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Generation Stables

By: Carolyn Faulkner
Published By: Blushing Press
Copyright: � Carolyn Faulkner and Blushing Books, 2010-2013
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This story was originally published as Generation Stables, Part I and Generation Stables, Part II, but here we give you both, combined into one novel!

Truly our most "edgy" material, Generation Stables is a "ponygirl" spanking story.

Amanda is captured by the mysterious stablemaster to be turned into a ponygirl, a sexual slave whose life is one of being trained to bit and harness, who lives only to serve her groomsmen. Mandy - a feisty businesswoman in her former life - needs severe training, through constant spankings and canings, but eventually she learns to love the life of a ponygirl.

Mandy's life at the extreme edge of BDSM as she becomes a successfully bred ponygirl. But life in the breeding barn is just as extreme, and her grooms are just as strict with her as ever.

Contains: nonconsensual spanking and caning, anal and breast punishment, fantasy rape, fantasy slavery, and bondage scenes, anal punishment, and bondage.

Amanda Matthews was a woman who demanded respect and accepted nothing less in every aspect of her life; even to her friends � who were not thick on the ground by any means - she was Amanda, never anything as casual as “Mandy”, and to her underlings she was “Ms. Matthews” no matter how late at night they worked. She had a powerful, responsible position as the youngest executive in the investment department at a large commercial bank. She was, in her business as well as her personal dealings, what used to be referred to as “prim and proper”. Having a very singular mind towards her career goals, she had never found a man who attracted her enough to pull her away from her job, thus, at twenty-nine, she was an unapologetic and highly successful virgin, and she kept her sexual preferences, whatever those were, to herself, disdaining those who brandished their own in public.

Before she’d died, her mother despaired of her ever “finding a man”, but Amanda was quite satisfied with her life and needed no man to complete it. She had her job and a few close friends, and that was all she aspired to in this life; spinsterhood was not a concern.

It was enough, she kept telling herself as she left her job one evening, the last person out of the building as usual. The parking garage was dark and the attendant was nowhere in sight, of course. She had her keys already out, though, and looked around carefully for anyone else. She saw no one.

By the time she noticed the van pull up beside her, it was too late. A big, burly man had already jumped out, clamped a damp, chloroform soaked cloth over her mouth, and dragged her unconscious body into its dark interior, closing and locking the door with a loud clunk.

Across town, a nubile eighteen year old woman stepped out the abandoned building where a huge rave was ongoing, and had been for several days. It was so loud in there she could barely thing, and she was getting a headache, partly from the noise and partly because she hadn’t eaten in three days. Debbie Townsend took a deep, deep breath of clean air, indulging in a full-body stretch with no concern at all about the need to be careful in that part of town. She was newly homeless; a runaway with no place to live and no one looking after her. As yet she had no pimp and was not hooked on any of the drugs that were so readily available inside.

When the blue van pulled up alongside her, she paid it no attention, nor did any of the others milling about outside. As soon as Debbie turned the corner away from the crowd, the sliding door on the side of the van opened, and she was dragged inside, the sounds of her screams drowned by the still booming music.

Generations Stables had been in business for, as the name implied, generations. It functioned in complete secrecy, with a blind eye from the government, who occasionally provided new bloodlines for the operation, or new farm or field stock.

Aaron Johnson, whose family had run the Stables for more years than anyone liked to remember � probably since its inception - rubbed his hand through his full head of black hair, drawing in a lungful of sweet smelling, early morning air. He’d just gotten a call on his cell telling him that there’d be two new arrivals in a few minutes, so he set a groomsman to making sure that all of the necessary arrangements were made in the receiving room and that there were two immaculately clean stalls ready.

When the blue van arrived, the two women were still woozy from the chloroform, bound and gagged and undressed while they were unconscious, so it was relatively easy to move them into the reception area, which was a large room with soft dirt on the floor strewn with a layers of clean hay and sweet smelling herbs, which was the required flooring in all stalls. Each animal’s stall was scrupulously cleaned out morning and evening, and Aaron was known to fire on the spot any groomsman or stable hand that passed by a stall with a mess in it and didn’t clean it out. He applied the same rule to himself, too � he would not tolerate his valuable animals standing around in filth under any circumstances, and could often be found in a mare’s stall � he definitely favored the females � with a shovel in his hand, and more often than not a sweet treat for the mare like a sugar cube or a bit of apple or carrot � or the highly prized chocolate, but that was only given out on very special occasions.

The women were arranged together in the receiving room; Aaron had found that, in the beginning, it was often beneficial to keep the mares together. They tended to be a little bit less hysterical when they were with their own kind. Each had been put into the stable’s special type of restraints for newcomers that would keep them � as well as any trainers, groomsmen, or stable hands that got near them for a while � safe. They could � and, Aaron acknowledged with a smile to himself, did quite prettily � buck and writhe and wiggle and arch, but there was truly no way out of the system of straps and stocks he had created himself. The flesh displayed before him was quite arousing, and that was no mistake at all. Each animal’s neck was encircled by a very pretty, soft leather collar that had three D-rings, one on either side and one in front. A short leather length bound the front ring to a bolt in the floor, limiting the females’ ability to raise their heads. Each feminine wrist was secured in a highly padded cuff that was chained to the floor on either side, so that neither of them could raise their hands off the floor. Each mare’s shoulders were, because of the shortness of their lead, inches above the pot pourri’d hay. Generously padded wooden stocks both supported their waists, enhancing and lifting them into the “present” position, and capturing them, holding their torsos as still as possible, and framing the lovely heart shaped asses that spilled out of them. Knees were bound and bolted, more than twenty inches apart, ankles in much the same cuffs as the other areas of their bodies, short-chained to prevent scissor kicking or, truly, much movement at all.

Amanda’s long mane of chocolate brown hair was arranged in an artful bun at the base of her neck to keep it out of the way for training. Within the next two to six weeks � depending how she took to her new situation � it would rarely be allowed to flow loose unless she was being groomed, but despite that fact that no one as yet would see its rich glory, her groomsman would wash, condition, and brush it every day until it shone. The bun covered part of the back of the bridle she was wearing � that they both were wearing. It was a training bridle with the bit removed, in consideration of the minor dental surgery that had been performed; the average person had thirty-two teeth, they now each had thirty. Two bottom molars had been pulled to make a place for the bit to rest well-back within their mouths. But for now, until their gums healed, they wore only the leather harness part of the bridle which consisted of straps over and around the head and beneath the chin, with big blinders on either side of their eyes.

They were just starting to come around, testing their bonds by reflex more so than anything else. Aaron stayed behind them deliberately. Her handlers’ looks should be of no concern to a mare. Eventually she would be able to recognize and differentiate each one of them by sound and smell alone. Debbie seemed groggier than Amanda, who, once she woke began to diligently pull at her wrists and ankles, but then Debbie could simply be more inherently submissive than Amanda. Time would tell, and the grooms would carefully note each mare’s personality traits, moods, and menstrual cycle. Of the two, if Aaron had been pressed to make a snap judgment, he would say the Debbie was going to have the easier time of it, but then, he wasn’t always right about those things. Sometimes the little fillies surprised him.

His voice was calculatedly firm and reassuring, pitched low to make them strain just the slightest to hear him. “Right now you’re probably wondering where you are. You’re in a safe place where you will never be harmed, but your lives have changed irrevocably. As of this moment, you are no longer whoever you were before you came here. Those two identities � those two human women - are gone, and from what we’ve observed, not a lot of people are really going to miss you.”

He stood between them but neither woman could lift or turn her head enough to see him. His fingertips rested possessively on the small of each bare back. The words came to them as if on a cloud of chloroform haze, only every other word penetrating their fuzzy consciousness. And that was exactly the way Aaron wanted it, at first. If he had to, he would keep them like that � just a bit off center � with carefully controlled doses of a particular drug until each was slowly weaned off it by the end of their schooling. He hated to taint his girls that way, but had sometimes found it was the least traumatic method of easing them into their new environment. Each upturned set of buttocks already bore the evidence of their first light dose; light to make sure there were no adverse reactions, small enough to allow them to find their way out of the soupy shroud left by the chloroform. “There is no escape from this place; and you do not want to learn the penalties for trying to flee. They are some of the most severe we have. There are no penalties for an actual escape, since no one has been successful yet.”

“From now on,” Aaron continued, stroking each sleek flank, “you each belong to me. You’re mine. You will each be trained to my particular specifications, primarily by your own groomsman whom you will meet in a moment, but occasionally by others as well, including myself. It is not necessary that you understand the whats or whys. The important things are that you obey any men you see and learn your lessons well. Although you will soon loose any track of time beyond day to day concerns, your re-education will take anywhere from two to six weeks. The length of time it takes to accustom you to your new position in life depends entirely on you.”

And, just as he’d predicted, the filly on his left, whose first name had been Amanda in her former life, was having a hard time of it. Debbie had settled nicely under his hand, even arching a bit when his palm left her skin, bereft of its warmth for a moment. But Amanda . . . she was testing the strength of every cuff � not systematically � but almost furiously, trying to buck out of the waist stock. Aaron grinned softly. He was glad he’d had Ted, her groom, put the extra padding on hers. Intuition? Nah. Just care for the delicate, flawless hide of his property. Her milky white skin drew him like a magnet, and he didn’t want anything marring it.

Kind of stupid, actually, considering what a mess her bottom was probably � definitely � going to be at various points during the next few weeks, but then no permanent damage was ever done to any mare he owned. In fact, he’d had a hand in taking down some men who ran operations like his own � well, operations for the same reason as he did. But they had no respect for the treasures in their care � abusing them with bullwhips and singletails that marked their trembling hides forever.

Nothing like that was ever used on his animals � even the farm studs who worked in the fields pulling plows all day were treated better than that.

“Now, we’ve kept your names the same so you don’t need to learn to respond to new ones.” Aaron touched each of them between the shoulder blades, stroking slowly. “We have Mandy here on my left and Debbie on my right. You two will be spending a certain amount of time together today. You’re each naked, and you’re both in exactly the same position right now, with your cute little behinds way up in the air, so there’s no need to be embarrassed about it or get fretful.”

Aaron squatted down, knees cracking from previous injuries, reaching under Mandy first to tweak a pouty nipple, then it was Debbie’s turn. Neither of them could scream due to a particular spray used on the backs of their throats that was powerful enough on one application to begin to atrophy their vocal chords, and eventually the disuse would become permanent. Eventually, no matter how hard they tried, they wouldn’t be able do much beyond screams of pain and moans of pleasure � nothing with any particular articulation, but rather high-pitched mewls or low, guttural groans, ant not much in between.

His casual caresses helped reinforce the idea of his ownership and their submission � there was nothing they could do to stop him from exploring anywhere on their bodies any time he wanted. The sooner they came to grips with that fact, the easier the transition would be for them.

“Now, this is the not-so-nice portion of my welcome lecture.” He cleared his throat. “I’ve said that what you need to do to get on well here is to obey and learn. Keep that in mind, because although I have pretty close to infinite patience with someone who is trying hard to learn something, making every effort to do as she’s told, I have less than no patience with someone who is deliberately disobedient or defiant. If you should display either of those attitudes to me, or your groom, or for that manner to any man that you come in contact with, punishment will be swift and severe � each and every time.”

He rose and picked one of the bath brushes that the grooms used when bathing their charges. It was about twenty-four inches long, solid oak, with a flat oval head that was about four inches wide by five long � roughly the size of a large palm. Aaron hefted it a little; it had been a while since he’d actually had a hand in a first punishment, and even longer still since he went through grooms’ training and had taken fifty whacks with each disciplinary implement that Generations employed, one session each week of Disciplinary Attitude class for eleven weeks: hand, hairbrush, leather paddle, wooden paddle, tawse, rubber strap, bath brush, birch, switch, belt, and cane. The Stables required that anyone who might use an implement on a horse would know how it felt to be punished by that particular implement. It made the men deliver more sound, less emotionally inspired discipline because their own butts had been bruised by the same exact implements.

Before he even approached her, Mandy had caught on to what was going to happen next � how, he didn’t know, but she was pulling and wrestling for all she was worth, keening and mewling and making his flesh rise in his pants as her breasts and bottom jiggled and wobbled while she tried to get out of those unforgiving restraints. That one was a smart girl. High-strung and beautiful, she’d be gorgeous in the ring and would probably throw some beautiful foals when he put her into the breeding program.

But right now, he stood to one side of her, laying the head of the brush flat against her taut rump, then snapping it down five times, good and hard � once on each lovely cheek, once on the back of each thigh and once in the middle of what would have been called her “sit spot” - leaving several seconds between each swat to allow the pain to truly sink in. With each stroke he saw her body flex, absorbing it against her will yet trying to fight against it at the same time, the whimpers becoming more frantic at each sharp crack of wood to skin.

Aaron found it hard to resist patting Mandy when he was done, but he did. At this point in her education, sympathy would do nothing but rile her, anyway. Debbie was already sobbing when he got to her, but she seemed resigned to her fate and was nowhere near as agitated as her companion, even at the end of her introduction to the Stables’ style of discipline.

He returned the brush to the hook it hung from � each stall had a built in cupboard that contained one of each implement, so that the groom was never without one. Generally, though, they carried something on them, in a pocket or hanging by a leash from their belt � whatever their favorite tool was - just in case a lassie got a little uppity and forgot her place. Once a female had completed training, she knew that it was useless to resist and usually settled down; a good percentage of women, seventy-five to eighty percent, by his records, fairly thrived in their new lives.

The idea was not to allow either of the two new arrivals to become a part of the twenty percent who fought their captivity for the rest of their days.

Resuming his place between them, Aaron squatted down again, cupping a breast on each side as he spoke, hefting them gently in contrast to the spankings he had just delivered. Debbie’s nipple was flaccid, as he expected. She was still weeping pitifully, and he let his hand become more caressing, more soothing, patting her back and murmuring wordless sounds hypnotically under his breath. She settled down almost immediately.

Turning to Mandy, he cupped her breast and was startled to find her nipple rock hard. With a surprised frown, he rolled that impudent nipple, pinching just a tiny bit, listening, looking, and feeling for sounds of arousal that were almost never present in a filly after a punishment; especially not a newly captured ponygirl who had just experienced her first taste of what disobedience wrought in this existence. But in Mandy, they were excitingly blatant: her breath became hard, well beyond the leftover from her tears and both nipples � upon inspection � were found to be what had to be achingly tight tips. He probably shouldn’t do this, Aaron thought, but he did it anyway � a big hand followed a wandering path down her sides and over the sore red rump that bore the remnants of his attentions: five bright, angry splotches of pain in each area, on each cheek. Repositioning himself to hunker down behind her, he stayed there for a long moment, enjoying the sights and sounds before him; her legs were forced wide apart by the straps around her knees, bottom held high in the air, presenting her beautiful genitals to him like a supplicant offering � hence the name for the position as “display”. It was a wonderful position for breeding, pleasuring, punishing, bathing, inspecting . . . so many fantastic things that made his mouth water just to think of doing them to Mandy.

Her sweet, musky scent drifted into his nose. Aaron adored the female scent; he found it incredibly exciting. As he considered her nude beauty, he was amazed to see visual evidence of what his fingers were going to confirm tactilely � she had been aroused by that light little disciplinary demonstration. Oh, she didn’t like the fact that her body had responded in a sexual manner to such searing pain, to be sure, and she also didn’t like how he was inspecting her right now, either; Mandy was pulling so hard at the cuffs that held her that Aaron was just a tad concerned she might damage herself accidentally � pull a muscle or dislocate something in her agitated frenzy.

But he wanted to feel her, and so he pressed two fingers into that involuntarily welcoming slit. His action ended up doing just what he’d wanted to: it shocked her enough that she stood stock still, quivering and shivering and blowing breath out of her lungs just like a real horse as he carefully but firmly parted two plump, swollen lips, exposing the well-guarded entrance to her body. Aaron knew Mandy was a virgin � a preliminary gynecological exam had been conducted on them not long after they’d arrived, along with a denuding of the pelts between their legs, while they were still unconscious. He wouldn’t be able to get into her very far and that was fine. He just wanted to feel her silky liquid dribble onto his fingers, and she obliged him with a steady stream of luscious honey that coated his exploring digits instantaneously.

Aaron had found the idea of her virginity unbelievably sexy, himself. Even though they generally accumulated women who were much younger than Mandy, preferably in their late teens or early twenties � the prime breeding years � even the young eighteen year olds rarely arrived intact. Hence Miss Mandy-girl’s entire sex life would take place in his stables. The only sexuality she would know � beyond anything she might have done with her own fingers in her own bed late at night � which she would never again be allowed to reach down and do to herself � would be that of a ponygirl, which, definitely in her case, would be almost wholly concerned with breeding and being impregnated.

“Ahhhh, Mandy, we’re gonna have to be extra hard on you, aren’t we?” he breathed hoarsely, his cock straining against his pants. At his threatening words, she began to tug again, as Aaron withdrew with a gentle pat to her flank. He trailed his wet fingers up her back as he came to stand between them again. “I think I might just have to train you myself, honey. And, based on what I just saw, I think you’ll like that a lot.”

Having made that snap decision, though, they would both still need groomsmen, so the next thing that Aaron did was to introduce Ted, who would be Mandy’s groom, and Eric, who would be Debbie’s. Each of the men immediately lay their hands on their animals, near their roasted butts, then firmly and gently approached the girls’ heads. Each groom ran their hands over every part of the filly’s bodies, mentally noting any sensitive or ticklish places, and when each mare might have had an indrawn breath or bucked against her restraints. Ted had it easy with Mandy � she bucked through the whole thing. He turned to Aaron and smiled. “This is one spirited filly you’ve got here � you sure you wanna do the training on her? I’d love to tame her myself.”

Aaron grinned back and clapped Ted on the shoulder. “I’m sure you would, buddy, but no, I want to educate her myself � she’ll probably end up as my stablemate.”

Although any of the grooms or stable hands could take any mare at any time � except for those mares who might be restricted for whatever reason � each of them had favorites which were called stablemates. They were the ones that each man was more likely to breed with, because of preferences in personality or body type or mane color . . . or just plain bonding. Pretty much every filly in the stable was a favorite of someone, and some of them were the favorites of more than one male, which Aaron permitted as long as no jealousy was ever exhibited by the hands or grooms in question.

“You’re going to have your hands full with her, boss,” Ted whistled, still stroking Mandy in what he knew was a soothing manner, having done this thousands of times before for a newcomer, but she was not responding and settling down as she should. Debbie had already happily nuzzled her groom, and was being released to follow him to her own stall.

“What do you think?” Ted asked, looking to Aaron as he hummed softly to the sweating, agitated mare. “You think a fussy pill will help her for the night?”

Aaron frowned. A “fussy pill” was a euphemism for a suppository with a mild sedative � Phenobarbital � just enough to take the edge off. Aaron hated to use them, much preferring a more natural method of relaxation, especially for the fillies. But, if he did it, it would be a temporary solution that would assure that she would get a good night’s sleep. He wasn’t willing to consider a program of regular medication to control her, and he prayed fervently that it wouldn’t come to that at all. “Give me a minute with her, hmmm? Maybe I can get her to relax some. If my method doesn’t work, then, yes, I’ll have to agree that she needs settling by whatever means necessary.”

“Okay, boss.”

“Check back with me in . . . “ he narrowed his gaze on her slender back, “oh, about a half an hour � if we’re not here, then we’ll be in her stall, which will mean that I’ve been at least somewhat successful. Turn that heat up for me a couple notches, will you on your way out?”

Ted grinned back at him as he left. “Ah, boss, if anyone can get a fractious filly to settle down, it would be you. They all love you.”

Aaron began to pat Mandy’s flank. “You don’t love me right now, though, do you, Mandy-girl?” He asked rhetorically in a whisper. His fingers unwound the bun at the back of her neck and delved into the soft, sable hair, letting it flow over them like water. “I bet if I took that bridle off, you’d do your best to give me what for, even though you still wouldn’t be able to talk well without it, and I’m sure you’d try � and maybe you’d succeed in biting me.”

Mandy stood and shivered under his hands, but she couldn’t even nod her head in agreement, she was so tightly bound.

“Well,” Aaron said in a very low, comforting tone, “maybe you’ll like me better if I can help you unwind some, hmmm, sweetheart?”

In her mind, as she gritted her teeth even though it hurt her to do so, Mandy fumed at him. She was furious. Livid. And she wanted out at any cost. She hated the man next to her, she hated this whole situation, and if it killed her, so be it; she was going to get the fuck out of here. Case closed.

But as rabidly as her mind kept repeating how it detested the circumstances she currently found herself in, her body managed stubbornly to betray her at every single turn. Her body was primed and ready for whatever they threw at her next.

She had always had dominance and submission fantasies � and although no one who knew her would have guessed, she was always the submissive in the storyline, always the captive forced to do the sheik’s obscene bidding, always the Rebel sympathizer cornered in her plantation basement by a huge, masculine Yankee Colonel come to occupy her house and her body and eventually her heart.

The big man’s movements were slow and easy but unconscious, as if he’d done this a million times and gave no particular thought to it, and all he did at first was merely brush her hair. Mandy realized that she must’ve been up on some sort of platform, because her shoulders were about nipple level with his chest, and on all fours as she was she would never be that tall. As if he’d read her mind, he began to speak. “You’re on a grooming platform,” Aaron kept the same gentle tone throughout, but gave her information that he thought would help her soothe herself. With some fillies it was the unknown that scared them the most about things . . . or first times doing things, and not just sex. Once they’d done something and been okay doing it and nothing bad happened to them while they did it, they were fine to do it again on command, even. But a lot of the smarter fillies were xenophobic. They had lost any control over the lives and their surroundings and their bodies, but they were not going to do something unfamiliar on top of that. Sometimes, Aaron mused, the smarter ones had it harder � but he had to smile. He felt, though, that those mares were the most challenging to help adjust to their new lifestyle. They were the ones worth working extra hard with, worth being extra hard on, because if they could be turned, then they would be fantastic brood mares, and they would add their tremendous strength to the Stables’ bloodlines.

“You’ll be groomed thoroughly at least twice a day � morning and evening � more often if you’re taken outside at all, which you really won’t be much during your training period.” He had put some sort of sweet smelling lotion on his hands, and proceeded to start to rub it all over her back. Mandy’s head came up as far as it could, and he could see that she was drinking in the new smell as much as possible. “I think we’ll use lilac and lavender with you. Royal purple suits a fine, blooded filly like you.” The massage felt great � only Mandy didn’t want it to feel great, and for a while she tried to avoid his hands. He never made mention of her efforts, although he certainly must have noticed them, just kept rubbing and speaking in hushed tones. “Generally, you’ll be awakened at six or so, and you’ll have a good, nutritious breakfast, and then you’ll be groomed and washed and perfumed and powdered to within an inch of your life so that you’re all beautiful and pretty � not that you’re not already � and then maybe � when you’re not in training - you’ll be turned o

Barbara on 09/10/2014 09:17am
This is a rather difficult book to evaluate. It's one of Ms Faulkner's darker stories which are harsh in a very hot, sexual way. It's well written but for me it strayed over the edge into unacceptable abuse when it refered to the infants of forcibly bred 'pony' women being removed from their mothers at a few weeks of age and being raised to 'ponies' too. The other thing I found unacceptable was the women having their vocal chords destroyed so that they could no longer speak. Thes two things tipped the story from being a sexual fantasy to being sadistic cruelty.
Barbara on 09/10/2014 09:17am
This is a rather difficult book to evaluate. It's one of Ms Faulkner's darker stories which are harsh in a very hot, sexual way. It's well written but for me it strayed over the edge into unacceptable abuse when it refered to the infants of forcibly bred 'pony' women being removed from their mothers at a few weeks of age and being raised to 'ponies' too. The other thing I found unacceptable was the women having their vocal chords destroyed so that they could no longer speak. Thes two things tipped the story from being a sexual fantasy to being sadistic cruelty.
on 09/03/2014 11:55am
This is a well written book but I'm not quite sure about the content. It's certainly hot but there were some aspects of the story that made me very uncomfortable. For example, the woman having their vocal chords destroyed so that they couldn't speak, their children being removed at a few weeks of age & then being reared as 'ponys'. Abuse of the women is bad enough but the implied abuse of infants and children utterly unacceptable.
on 09/03/2014 11:55am
This is a well written book but I'm not quite sure about the content. It's certainly hot but there were some aspects of the story that made me very uncomfortable. For example, the woman having their vocal chords destroyed so that they couldn't speak, their children being removed at a few weeks of age & then being reared as 'ponys'. Abuse of the women is bad enough but the implied abuse of infants and children utterly unacceptable.
Monique on 06/25/2014 01:05pm
What I loved most about this book was that the equine role was forced upon the main character, as appose to volunteering and the fact that she was physically muted by destroying her vocal cords, which gave the role more credence. All other pony play books lacked these elements and when a pony can talk it just ruins the role.
Monique on 06/25/2014 01:05pm
What I loved most about this book was that the equine role was forced upon the main character, as appose to volunteering and the fact that she was physically muted by destroying her vocal cords, which gave the role more credence. All other pony play books lacked these elements and when a pony can talk it just ruins the role.
Margaret on 06/03/2014 11:50am
Great story with submission and desire. Very real descriptions. She comes into herself. Thsnk you.
Margaret on 06/03/2014 11:50am
Great story with submission and desire. Very real descriptions. She comes into herself. Thsnk you.
Kendra Trafton on 08/25/2013 06:30am
Very good story for anyone who like pony play and severe discipline all rolled into one. You can really see and feel the struggle Mandy goes thru before she finally submits and becomes happy in her new life.
Kendra Trafton on 08/25/2013 06:30am
Very good story for anyone who like pony play and severe discipline all rolled into one. You can really see and feel the struggle Mandy goes thru before she finally submits and becomes happy in her new life.
Elisa on 02/11/2013 10:28pm
I was wary to read this at first, pony play stories can iffy and I've come across several fairly brutal ones. But this is different - the women are objectified but there is a surprising amount of tenderness and care. It's like it's part age-play, part pony-play. There is a lot of spankings, and very hot sex scenes. You can almost track Mandy's struggle into full submission and her release - but it's not without struggle and that feels very real. Well written and hot.
Elisa on 02/11/2013 10:28pm
I was wary to read this at first, pony play stories can iffy and I've come across several fairly brutal ones. But this is different - the women are objectified but there is a surprising amount of tenderness and care. It's like it's part age-play, part pony-play. There is a lot of spankings, and very hot sex scenes. You can almost track Mandy's struggle into full submission and her release - but it's not without struggle and that feels very real. Well written and hot.
W on 11/17/2012 12:05pm
This is a hot erotic story. It is also severe, so gentler sensibilities beware. But classic Faulkner at her best.
W on 11/17/2012 12:05pm
This is a hot erotic story. It is also severe, so gentler sensibilities beware. But classic Faulkner at her best.
CB on 11/10/2012 04:31pm
It is always a treat to read Carolyn Faulkner's books because you never know where she is going to take you to in the book. Her books different edgy and entertaining and this book is no exception. this is about pony play and a good break from spanking books
CB on 11/10/2012 04:31pm
It is always a treat to read Carolyn Faulkner's books because you never know where she is going to take you to in the book. Her books different edgy and entertaining and this book is no exception. this is about pony play and a good break from spanking books
Evelyn on 10/23/2012 11:22pm
This is an excellent book but definitly not for everyone to say the least, it is very extreme with harsh punishments and pony play so if this is not something you are interested this is not a book for you. In this book a women are kidnapped who wont be missed and are trained to be pony girls and are bred to create more ponies. Any disobedience is dealt with swiftly and very harshly especially in Mandy's case. Although she finds out that this is the type of life that suits her to a T. This story is definitly intence and is not a romance.
Evelyn on 10/23/2012 11:22pm
This is an excellent book but definitly not for everyone to say the least, it is very extreme with harsh punishments and pony play so if this is not something you are interested this is not a book for you. In this book a women are kidnapped who wont be missed and are trained to be pony girls and are bred to create more ponies. Any disobedience is dealt with swiftly and very harshly especially in Mandy's case. Although she finds out that this is the type of life that suits her to a T. This story is definitly intence and is not a romance.
Marion on 10/11/2012 10:55pm
I will start by saying I have read this book 3 times and each time have found myself both captivated and appalled. This is definitely not for eveyone and is a difficult subject matter, but if you desire something different, well written, shocking and soul-searching, this might be the book for you. Very great read.
Marion on 10/11/2012 10:55pm
I will start by saying I have read this book 3 times and each time have found myself both captivated and appalled. This is definitely not for eveyone and is a difficult subject matter, but if you desire something different, well written, shocking and soul-searching, this might be the book for you. Very great read.
Dawn on 09/22/2012 07:00pm
This was my first pony play story. Although I did not like the objectation of the main female character I will go on to say I have read this book more than once! So obviously the way it was written was attention getting. While thinking this is horrible, another part of me is thinking what if...
Dawn on 09/22/2012 07:00pm
This was my first pony play story. Although I did not like the objectation of the main female character I will go on to say I have read this book more than once! So obviously the way it was written was attention getting. While thinking this is horrible, another part of me is thinking what if...
Alicia on 09/08/2012 07:43am
Amanda is a woman hated by everyone she knows so that when she is kidnapped no one even bothers to look for her! She is brought to a stable and is taught how to be a Pony girl but boy is she resistant even though secretly her body loves everything that is happening to her. The stablemaster is definitly more harsh with her due to the fact that is the only way to get through to her. Lots of harsh punishments and of course pony play!
Alicia on 09/08/2012 07:43am
Amanda is a woman hated by everyone she knows so that when she is kidnapped no one even bothers to look for her! She is brought to a stable and is taught how to be a Pony girl but boy is she resistant even though secretly her body loves everything that is happening to her. The stablemaster is definitly more harsh with her due to the fact that is the only way to get through to her. Lots of harsh punishments and of course pony play!
BookAddict (La Crimson Femme) on 08/27/2012 06:57pm
Amanda is a high powered banking executive who is caught and turned into a ponygirl. As a surprise, she's a VIRGIN! The real bonus as her trainer Andy and groom Ted learn, Mandy
BookAddict (La Crimson Femme) on 08/27/2012 06:57pm
Amanda is a high powered banking executive who is caught and turned into a ponygirl. As a surprise, she's a VIRGIN! The real bonus as her trainer Andy and groom Ted learn, Mandy
TLC on 08/11/2012 01:17pm
I've read this many times!
TLC on 08/11/2012 01:17pm
I've read this many times!
Maria on 08/09/2012 09:26am
Exciting
Maria on 08/09/2012 09:26am
Exciting
Candice on 07/23/2012 06:55pm
Some of this story was great even the harsh sex parts were riveting, and the book is very well written. I struggled to get past the whole breeding aspect of the story. It ruined the book for me
Candice on 07/23/2012 06:55pm
Some of this story was great even the harsh sex parts were riveting, and the book is very well written. I struggled to get past the whole breeding aspect of the story. It ruined the book for me
Brenda on 07/06/2012 10:15pm
This is the first pony girl book I have read. It was very hot. I enjoy everything from this author and was not disappointed.
Brenda on 07/06/2012 10:15pm
This is the first pony girl book I have read. It was very hot. I enjoy everything from this author and was not disappointed.
Crystal on 07/01/2012 09:04am
Wasn't really sure what to expect with this one. I usually enjoy Ms Faulkners stories so I gave it a chance. Not really sure I would read this kind of story again only gave it a 4 star because of the writing style
Crystal on 07/01/2012 09:04am
Wasn't really sure what to expect with this one. I usually enjoy Ms Faulkners stories so I gave it a chance. Not really sure I would read this kind of story again only gave it a 4 star because of the writing style
SmutDickted on 06/30/2012 07:18pm
OK I first read these books on the net many many years ago. I loved them then and I love them now. There is no better pony play/non con than this story (stories). From the descriptions to the characters it's all top notch. NO one writes the dominant male dialogue as well as Faulkner does - when one of her male characters talks I melt. Excellent!
SmutDickted on 06/30/2012 07:18pm
OK I first read these books on the net many many years ago. I loved them then and I love them now. There is no better pony play/non con than this story (stories). From the descriptions to the characters it's all top notch. NO one writes the dominant male dialogue as well as Faulkner does - when one of her male characters talks I melt. Excellent!
Linda P on 06/24/2012 12:11pm
Best Ponygirl book that I have ever read!
Linda P on 06/24/2012 12:11pm
Best Ponygirl book that I have ever read!
Linda P on 06/24/2012 11:59am
Best Ponygirl book that I have ever read!
Linda P on 06/24/2012 11:59am
Best Ponygirl book that I have ever read!
Merna on 06/20/2012 09:47am
Very Hot! I have re-read several times. The idea of breeding children to this lifestyle is disturbing, but doesn't really play into the story.
Merna on 06/20/2012 09:47am
Very Hot! I have re-read several times. The idea of breeding children to this lifestyle is disturbing, but doesn't really play into the story.
tonya on 06/19/2012 03:50pm
I enjoyed this story. Description was great.
tonya on 06/19/2012 03:50pm
I enjoyed this story. Description was great.
KArc on 06/08/2012 08:41pm
This story had my head doing circles. I had a very hard time understanding the severity of the punishments compared to the professed love. It was mind boggling but beautiful, in a way I can't describe.
KArc on 06/08/2012 08:41pm
This story had my head doing circles. I had a very hard time understanding the severity of the punishments compared to the professed love. It was mind boggling but beautiful, in a way I can't describe.
SH on 06/04/2012 11:49am
I have to admit I was a little uncomfortable with some aspects of this story. I had to remind myself that it was only fantasy because some aspects are harsh. A good story though.
SH on 06/04/2012 11:49am
I have to admit I was a little uncomfortable with some aspects of this story. I had to remind myself that it was only fantasy because some aspects are harsh. A good story though.
muse44 on 05/02/2012 06:02pm
You have to suspend your disbelief to read this book. This is a true fantasy book in every sense of the word. This is my favorite book by Carolyn Faulkner. It's intense, harsh, hot, loving.
muse44 on 05/02/2012 06:02pm
You have to suspend your disbelief to read this book. This is a true fantasy book in every sense of the word. This is my favorite book by Carolyn Faulkner. It's intense, harsh, hot, loving.
Magbeam on 04/09/2012 10:07pm
This is possibly the most extreme story on this site. I don’t mean that in a negative way, and I don’t mean that it involves extreme violence of any sort. Rather, the core concept – a woman unwillingly seized to be reduced to a docile ponygirl, and then forcibly impregnated – is far more striking than any other scenario I’ve read on this site. However, the pleasant nature of everyone involved in Mandy’s training, and the calmness with which Mandy accepts her new life, turns what could have been an extremely traumatic story into a fairly tame one. This is a double-edged sword: personally, I would have liked a bit more struggle in Mandy at first before she is finally tamed and made to accept her life, but at the same time, the tameness of the story makes it ideal for those with a beginning interest in ponygirls to read it without being frightened off. As such, if you enjoy either ponygirls or medical fetish (she receives lots of vet exams, including temperatures and enemas) then I highly recommend this story.
Magbeam on 04/09/2012 10:07pm
This is possibly the most extreme story on this site. I don۪t mean that in a negative way, and I don۪t mean that it involves extreme violence of any sort. Rather, the core concept a woman unwillingly seized to be reduced to a docile ponygirl, and then forcibly impregnated is far more striking than any other scenario I۪ve read on this site. However, the pleasant nature of everyone involved in Mandy۪s training, and the calmness with which Mandy accepts her new life, turns what could have been an extremely traumatic story into a fairly tame one. This is a double-edged sword: personally, I would have liked a bit more struggle in Mandy at first before she is finally tamed and made to accept her life, but at the same time, the tameness of the story makes it ideal for those with a beginning interest in ponygirls to read it without being frightened off. As such, if you enjoy either ponygirls or medical fetish (she receives lots of vet exams, including temperatures and enemas) then I highly recommend this story.
Sheri on 04/09/2012 12:01pm
This book rides the extreme edge of BSDM. Overall I liked it, it is well written and just an interesting concept. However, I didn't like the breeding aspect of the story, or the implication that some women were born and bred to the pony life. I just couldn't get past thinking of children being treated horses
Sheri on 04/09/2012 12:01pm
This book rides the extreme edge of BSDM. Overall I liked it, it is well written and just an interesting concept. However, I didn't like the breeding aspect of the story, or the implication that some women were born and bred to the pony life. I just couldn't get past thinking of children being treated horses

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