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Adult Content Warning - this story contains adult themes, including non-consensual bondage/slavery and forced sexual acts. If you are under the lawful age for such materials (18 in most jurisdictions) or if you would find such material offensive, please go elsewhere.
Safety Warning. This story may contain descriptions of practices that are decidedly unsafe, either in general, or if performed by someone without adequate training. There are a number of good books available on safety in the BDSM scene. Most large cities, and some not so large ones, have organized BDSM groups that will usually welcome a newcomer. I'm not going to point out which practices are safe, and which aren't. Any practice is unsafe if performed by someone with inadequate training and experience, or if performed when not paying attention. Please think before you act. Don't make yourself a candidate for a Darwin award.
There are fifteen stories in the series entitled �Ponygirl Transformation.� At this point, I have no intention of writing additional stories in this series, although I thought that before Engineer burst on the scene. The stories are listed in order of the series timeline, although there are a few overlaps and several continuing characters. The first three set necessary background, the next three cover one formative event from three different viewpoints.
1. Ponygirl Finds Her Place
2. Kinder and Gentler
3. The Sorceress� Apprentice
4. Raw Material
5. Ponygirl by Choice
6. The Politics of Ponygirls
7. Ponygirls on Vacation
8. Bluebird Grows Up
9. Unregistered Ponygirls
10. Kidnapper
11. Suzie�s Ponygirl
12. Driver
13. Engineer (in preparation)
14. PonyGIRL?
15. Segue to Freehold (in preparation)
Acknowledgements. The setting and several of the characters are taken from a series of books by Sir Thomas (A pseudonym). �Adventures on the Hoof� and �Ponygirls, Inc� are both copyright by the Academy Club. Used by permission of Sir Thomas. These works are commercially available, and should not be on any web site on the internet, except for a short excerpt on Sir Jeff�s ponygirl web site.
Some of the characters and settings have been changed, either due to the different legal environment in the United States, my partially successful attempt to make the setting more consistent, and in one case a simple error of memory that got woven into the plot too deeply to back out by the time I discovered it.
In no case should you infer anything about the prior stories from this one. Sir Thomas has substantially different objectives for his stories.
There are a number of hidden references throughout to obscure (and some not so obscure) science fiction and fantasy stories. This is a game that some authors play. Should you care to look, have fun finding them.
Now on to the story...
Chapter 4. A real offer, at last.
Chapter 5. Morning at the apartment.
Chapter 15. Community Trainee.
Chapter 19. Your reality check is in the mail.
Chapter 20. Training Class, Part 2
Selma was getting more and more depressed as her job hunt lengthened without result. It was the middle of the early 21st century economic contraction. Unemployment was high, and employers were getting pickier and pickier.
At 5�10 in her stocking feet, the lithe tomboy with close-cropped blond hair had an adequately curved, but not spectacular figure. She kept herself in shape, but was never going to land a job on looks alone. Not that she was bad looking. She wasn�t. But she wasn�t beautiful either. A few years earlier, and she would have had job offers coming out her ears. Now, however illegal the practice, jobs for women were going to the ones that could serve as office decorations, as well as do something useful to earn their paycheck. She could do the latter, but not the former.
She lived frugally and was current on her bills, but she had no cushion, and the unemployment checks would end in a couple of months. End of unemployment meant end of apartment, meant the hopeless and short life of the homeless, of whom there seemed to be more and more.
Marriage wasn�t a way out. She didn�t lack for boyfriends, but they were all in the same boat. Even the ones that were employed didn�t have enough income to support a non-working wife. She was more than willing to work, but marriage didn�t bring an automatic paycheck. It still took two paychecks to support a couple at the beginning of their career.
Her family wasn�t a way out either. Her father�s family was dead, and as for her mother�s, the less said about them the better. She�d rather be dead than accept their help. It was beginning to look like she�d find out shortly.
She cruised the Internet regularly, looking for leads. She had even considered the sex industry, hazardous as it was, but she simply didn�t fit the profile of the tiny blond and curvy sex toy, even if she could do something about her hair. One out of three didn�t make it.
Then, there it was on her screen, in one of the sex personals newsgroups.
LIFETIME EMPLOYMENT GUARANTEED.
Has to be a scam, she thought as she pulled up the message contents.
Lifetime employment guaranteed. All needs furnished until the day you die. No taxes. No paperwork. No bureaucratic hassles. No office politics.
The successful candidate will be a 26yo or younger female, athletic, good looking, willing to sever all relationships with her current environment. If you are interested, email pgjobs @ coldmail.com
Must be a scam, she thought. At least, I can get a chuckle out of it. And I do fit the requirements. She sent a reply, and then forgot about it as she went on to the next scraping from the bottom of the barrel.
Selma�s message popped up on Jim�s screen, followed by the Internet trace back to her home ISP. A moment later, her home address came up. The other screen cleared, showing her sitting at her desk, working on a laptop. He moved the viewpoint a bit. Blond, looked like she kept herself in shape. Definitely not overweight. He triggered the Autofit program. 5�10�. Classics were still in demand.
He marveled, not for the first time, how easy it all was. Alice was definitely a wizard. Then he chuckled at what he had called the chief (and only) Sorceress of Ponygirls, Inc.
He sent the response packet. Special equipment inserted it directly into her ISP�s email server. There was no way to trace its back trail, since it had no back trail to trace.
A half hour later, Selma was still working. Her email program pinged. Incoming mail.
Lets see what got past the Spam filter this time, she mused. Bring up the email program. There was the header: LIFETIME EMPLOYMENT GUARANTEED - response to your inquiry.
Pull it up. There was an executable attachment. Oh, oh. This looks serious, or maybe seriously nasty.
Selma,
Thank you for your interest in our offer. We would prefer to continue this conversation by encrypted e-mail. In fact, we will only do so by encrypted e-mail. Further unencrypted responses to our server will be ignored.
The attachment is a convenience. It will install one of the several excellent, free email encryption programs on your system. If you choose not to use it, you can install any of the encryption packages yourself.
Sincerely,
Jim
Raw Material Analyst 1/c
She looked at the list of web sites. Interesting. If any of them were legit, she could always use an encryption package. And it sure beat looking at more sweepings from the bottom of the barrel.
Three hours later, she had selected a package, installed it, and sent a response. She checked her schedule for tomorrow. There were three employment agencies, and two leads that wouldn�t pan out. At least, it looked good in her job search log. They kept those unemployment checks coming.
The automatic watcher read her e-mail off of her computer. Meanwhile, the encrypted copy made its way to her ISP�s mail server, and then on to its next destination. It never arrived, although it seemed to. The technology that Alice and Pretty Lemon had worked out dealt with all of the details of getting things on and off the net without leaving traces. Or at least, without leaving any traces that anyone could follow up with.
She got up, and headed for bed. The automatic watcher noticed her getting up - the first significant change in posture for the last four hours. It started recording as she undressed, went to the bathroom, cleaned her teeth, put on a negligee, and slipped between the sheets. The recording went into the file for the next time a human looked at her.
Jim got into the office bright and early. He had six open files, and four second responses. One of them was Selma�s. He opened files on the four second responses, and sent the next standard message. From here, it would get interesting. Most of the second responses were met with outright, astonished, rejection.
Selma bounced out of bed as her alarm went off. Then she did her usual morning routine. Hit the toilet, then fifteen minutes of aerobics. Put on a running outfit, and out the door. An hour later, she was back, exhilarated. Shower, eat a light breakfast, and dress in a housecoat. Ready to continue her futile job search.
LIFETIME EMPLOYMENT GUARANTEED - Response to your inquiry.
Selma,
Thank you for your continued interest in our employment opportunity. Let us take a moment to tell you something of our business. Before we continue, we should warn you that this is a highly unusual business, and most people will not want to continue this conversation beyond this point.
To put it bluntly, we are in the slave trade. We provide highly specialized slaves to wealthy people with very specific interests.
If we make you an offer, and you accept it, you may expect to be sold at auction after successful completion of our training program. Our products are extremely high quality, and command correspondingly high prices. These high prices, in turn, virtually ensure that the slave will be kept in good condition, to provide years of service.
Sincerely
Jim.
Raw Materials Analyst, 1/c.
Selma stared at the message in disbelief. What the hell? There was no way she was going to continue this. She ought to report it to the authorities!
First, though, she had to do her daily tour of the employment offices and the unsuitable, unavailable jobs. Let�s draw a veil over that activity. It might be of interest to aficionados of Samuel Becket�s rather boring play, �Waiting For Godot.� It certainly isn�t of any interest to anyone else.
Eventually, her futile day drew to a close, and she returned home. Another session of aerobics, and she was ready to return to her equally futile search of the Internet.
She opened her e-mail, and there was Jim�s letter. She had forgotten to send it to the trash. Well, why not? It was actually the most fun she had had recently.
Dear Jim
Why should I consider this offer?
Sincerely
Selma
Puzzled.
She sorted through the rest of the trash from the net, and went to bed.
The next morning, there was a reply.
Dear Selma
I really have no answer as to why you should do it. I know I wouldn�t. A perusal of our files indicates that reasons for becoming a piece of property are highly individual.
You might try this:
Open a file, and make two columns. In one column write statements about your life. In the other column, make statements about the corresponding facets of a slave�s life.
If you email it to me, I will endeavor to correct any misconceptions you may have about the nature of our product.
Sincerely
Jim
Raw Materials Analyst 1/c
Hum. It seemed that there was a real person there after all with a real answer and an interesting exercise. Time to start her futile job search for the day. She dropped a notebook in her purse as she headed out the door.
By the time she got back in the evening, she had smoke coming out of her ears. Looking at what she had written had brought her predicament into sharp focus. The only thing was; she couldn�t figure out whom to kill in order to get a job.
A look at her face in the mirror brought the absurdity of the situation home. She went from anger to laughter in a moment.
She went to her laptop, entered the notes she had made, and looked at them. Added a few items here and there. Well, why not.
Jim
Please see attachment. It makes absolutely no sense. If I am reading this right, a piece of property has more chance of lasting happiness than I do. Where am I missing the boat?
Sincerely,
Selma
Steamed material 1/c
She went to bed. The next day, after another day of trotting around, looking at unavailable jobs, there was an e-mail.
Selma,
Your responses indicate that you think we do harem sex slaves. We don�t. There are other services that provide these. I must warn you, however, that the life of a sex slave is usually pretty short. People who can afford the product usually have enough money that the sex slave doesn�t have enough to do to keep her occupied, and her mind focused on her duty, and the relationship deteriorates quickly. The aftermarket in sex slaves is quite small, and is mostly patronized by pimps and procurers, looking for prostitutes to add to their string or bordello.
We actually do a very specialized category called a �pony slave�, or �pony girl�. A properly trained pony girl acts, in most respects, like a pony. If her owner wants, she participates in dressage, racing or jumping competitions among aficionados.
I�ve attached a short video of some typical competition activities. If you would kindly send a recent picture, and some description of your exercise schedule, I can possibly make a more detailed comment.
Sincerely
Jim
Raw Materials Analyst 1/c
Jim
Thank you for the video. After I got over the shock of what you did to that poor girl, I have to admit that she moves beautifully. That dance routine was a stunning interpretation of the music. And done in restricted motion.
I�ve included a short video of myself doing my aerobics, since I suspect that is what you would be most interested in. I also do an hour run every day.
A pony girl. Huh. I suppose she sleeps in a stable, eats hay and gossips with the other ponies.
Selma
Raw Material 1/c
Selma,
Thanks for the video. You keep yourself in quite good shape, I see. That would speed up your training program, since not as much time would have to be spent on physical conditioning and endurance training.
Yes, Silence Is Golden is quite exceptional. There are very few ponies that can come up to her standard, and even fewer that are better.
We don�t keep our ponies in a stable. They sleep on a quite comfortable mat, in a form of bondage called a hog-tie. It initially takes some getting used to, but after a short time the pony sleeps quite comfortably.
They eat something we call mash. It�s actually a very well balanced mixture of foods, vitamins and minerals that can keep the active pony in good health indefinitely. It tastes like a gourmet ice cream. In fact, most of the training staff eats it occasionally. It�s much healthier than the typical machine junk food snacks.
Ponies are trained not to talk. It�s simply not allowed. We are quite strict about that. The typical pony loses all desire to talk fairly early in the training course. You should also be aware that, based on current market statistics, about 86% of our product goes to owners whose staff speaks a different language than you do.
Since you are the runner type, I�ve included a short video of a running competition.
Jim
Raw Materials Analyst 1/c
Not to talk? Yeeech! But on the other hand, how many meaningful conversations had she had lately? Her current most interesting conversation was with a recruiter for a ponygirl herd! Have to think about this.
Jim
I�m not sure whether to say that the race in that video was obscene, beautiful, or just weird. Who were those sulky drivers? I�ve never seen such small people. Did you contract with a tribe of leprechauns?
About the sleep. It�s just as well; I�m allergic to hay. Is mash all that they eat? That could get monotonous. Not talking? I�m not sure I could take it.
Which brings up an interesting point? If she sleeps in bondage, what do you do with her during the day when you aren�t using her?
How do you do the training? All the ponies I�ve seen in the pictures you sent act like ponies, not like normal girls. Are there breaks? How much is classroom, how much is hands on, or should I say, hoofs on?
Selma
Really curious, now
Selma,
They are small, aren�t they? They are really reclusive, and are the basis of the leprechaun legends. They are absolutely the best trainers around. I suspect that they stick around us because they�re getting their own back after all these years. We certainly haven�t been kind to them. Revenge must be sweet. They get to ride the humans like horses.
Yes, mash is all they eat. We vary the flavor, but it does get monotonous. Hay would be just as monotonous, and wouldn�t taste nearly as good.
You will spend essentially all of your time in some form of bondage, except for the morning shower and grooming. When you are not actively being worked, you will be mounted on what we call a display stand. I�m including a video of a couple of our ponies on their stands.
Our training methods are proprietary. You will become a pony, and be treated as a pony, right from day one. We will start breaking you immediately. There is no point in delaying it. You will not like the process of being broken to obedience. You will, however, have no choice about it, and you will be broken.
Jim
Raw Materials Analyst 1/c
Jim,
They look cute on that display stand. Those puppy paws are just too much. But why are their heads tilted back? I�d think they�d be bored out of their minds - if any. Of course, they were out of their minds to sign up, so it probably makes no difference.
Selma
Curiouser and Curiouser
Selma
You�re getting into interesting questions. Their heads are tilted back because their collars are shaped to force that posture. And the main reason is that it makes them look cute. Another one is that it makes them arch their backs, which brings their breasts forward. Most men find the effect erotic.
Another is that it puts their nose between their eyes. That makes their vision somewhat more like a horse�s. Pony�s eyes are on the sides of the head; they don�t have binocular vision because the fields of vision only overlap a little bit in the front.
Also, it�s the best angle for the head while being ridden. Since the trunk is tilted when under a saddle, the additional tilt of the head lets them look forward.
No, they aren�t bored. We don�t permit it. A bored pony gets into trouble. Seriously, have you ever seen a bored pony? When they�re on the stand, they are trained to stay alert and pay attention to the most interesting stimulus they can see. If there really isn�t any, they doze.
I thoroughly agree; they were out of their minds to sign up. But they did.
Jim
Raw Materials Analyst 1/c
Jim,
One thing still puzzles me. Why are you telling me all of this? I would think that it would drive applicants away. I�m surprised you just don�t kidnap people off the street?
Selma
Puzzled.
Selma,
It�s called informed consent. Our boss has a real bug about that. You�d be surprised at how many go through with it. There are a lot of people who think long-term bondage is exactly what they want. On the other hand, I don�t think any amount of informed consent would cover what we do to initially break a pony.
We used to kidnap girls right off the street. We still do on occasion, but we make most of our raw material requirements from volunteers.
We like what we see. We think you would train up real nice, and net us a good profit at auction. We�ll extend a formal offer, with appropriate paperwork, whenever you are ready.
Jim
Raw Materials Analyst 1/c
Jim
Thanks for clearing that up. If I accept the job offer, where would I go to begin?
Selma
Raw Material.
Selma,
We will tell you when and where to report at the time.
Our evaluation committee has met, and agrees that you would be good raw material for our program. Consider this an offer to be included, and to become a pony slave.
I�ve attached an acceptance form. If you accept, you may or may not be able to back out. That depends on circumstances. You will definitely not be able to back out once you are physically in our possession.
If you want to back out after acceptance, please e-mail attachment 2, marked �decline�.
If you want to accept, please digitally sign and email attachment 1.
Sincerely,
Jim
Raw Materials Analyst 1/c
99-YEAR TRANSFERABLE INDENTURE
I, Selma Murchison (hereinafter known as human livestock), do hereby indenture myself to Ponygirls, Inc. (hereinafter known as owner), for a term of 99 years. Owner�s interest may be transferred to any other party, at any time, without restriction.
The standard definition of the class of human livestock called a ponygirl, as defined by the International Ponygirl Consortium, is attached by reference. Owner will break the livestock to obedience, and will train it to the specifications referenced above.
The livestock agrees to accept the training, and understands that any attempt at disobedience will be trained out.
Livestock certifies that adequate information was given to constitute informed consent.
[Signed]
She pressed enter, and off the document went to its destination.
�That was amusing�, thought Selma. �Wouldn�t it be rich if someplace like Ponygirls, Inc really existed? Oh, well, off to bed. Another three employment agencies and two failed leads tomorrow.�
The next day dawned crisp and clear. Selma did her aerobics, and did her run. Then she headed back to her apartment to begin the long series of futile job interviews.
Last stop for the day. Try to look interested. You know you won�t be hired. They know they won�t hire you. They know you know. You know they know. STOP THAT!
She took a deep breath, and opened the door. Stornath Engineering. Never heard of them before the unemployment office gave her the lead. They had an opening for a file clerk.
The girl at the desk was a quite decorative, possibly useful honey blonde. Exactly the type you wanted at the front desk. She stated her purpose. The honey blonde pulled out a form, and handed it to her. She pointed at an office across the hall, and said to use it to fill out the application. Selma walked toward the office as a couple of men came down the corridor, deep in conversation with each other. As she reached to open the door, she saw the name printed on it, in neat little letters. Ponygirls, Inc. She froze for a moment. She never felt the stunner.
Terry and Mike grabbed her. Time was essential now. She had to be mostly packed before she recovered from the stun.
They carried her into the office, and laid her out on the desk. First things first. A blindfold and a gag went on her head. They put a belt around her waist. This was leather, about two inches high, and locked in front. There were a number of rings attached.
Leather cuffs went around her wrists. They pulled her hands behind her, and padlocked the cuffs to the belt. Then they put cuffs on her ankles. They took off her shoes, and then bent her feet up behind her back. Her ankle cuffs were now hooked to a short steel rod that attached to her belt. She was hogtied.
They lifted her into the transport box. This was heavily padded to avoid any damage in shipment. She struggled a moment as she started to come around. Terry and Mike worked quickly, attaching her to a webbing of restraints. They would keep her from moving around and possibly hurting herself. Keeping her quiet used to be one of the objectives, but it was now secondary.
Jill came into the room, and picked a curious contraption off the shelf. She lifted the girl�s head, and inserted it into her nostrils. Then she quickly attached hoses from a pair of oxygen bottles, and a container of sleepy gas. The gadget began to hum quietly to itself. She attached a final hose to a fitting on the inside of the box that led to the outside air.
Jill put her hand under the girl�s rib cage. She was breathing normally. If she stopped breathing, the gadget would take over, forcing air into her lungs, and then exhausting it. Jill attached a final hose to a fitting in the front of her gag. This hose ran to a receptacle for saliva. It was no part of their plan that they drown her from being kept gagged too long without attention.
Jill checked Terry and Mike. All done. She swung the lid over, and padlocked it. Then she pulled a sticker from her clipboard, and pasted it on the box next to the padlock. Selma was ready for shipment.
Terry and Mike left the room. Jill stayed behind to watch. After a moment, the box seemed to shift somehow, like it had a mind. And it couldn�t decide whether it was here or there. The feeling grew, and then suddenly the box was no longer here. It was definitely there. The table where the box had rested was empty.
Jill left the room, rejoining Terry and Mike.
�As many times as I see that, it still seems unreal. I mean, how can a box be somewhere, and somewhere else at the same time? It isn�t possible, but I keep seeing it.�
�Well, I�m glad it�s you and not me. The one and only time I saw that, I went into hysterics. They had to stun me to quiet me down, and Alice had to give me some posthypnotic suggestions. I�ll just stay out of its way, thank you.�
�Me, too. It just isn�t natural. It�s better than the old method, so I�ll put up with it, but don�t ask me to watch. Gives me the willies.�
The procurement team cleaned up behind themselves, and left. Tomorrow the builders would begin remodeling the office for a new company. It had no connection with anything that had just happened.
Selma is on her way to becoming a ponygirl. She�s going to find out what that means in the next exciting episode of Raw Material!
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