Wonderful, well written and erotic. Next story soon please. I have modified a small section of your story here to possibly almost stand alone, to be even more erotic. Please read, it may give you ideas:-The Mistress of Chatsford Manor. Part IV
By Donna Dee and Karen-Anne Summerfield
© February 2004
Ponygirl Gretchen
I awoke to find the gag had been removed, my arms freed and that I was wearing a nightdress. I was, of course, in the same bed in which I had awoken that morning – or was it the day before? I had no way to know, it may have been months and probably was. My face felt a little strange until I saw my refection in the glass of the window and realised that Dr. Vaughan had given me a complete new severe makeup with lip-liner, lip-stick, blusher, eyeliner, varying eye-shadow colour and newly defined eyebrows and it had all been done by tattooing it permanently onto my face; she had even permanently fitted very long fine plastic eyelashes under the edge of my upper and lower eyelids. I ran my fingers over my new breasts and marvelled that there was no soreness or irritation; in fact, my actions caused a pleasant sensation.
"Leave them alone," said Holly. "Indeed, playing with yourself at your age is wrong. Let me see how firm they feel?"
It was just an excuse for her to feel my huge ‘G’ sized breasts, thanks to Dr. Vaughan and my nipples hardened as soon as her hand touched the spot; it was heavenly, I didn't want Holly to stop.
"Now that your female hormones have taken full effect and your testicles and scrotum have been removed, your new vagina will make sure that you will not be taken for a boy ever again even if you want to."
"Your many operations under Dr. Vaughan are now fully healed, since you have been drugged and asleep for a very long time and after I have fitted your latex rubber suit, your new corset will go over the top and I expect to be able to lace it down to the required 17” as required by Madam Madison."
Suddenly I jerked up in shock – I was really scared. Her fingers were still idly playing with my enlarged nipples, when I became aware of an odd sensation, not exactly unpleasant, but definitely, decidedly odd. I pushed her hands away to discover both my nipples had been pierced and that there were very heavy rings or hoops some two-inches in diameter running right through each. I tried to cry out and got even more frightened when I realised I couldn't make a sound since, unbeknown to me, my vocal cords had been cut. I put both of what I thought were my hands to my mouth, but realised and felt all my eight fingers and two thumbs had been surgically removed and tears flooded my eyes. This had been done so that the hooves with horse shoes permanently fitted to the ends of my arms (now legs) and locked on to my remaining hand joints, which had now been fitted, would stop them from ever coming off. It took me a short while to also realise that my arms (fore legs) had been surgically extended by Dr. Vaughan to become the same length as my rear legs, so that I would be level when trotting along, which would make it easy for me and become natural in time. From now on I realised that I could never have hands again to do anything useful with, just hooves for hands; not even write, make anything, cook food or communicate with, in any usual way – just nothing. I felt another ring through the septum in my nose. The fear must have shown in my eyes and Holly must have decided to gradually let me find out all the mutilations that had been done to me and she took my front hooves up to my ears where I vaguely sensed two more large hoops going through permanent pressure formed ferrules and two smaller ferrules for other rings.
"That's all the rings there are, darling, for the present anyway and they can never be taken out since they have been projection welded up."
I indicated to my mouth and opened it try to speak but could not utter a sound and when Holly saw my mouth open, she immediately inserted a full flat stainless steel bit between my teeth which she had ready, with the pear shaped gag attached behind and curved steel plate to go down my throat as an all in one unit. I had not realised it but my tongue had been pierced and a ferrule fitted as with my ears and septum ferrules. As it went in she grabbed my tongue with some padded nosed steel pliers and inserted a stainless shoulder screw with washer up through the ferrule in my tongue and screwed it tightly with an allen key, up into the attached pear shaped gag then let my tongue go. That was that, there was now way I could ever remove it, the gag and bit were there permanently, as the whole contraption shot back into my mouth and the curved plate went down my throat and the gag blocked my mouth with the bit now permanently fixed between my teeth. All the various chains were locked to my nose ferrule, my bit, my ears, and my neck collar ready for the eventual locking to my complete new stainless steel bridle harness, which would also be locked on, in fact I would be completely trussed up.
"That will all be permanent now also darling, Holly said and with your vocal cords cut, I promise you will never be able to speak again, but now you have had your bit fitted permanently in you mouth, you will at least be able to make a neighing noise and whinny like a horse. This has been achieved by a small hole that starts just at the front and above the curved plate that goes down your throat and through the pear shaped gag in your mouth, with a small sound making device in its centre, and finishes at the top back of the flat steel bit between your teeth but inside your mouth. When you open your mouth slightly you will be able to exhale through this orifice and make the neighing and whinnying sound of a horse or pony. Those, from now on, are the only sounds you will ever be able to make".
"Try it now, and see if you can make the sound of a pony - and with that Holly went away."
I did, and the sound quite intrigued me to keep on trying it to obtain all the varying sounds, in fact the sounds varied considerably depending upon how hard I exhaled, from a neigh to a whinny and it got me all excited turning me on, almost glad that I would never make any other sound ever again. It was at least an hour before my excitement died down and I decided to be quite again. Holly eventually came back to me and said:
"You will now and for the rest of your life only be able to take liquid food, via a straw, through the hole in the centre of your gag. Enjoy your new life!"
At least I was relieved that I was not a total mute and realised that with time, I could use the varying pony sounds to communicate with the other permanently mutilated animals.
Just then I glanced down at my feet and they had done to same to those as with my hands, all of which had fully healed and both the whole forwards facing part of my feet had been amputated, leaving just the heel bones which enabled the horse shoes to be straight down and locked into position permanently, with a front removable segment secured with set screws to allow fitting, as had been done with the hooves on all my amputated finger hands, now forelegs. At least walking with my new steel horse shoes on my hooves, would make walking very much easier than with those vertical foot hooves, since my heels, which were all that I had left remaining of my feet, were in their natural load bearing position. It just meant that I would for ever more need to readjust my forward balance if I walked on two legs and on occasions I would be able to walk on all four legs with hooves and horse shoes which were there for good, with no evidence of normal feet or hands, my long front legs now matched the length of my back legs. With a cross hobbled chain fitted, I would not be able to stand up and would have to clip clop along on all fours, which would be difficult until I became fully trained to get used to it.
I though that I had found all that had been done to me, but when I turned over I found I had a really very long horse like tail growing from the bottom of my spine, which was another one of Dr. Vaughan’s new medically advanced and perfected additions and when I twitched my bottom the tail could be made to swish in any direction I chose. That at least, if nothing else, was an added bonus.
Although I did not know what it was at this point, my forehead was a little sore where I had apparently been deeply branded with the name Gretchen in the middle of an insignia. My new, very long, blonde flowing mane was pulled up and down the sides, above the new stainless steel bridle harness around my head with pink and white ostrich plumes and straps on each side to fasten snugly under my chin, where at the front, it became wider in an ellipse on my forehead, with a hole exactly showing my full elliptical branding.
Just then Dr. Vaughan came in and smiled at my tears and obvious fright. "Now it is all permanent Gretchen (my past name was Eric then Erica), honestly is the best policy."
Of course she not lied to me, my transformations really were now permanent.
She was about to say more when in walked my sister Mistress Alison, whip in hand and a look of hatred on her face. "Get her up – the boss Madam Madison has come from the main school and wishes to see you!"
"I told you Gretchen that I, your Mistress Alison, your sister, would get my way with you and nobody will ever know your real name and that from now on, they will only know you as a new ponygirl from the continent, called Gretchen. It will be interesting because all the servants etc. will think you do not understand what they are saying in English, being so young and of German origin. Now I have done all these things to you, there is nothing you can ever do about it, since you have had your hands surgically modified and hooves fitted in their place. You will never speak or even be able to write your name from now on, so you cannot now communicate except through a neigh and whinny like a pony’s voice.
"From much of the time, from now on, you will be fitted with a pony’s head, where you will be able to see through the pony’s glass eyes with one way lenses. The head has been perfected by Angus and Dr. Vaughan, for a perfect and realistic fit and locked on around your neck with a secure stainless steel retaining ring. We will even fit you with an all in one pony suit, even down your four legs, in chestnut brown. These are very expensive outfits to perfect but in your special case it will be worth it. I have been most dedicated to transform you totally, with no expense spared on your behalf, to show my sadistic love for you. Won’t your new friend to be, with the same name ‘Chestnut’, be jealous, and just wait till our mother finds out what I have permanently done to her daughter."
It was Mistress Alison’s idea I now realised all along, that I had been, as I saw it, permanently mutilated, since I appeared to be a threat to her.
It was now certain that I could never be the Mistress of Chatsford Manor as Madam Madison had promised, now my dear Mistress, sister Alison had done this to me.
I was now to be encased in latex rubber, white, red, yellow, but mainly back and if I wore my very own specially made pony’s head and suit, they would go over the top.
My totally new life, that I now faced in the unknown, was about to begin and I could now never get my own back on my sister, Mistress Alison, or even do her any harm in any way and only be seen as a speechless Ponygirl just trotting around the fields or pulling a trap and sleeping in the my stable with all the other ponies with their hay and in my case liquid food, but I supposed I would get totally used to it and forget my past.
It was nice to think that Glasgow Red, Samantha, Tabitha and the other ponygirls, would even be jealous of me, now my sister, Mistress Alison had spent so much money to make more transformations to me, than they would ever have. In a masochistic sort of way, I looked forwards to my future now; after all, I am forever more of an animal than they would ever be!
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