Chapter 3: My New Life on the Ranch

One day in my seventh week after permanently moving into my stall two different girls surrounded me and untied my suit. And tossed it aside. After spending so much time naked around pretty much everyone who had anything to do with Pony Barn ‘A’, being naked felt no different than being clothed, especially since I haven’t worn anything other than a bikini since I moved back in. I have left the ranch a few times for medical and dental checkups but all I was allowed to wear was a dress and my boots. Mr. Smith was with me and no one said a thing. I wondered if my stomach could handle real food now that I had been eating pony food three times a day for two months.

Every day, like clockwork, when it was time for my shower, Jason was there with his dick out stroking it. And every day, like clockwork, he would shoot his load all over my legs and leave it for the ponies washing me to clean it up.

However, this time was different, as soon as my eyes were covered in shampoo I felt him push the ponies away. He grabbed my hips and spread my legs. I tried to fight him off but it was no use. He was bigger and stronger than I was. He raped me until he shot his load in my unprotected, virgin pussy. Virgin if you didn’t count pony fingers. Then he spun me around (keep in mind I’m always suspended from the cable and ass-raped me. As he was leaving he turned to me and said, “For the last several weeks, I have watched as you were masturbated to multiple orgasms during your shower. I couldn’t stand by and watch anymore. I had to have you and this was the best opportunity. Now, I plan to do this every day during your shower.” After he left the ponies lowered me to the floor and I just curled up and cried. One of the ponies called Mr. Marshall and he came running with Mr. Smith. I was still crying when Mr. Smith cradled me in his arms and held me. I finally cried myself to sleep.

The noises of breakfast being served woke me. I guess I slept through the night. I stood up in the ‘waiting’ spot until my breakfast was served. I held my hands behind my back and ate in silence like we always do. I slept barefoot last night and hadn’t put my boots on yet so I was standing on my toes while I ate.

In this job, there was no time off unless you were sick or injured. After I was done eating, I put my boots on and my uniform and got to work cleaning the trays while the girls got dressed for training. By lunch, I was feeling a bit better and talked with the ponies. After I had cleaned up the lunch ‘dishes’, I was called to Mr. Smith’s office.

When I got to the house, I was met by a couple of housekeepers who helped me take off my boots and escorted me to Mr. Smith’s office. “Please, Lisa, have a seat.”

I sat on the leather sofa where he indicated and he sat beside me. I called the police after I left you in your bunk. Jason was lying on his as if nothing had happened. He was arrested less than an hour after he raped you. If you had been a pony, the best I could do would have been to fire him. Since you are a free person, and I had to prove that, he will be charged with statutory rape since you are under 16.

The whole thing was recorded on security cameras. Hanging you from the cable is not required, the ponies do it because they think it’s fun and they like playing with you. You’ve never given more than token resistance so they took it as part of the game. So when the cops saw the video they thought you were a pony. I had to show previous videos of you dressed and working. I showed them the video of your first day when you were fully dressed.

“I have worked with these cops before and they won’t question that you are fourteen and working on my ranch. Other than the videos, there is no record of you working here. I showed the video of your rape to Jason, he confessed to the DA and will get 10 years. He is 18 and you are 14. He will also be put on the sex offender’s registry for the rest of his life. Since you are living in the barn I’d like you to help the grooms. I’ll need you to take over the care of Jason’s two ponies. Mr. Marshall will train you how to tack up a pony and check to make sure the harnesses are snug but not too tight. What to do with their hair and how to wash them, well you know that part firsthand, don’t you?

“Starting tomorrow morning you will begin your Groom training with Jonathon. Since you won’t be going through the usual process of school, you will spend a week wearing a harness and being treated just like all of the other ponies including being whipped when necessary. You will spend an hour having your harness and bridle being put on and taken off. Then you will spend the rest of the morning doing dressage. Do you know what dressage is, Lisa?”

Remembering what Mr. Smith said last week when he whipped me about answering verbally, I said, “No, sir.”

“I guess you’ll find out tomorrow. In the afternoons, you will spend the day pulling a sled with Jonathon riding on it or a sulky. A sulky is the two-wheeled cart you see being pulled around the track. For the second week, you will help your ponies with their tack and boots. You will only be responsible for feeding your ponies rather than all of them. The grooms will go back to cleaning their ponies’ stalls just as they did before you took over those tasks. You really have no idea how much you have been helping to relieve some of the burden. Before I hired you, the grooms were responsible for everything for their ponies. Tacking, feeding, bathing, all of it; even cleaning the stalls and barn. They were so appreciative of the great job you were doing that they had no problem giving you privacy for your showers or helping out when you were overwhelmed. You were like a little sister to them. I shudder to think what would have happened to Jason if they had known before he was arrested. It’s possible his body would have been buried next to Jimmy Hoffa.

True to his word I woke up when the lights came on and Mr. Marshall came straight to my stall. “Lisa, Thomas told me he talked with you yesterday. Before we begin, are you absolutely certain you want to go through with this accelerated training? Keep in mind, there will be no record of it and it will not count toward any future certification. Thomas just wants to make sure no untrained person is working with the ponies.”

“I understand. If it will allow me to work more closely with my friends then I will do whatever it takes,” I confirmed loud enough for the others to hear.

The first thing he did was put a collar around my neck. He told me the name on it was ‘Spirit’ because he always thought I had a lot of it. He swapped out the plate on the stall, too. Under the circumstances, My stall would not be cleaned out but the cot and laundry basket would be removed until my training was complete. Two weeks total. I would have to sleep on a pile of hay for the next two weeks but the ponies would still get to bathe me after my tack was removed.

After breakfast, Mr. Marshall talked non-stop as he put on my harness and bridle and then took them off. He did this for an hour before I was led outside by my reins. First, I was hitched to what he called a carousel. It was used to teach dressage. I would be taught to high step. Slowly at first, then faster as I got better at it. It’s all I did that first morning. I got hit with his crop so many times I lost count for looking down and watching my feet. I was a bit nervous since I wasn’t wearing my employee boots. The boots I had on were ones that Mr. Harrison had in his shop that he said should fit my small feet. He would have a non-employee custom pair for me by next week.

By the second day my posture was almost perfect, he said. Yeah it better be, I’m tired of the crop on my skin. I also learned it wasn’t a good idea to get bored and become complacent. The ponies laughed when I told them about that.

I started pulling a sled on the second day. I already had pretty strong legs, so pulling Mr. Marshall wasn’t difficult. One lap around the track and he was already adding 50-pound weights to the sled in addition to his own weight. I was still able to jog but I couldn’t run anymore. He still used his whip on my ass if I stopped to walk without being told to. Around mid-afternoon I got a half-hour beak and a leg massage then it was back outside and hooked up to a sulky.

There were three other sulkies. The four of us were to race. Like I would win. I’m exhausted and they have been training longer than I have. I lost. I came in dead last. While I was trying to catch my breath I got ten lashes of his riding crop for losing. I screamed but was told to keep running until I was told to stop. After another five laps at roughly a jog, I finally collapsed. Two ponies helped me back to the barn while two others put the sulky away.

This went on unchanged all week. The good news is that I never came in last ever again. I had heard his spiel about putting on and taking off the harness I was dreaming about it. Next week I would be the one putting it on and taking it off of a real pony and explaining. I would get two swats for every mistake. Wow! Tough course, but it is what I agreed to. When I started this course Mr. Marshall started pouring a clear liquid in my water three times a day. When I asked him about it he said it was a mixture of multivitamins for teens, protein to help with muscle growth, and estrogen to help my small body to finish puberty. It was recommended by the doctor after she saw my test results from my last physical exam. I’m to take one ounce of the liquid in my water three times a day, even after this training is over and I go back to my regular duties. I will be re-evaluated every year during my annual physical.

On Saturday, I was to race after breakfast. It was close but I won. I just hope they didn’t throw the race. I ran as if that whip was a rabid dog. I think that helped. I was given the rest of the day to clean up in the barn. I couldn’t just sit around and do nothing. I was allowed to wear my employee boots again but I had to keep the collar on for the rest of the following week and I was to remain naked until the training was over.

That evening after I had removed my boots and showered, Mr. Smith and Mr. Marshall came in. Except for my collar, I was completely naked while standing there talking to my boss. Mr. Marshall stepped away to do something behind me. I didn’t hear him approach but felt him as he stepped up and put his hands on my shoulders. I reached behind me and I could feel his hard cock in my hand. I slowly unzipped his pants and worked it out. I never faltered in my conversation with Mr. Smith. Slowly, I stroked Mr. Marshall as he talked to me from behind and to Mr. Smith. Eventually, the conversation ended and Mr. Smith left. As soon as the door was closed, Mr. Marshall pushed forward on my shoulders and bent me over. He quickly shoved his hard cock into my sopping-wet pussy. In and out he fucked me for several minutes when he shot his load into me he turned me around and pushed me to my knees.

“Open,” he commanded and I opened my mouth. The only thing I knew about giving blowjobs was don’t use your teeth. So I wrapped my lips around it and washed it with my tongue. I worked for just a few seconds and he was hard again. He grabbed my hair and started thrusting into my mouth, occasionally hitting the back of my throat. When he stopped thrusting and pressed in until it hit the back I gagged and almost threw up on his cock. I swallowed to keep from throwing up and it caused my throat to open up and I felt his cock slide into my throat.

I had to hold my breath as he fucked my throat for a minute then pulled out to allow me to breathe. A minute in then a minute out. Since he had cum once already it took him longer this time. While he was throat-fucking me, some of the ponies came over and started playing with my breasts. One ran her hand between my legs and played with my wet cum-dripping pussy. Since I didn’t cum while being fucked, I hoped the ponies would help with that.

Finally, I could feel Mr. Marshall getting ready to shoot his second load. Just before he came he pulled out and shot his load all over my face and breasts. As soon as he was finished he put it back in my mouth and said, “Clean it.” I put it back in my mouth and licked it clean. When I was done I put it back in his pants and he left without a word. I was truly being treated like a ponygirl during my training just as he said.

That’s when the rest of the ponies attacked me. Licking off Mr. Marshall’s cum and sucking and biting on my breasts. One pony even pushed her way in between my legs and attacked my pussy with her mouth and tongue. I was truly one of them, at least in spirit. Not too long after Mr. Marshall left he came back. I looked up at him from my supine position on the floor and saw he had a needle in his hand. “If you are going to act like a pony slut then you need to be on the same birth control. It will also stop your period.”