads added further to their stature.

Ray saw Jessica's open-mouthed expression of awe, and decided to give a guided tour.

"I've got half an hour to kill so why don't I show you and Kate around my ponies?" he said to Jessica. To be in the company of naked and bound females was the most natural thing in the world to him. He had been a police instructor in his previous existence and began to show the ponies in instructor-style detail; pointing, tugging and stroking the ponygirls as he explained.

Jessica looked on warily, standing behind Kate, her hands on Kate's arms keeping her in position as if to cover her modesty. Ray began his lecture.

"There are three main parts to the ponygirl outfit. The headstock, the harness and the boots," pointing unnecessarily to each section of Karita's outfit as he went. Jessica with her studies in linguistics enjoyed his broad Australian pronunciation.

He continued: "Let's start at the top with the headstock, by which I mean all the straps and fittings around her head and in her mouth such as the bridle. There are two straps going around the head. The top one is the brow strap. It fits tightly around the top of the head right across the forehead. No buckle is needed as this is made-to-measure for this pony. It can't slip down because of the plume strap fixed to each side going over the top of her head. The other strap going around the head is the bit strap which is always level with the mouth and ends in these two large steel rings either side. Next there are the two vertical straps. This one starts at the brow strap runs down behind the ears then intersects with the bit strap before buckling under the chin. I don't like to make this too tight on a working day like today as it can dig into the neck.

"The vertical strap in front of the ears is called the blinker strap. Again it intersects with brow and bit straps. This one also buckles under the chin and should be always be tight because it keeps the jaw clamped against the bit in her month. These little protruding squares of leather on the strap are blinkers. They prevent the ponygirl from seeing anything to the side of her. That way she doesn't get distracted when running, she has to keep her eyes on the track in front and leave the steering to me. The good thing about a made-to-measure headstall is the clean lines of straps because the only adjustments needed are the two chin straps.

"This little chain clipped on the bottom of the chin-strap and fixed to the band above her tits is called a martingale. It curtails upward movements from her head. In fact with this little chain in place and her blinkers, they can't even turn their heads enough to see each other."

"Now we come to the bit. This is the one I prefer for a working day. Take a look in her mouth. It's wedged open by the bit. It's a soft plastic that she can safely bite into. It also full of holes so she has a good open airway.

Karita stood relaxed and poised throughout the demonstration, content to have the attention of her driver. Ray handled her with care and respect yet had the pony driver's technique of never addressing ponygirls as if they were human. This was an crucial part of their ponygirl experience. It could be argued that they were treated with more respect and were more highly valued than many others on the island, who were no more than slaves to be abused.

"Now we come to the harness," Ray continued. "All the leather straps on her body actually make single garment adjusted to fit the ponies perfectly. It's got to be good and tight but still comfortable, otherwise her performance will suffer, and so will she if there are any chaffing points.

"Each ponygirl has a dressage harness, but this is her working harness. This one has a nice worn-in look as it's been around a few years now. They get refurbished and refitted before being allocated to a new pony."

"The harness constitutes these three wide leather bands or belts, one above the breasts, one below the breasts and one around the waist. The top band goes outside the arms, the straps going over each shoulder keep this band in the perfect position. At the front, this thin strap running down the front from the top band to the waist band separates the breasts very nicely."

The palm of his hand traced the strap slowly down Karita's breast bone. He slipped his fingers under the vertical band and in doing so the back of his hand touched one of Karita's breasts. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking pleasure from his unexpected touch. He continued: "See how snug the straps are? The bands are buckled tightly in front of her, and padlocked just in case." He didn't elaborate just in case of what.

"Now step behind ponygirl Karita so you can see how I fix her arms."

Kate and Jessica playing the attentive students followed him round to get a good view. Jessica felt Kate's fingers upon her pussy, a price she had to pay for Kate's visual protection.

Ray continued. "Her forearms are crossed and the wrists are held together by this thick strap which is riveted to the back of her waist band. Buckled and padlocked of course. The straps just above each elbow are tied off tightly at the back of the waist band as you can see. That prevents unwanted arm movements and helps her to maintain correct posture. The elbow and wrist straps are wool lined which so they comfortable for long durations. The hands are not needed for anything so we put them into a fist shape and lace them up tightly in into these suede bags."

Jessica wondered whether Ray ever had to suffer what his ponygirls went through. She had to bite her tongue to prevent herself saying something sarcastic about how helpful Ray was being to Karita. But if the wisecracking Kate was keeping quiet then Jessica figured she'd better do the same.

"Now you see that at the back of each band are two D rings. So that gives us six anchor points for the rig for each pony. It takes a pony driver quite a while to learn how to balance the tension in each anchor point to get the best pull from them. Can you see that lever on the cart that looks like a gearstick? That's almost what it is! If I push it forward it creates some slack in the top bands and allows the ponies to lean forward more. Very useful when going up hill or carrying a load."

He pointed to the ponies' leather boots. They shared the same chestnut brown colour as the bridle and harness straps. Jessica knew a thing or two about shopping for shoes and clothes but never had she seen anything like these. They laced up to just below the knee and looked quite durable. But where there should have been a heel there was nothing, just the space where the high heel should be. A substantial hoof-like shape contained the foot.

Jessica was baffled. "So the ponies are on their toes all the time?"

"Not at all. The boots just gives that illusion. Their feet are well supported. They can run and stand quite easily as you can see. It may look like a hoof from the side but underneath there is a good outdoor sole for running on rough surfaces." He kicked her left hoof lightly and Karita instantly lifted her foot behind her so they could see it.

"Notice the line of small bells running down the back of the boot." He kicked the right one and again she lifted it."Can you hear how they have a different ring pitch. I was told that the right bells are a fourth higher pitch than the left, or something like that. Apparently it makes them harmonise. When I get them trotting nicely together it makes a beautiful sound!"

"Finally the reins. I think these are great! The ponygirls all have nipples pierced and fitted with a permanent ring with a small jingly bell on each. The reins clip onto their nipple rings then go upwards, threaded through the bit rings by the side of her mouth, and finally back into my hands. I can pull on the respective rein to indicate a left or right turn. Notice how it tugs on their nipples when I pull? But don't worry, the nipples are more durable than you might think! It's quite safe because the rein has what we call a stopper fitted at a particular position, so if I pull hard the stopper gets caught by the bit ring. That means the nipple can only be tugged about two inches maximum before the stopper ring meets the bit. Then the bit takes the strain."

Jessica couldn't help noticing the other reins coming down from the ponygirls' nipple rings. Ray was quick to explain. "These ones meet and go through a D ring at the front of the waistband, then down to their pussies, creating this lovely Y shape. Then we come to the part I really like... there are eight rings through the labia - four on each side. They line up very well so the reins can be threaded through all the rings then up between their legs where they're fixed to the back of the waistband. As you can see my ponies are perfectly hairless and well oiled down there, so there is minimal friction. Ponygirl Karita has had electrolysis, but I'm still using wax on ponygirl Sandra.

Ray stuck a finger through one of Karita's labia rings and pulled."You see? Quite strong. They don't have to take any strain they just act like channels for the lower reins. He grabbed the reins behind Karita's bottom and pulled to demonstrate. Karita yelped just once as if surprised rather than hurt by the demonstration.

"It looks like they could do with a little more oil down there." He reached into the small plastic crate under his seat and retrieved a bottle of clear liquid. "This is like baby oil but more oily. Now hold out you hand Kate and I'll just pour a little oil into it...there you are...now you can take care of ponygirl Sandra."

Without Kate in front of her, Jessica felt her nakedness, hardly knowing where to put her hands. Kate stood in front of Sandra, flashed her a friendly smile then turned her back on her old friend so that her palm could easily rub in the oil.

"Jessica, your turn to do Karita," said Ray.

She shook her head. For women should have to endure such harnessing and indignity was one thing, but to participate in her torment!

"Do as Master Ray tells you, Jessie," said Kate, "you don't want Karita to be chaffing, do you?"

Jessica gave a sigh of resignation, unable to talk her way out. Beside, Kate seemed happy with her task. With a pool of oil in her hand, Jessica was in awkward situation of being face-to-face with Karita as she brought her cupped hand onto Karita's ringed and leather rein obscured pussy lips. It was like nothing Jessica ever felt before, smooth metal, leather and that softest most intimate female flesh. And what she felt inside was even more extreme, causing her to tremble a little, feeling aroused by having a helplessly bound woman in her hand. Eliciting a pleasant grunt from Karita left Jessica feeling the need to continue her task.

There was no awkwardness on Kate's part as she continued massaging the oil into Sandra's folds. "Nice little ponygirl....mmm... you like that, don't you?... Does that feel nice when I touch you there?"

Ray stood hands on hips. "Hey, you little sluts! That's enough now. This is supposed to be a maintenance session, not playtime! Still... it looks like you've done a good job... Are you sure you haven't done this kind of thing before, Jessica?"

Ray got a plastic water bottle out of the trap. He flipped out the bit from one side of Karita's mouth and pushed the bottle's teat between her lips. She drank a little before opening her mouth so Ray could push the bit into its place. He gave each ponygirl a firm rubdown with a towel, not appearing to pay much attention to the complex arrangement of piercings and leather straps that held them.

"It's funny how a good rub down always makes their nipples go hard, huh? Yep, these ponies cost a lot to kit out, and need a lot of training and maintenance but when they turn out like these two it's really worth the effort." Ray seemed to get a little choked with emotion as he said those words.

Kate also had a question, slightly more delicate. "Um, I thought ponygirls had to wear butt-plugs and dildos or something, but yours aren't."

Ray laughed. "Trust you to spot that! They are plugged when on parade but this is a long working day and I need my ponies to run twelve miles today, I don't want them distracted by things buzzing between their legs."

Ray looked at his watch."9:30 already, and still no sign of Pedro. I said I'd be at the orange grove by ten, and I still haven't given your whippings. You thought I'd forget didn't you?"