Chapter 5

Finally, after a relentless battle of wills and wallets, Marissa emerged victorious with a final bid of $150,500, outbidding her rivals and securing her ownership of me. The auctioneer’s gavel fell with a resounding thud, “SOLD!” marking the end of the bidding war and the beginning of Marissa’s reign as the proud owner of me, the ponygirl knowing that ‘ALL SALES ARE FINAL.’

It didn’t take long for Marissa to make her way up to the stage, grab my leash, and lead me to the window where she handed over her black Amex card to pay for her new acquisition. I knew that I should follow without fighting it. My life was going to suck enough as it is.

After Marissa had paid the $150,500 and signed the paperwork, she led me out to her truck and loaded me onto the trailer attached to it. The ride to Marissa’s ranch was boring but eventually it was over and I was unloaded from the trailer.

The first thing the bitch did once I was away from the trailer was to start beating me with a riding crop. I screamed from the initial shock then screamed again when she didn’t stop. I had no idea how many times she hit me. When I came to, I was in a stall in a barn with other ponies. I noticed they were only making pony sounds even though they didn’t have bits in their mouths. I, on the other hand, had a bit with a tongue plate holding my tongue in place. Today was the beginning of my new life and I hated it already.

I hurt, a lot. My back, butt, and thighs felt like they were on fire. I was lying on my stomach and used my hands to push myself up. I managed to stand and look around the barn. Shortly after I stood up, Marissa entered the barn. She must have been watching me on a camera. I looked around the stall and noticed the camera mounted high on the exterior wall.

“I see my new pony is finally awake. I am certain you are wondering why I beat you so badly,” Marissa asked in a sickly-sweet, sarcastic voice. I nodded.

“I am angry that Harriet and Isabella were arrested because of you.” ’What? I’m the victim here, bitch,” I thought shocked at her blaming me for everything. “I know I should be blaming Danica but since she was arrested as well, I needed to take my anger out on someone and that became you. If that bitch hadn’t pawned you off on us...”

I just stood there and looked at her. “I’ve instructed your new groom to treat your wounds and let you rest tomorrow. That’s all the rest you’ll get. I intend to work you until you are too useless to compete then I’m going to sell you to the next highest bidder.

“Rest well, my little pet, You’re going to need it,” Marissa said laughing as she walked away. I hung my head in defeat and began to cry silently. As I stood there, a young woman entered the barn carrying a small jar. She was maybe around her early twenties. She entered my stall and told me to turn around. She coated my wounds in a foul-smelling ointment that kind of stung. I winced but otherwise, I didn’t move. When she was done she attached a chain to my collar. The other end was attached to an eye bolt on the floor near the back wall.

I lay down on the pile of straw in my stall and stared at the wall for a time. I was already bored. At least I had my training to look forward to to keep from being bored. I knew the training at the various ranches varied very little as the events were the same. Since I won the dressage and the race at the regionals, I had already proven my capabilities. Since Marissa was angry with me I could expect my training to be even more exhausting.

‘What condition would I be in when I competed again? Would I be even stronger or would her training destroy me?’ I wondered.

I was awakened the next morning by the sound of a trailer ramp being dropped just outside of the barn door. Despite the pain, I managed to stand. I was as naked as the rest of the ponygirls except the bells hanging from my nipple rings, the bridle on my head with the bit and plate still in place, and the collar around my neck. At least the chain connecting my collar to the bolt in the floor was long enough foir me to reach the gate of my stall. I stood, just as curious as the rest of the ponies, and watched as two more ponygirls were lead out of the trailer and into empty stalls on the far side of the barn.

When I noticed the nameplates on the stall doors I saw that one was Stardust, and the other was Sunbeam.

Stardust was Caucasian, kind of short maybe around 5’2” to 5’5”. Her breasts were a bit on the small size maybe between a 28B and a 32B. Slender waist and hips a bit larger that her chest. She was a brunette but was too far away for me to see her eye color. She was gorgeous, bronze skin, and well-muscled.

Unlike me she had on hoof boots and a full body harness in addition to the bridle and bit. She was being led by a set of reins attached to th rings of her bit. I continued to watch as she was led into the stall with her nameplate on it. The same girl who dressed my wounds was methodically removing her body harness.

She first attached the chain to her collar before releasing her hands from behind her back. The groom then removed the hoof gloves and set them aside. Turning Stardust around, she began to unbuckle the body harness. Once the harness was removed, the groom knealt in front of Stardust and began to remove the hoof boots. As soon as Stardust was completely naked except for her collar, the groom began to wiped her skin with a rag she dipped in a bucket of water.

As this was going on the same thing was happening to Sunbeam. She is a bit older than Stardust; maybe early 30s. Her breasts are larger, probably around 34C to 38C. He hips and waist are less curvy than Stardust’s. She has sandy blonde hair and is also Caucasian.

As soon as the new ponies were settled the grooms began to fill our food and water trays. Everyone began to eat except me. I am the only one to still have a bit in their mouth. Eventually the same gromm stood in front of me.

“I am going to remove your bit so you can eat. Mistress Marissa doesn’t allow her ponies to speak human words, not even when they are alone in the barn. You will be whipped again if you speak. Do you understand, Spirit?” I nodded, and she removed the bit from my mouth. I saw her wiped the bit and hang it on a nail nearby before walking back over to Stardust’s stall and begin wiping down her tack.

The next day my training began. After breakfast I was tacked up and led to the training grounds. I saw the new ponies, Stardust and Sunbeam among the rest of us. Although I was sad that everything I had planned for my life had been taken away, all because I wanted to help Mr. Smith, I was glad that my body had been conditioned by the rigorous training I ha already gone through. I suppose I could get used to this life once I had gotten over the loss of my freedom, I will never truly be happy with it.

It’s been several years since my conviction and sale to Mistress Isabella Beaumont. I have become the most famous pony in the entire country if not the world. I have been trained harder here than I was at Mr. Smith’s ranch and have been the undefeated champion for the last ten years. I am now twenty-four years old.

I was informed by Mistress Isabella that I would be be competing next year. She was having me bred. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. If I remember correctly, any child born to a ponygirl was a pony for life. Instead of a birth certificate that, according to the U.S. Constitution made them U.S. citizens, all babies born to a ponygirl became the property of their owner and were registered as foals or colts.