Chapter 13

Sharon's head pounded and the light, although not as bright as it had been when she'd passed out, hurt her eyes. She spent a few moments with her eyes closed trying to get her head straight. 'How long have I been unconscious?' She thought to herself as she tried to move her arms and legs but found they were still bound. After a few minutes she risked opening her eyes again. Although still bound to a chair this one was a different one looking like an old wooden dining chair and the room was definitely different. The walls and roof of her new prison were slatted pine and the floor was strewn with straw. 'Oh my god!' Sharon exclaimed to herself. 'They've taken me to a barn somewhere. No one will come looking for me!'

She could she thought hear voices in the distance and what sounded like a horses whinny but she couldn't be certain. She thought about calling out but decided against it until her head stopped pounding. She closed her eyes again after realising that the only break in the stall was a split 'stable' door that would no doubt have been locked, and the only decoration were a couple of racks from which hung various items of tack, and so it wasn't long before she slipped back into a restless sleep.

Sharon awoke to the sound of separating Velcro and looked down towards the noise to see the totally blue clad Sami kneeling at her feet undoing the bonds.

"Please." Sharon begged the blue groom. "It's not too late, let me go and I'll not say anything to anyone I'll just disappear."

Sami appeared not to have heard as she stood and walked across to one of the racks and removed 2 long pieces of black latex which she brought to Sharon's chair and knelt in front of Sharon. "Now, slut. I am Sami and you earlier had the pleasure of one of my special massages. These are your socks. They are the first things you put on when becoming a pony. You are responsible for looking after all your pony tack and clothes. A made to measure pony suit can cost over $15000 so you must look after it very well as you will have to replace any items you damage." Sami turned down the top of one of the stockings and showed Sharon that there was writing that read. 'Mrs Sharon Reynolds. Black Beauty 58765627'

Sharon hated herself for doing it but had to ask. "What are the numbers for?"

"Well." Sami said. "The first 5 digits are your registered number with the pony club and the last 3 are the individual pattern number for this piece, see the other one is 58765628."

"You mean they are different?" Sharon asked.

Sami laughed as she said. "Of course they are different. Each piece is individually made for the pony, that's why they are so expensive. You really are a silly little slut."

"But when did she have these made and how did she get my measurements?"

"For a slut you do ask a lot of questions, but I'm sure my Mistress will train that out of you. But to answer the question, did you get an invitation to take part in a special survey of body shapes, giving you 10% off at Taylor's department store if you took part?"

Sharon had received such an invitation, and unable to turn down the chance to get a bargain had gone along with Jane to one of their, 'Survey Nights' as they offered a bonus if you brought someone else with you. It had been all quite hi-tech. After filing in a questionnaire about 'what sizes you thought you were' Sharon had stepped into a cylindrical compartment where she had to stand with her feet on set marks and hold 2 handles with her arms outstretched. The lights had faded and a blue laser had scanned across her taking precise measurements. She had actually been quite surprised to find that she was actually half an inch taller than she thought and had been buying bras with a 'C' cup when she was in fact a 'D'. She was pleased to note that her dress size was right. "But that was about 4 months ago!" Sharon said and Sami just laughed as she turned the left stocking inside out and said. "It can take 3 months to make a full pony outfit, slut. Mistress must have been really impressed with you and your daughter to make an order in advance. I had to use someone else's for the first 2 months until mine was ready."

'It doesn't make sense!' Sharon thought to herself, she hadn't even met that creep until a couple of weeks ago, how could Amanda have known she would come. Then like a rock hitting her in the face Sharon realised she had been set up. She had thought it was strange that he had managed to escape the casino with all that loot and now she was tied to a chair being dressed as a pony whilst her tormentor got her daughter hooked on some drug while 2 women seduced her. 'Jane!' Sharon suddenly remembered her daughters predicament. "Where's my little girl!"

"She is safe; for now as long as you stick to your agreement and co-operate." Sami said as she was rubbed oil into the inside of the latex stocking. Sami saw the look of horror on Sharon's face and said. "Don't worry slut, this is just plain oil not Mistress's magic stuff." She then reversed the stocking again and carefully rolled it to just past the heel. "Lift your foot, slut." Sami commanded.

Sharon just sat there. "If you don't cooperate I will have to make a call to Sasha to help and you don't want that do you." It was definitely a statement and Sharon didn't know that Sasha had long since removed the anaesthetic mask from Jane.

Reluctantly Sharon lifted her foot and Sami slid the toe of the stocking over it. It really was a perfect fit, tight but moulding to the arches of Sharon's foot.

"As a trainee pony, slut. It will be up to you to dress your legs, your trainer may want to do some things but they usually expect you to do this bit for yourself. It is very important to get your foot right, if you get any creases it will be very painful after a while and you could be on the hoof for hours." Sami explained as the oiled latex was rolled up Sharon's lubricated calf and over her knee.

In spite of her situation and even allowing for the after effects of the aphrodisiac in the sauna and massage oil Sharon quite liked the constricting feel of the latex stocking as Sami finished the first stocking, it stopping only 2 inches from the top of her thigh. "Now I am going to release your arms so you can put the second stocking on yourself so you can practice. But don't even think of doing anything silly or the moans your little girl makes next will be altogether different. I understand it's like drowning, not very pleasant. So you going to be a good little pony?