Dominatrix Courtney's Blog 04

Authors note: My favorite stories to read are Femdom capture stories. Stories of how the male slave was taken and forced to be a permanent sex slave.

Every chapter of this series will be a story of how a male became a slave to a dominant women.

This pure fiction story contains depictions of kidnapping, torture, body modification, and human slavery. Kidnapping and human slavery are illegal acts and this story does not condone this behavior. It is intended strictly for the erotic enjoyment of the reader. I wrote it for a specific audience. If female domination and body modification is not your thing, please check out some of my other works.

For this franchise, I spin off a character from the previous story, 'Lilly Takes a Husband' which has a good following.

All Fictional Characters are adults over 18 and any similarities to real people is totally by coincidence.

WARNING, some of you may find this subject matter disturbing, it is written solely for the erotic entertainment of the reader and not to be taken seriously.

Dominatrix Courtney's Blog 4

Hello and welcome to the fourth entry to my blog. It's been quite some time since my last blog, a lot has happened. I've expanded my business to other regions of the US and my profits have skyrocketed. But, I'm getting ahead of myself.

I have teamed up with Mistress Julie and I have staffed my new salons with graduates from her school.

I'll start this blog with a secure email I read, it seems a Doctor had teamed up with a rich widow who had inherited a stable outside of Louisville Kentucky, but here's the interesting part, she hated horses. Instead, she wanted to convert her barn to raise and train surgically altered Pony Boys. They needed me to find suitable subjects to be altered, trained, and then sold.

Naturally I was intrigued.

They wanted to meet with me the next morning at my office and bring with them a prototype that they recently produced and sold, they'd be stopping by on their way to deliver it.

We had several clients whose sessions included pony training so I started to make a list of possible captures for them.

At the time I had no idea what I was getting myself into and how it would totally change the direction of my life, all for the better I might add.

The next morning at the appointed time I noticed a pick-up truck pulling into our parking lot that was pulling a horse trailer. I signaled to them to pull around to the secured entrance in the back.

I walked out and was greeted by two women wearing western hats, shirts, studded blue jeans and red flowered bandanas around their necks. The first one to greet me was a fiftyish woman named Diane and another woman who I learned was a Doctor named Isabel Trainer.

They wanted to show me what they considered a prototype of the Ponies they wanted to produce. I was in no way prepared to see what I was about to see.

Now I have been in this business a long time and I am used to seeing a lot of fetishes, I even thought I knew what a Pony Boy was, so when they opened the back door of the trailer I was shocked at what I saw.

At first the trailer looked empty, then Doctor Trainer pushed a hidden button and a false wall opened up.

Inside was what was once a human male and I can only describe it now as a freak of nature. Doctor Trainer shocked the pony's massive balls and ordered it out of the trailer.

It was nude except for specially made leather boots that had turned its feet to something resembling hooves, except the feet were much shorter than a normal foot is supposed to be, what used to be its hands were also converted to what look like hooves. It had a specially designed high collar around its neck which vastly restricted its head movement.

What is now upper 'legs' were cuffed behind its back.

The Doctor shocked its balls again and it made a squeal through the bit gag in its mouth. The sound it made wasn't that of any human, it actually sounded more like a horse than a man. In the pony's ass was a butt plug with a long wispy tail connected to it.

I must have had a puzzled look on my face because the Doctor suggested we go into one of the session rooms and she'd explain what I was seeing.

The subject just stood there not wanting to leave the trailer, so the Doctor shocked its balls a third time and yanked it out into the daylight. The feet made a clomping sound as it high stepped out of the trailer and into into the building.

Clomp, clomp, clomp, the noise on the concrete floor was deafening. All the other Mistresses came out from their rooms to see what the racket was all about.

I heard gasps as others were just as shocked as I was by the scene before us. Doctor Trainer led the pony into one of the empty session rooms.

Then Doctor Trainer addressed me,

"Before I show you examples of my handiwork let me tell you a little about myself."

"I started out doing Gender Reassignment surgery, but I quickly became bored, I had a sadistic side to me that I had to explore, that's when I became interested in Human Ponies."

"But not just costumes and make-up, I wanted to produce real ponies, this is basically a prototype, but any new ponies I plan to do somewhat differently, but I'm getting ahead of myself."

"Let's start at the face, you can see I've altered the jaw bone and elongated it, I snipped and reshaped the ears."

The Doctor then removed the bit gag to the delight of the pony as it exercised its jaw.

"Open," the Doctor commanded.

The Pony hesitated so the Doctor shocked its balls again.

"Its reluctance is one thing we need to change, but we will address this later."

The Pony still seemed reluctant, so she twisted the cage on its cock and tightly squeezed its balls.

The pony quickly opened its mouth, I have to admit, I still wasn't prepared for what I was going to see.

"Now, as you can see, I've removed several of its teeth to better accept the bit."

The Doctor, still with her hand on the pony's balls ordered it to stick out its tongue.

"As you can see I've added an inch and a half so it can orally service its owner."

The Doctor led the pony to the center of the room and ran the leash through an eye hook in the ceiling. Then she removed the cuffs and pulled the upper hoofs forward. She untied the left mitt and showed me the surgery she had done on its former hands. The fingers were gone including the thumb only the palm and stubs remained.

"Now as you can see, they are now more shaped like that of a horse, this one needs specially designed gloves, but I have ideas on how to design future ponies to add plates inside the skin to attach horse shoes to them, but more on that later."

She reattached the glove and cuffed the pony's upper legs behind its back again.

"Lift," she commanded.

The pony lifted its foot and did all it could to maintain its balance. The doctor removed one of the boots on its lower legs. All the toes had been removed and the former feet were again surgically altered to be more like hooves.

She replaced the boot and turned her attention to its genitals.

She shocked its balls again and it made a scream similar to the whinny of a horse.

"As you can tell, I've also altered it voice."

She squeezed its balls again to purposely make it scream out again.

"And you will notice I enlarged its balls with injections of silicon to make them much more sensitive to torture and control.

"Is it new sterile," I asked, my eyes affixed on the massive horse-like testicles.

She motioned to Diane, we have talked about gelding the slaves, but this way we can allow them to cum as a reward thus they are more easily controlled."

The Doctor then knelt before the pony and pulled out a chain from around her neck with a key on the end of it. She used the key to unlock the chastity cage. The pony's cock sprang to life.

"As you can see, I altered what used to be seven inches, down to five and made it thicker, we found it's easier to get the cage on and off this way."

"Sorry to interrupt," I said, "I can understand modifying his tongue and maybe his cock, but the rest seems unnecessary to me, no offense."

"None taken, you said you have some mistresses who specialize in pony play, can we get one of them in here for a little demonstration?"

"Sure, we'll get Beth!"

When Beth was summoned to the room the doctor ordered the pony, "DOWN!"

The pony went to its knees and lowered its head.

"Beth, would you like to ride the pony."

Beth who was taken aback by the sight in front of her took a minute to respond.

"Sure, I guess," she said as she started putting her legs over the pony's neck.

"No, not like that, take your leggings and panties off first!!"

Beth looked at me puzzled, I gave her a 'Go ahead' nod.

Beth removed her clothing from the waist down and got up on the pony's shoulders.

The Doctor handed Beth a riding crop.

"Hit his backside and yell PRANCE", ordered Doctor Trainer.

The pony got to its feet and his rider smacked his ass with the whip. The pony started prancing around, the steal shoes on its hooves clanked on the floor.

"SPEAK," ordered the Doctor.

"Winnnnney, winnnnney"

While the pony was prancing, Beth's pussy lips started rubbing against her pony's Back, I could see pleasures rushing through her. Soon I could see her pussy juices running down the pony's back.

Beth started squealing in pleasure as she rode the pony, its caged cock clearly swelling in its bindings.

Other Mistresses came to the room after hearing Beth's moans. It was one hell of a spectacle.

"Ok, I see your point," I said, I finally understood why the modifications were needed.

My other mistresses started shedding their panties waiting for their turn.

"Can we step into your office and talk business," Diane asked.

I showed them to my office and closed the door.

"Can I get you something to drink," I asked.

"Thanks, but we brought our own," said Diane producing a bottle of whiskey and three glasses from her purse.

"This is from my late Husband's other business, it's twenty five year old Kentucky Bourbon. We hope it can be used as a toast to our new business venture together!"

The noise from the other room was making it hard to hear with all the clomping and 'whinnying' and all.

"Oh, should I have the ladies stop and let it rest?"

"No, let them have their fun, also, we need to tucker it out a little anyway, it has a long trip ahead."

I stood up and closed the door, the sounds became much less distracting.

"Ok, let's talk business," said the Doctor who handed me a piece of paper.

"This is a purchase order, we want twenty captures right away and once we start selling them, we'll need replacements. The price is specified and we will give a twenty percent bonus when the ponies are sold."

"How long from capture until they are shipped out?"

"Our prototype was captured two years ago, but we think we can get it down to a year with the right stock."

"Stock? What are you looking for exactly?"

"Well our prototype was in its late thirties, we think we need them younger, maybe eighteen to twenty five. More importantly, the prototype came to us voluntarily at first, but as I progressed with the modifications he wanted out, so we had to force him, it has been a discipline problem ever since. So, as we go further, we need captures only so we can break them right away and mold them into the ultimate pony."

"Why us," I asked.

"Simple, we like your way of choosing captives, those already with tendencies toward submission and little risk of them being missed."

"How soon do you need these?"

"It'll take us a day to complete our sale, so how about two days from today? We can swing back and pick it up, maybe a couple if you can have them available."

I gulped hard, then I looked at the price they were willing to pay.

"That's a lot of money, is there really that kind of demand for human ponies?'

"There is, the prototype fetched us ten times more than what we will be paying you for the newbies!!"

My mind was swimming, there was no way I could pass up such a lucrative contract.

"As you can see," said Diane, "We are using my late Husband's Distillery as a shell company to launder the proceeds from the pony business, so your payment will show as dividends from stock earnings.

I read through the contract, these women had this all well thought out, I was impressed, so I checked my computer.

"It looks like I can have two ready to be picked up in your time-frame, will that work?"

I had just lied, I had no idea where I was going to get two in that little time, but this was so much money, there was no way I was going to let go of this opportunity.

Diane opened the bottle and poured out three equal shots, the heavenly smell of fine Bourbon filled the room.

"Wait, can I make a counter offer before I finalize this," I asked.

"Can you also throw in a case of this with each capture," I said only half seriously.

My two visitors nodded and got up to clank our glasses together and we shook on the deal.

"Two days then!!"

We drank up and Diane offered a re-fill, I obliged, the first went down very smooth. I could still hear my associates having fun with the pony in the other room so I figured we were likely done with sessions for the day, so I decided to continue celebrating our new deal. I don't remember much after that....

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The next thing I knew, I was waking up on the floor of my office with a dry feeling in my mouth, and then I heard someone say,

"How are we feeling this morning?"

I got off the floor and sat in my chair, Mistress Beth was there and handed me a cup of coffee, then I noticed that she had the newly signed contract in her hand.

"Is this for real," she said. I couldn't tell if she was pleased or appalled.

I nodded slightly.

Then I noticed her face turn from stern to smile.

"This is a game changer, isn't it Boss?"

"Yup, but I agreed to have two when they come back through in two days, but not just any, two eighteen to twenty five year olds that can be modified and trained."

"Well, why don't you continue to wake up and I'll get the staff in here and see what we can do," said Beth.

I took some sips of coffee and some of the cobb-webs started to clear from my head.

A few minutes later my four assistants were sitting before me in my office, each taking turns looking over the contract.

Then Beth and another assistant named Sahara looked at each other and in unison said,

"Leon!!"

"Leon?" I asked puzzled.

"Oh, is he that guy going to prison," I said thinking out loud.

"What a pervert," said Sahara, he has me do some sick things to him, I think he'd be perfect!!

"Oh, he's the one that insists on paying cash," said Kansas my accountant.

"He's on bail for sexual assault until his sentencing and it would be a violation to be in an establishment such as ours, so he can't have and record of him being here. And we'd actually be doing the taxpayers a favor by taking him out of the system."

"So there is no way he can be traced to us, even if they went looking for him," I said knowing he'd be perfect.

"What about his body, does he fit the type they are looking for?"

"Well, he's twenty two, was a jock in High School, but a little small in the cock department, but he does have a nice set of balls," exclaimed Sahara.

"When is he due next?"

"Usually not until the first of the month when he gets his disability check, but I'll call him and make some excuse to get him here early," said Kansas with a confidence in her voice.

Ok, that's one," I said, "Anyone else??"

Nobody spoke up.

"Well, let's think about it, for now we have clients coming in shortly.

When they left I started thinking about logistics. Evidentially we will have to capture our subjects at different intervals so we will need a place to hold our captives until we can ship them out which means we need to modify the Panic Room.

The Panic Room is a hidden room that we had installed to hide a capture until they can be shipped out, to the untrained eye it looks like just a wall, but inside a male can be detained for as long as needed, but it was only designed for a single male at a time, we need it to hold multiple captives at a time.

I summoned our handy man who happens to be a client and will do anything for us.

I had him add many more hooks in the ceiling and floor of the hidden room, I had him update the security of the outside entrance. I figured we may have to hide slaves for over a week sometimes so I had him add a portable toilet.

After returning to my office Sahara came in and showed me the wallet of a guy she had chained in one of the session rooms. The name on his ID didn't match the credit card he was using.

She had checked his ID after the card was declined because it was reported stolen. A quick check of court records showed several warrants out for his arrest.

Sahara and I looked at each other,

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking," I asked her, a mischievous smile on my face.

"I am, come and have a look, I think he'll be perfect."

I looked closer at his ID, he was definitely within the required age group.

I followed Sahara into the session room to see the twenty two year old male bound and hanging from hooks in the ceiling. She had him in a humbler which essentially put his balls on display for us. As I looked over his gaged and naked body it was clear that he was perfect for abduction and sale to the Doctor and her partner. But we had to act quickly.

The scenario I had in mind was that it's possible that once that stolen card was ran, the Police would be notified and quite possibly on their way here as we speak.

"Ok Sahara, let's shoot some 'Cooperation' juice into his balls and get someone to help you hang him into the Panic room. I'll get someone of his same build to run out the back past cameras to establish that he ran once we knew he was a fugitive.

So, that's how it started, we were now in the pony business, on my next blog I'll talk about how we did our first 'Pony Round-up'.