Chapter 3: A Change in Destiny

The Abduction

It has been almost a year since Stardust and Sunbeam’s family participated in Stardust’s first family event. It was just a quiet night at home for the four of them as they had hosted Chrissy’s 15^th birthday earlier that day. Each one had showered and donned their favorite sleepwear before joining the rest of the family on the couches in front of the TV.

It was just before bedtime when the girls heard a Deisel truck pull up in front of their house. Sara rose to look out of the plate glass window to the right of the front door. Kelly joined her followed shortly by Daisy and Chrissy. Four men climbed out of the truck as the girls watched. Neither of the men was known to the four girls. It wasn’t until the driver stepped out that Sara and Kelly knew who had visited them so late at night.

Without even knocking, the front door flew open accompanied by an explosion of sound. Luckily, the plate-glass window the girls were looking through was far enough away from the door that they were only stunned by the sound of the charge used to open the door.

Taking advantage of the effect of the explosion, Rick’s men quickly pounced upon the stunned ladies. Screams could be heard by the men as the women fought to get free of them. Sara, terrified not just for herself but for her daughters, fought to get free of the stranger who was holding her arms behind her back.

“Stop fighting, bitch. Your friend should have read the contract before signing,” said the man grappling with Sara.

The man kicked Sara’s legs behind her knees forcing her to drop to the floor. The man pushed Sara the rest of the way to the floor causing her to bump her nose and make it bleed. She screamed from the sudden pain in her nose. Fighting through the pain, Sara looked around for her daughters only to see the horror on their faces as they fought against their own attackers.

As soon as her eyes landed on Chrissy she watched as Chrissy was lifted from the floor and hung from the man’s hands by her neck. Choking, Chrissy kicked her legs and managed to land a good firm kick to the man’s nuts. In pain, the man dropped Chrissy and bent over. Unfortunately, the kick wasn’t hard enough to fell her attacker. The man took a step forward and backhanded Chrissy across her face. The blow nearly knocked her unconscious.

While Chrissy was stunned, blood leaking from a busted lip, her attacker rolled her over and tied her hands behind her back then using another length of rope, tied her ankles together. He picked her up, threw her over his shoulder, and carried her outside.

Meanwhile, having witnessed this, Sara renewed her struggles to get free. Screaming and fighting against the man who was trying to tie her up. Realizing it was futile and succumbing to exhaustion from her struggles she finally lay still trying to catch her breath as the man tied her up in the same manner as she saw her daughter receive. She was then carried outside.

Outside Sara noticed Rick at the rear of his trailer, lowering the ramp. Sara and Chrissy were carried into the trailer and unceremoniously dumped onto the floor of the trailer. After checking to be sure Chrissy was okay she glanced around and noticed the restraints on the walls of the trailer when it occurred to her this was a ponygirl trailer.

Moments later, Kelly and Daisy were brought in and dumped next to Sara and Chrissy. “Ah, Kelly. I bet you’re wondering why you are in this predicament. Maybe you should have read the contract better.” Rick pulls out the contract and flips to one of the back pages.

“Article IX paragraph 1, ‘In the event of default, the Lender shall have the right to declare the entire outstanding balance of the Loan, together with any accrued interest and fees, immediately due and payable, without notice or demand. The Lender may also pursue any other remedies available under applicable law or equity to recover the amounts owed, including but not limited to seeking a court judgment, placing liens on the Borrower’s property, and engaging in collection efforts. The Borrower shall be responsible for all costs and expenses incurred by the Lender in connection with the enforcement of this Agreement, including reasonable attorney’s fees and court costs.

“Article IX paragraph 2, ‘As further security for the repayment of the Loan and performance of all obligations under this Agreement, the Borrower hereby pledges and assigns to the Lender, and grants to the Lender a security interest in, all of Borrower’s right, title, and interest in the following property (the “Collateral”): (1) the Borrower’s personal property, (2) Sara’s personal property, and (3) Daisy’s and Chrissy’s personal property. The Borrower represents and warrants that she has full right, title, and authority to pledge the Collateral as security for the Loan, and that the Collateral is free and clear of all liens, encumbrances, and claims of third parties. The Borrower agrees to execute and deliver any additional documents necessary to perfect the Lender’s security interest in the Collateral.”

“But Kelly does not own us or my property,” Sara informs Rick.

“I know that, Sara. You know that and Kelly knows that, too. However, as long as no one looks too hard and just accepts the notarized copy of the contract with your forged signature, the judge will accept my claim on you and your property,” Rick admitted.

“Why do you want us and my property so badly?” Sara asked.

“Good question, Sara. As you know the western edge of your property butts against the eastern edge of mine. I want your property so I can expand and build PRO-certified facilities. Mine are too small. If I could expand the parade grounds, race track, and obstacle course I could be registered with the PRO to host events. I can host intermediate events and regionals but I don’t have the room for housing facilities. Owners are forced to use their trailers to house their ponies and equipment. Also, I don’t have the required space to host a national event. That’s where your property comes in. It’s all about the money, Sara. And I can make a lot of money from the four of you. You can either perform for me or I can train you and sell you. Either way, I get what I want,” Rick explained. Having finished gloating, Rick left the trailer and two of the men closed the ramp.

Kelly

Kelly was still stunned by the small explosion that destroyed the front door allowing the strange men to enter the house. Kelly rolled over and was just beginning to get her arms and legs under her when one of the men kicked her in the ribs and sent her flying across the floor.

Kelly groaned as she rolled across the floor. The man who kicked her was now on top of her with his knee in the small of her back as he grabbed her wrists and tied them behind her back. Kelly looked around and saw Daisy just a few feet away. Crying and fighting to get free but her attacker was too strong.

Daisy

Daisy wasn’t as lucky as Chrissy and wasn’t able to land a hit on her attacker. Being young and beautiful, Daisy’s attacker took advantage of Daisy’s bondage and spent a moment to grab Daisy’s breasts and pinch her nipples causing Daisy to scream at the pain and violation of her body.

Her cheeks burned in humiliation and embarrassment as she fought against the violation of her body and its betrayal. Daisy’s uncomfortable arousal increased and so too did her desire to get away from the man molesting her. Angry at being violated, Daisy’s adrenaline gave her the extra strength to fight but with her arms and legs bound all she could do was wriggle and roll around.

Daisy’s wiggling had worked her nightshirt up exposing her pink panties. The man then slapped her ass to stop her struggling. He flipped her over grabbing her breasts once again. He then rubbed between her legs, working her pussy and stimulating her clit. Daisy had always had a rape fantasy, but this was real, and not the time for her body to betray her and react sexually. Daisy turned her head and looked at her attacker as he removed his fingers and brought them to his nose. He made a show of sniffing his fingers before exaggeratedly licking them.

Despite everything Daisy was turned on by the situation. “You’re turned on by all of this, aren’t you, whore?”

“No, I’m not! I would never give you the satisfaction,” Daisy lied. Being tied up and forced to submit to a strong man exposed her secret and she was humiliated. She was almost disappointed when the man picked her up, threw her over his shoulder, and carried her outside to the waiting trailer. She was deposited next to her mom and sister along with Kelly.

“Then why are your panties soaked little girl? You are wet and the smell is enticing. Too bad the boss said we couldn’t do anything with any of you,” the man said with a disappointed look on his face. “I should rip your panties off and let you travel naked. You’ll all be naked soon enough.” Deciding to do it anyway, he grabbed the front of Daisy’s panties and pulled hard and quickly, reveling in the sound of ripping fabric; exposing Daisy’s clean-shaven and soaked pussy. After a moment’s thought, he made a few more rips and removed Daisy’s nightgown leaving her completely naked except for her restraints.

Having completed the stripping of Daisy, increasing her humiliation and arousal, he picked Daisy up and threw her over his shoulder. Placing his hand on her butt cheek and inserting his finger into her soaking wet pussy he carried her out of the house.

Humiliated and aroused Daisy lay there on the floor of the trailer hoping her mom and sister couldn’t smell her arousal or notice her flushed face in the dim light of the trailer.

A New Home

Fortunately, Rick’s ranch was close so the ride was short. A few minutes later the girls saw the ramp lowering and the men entered the trailer and picked up the four girls. Each girl was carried into an empty barn and set down in a stall. A collar was locked around the necks of each girl before their other bonds were released.

Chrissy again tried to kick her attacker but he was ready for it this time and blocked her foot with an arm before stepping away. Chrissy, with her hands still secured behind her back, managed to get to her feet and lunged for him before he could get out of the stall but was stopped by the collar as it almost choked her. That was when she realized her collar was chained to the wall behind her.

Daisy

In Daisy’s stall, she was still lying on the floor of her stall rubbing her thighs together. Seeing this, the man in her stall slid a couple of fingers between her thighs and began rubbing her wet lips. Pushing a finger in between her lips through her panties. Chrissy moaned at the intimate touch. A few moments later Daisy shuttered with a small orgasm.

Taking a moment to recover from her small orgasm the man left her stall and closed the gate. When Daisy finally stood up she could see her mom and sister in the adjacent stalls and Kelly in the stall on the other side of her mom. As she was looking around she saw Rick in the middle of the barn watching what was happening to us.

“Good evening, ladies. Welcome to your new life. These stalls will be your new homes until I decide to sell you. For now, you will stay here and train until the paperwork for your property is complete.

“I have been planning this for years. I have satellite images and surveys of your property in addition to the architectural drawing showing the new larger events that will allow me to host Ponygirl events. One of these days I will host nationals. But that may be far in the future. I am satisfied with doing regional and state competitions for now,” Rick explained.

For the next week, the four girls did little more than stay in their stalls. They only saw one man who was trained as a groom. His only job was to make sure the girls were fed and watered. No interaction was allowed with the girls except for Daisy. Twice a day, to Sara’s dismay, the men would come in and take advantage of Daisy’s naked body.

Each day Daisy was removed from her stall and strapped into a frame that had been set up in front of Sara’s stall. Sara, watching as her oldest daughter was once again strapped into the frame in front of her, struggled against the chain keeping her in her stall; kicking at the gate with her bare feet. The men tending to Daisy just ignored her raging and screaming.

Kelly and Chrissy just stood quietly and cried, knowing there was nothing they could do; knowing that Sara’s antics were a waste of energy. It has been seven days since they were forcibly taken from their home. Daisy fought against her bonds knowing it was useless but hoped to escape nonetheless.

One of the men began proving the extent of his knowledge of Shibari as he began to create a harness of Jute rope around Daisy’s body. Another of the men attached nipple stretchers to each of Daisy’s nipples, eliciting a scream of pain from the violated girl.

After the new accessories were attached the man stepped back and allowed the first man to finish tying the rope around her body. Kelly raised an eyebrow in admiration at the man’s skill at rope tying; the harness was impressive. Kelly was jealous of Daisy and secretly wished she was the one in the frame instead of Daisy.

The second man stepped behind Daisy and inserted a dildo gag into Daisy’s wide-open mouth as she screamed. After the gag was seated firmly in Daisy’s mouth he pulled the straps behind her head and fastened the straps tightly into place. Now that Daisy’s screams were muffled, the barn was much quieter as the men continued to work on Daisy.

After the first man finished tying off the ends of the rope he retrieved something from the duffle bag at his feet. Kelly gasped in surprise as she recognized the device. It was called a violet wand. She remembered having one used on her not too long ago. It has a shocking surprise; it could deliver electric shocks as soft as a light buzz or as strong as a tazer. Kelly watched as the man uncoiled the power cord. She began to rub her thighs together as her pussy began to moisten from the memory of her experience with the wand.

The second man retrieved the extension cord they used each time and pulled it over to the frame. The violet wand was plugged in while the second man pulled a magic wand from the duffle bag and plugged it in. The first man tested the violet wand by running it along Daisy’s left leg causing her to jump from the electric shock.

The first man turned on his wand and ran it around Daisy’s 34C breasts. Daisy jerked at the first touch of the magic wand but the feeling of the vibrations in her breast was overshadowed by the pain of the violet wand now assaulting her clit.

Having watched this scene every day for the last seven days everyone knew why so many straps were used to hold such a small girl in place. With Daisy being such an athletic girl, she had the strength to move when her body reacted to the shocks and vibrations. It didn’t take long before her screams when interspersed with moans as she approached her first orgasm.

As Daisy was coming down from her first orgasm Rick entered the barn shirtless but wearing leather pants and boots. On his head was the same hood that he wore during each session. It covered his entire head and most of his face. Only his eyes, mouth, and chin were exposed. His appearance was the precursor the the wiping part of the session.

Today was to be different as Rick wheeled in a portable branding machine. He plugged it into the extension cord, turned it on, and left it to heat up. Rick had a cane, crop, and flogger hanging from his belt. He removed the flogger as he approached Daisy and got into position behind her.

The hard flogging was just another form of pain in the cacophony of overloaded sensations Daisy was feeling. Rick varied the power of his strokes and the location to prevent the body from blocking the pain. Kelly had lost count of the number of powerful orgasms Daisy experienced before she finally passed out. The men put the wands back in the duffle bag and Rick put the flogger back on his belt. He approached the branding machine and picked up the red hot iron. Everyone knew what was coming next.

Daisy woke up instantly from the pain of the branding iron. After holding the iron for a couple of seconds Rick replaced it on its holder and turned it off. He took a tube of ointment out of his pocket and spread it onto the burn mark on the top of Daisy’s right ass cheek then covered it with a thin transparent sheet of plastic like it was a fresh tattoo. With that completed he unplugged the branding machine and wheeled it out of the barn.

After Rick left the barn the two men unstrapped Daisy and placed her back in her stall; laying her on her pile of hay and locking the chain back to her collar. Both men approached Chrissy’s stall and smiled at her and the first man said, “You’re next, slut.”

Chrissy stepped back until she bumped into the wall trying to get as far away from the men as she could the terror of their words showing on her tear-streaked face. The men laughed at her reaction and left the barn. Chrissy sat on the floor and leaned against the rough-hewn wood wall, pulled her knees up, and cried.

Sara’s chain wasn’t long enough for her to reach the wall between the stalls but she could see over it well enough to see Chrissy curled up and crying on the floor.

The next day the same men entered the barn and turned on the main lights waking the four girls. Knowing what was about to happen to her, Chrissy moved to the corner furthest from the stall gate. It did her no good as the men entered her stall and grabbed her arms.

Chrissy had lost feeling in her shoulders days ago. Because of her penchant for fighting back her arms were never released from the restraints holding them behind her back. The leather cuffs on her ankles were held together by a 12-inch chain allowing her to walk but not kick.

The men dragged Chrissy from her stall without allowing her to eat or drink anything after fasting through the night. Chrissy’s right leg was fastened to the cuff on the frame before the chain was detached so that he could secure her left leg to the frame. Being a strong athlete, Chrissy was quite the handful. It took both men to hold her once the cuffs were released and her arms were free.

Fighting with all her strength, all Chrissy did was delay the inevitable. Eventually, she was secured into the frame just as her sister was. Fighting against the chain attached to their collars, Sara and Kelly watched, trying in vain to get free to protect the youngest girl of their group. After years of babysitting Chrissy and watching her grow up, Kelly felt as much a mother to her as Sara, her real mother, was.

The scene unfolding before the two women was identical to what happened to Daisy last week. The first man started with the jute rope and began the slow arduous task of tying a rope harness on Chrissy’s torso.

Meanwhile, minion number two was attaching the nipple stretchers. This time he installed the dildo gag first; not because Chrissy was screaming, no, that was enjoyable to the men. He installed the gag first because of the yelling and cursing coming from such a young and innocent mouth.

“Let me go!” she screamed, her voice cracking with terror as she struggled against the restraints. “You can’t do this to me! Please, no!” Her eyes darted around wildly, seeking any escape.

“Get your fucking hands off me!” she yelled, her face contorted with rage and fear. “Mom, help me!” Her eyes locked on her mother, who was sobbing uncontrollably nearby. “Please, don’t let them do this!”

Her voice grew more desperate as she pulled against the straps. “I swear, I’ll make you pay if you touch me! Somebody help! Please, don’t! Don’t do this!” Tears streamed down her cheeks, her voice breaking.

“You’re fucking monsters!” she shouted, her voice hoarse from screaming. “Mom, please! Help me! Help!”

No matter how much she pleaded with her mom to help, she knew that her mom was helpless because of the chain attached to her collar, keeping her in her stall. Kelly was no better off, at least her hands were free so she could at least pound her fists on the gate of her stall. The noise of the two women only added to the background of the video that was being made of the scene taking place in the barn.

When the rope harness was complete the men plugged in their wands and had their way with Chrissy. Minion number one was attacking Chrissy’s clit with his violet wand the shocks causing her to jump from the pain and eliciting screams from her gagged mouth.

While experiencing the pain of the violet wand, minion number two began to use the magic wand on Chrissy’s breasts; occasionally hitting the metal stretchers on her nipples. After Chrissy reached her first orgasm, minion number two stopped and put down the magic wand.

Sara and Kelly watched as he pulled a toy from the duffle bag. It was a set of balls attached to each other. They started small and got bigger as they got closer to the handle. Minion number two spread a coating of lubricant on the beads and began to slowly insert them into Chrissy’s rear opening. The straps around her upper thighs and her waist prevented her from moving too much.

In and out, the minion slowly reciprocated the beads. Adding more lube he continued to violate Chrissy in a way she had never considered before. Minion number one had switched the violet wand for the magic wand and was applying it to Chrissy’s pussy and clit as Minion number two continued to anally rape Chrissy.

After several minutes of this, minion number two replaced the beads with a penis-shaped dildo that was noticeably wider than the largest bead and twelve inches long. After appluing a generous amount of lube minion number two began to push the head of the fake penis into Chrissy. Her screams and attempts to get away increased as the large dildo invaded her virgin rear opening.

Despite her protests, Chrissy experienced to biggest orgasm of her short life. While Chrissy was unconscious the minions stopped what they were doing to Chrissy and stepped away from her as Rick returned to the barn wheeling the portable branding machine in front of him.

While the machine was heating up Rick approached Sara’s stall. Sara, not knowing what was about to happen, stepped back from the gate. Rick did not open the gate but stood next to it on the outside of the stall.

Rick: “Well, Sara, looks like your girls are going to be part of my ranch for a long time. Once they’re branded, they’re mine to keep.”

Sara: “You can’t do this! They’re just children!”

Rick: “Oh, I can, and I will. You and Kelly will make fine ponygirls for my clients. I’m sure you’ll fetch a high price at auction.”

Sara: “Please, Rick, there must be another way. I’ll do anything, just let my girls go.”

Rick: “It’s too late for that now. All sales are final. Once you and Kelly are sold, your land and home will revert to me. With your property, I can expand my ranch and finally be sanctioned by the PRO to hold National events.”

Rick: “You should be grateful I’m giving you and Kelly a chance to serve a purpose. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a branding to attend to.”

Sara: “Please, Rick, there must be another way. I have money. I can offer you a lot of money to let my girls go.”

Rick: “Money? That’s cute, Sara. But all of your assets will be mine once you and Kelly are sold. That includes your money. You have nothing left to offer but your obedience.”

Sara: “No, please, don’t do this!” Sara pauses for a moment. Her gaze fixed on Rick’s smiling face. “You’re a monster!”

Rick: “Call me what you want, but I’m the one in charge here. And soon, your daughters will bear my mark.”

Rick stepped away to check on the brand. Because of Chrissy’s defiance, Rick chose not to use the numbing ointment. He applied the brand to the top of Chrissy’s right butt cheek.

A short time later two men and two women entered the barn carrying a bunch of leather straps and a pair of boots each. The two men approached Sara and Kelly’s stalls and entered them. The two young women approached Daisy and Chrissy’s stalls.

“My name is Laura and I’m your groom and trainer,” the blonde woman said to Butterscotch.

“I’m Jessica,” the redhead said to Applejack.

The two women began to spread out the tack and hang them from hooks inside of the stall. Falling back on previous training Butterscotch (Daisy) and Applejack (Chrissy) stood with their arms straight out and their feet shoulder-width apart and waited. The two women began to wrap the harness straps around the young teens’ bodies.

When the harnesses were firmly buckled the new ponies knew that the bridle was next. “Open,” they were instructed. Once their mouths were open the women settled a silicone-covered bit in the girls’ mouths and latched the leather straps behind their heads.

The bridle had a brass ring in the back where their hair was threaded through. A pair of blinders (blinkers in the UK) were on each side of the ponies’ heads to prevent them from seeing to each side, forcing the ponies to look straight ahead.

“You ponies have good posture. Keep it up and we won’t have to put a posture collar on you; just a regular collar,” Laura said loud enough for both ponygirls to hear.

Rick: “Sara and Kelly, These two gentlemen are your grooms and trainers. This is where you will be introduced to your tack and boots.”

Kelly (thinking to herself): “Why does everything fit so well?”

[Rick, gloating at his secret knowledge, an arrogant smirk on his face]

Rick: “I bet you are wondering why everything fits so well. That’s because I have been planning this for over a year. I sent a spy to your lame community events and got the name of the company that made your tack and boots. I just asked him to make another set and send it to me.”

[Kelly looked at Rick with a shocked expression while Sara was visibly upset at the invasion and deception.]

Sara: “You sick bastard! Spying on us, invading our privacy ... You are the monster I said you were!”

With her neck still chained to the wall, there was nothing Sara could do Rick. He was out of her reach. At her groom’s direction, Sara reluctantly raised her arms to allow him to put her harness on. Eventually, all four of Rick’s new ponies were tacked up and led outside.

Day 1 of captivity

Butterscotch and Applejack

Laura and Jessica led their ponies out of the barn, veering left a bit, they approached the carousel. Once they were hooked up to the carousel Laura turned it on and the ponies began a slow walk.

“Alright ponies, let’s see if you know how to walk,” Jessica announced.

Butterscotch and Applejack began the slow walk dictated by the carousel; raising their knees until their thighs were parallel to the ground. After several minutes, Laura increased the speed to a faster walk.

“Wonderful! You ponies have been trained. That’s good, it makes it easier on us,” Jessica said her voice raised so she could be heard over the carousel motor. “We know that what you did at your community event was fun for people who wanted to experience the ponygirl life. Your time here will not be fun; it will be a lot of work. At the end of each day, you will be so exhausted you won’t care about sleeping on a pile of hay. Until you get used to the work you will not even remember laying down much less falling asleep.”

“Your time on the carousel is to check your posture and how well you walk. When you are done here, we will connect you to sleds to evaluate your strength and stamina,” Laura informed the ponies.

After a few hours and at different speeds, Butterscotch and Applejack were unhitched from the carousel. Their trainers led them to a storage area that had several sleds and sulkies parked in it.

At first, the ponies pulled the empty sleds and were commanded to run around the race track until they couldn’t lift their hooves. Applejack, being on the track team at school, was able to run longer and faster than Butterscotch.

The ponies were allowed to rest and drink from a shallow trough mounted to the outside wall of the barn. Their bits were removed and they were told that if they spoke human words they would be whipped.

Hearing this and remembering the pain of the brand and flogging they received earlier they both decided to not speak and just drank the water. When they were done their bits were replaced and the ponies were put in a nearby corral and allowed to walk around it. To make sure they could not escape, the trainers hobbled the ponies with leg cuffs and a 14-inch chain.

Thirty minutes later the trainers returned and collected the ponies. The chain was removed so the ponies could pull the sleds again. This time an 80 lb. bag of feed was placed on Applejack’s sled. Again they were told to run around until they were exhausted.

This time Butterscotch was able to keep up with Applejack. This harsh training continued for the rest of the day; running and resting until by dinnertime neither of the ponies could walk without dragging their hooves. They were taken back to their stalls and allowed to eat and sleep. While they were eating their tack was removed and they were wiped down with a wet cloth. Both ponies lay down on their piles of hay and remembered nothing more until they were awakened the following morning for breakfast.