Rightful Retrieval

Rightful Retrieval

Chapter 2

Equine Transformations

by: Charles E. Campbell

   The ceremony where didi signed all her freedoms away and presented herself to me as my property was on a Saturday evening. After I had given my new slave to our guests to enjoy as they pleased,  (which took the better part of two hours), I took my new possession home to my mid-town apartment. For the remainder of Saturday night, and all day Sunday, I explored her physically and mentally, pushing her, looking to see what sort of limits she might have that would need to be broken down and removed. I took my time and used her in just about every way imaginable. I did not, however allow her to cum, not even once, pushing her to the edge repeatedly, over and over again.

   Monday was the day I had set aside from work in order to complete didi's transition from human into chattel. We transferred the funds from her bank account to pay off her three department store credit cards and then closed them out. Her American Express card was paid up, so all we had to do there was cancel it. Since she had been living with Marc, she had no apartment for me to deal with, so all that remained at that point was her car and her bank.

   We drove to the DMV first and had the title for her car transferred over to me. I found a dingy looking deli to get us lunch. I sent didi in, topless, and waited at the curb for her to bring back the sandwiches. It took close to fifteen minutes before she came back to the car.

   The woman at the bank seemed almost to take it personally that didi was closing out both her savings account and checking account. A bank check for the balances was written to me for a little over $17,000. All that was left for us to do was empty her safe deposit box and cancel it. I dumped the contents of the box into my briefcase and took didi's purse from her, which contained her id and drivers license. From that point on, for all intents and purposes, didi ceased to exist. I had her drivers license, her passport, her birth certificate, her social security card, ..... Hell, I even had her library card for Christ's sake!

   The first thing I made her do when we got home later that afternoon, (after striping naked of course), was to put all of her id through the shredder. She was noticeably hesitant as she began the task of destroying all of the records of her existence. This act, carried out by her own hand, demonstrated the level of her trust in me, as well as how much of a total commitment she was willing to make to undertake this journey with me.

   The training regimen I had coordinated for didi was comprehensive, intensive, demanding, and rigorous to the point of harsh. It had been designed with just one goal in mind, and that was to get didi in shape to not just enter into human pony dressage competitions, but to do it at a competitive level from the outset. Monday and Thursday mornings she took yoga classes for two hours with a private instructor at his apartment. The yoga exercises were aimed at increasing didi's flexibility and body control, and towards her learning to hold difficult positions for varying lengths of time. Her instructor was not at all comfortable when I informed him that didi was to do her exercises naked, since no one else would be present during her lessons. I don't think he ever believed me when I informed him that he could use her however he wanted after class. I know he never availed himself of the myriad of opportunities he had staring him in the face each week. Probably concerned it was all just a set up to ruin his reputation.

   Tuesday and Thursday mornings didi worked out with a private trainer named Suzanne, at her studio. The trainer looked like a descendent of the Amazon tribe: over six feet tall, broad shoulders, extremely well defined legs, arms and torso, with long auburn hair always tied in a high pony tail, sporting no body hair to been seen on her tanned and glistening body. The trainer had been given the task of toning and strengthening didi's legs and torso to make it possible for her to be able to withstand the rigors of competition.  I know Suzanne liked having didi naked as she put her through the wringer with her regimen of exercises, because Suzanne was naked as well by their second session, and always took her pleasures with didi at each session's end.

   Wednesday and Saturday mornings were reserved for ballet lessons. These were  intended to teach didi how to move in a calculated graceful and fluid manner with elegance, confidence, and poise. Again, I insisted she be naked throughout the lessons. The snooty silver haired matron who owned the dance school was vehemently opposed to such a vile, reprehensible and disgusting suggestion, and she initially refused to allow didi into the classes. After much cajoling on my part, as well as an offer of triple the tuition fees however, the old woman relented, and took didi on as a special one on one tutelage, ironically with herself as the teacher.

   On Tuesday and Thursday afternoons, I had her enrolled in Tai Chi lessons to help again with the deliberateness and fluidity of her movements. No amount of coercion on my part got them to agree to her being nude during the classes. They just wouldn't hear of it.

   Monday, Wednesday and Friday afternoons, didi was in my gym, using the treadmill, stationary bike, stair mill, and weights. And Saturday afternoons were spent jogging outdoors, with a five mile minimum, in a very short skirt, no panties or bra was permitted.

   Every evening, we watched videos together. I had a mix of both equine dressage films and human dressage films. We dissected them together, paying particular heed to the pony's head positions, body movements, leg lifting, and how gracefully and deliberately each motion was executed.

   That left us with Saturday nights and all day Sunday free for me to dream up various things to keep her off her game and on her toes. While I really enjoyed these "free" times, I was also trying to make them both difficult for her and at the same time, removing any and all  limits she might of had.

   I'll list a few of the things we did at those times that I still remember best:

   1.  There was one Sunday afternoon where I brought her into a sports bar in New Jersey, which was packed with locals enjoying a baseball game. didi was dressed in super short shorts, spaghetti strap tank top, bare midriff, and sandals. No underwear, of course. Many pairs of male eyes were riveted on her as we came in from the brilliant sunlight outside. We went directly to the back of the room, past the pool tables, where I announced that I would give $20 to every guy who would cum on her face. (I think we got about fifteen guys to jerk off on her). We left the bar, and I had her do a slow cum walk through the town, jizz dripping from her cheeks and chin.

   2.  I took her up into northwest Connecticut one time, so we could get out onto the Appalachian Trail.  didi left her clothes in the car, and we hiked with her naked. We ran into several hikers, both day hikers and through hikers, as well as a small troop of Boy Scouts. (I'll bet they're still talking about that encounter at their campfires!)

   3.  We had been invited to a friend's house for an afternoon barbeque. Eight or so couples were in attendance. didi was naked, of course. The women seemed to openly enjoy her nakedness, surprisingly even more so than their husbands did, although I'm pretty sure that it was just the fact that the men were afraid to look  at her too much in the presence of their wives. I made sure that whenever didi sat. it was with her legs apart, and whenever she dropped anything, which was "startlingly" often, she had to bend at the waist, never the knees, to retrieve it.

   4.  One night we paid a visit to an underground S&M club down in the Bowery. After watching the various tortures inflicted on the willing slaves for a while, I offered up didi to a black dominatrix to play with. (The welts on her tits and thighs took the better part of a month to completely disappear).

   After six weeks of the grueling training, I felt that didi was ready to put some of what she had accomplished into practice. I contacted Sandra, the woman who had given didi her introductory lessons in dressage, explaining that I thought it time to see where didi was in regards to where she needed to be. Sandra agreed to take didi on for a ten day training period starting in three weeks time. Sandra told me her fees, which I agreed to, and when I inquired as to what we would need to bring with her, Sandra told me, "Nothing. Any needs she will have we will provide for. No, wait a minute. You do have her signed contract, don't you," she added?

   "Yes, of course."

    "That's all I'll need then. Bring the contract, I'll make a photocopy of it after I see the original."

   It was a Saturday morning when we left my apartment at 4:30AM to make the trek down to western Maryland, near Martinsburg.  didi was wearing sandals and a long dress that fell all the way to her ankles. It was made from a white gauze-like fabric that didn't require one to have to wait for "just the correct light" to notice how translucent the flimsy material actually was.

   At about 7:30 I located a small town diner where we stopped for breakfast. (How can one pass up a chance to eat at "Kathie's Kountry Kookin' " after all?) It was inhabited with about ten locals who probably frequented the dump on a daily basis to socialize and spread the latest gossip. I'm pretty sure everyone in the place, including the waitress, was collecting Social Security. I know we would have stopped the conversation at the counter just for the fact of being strangers, but didi's dress instantly became the focal point for every set of eyes, including the "chef," who peeked through the window as  he set down a plate of eggs and hash.

   We stood patiently by the cardboard sign that was clipped to a rusting chrome stand which read: "Please Wait To Be Seated."

   The waitress called out from behind the counter, "Sit wherever you like, dearies"

   "Thank you," I replied, eyeing a booth that would allow the patrons the best opportunity to watch didi.

   We ordered breakfast, and I specifically asked for two large glasses of ice water, which were delivered promptly.  After eating most of her breakfast, didi raised the water glass to her lips, and as she did, I stepped on the toes of one of her feet. The effect was instantaneous, as she spilled the entire contents of the plastic glass all down the front of her dress. When she bolted to her feet in shock, the thin dress clung to her, removing any lingering questions the patrons might have had regarding what she wasn't wearing underneath. All eyes were riveted to didi as she profusely apologized to the waitress for spilling her drink.

   The waitress ran to our table with some towels to mop up the spill, and I suggested to didi that the least she could do was to help, since it was she who made the mess after all. In one quick uninhibited motion, didi bent down, and grabbing the dress at the hem, stood up, while pulling the garment over her head. Standing naked, she balled up the dress and bent over, her ass to the counter, and began wiping up the water with her dress. The silence was deafening as the "Kountry Kitchen's" Krowd watched in horror at the naked form of didi wiping up the water.

   When the spill was all mopped up, didi tugged the soaked dress over the top of her head and back down her body. I settled the tab, leaving a very generous tip for the waitress, and we headed back to my car to start the second half of the trip. didi stripped off the wet dress as she got in the car and made the rest of the journey naked.

     It was at about 11:15 when we saw the hand painted sign on the road which read:

PROUDFUL PONIES STABLES

ALL Things Equine

Boarding, Sales, Riding Lessons, Jumping

Full Time Veterinary

Home of Shetland Twins Bonnie & Clyde

Sandra Martinez, DVM Owner

   We turned onto the dirt road by the sign. (It wasn't too difficult for anyone in the know to figure out why the word "all" was in caps). Both sides of the road were lined with neatly painted white fencing, which cordoned off sections of the land into symmetrical paddocks. We drove over a quarter of a mile before seeing any horses in the enclosures. Then came some training rings, with various types of jumps erected: fences, hedges, etc. A beautiful barn came into view as we rounded a turn. Children and adults were riding, watching riders, saddling horses, and tending to the tasks at hand. A sign with an arrow indicating a right turn simply read: "OFFICE."

   I pointed the car in that direction and saw a lovely young woman emerge from a one story building and approach my side of our car.  As I lowered my window, she said, "Mr. Anderson?"

   "Yes."

   "We've been expecting you, Mr. Anderson. My name is Rebecca. I see you've brought your pony with you. Dr. Martinez is in her office waiting for you, you can go right in. I think it would be best if I take your car and bring your pony down to the stables for you. We wouldn't want her to startle our other guests."

   I got out of the car and Rebecca hopped in. I watched her as she drove further down the road, away from all of the people, and out of my sight.

   Dr. Martinez was very cordial and business like as she asked me for didi's slave contract. She handed it off to her secretary to make copies. "I expect it will be a few days before I can do an adequate assessment and tell you what I think your pony's competitive chances are, as she is new to all of this."

   "Of course, I understand," I replied.

   When the secretary handed the original contract to me and the copies to Sandra, she stood and said, "Let's take a walk down to the paddock and see  how your pony likes our "Greeting Gate."

   "Greeting Gate," I asked?

   "Yes, you'll see. It's where we bring all the new ponies to be acclimated with their stable mates. It's a tradition we hold dear."

   As we stepped of the porch, Sandra called out, "Hansel, come! Gretel, come!" Instantly, and seemingly out of nowhere, we were flanked by a large pair of German Sheppard's. We walked with the dogs down the same road didi had been driven down earlier. The corrals on the left side held horses that were lazily eating hay, while the ones on the right had riders working on jumping. As we passed over a low rise, there was a sign which read, "Veterinary Medical Facility. Authorized Personnel Only Beyond This Point."

   There were no more corrals now, just open grassy fields with some trees. We walked along  a long sloping curve and I could see a large red barn surrounded by corrals. A group of ten people or more, most of them naked, were milling about in front of the stable doors.  As we got closer, I could make out a naked body strapped to some sort of wooden apparatus.

   "I see didi has been readied for her formal greetings,"  Sandra said to me.  "This is where she will be introduced to our trainers and to the other ponies as well. As her owner, Craig, you may participate in these festivities if you wish, but you will not allowed to stop anything that goes on. If you do,  if you even try to, you will have to take your pony and leave at once. All of the fees will be forfeited."

   "I understand," I answered.

   There actually were nine people surrounding didi.  Two men wearing fringed buckskin chaps and work boots, nothing else, two topless women wearing some sort of custom made jodhpurs with no crotch, black velvet derby hats,  and English riding boots, and five ponies, three male and two female. The ponies were naked excepting for their tack, which was limited to harnesses, bridles and bits. 

   didi had been strapped to device that centrally looked like an elaborate sort of sawhorse. Her legs were spread wide apart, with her feet shackled to the supports, and she was bent over a wooden beam at the waist. Her long hair had been tied tightly into a pony tail with a length of stout rope pulling her head up at an awkward angle from her shoulders. Her tits drooped like water balloons from her chest. Both of her arms had been strapped out at right angles from her body. A modified wooden captain's chair with stirrups like in an ob-gyn office was bolted to metal supports designed to allow the chair to pivot in front of didi's face, or up and out of the way. Two long lengths of 2 by 8's  were bolted at the base of the device with a matching pair bolted at the height of didi's bent waist. The surfaces of the 2 by 8's was covered in black rubber, with blocks of wood nailed along the length of it at twelve inch intervals.

   "I see the we are all ready to greet our newest pony," Sandra proclaimed. "Sheila, being that you will be didi's trainer while she's here with us, I'll give you the honor of being first."

   "Thank you, Mistress Sandra," Sheila replied.

   Sheila was in her late twenties,  about 5'3" tall, with very short sandy blond hair. (Her dense little untrimmed pubic thicket matched the hair on her head). She strode purposefully to the captain's chair and pulled it forward as she slid into it. Getting her boots up in the stirrups, she slid the seat forward to didi's face, and tilting it back to just the right angle, she said, "Greet me, didi, I'm Sheila, and I am going to be your trainer."

   In seconds, didi's tongue was sending Sheila to extreme heights of pleasure. Sheila was moaning and pushing her cunt into didi's face as she came.

   "Randy, you'll be didi's groomer, so it's your turn next."

   Randy was one of the two men in the buckskin chaps. A tall man, better than six foot, with wavy shoulder length light brown hair. He had multi-colored tattoos covering both arms shoulder to wrist. His 8" cock was standing proudly at attention and bobbed as he took his position between didi's splayed legs. He rubbed his stiff wood along her dripping cunt a little before burying himself in the wet folds. didi let out a high pitched chirp when his cock slammed hard into her cervix. "My name is Randy, and I will take care of grooming you," he announced as he fucked her.

   Randy didn't waste any time, pounding her as fast as humanly possible, before spilling his seed inside.

   "Mindy and Thad, you're turn," Sandra decreed.

   The other trainer and the ostler assumed the positions vacated by Sheila and Randy and double teamed didi. When they had had their fill, the three ponyboys and two ponygirls were given the opportunity to partake of didi's body. She had a ponyboy's cock in one hand, a ponygirl's pussy on the other hand fluffing them while she was fucked by another ponyboy, and had to lick the asshole of the other ponygirl. When the first ponies were done, they took their pleasure from her, while the third ponyboy got in position for manual stimulation until it was his turn. The remaining ponyboy fucked didi's mouth when she was finished with the female, who had taken some time to cum.

   At last, all nine of them had been sated. didi was breathing hard, her entire body glistened with sweat, long strands of spittle and drool hung from her nose and mouth slowly oozing to the dry dirt beneath her. Sandra said, "Sheila, if you and Thad would please be so kind as to bring Bonnie and Clyde over here for their greetings as well."

   "Yes, Mistress Sandra," the two grooms chimed, as they turned and walked off towards the stable.

   "I would suggest you enjoy the full use of your pony now, Craig, if you wish to. I'm not sure how desirable you will find her after her final greet."

   "I think I will, thank you, Sandra," I said, wondering to myself what she meant by that last statement.

   I stood between didi's open legs and saw the cum from the men who had fucked her seeping from her gaping hole, and dribbling down the inside of her thighs. Dropping my pants, I rubbed my hard cock in the sticky cum, coating it with their seed, and then I impaled her in the ass with it. I showed no tenderness, no concern at all for her comfort, reveling in her painful groans as I fucked her as hard as I could before contributing  my cum deep in her bowels.

   As I was pulling up my pants, I saw didi's eyes close and her body go slack against the restraints. She was utterly spent, having climaxed at least six times that I had counted. I stepped back over to where Sandra was standing, observing all the events unfold as Sheila and Thad returned, leading a beautiful pair of cream colored Shetland ponies.

   The Shetlands looked like bookends, with their lightly dappled flanks and white legs. Each one had a long silky mane and a thick bushy tail that had been meticulously brushed out. Upon closer inspection, I could see that the one Sheila was leading was a stallion, and judging from his demeanor, this "greeting" ritual was not at all new to him. His long cock seemed to grow in length with each step he took, swaying obscenely under his stomach and his tennis ball sized testicles swung between his powerful hind legs.

   Thad brought his horse, a mare around in front of didi, and turned her away so that her rear was right in front of didi's head. Thad lifted the mare's tail, and with a slight backward tug on the reins, Thad brought the vagina right into didi's face, startling her awake.

   "Pay homage to Bonnie," Thad instructed.

   I couldn't  really see what was going on, but judging by the vigorous motion of didi's head, she was burying her mouth into the mare's sex with reckless abandon, reveling in her abject abasement.  And while this was going on, Sheila had the stallion positioned with his face nuzzled in didi's cunt, getting more aroused with each passing second.  The male's cock was standing proud as he snorted and pawed in anticipation.

   "I think Clyde needs his release now," Sheila announced.

   Thad pulled the mare away and Sheila led the stallion around so that he was facing didi. Thad and Sheila took hold of the stallion's front legs as he reared up, presumably so he wouldn't hurt didi. They placed the horse's hooves on the planks up against one of the blocks of wood, preventing the stallion from slipping forward.

   It was Sheila who took hold of the leathery looking horse cock with both hands and forced as much of it as she could into didi's eager open mouth. Then, while the horse was bucking and whinnying, Sheila began to jerk him off. It was only a matter of a few seconds before horse cum was exploding out from didi's nose and mouth.

   "This concludes the greeting of our new ponygirl didi," Sandra announced. "Groomers and trainers, you may take your charges and go back to your obligations."

   I glanced back over my shoulder as I walked away from didi up the road with Sandra, and saw all the ponies and the stable help going back about their business, leaving didi as she had been, strapped to the wooden structure.