Ponygirl Sisters

By Sarah

Chapter 1:  Making Ponies

       Sarah and Julie squirmed as their father adjusted the ropes holding them to the bondage frame in the back yard.  Both girls had been hanging upside down by their ankles for the morning, but now their father had flipped them over, so they were now being suspended by their arms. 

       Sarah and Julie were 18, and had been living normally until their parents had found on their computers, multiple links, images, and videos of ponygirls.  Their parents had wanted to send them away, but instead, their father had marched both girls out to the back yard and hung them up by their ankles naked.  Both girls whimpered in fear, as they hung there, scared for their future.  They watched their parents talking in the kitchen, and had talked to themselves about why they had been looking at the ponygirl images themselves. 

       As their father had come out of the house, he was carrying 2 boxes with him.  Both girls quivered, unsure of what was going to happen.  Their father had dropped the boxes before him on the ground, which produced the sound of metal on metal and tinkling sounds, like bells.  The girls quivered, as they listened to their father.

       “Girls, your mother and I are quite furious with you both.  You know that you could be spending a month in the spanking machine in the basement, for each photo and link and video on your computers, and that would have been well over 20 years down there.  Instead, your mother and I came up with a novel idea.  Sarah, you have always been the creative girl in the family, and your mother found the drawings of the tack designs you did.  Well, she edited them a little, and took the designs over to our local tack maker.  And he made up suck lovely matching tack for you both.  Now, you girl shave a choice.  You can spend the next 20 years having your bottoms caned and paddled, or you can submit to your mother and me as our ponygirls.”

       Sarah and Julie squirmed as they thought about their response, but there really wasn’t anything to think about.  They knew they had been caught, and thanks to them being over 18, it was perfectly legal for their parents to enslave them.  Sarah looked to her sister, and saw in her eyes the same knowledge.  Humbly, she spoke to her father.

       “Very well daddy.  Julie and I will submit to you and mother as your ponygirl slaves.  Do with us as you see fit.”

       Sarah watched as her father lifted out of a box a replica of a harness she had designed for ponygirls.  It was colored differently than she had done it, her parents having it altered to be purple instead of cyan, but otherwise the details were the same.  Sarah watched her father come up to her, and slip the corset around her waist, slipping the laces up her back, pulling them tightly.  She felt her waist contract within the grip of the corset, the effect magnified by her hanging position.  Sarah could feel the other alteration her parents had made, as her father spread her legs, and slipped in a think dildo into her pussy, before buckling closed the thong strap which ran up between her legs. 

       Sarah saw her father turn to the box again, and pull out a matching pair of black hoof boots, unzipping the sides, as he took one of her feet, then the other, and slipped the hoof boots on.  She felt the zippers being pulled closed, making the boot part of her foot.  She then watched helplessly as her father used some wire and built on loops to wire closed the boots, crimping the end of the wire together, making it impossible for the boots to be removed.

       Sarah squirmed as she saw her father return from the box again, this time holding a fancy bridle assembly in his hands.  As he approached her head, she could see the connected ball bit gag built into the bridle, and tried to keep her mouth closed.  However, her father just pinched her nose, until Sarah was forced to open her mouth, and then her father just shoved the ball into her mouth, and slipped the bridle over her head, tightening the laces in the back, before again wire tightening the bridle onto her head, making it permanent.  Sarah felt her father take her hair in his hands, and thread it thru a loop on the top of the bridle, giving her a ponytail mane.

       Her father’s final humiliation for her was to watch him pick up some small brass bells, and a nipple piercing tool.  Sarah squirmed as her father lifted her breasts and punched a small hole behind her nipples, and then inserted the rings holding the bells into the holes.  Sarah heard the unmistakable CLICK as the rings snapped closed permanently, and she knew her transformation was done.  Sarah felt her father fix a tail to the back of her corset, and then she hung limply as Julie suffered the same harnessing.

       Once both girls were in their harnesses, their father let them down one at a time, and forced their arms behind their backs, fastening them to the backs of their corsets, making their hands useless.  Then he clipped a set of reigns to their bits, and led them both to the garage, where the family ponygirl stables were.  Sarah and Julie were forced into adjoining stalls, and watched as their father closed the door to their stalls, locking it with a small lock, before going back into the house.  Sarah and Julie nuzzled each other over the patrician, tears streaming down their faces as they sank into sleep.

Chapter 2:  Cart outing

       Sarah and Julie squirmed on their hay beds, as they slept for the first night in their harnesses.  Their mother had slipped into her daughters stalls, and slipped a remote control vibrator into each of her girl’s pussies, and then turned them on, at a low setting.  Now both girls were squirming and moaning as their pussies were wracked with low pulses, centered on their clits.  Both girls squealed as they came in their sleep, visions of them prancing down the streets in their tack dancing thru their minds.

       The girls father watched his daughters squirming on their beds, and decided it was time for them to wake up, and begin their service to him and his wife.  He walked into Sarah’s stall first, and gave his former daughter a good rub between her legs, rubbing her hard on her pussy.  He smiled as he felt the moisture in his slave daughter’s pussy, and the look of shock on her face as her eyes popped open at the sudden touch.

       Sarah blushed crimson as she realized her father was rubbing her pussy, and she could smell her arousal in the hay she had slept on.  She quietly got onto her hoofed feet, and stood before her father in her tack, the nipple bells tinkling as her breasts swayed as she moved.  She watched her father clip a set of reigns to her bit, and she followed him out of her stall, and backed into the left hand side of the pony cart in the garage.  She felt the waist belt being tightened around her waist, and knew she was going outside today, for the first time as a ponygirl slave.

       Julie awoke to a similar experience, with her father rubbing her own pussy till her eyes popped open, and she too was forced to prance out of her stall, and between the right hand shafts of the family’s pony cart, standing next to her sister.  Both girls were shocked to feel their pussies continuing to pulsate as they stood there, their hips wiggling, causing their tails to shake.

       Their father smiled as he watched his daughters shaking their asses, wiggling their tails.  He climbed into the seat of the cart, and picked up a driving whip.  He told his girls, in no uncertain terms, that he intended to drive them all over the town, to both break their spirits and to get them used to being out in public.  He then pushed a remote control button on the cart, and the garage door opened.  Taking the whip in his hand, he gave both girls a good solid strike on both their asses, bringing a squeal from their bit gagged mouths as they pulled on the cart.

       Sarah and Julie squealed as they felt the whip cut across their asses.  They strained on the waist belts, pulling the cart along behind them.  They pulled out of the garage and onto the driveway, where already 2 of their friends stood watching them, mouths open and pointing.  Both girls turned red when they passed, and they heard their former friends commenting on how they looked as ponies, commenting on their tails, and on their wet pussies.

       As their father led them by pulls on their reigns and by strikes from the driving whip, the girls could only whimper and prance, reduced to helpless obedience as their restrained and struggling bodies worked to pull their father and the cart around the small neighborhood.  Many times, neighbors would come out, and admire them as they trotted past, often times bringing their own daughters out, and threatening them with their own set of tack should they misbehave.  Sarah and Julie’s old friends also came out, some whispering how much they wanted to be in tack, others promising the ponygirls their own good spanking if they were given a chance to drive them or if they found them on the street. 

       As the girls pulled their father into the business district, the girls joined the other pony carts on the road, and tried their best to keep from looking too new at it.  But next to the seasoned ponygirls, it wasn’t hard to spot the new ponies.  Sarah and Julie were often pointed at, and laughed at.  Sensing his daughters’ tiredness, their father steered the panting girls into a parking space in front of the local tack shop, and dismounted the cart.  He hitched the reigns to a tethering post, and went inside.  It wasn’t long before some of Sarah and Julie’s friends found them standing there, pacing in their hooves, wiggling their asses, thanks to the continued tormenting coming from their mother’s cruel vibrators in their pussies.

       “Oh, look at you Sarah.  I always knew you would wind up in harness, eventually.  Now look at you.  Squirming and wiggling so, in that harness.  Oh, and look, your pussy is dripping.  I guess you like wiggling your ass and tail around town.” 

       “And you Julie. I knew you were a show off, but now, wow.  Your like a slut dripping your little pony cunt juices all over the sidewalk.  What’s the matter, not enough cock to stuff your pony cunt?”

       Sarah and Julie turned crimson as a few of their friends came up, and began rubbing their breasts and pussies and asses freely.  With their hands pinned behind their backs, the girls couldn’t stop their friends from rubbing their bodies all over, causing them to squirm and writhe under the unwanted attention.  The girls, all of them from the high school, had a reputation of being the school sluts, but as such, they felt like they were untouchable.  Now they were going to rub in the humiliation as much as they could on the two helpless ponygirls who used to be their friends.

       Sarah felt one of the girls lifting her tail away from her ass, and then she felt the sharp SMACK on her ass as the girl began spanking her rump hard.  Sarah couldn’t do anything but take the spanking, as the girl tormenting her continued to rain spank after spank down on her exposed ass.  Julie wasn’t fairing any better, as another girl was similarly spanking her own ass, bringing yelps and squeals from her own ball bit gagged mouth.  In addition to the girls spanking them, two others had kneeled down in front of Sarah and Julie, and were busy lapping at their dripping pussies.  Sarah and Julie could only whimper, squeal, and moan into their ball bit gags as their tormentors worked them over.

       Their father watched as his daughters were worked over by the group of girls.  He could see his girls quivering and shaking as their asses were spanked, and their pussies licked.  He liked the looks of shock and shame on their faces, and he loved it when they quivered and the girls cheered as his ponygirl daughters gave the girls licking their pussies a shower of their honey.  As he finished up his shopping, he watched the girls quietly walked away, giggling at the humiliation they had done on their former friends. 

       Sarah and Julie shifted on their hooves as their father came out of the shop, and smiled.  He put his purchases into the back of the cart, and sat down on the seat, after untying their reigns from the post, and looping them over his ponygirl daughters’ shoulders.  He picked up the crop, and gave them both a vicious smack across their asses, and the girls could only lean into the harness, pulling their father and owner behind them, as he occasionally smacked them on their moving asses.  Their humiliation lasted all the rest of the trip back to their house, with many more former friends coming out to torment them, or to comment and congratulate their father on their conversion.

Chapter 3: Skins for the Slaves