Bronwen pushed her swill around the bowl. Her third meal and it was beginning to pall. Her morning had been uneventful so far. She was released from her kennel and her boots at the same time as the others. Emmy helped her undress as those already naked took their showers. Once devoid of everything but her collar she too used the toilet and washed. Despite the fact all the slaves were blasé about nudity. Even though Jenny had been naked in changing rooms in the past. She still found it humiliating to sit on the toilet basin in full view as others walked around.

Now naked she sat on the bench contemplating her food.

"Why is the food for slaves so dull?" She wondered out loud. Ruth fist pumped and Jayne groaned. The others laughed. "What was so funny?" Asked Bronwen.

"They're running a book," informed Jenny. "They won't let me join in, due to specialist inside knowledge."

"A book on what?"

“You, Bronwen, silly. Or to be precise, on which days will you pass classic Jenny milestones."

"Ruth just won five from Jayne," chipped in Liz between mouthfuls of swill.

"Five? Five what?" To answer Bronwen's question a grinning Ruth made a V with her fingers over her mouth and rapidly darted her tongue in an out.

"Oh! Oh I see. Umm, sorry Jayne. Does this mean every time I ask a question you guys are trading sexual favours?"

"Pretty much, but not just questions, achievements too. You'll find we are a bunch of degenerate gamblers," smirked Jenny.

"Okay... Still doesn't answer the original question though."

"Aw Bronwen you're not trying love," retorted Jenny. "Apply the grey matter."

"They like being mean to us?"

"Nearly, why are we slaves?"

"Because we are clones?"

"Gah! Okay why is Liz a slave?"

"Liz is not a clone?" Bronwen looked at Liz. Liz gave an almost imperceptible shake of her head. "Liz isn't a clone so she was enslaved because she broke the law... Who are the clones?"

"Us, Ash, Ruth and Kim. The rest are cons."

"Cons? Oh convicts... So this is prison food?"

"Close enough. Think. How many times did you hear people saying prisoners back in our time had it soft in prison. You know, TV, games and all the other stuff the bleeding heart reformers liked to lay on such as open university courses."

"So they give us crap food to make sure we're being punished?"

"Give the girl a star."

"Condemning us to slavery for life isn't enough?"

"Sister, we clones didn't even commit crimes. They look after their pets better."

"Crimes is a relative word anyway," said Liz, "there are only two crooks amongst us."

"Would it be rude of me to ask?" Inquired Bronwen.

Liz smiled, "Not today, as you're new. But as a clone, once you're sold, be careful how you ask."

"Thank you Liz, I don't really need to know," said Bronwen.

"Ah, Liz don't really mind," said Jill, "at least she was famous. I on the other hand developed a case of kleptomania."

"The others?"

"We all fell into debt one way or another." Informed Carol, "Clones and debtors make up most of those wearing collars."

"Okay, Liz, sorry, after that from Jill I gotta ask."

"They called me the ice pick murderer… made the news. I was the accountant at a failing clothing business. I found out too late I was being set up to take the blame for the companies losses. I was destined for a collar and had no way to prove my innocence.” Liz lent in close.
“So, before I was arrested or they even knew I knew. I cheerily entered the office of each of the conspirators and buried an ice pick in the base of their skulls. Five. Clean. Kills." Liz held up a fist and opened it a finger at a time as she stared at Bronwen.

Bronwen stared open mouthed at her fellow slave.

Spontaneously everyone burst into laughter. Liz, grinning, high fived Kim sitting next to her. Bronwen looked around confused.

"They're pulling your chain," informed Ashley, "multiple murder sees you sentenced to slavery in a chain gang or some other hard labour away from the public. Liz was caught breaking and entering."

Getting the joke Bronwen joined in the laughter. Happy knowing such ribbing meant she really was part of the gang.

"Okay, enough teasing the new clone," said Ashley over the laughter. "Dressed asap. Then wake the owners. Emmy help Bronwen dress for running, I'm putting her on the treadmill this morning. Ruth and Jayne you're both taking Master to the station so get tacked up. Rachel you're cooking, Jill rouse Master first as he'll not want to play."

Bronwen watched fascinated as everyone jumped to their tasks when she realised Emmy was standing in front of her.

“Mistress Bronwen, come I must dress you.” It was a near to an order as Emmy could give but Bronwen was happy to oblige.

“One sec you two,” interrupted Ashley, “I just want to check Bronwen’s rings.” So saying Ash started with the easiest and most obvious; the nipple rings.

“Any pain?” Ashley asked.

“None, everything calmed down real quick. I was expecting them to be sore for a few days after that lady said wait a week.” Ashley moved on to the septum ring.

“Yeah, but she thought you were an old clone, not fresh out of the tank.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I’m no doctor. The way I’ve had it explained to me is pretty dumbed down. Apparently living a long time is linked with the cure for cancer. I’ve been told cancer is a verb not a noun. Cancer is something your body does.

“Anyway along with fixing cancer by doing something to the ends of DNA they also can speed up and enhance the body’s ability to heal. It starts off insanely fast and then, on a steep curve, slows down. So for the next year or so you’ll heal fast and probably without scars.” Ashley gestured for Bronwen to open her mouth. Bronwen dutifully stuck out her tongue.

“We’ll that looks healed. I’m going to put in the smaller one.” Ashley started unscrewing the large ball at the top of the stud. She then whipped out the stud and was putting in the shorter one before Bronwen realised. When it was done it felt much better. Snug. No barbell wagging around in her mouth.

“So yeah, you’ve healed in hours not a week,” smiled Ashley, “plus it would have been weeks back in twenty one C.”
Ashley turned to Emmy, “Given Bron’s healed I want her in full bridle and bit. Full harness too, with crotch strap, and double plugs; though small up front and a medium tail.”

“Boots, Mistress?” Enquired Emmy.

“No love, running shoes.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Bronwen’s heart jumped, she was going to be dressed in pony gear, for real, for the first time. She was so excited she din’t care she wasn’t getting pony boots.

The first thing Emmy got out though brought Bronwen down with a bump. The obligatory thick, heavy, rubber corset.

“Really Emmy?”

“All slaves, all day, from this house twenty four seven,” was Emmy’s curt reply.

“Don’t I need to breathe deeply while running?”

“All slaves, all day, from this house twenty four seven,” repeated the slave.

Ruth, who was being helped by Jayne to tack up had clearly over heard.

“Emmy is dressing you correctly, Bronwen. But yes, it’s hard exercising in a corset. Which is why Ash will have you practice until you vomit. You’re fresh out of the tank which is the perfect time to exercise for muscle growth. She’s hard but Ash knows her stuff.”

Anything else that Ruth may have wanted to add though was cut short when Jayne slipped Ruth’s bridle on and popped the bit between her teeth.

Bronwen smiled at Ruth and lifted her arms so Emmy could wrap the corset around her waist. Once the infernal thing had been laced to the point Bronwen was sure she would be sliced in half Emmy next produced what looked like a pair of rubber galoshes that turned out to be a pair of super comfy slip on running shoes.

Once on Emmy handed Bronwen what could be best described as a latex sports bra. Clearly some real running was going to be done.
Next came the harness. A black leather belt that was buckled tight around the already constricted waist. There was a strap hanging down at the front and two broader straps were taken over the shoulders after crossing between the breasts. And down her back to be buckled to the back of the belt.

Next though a grinning Emmy produced a large black rubber dildo which she wordlessly handed over to Bronwen. Aghast the new clone looked at the thing.

"You're joshing, yes? Ash said small."

"Yes, that's a small."

"Show me the larger sizes please." Emmy dutifully did as she was asked. "Bloody hell!"

Convinced she was not being played Bronwen set about inserting the phallus. Luckily her excitement at getting tacked up meant she did not need lubrication, and she was quickly able to bury it within.

"Did you poo this morning?" Enquired Emmy casually lubing a butt plug tail.

"I don't think what I've eaten has had time to get through yet, Emmy," replied Bronwen warily eyeing the size of the butt plug. She was confident if Emmy managed to get it in, it would never fall out.

"'Kay, bend over please." Bronwen did as she was asked. Looking backwards into the room she was aware this at least was getting an audience. Was her ability to take a large butt plug part of the book they were running? Resolving to keep quiet Bronwen still blinked tears from her eyes as Emmy slowly but forcefully inserted the anal plug. Gritting teeth Bronwen bore down on the thing, it seemed to be stretching her so much she was amazed she did not tear. The relief as it cleared her sphincter was instant, though there was a lingering sore burn and she had never felt so full.

Emmy, still behind her, reached through her legs and grabbed the crotch strap. After threading the tail through a ring in the strap Emmy buckled it tight to the back of the belt. Further ramming home both the dildo and the base of the tail.

Before Bronwen could come to terms with the increasing bondage Emmy asked her to fold her arms behind her back. A box arm binder was promptly slid up her arms and strapped tightly in place. Her arms now rendered useless and the twin plugs buried deep within Bronwen, already aroused, felt the heat grow.

The next item did nothing to cool the flames as Emmy produced a posture collar. With some difficulty Emmy worked it under the steel collar. The steel collar Bronwen was coming to terms with as a permanent fixture. Obviously tight, as it was under the steel collar, the thing forced her chin up and stopped her turning her head.

Finally Emmy produced the bit and bridal. Opening her mouth to accept the bit meant tipping her head back due to the tall collar. Emmy pulled the harness over her head once the bit was in place and then quickly set about fastening the buckles at the back of Bronwen's neck and head. With short merciless tugs, as she pulled the straps tighter, the bit was pulled deeper into her mouth.

The bridle, along with the bit, consisted of two largish rings that sat at the back of the pony's cheeks. From these rings radiated a web of leather straps that enveloped the head as well as providing a place to mount the blinkers. The blinkers were two squares of leather held to the side of the face at the same level as the eyes. They eliminated any peripheral vision which, combined with the posture collar, meant Bronwen could only see what was directly in front of her.

Bronwen drew in a few deep breaths. She suddenly found herself in one of the most arousing bondage situations she had ever fantasised about. Her arms rendered useless, her head locked in place, vision restricted and mouth gagged. Add to that the effect of the phallic intruders buried deep inside her. Bronwen wondered how the hell she was supposed to run like this, it was all she could do to remain standing.

"Easy Bronwen," said an unseen voice in her left ear.

Bronwen took a deep breath.

"Take your time girl, process the feelings, I know it's intense."

Just then the drool the gag was causing her mouth to make started dripping on her chest.

"You want to fuck, but you're going to run."

I need to do something thought Bronwen as she tried to turn towards Ash. However she was stopped by a firm tug on the opposite cheek.
"I have your reins girl, so let me steer you."

Oh my God, thought Bronwen, I'm a pony, I really am a pony.

Bronwen turned with the pull of the rein. The rest of the slaves in the room each passing through her narrow field of view. She was stopped facing the door. Bronwen caught sight of herself in the mirror by the door. She looked incredible. A proper pony girl.

"Walk on, Bronwen," commanded Ashley. Bronwen did as ordered as Emmy scuttled ahead and opened the door for the pair. Bronwen walked out into the kitchen where with a gentle tug of the reins and a,"whoa," Ashley brought her to a stop.

Bronwen felt the reins go slack then it felt like Ashley had dropped them inside the top of the arm-binder. Ashley appeared in her narrow field of vision.

“Feeling calmer now? I know you're excited. My first time is one of my few firsts I can remember. I love 'being' a pony too." Ashley gently brushed Bronwen's cheek. "You'll make a beautiful pony. But training is going to be tough. Now wait here while I fetch the other two."

Bronwen stood still and watched the other slaves bustle in the kitchen. They had dressed in glossy latex maids outfits, a uniform Bronwen admitted to herself she yearned to wear. While Liz was busy cooking the others were loading up trays with food. Presumably to deliver to owners once ready.

“Why is there a pony in the kitchen,” asked an unseen voice to her right.

Liz looked over and beyond Bronwen, “Mistress Suki, slave Ashley left her here while she went to fetch the two to pull the trap for Master.”

“I see.” The voice was practically next to her now. “Could she have not left it outside rather than cluttering up where I eat?”

That moment saw Ashley enter the kitchen with the two other ponies in tow by light chain leashes attached to their nose rings.

“I’m very sorry Mistress Suki.” Clearly she had over heard the exchange with Liz. “This was the first time Bronwen was tacked up. I needed to move and calm her quickly before she panicked. I didn’t take her outside as I felt the weather could have made the situation worse.”

“The weather?”

“It’s raining Mistress.”

“So?”

“Mistress, it’s the Jenny’s second day. I know being stood outside alone in the rain is routine for a slave. It doesn’t.”

“I understand. It’s so easy to forget the clones have no idea how to behave, or what is expected of them when they’re new.”

“They train faster over all though, Mistress. Especially Jenny’s; they want to be slaves.”

“Yes, on that very subject… you were going to tell me when you were going to commence her pony training.”

“I apologise Mistress. The slave healed quicker than anticipated. I would have sought you out as soon as I had her installed on the treadmill.”

Ashley then clipped a light chain leash to Bronwen’s septum ring. “Mistress we could start your special project as soon as I have these two in harness on the trap?”

“I’m eating in the kitchen this morning. Come find me here once you are ready.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Ashley made for the garden with the three pony girls trailing after.

“Ashley, wait a moment.” The command was from Garth who walked briskly into the room. “Is that Bronwen you have tacked up there?”

“Yes, Master,” replied Ashley.

“Excellent! I’m taking it in with me this morning, just in case the judge needs to inspect it at the trial. Tether it to the back of the trap.”

“Yes, Master. Would you like me to accompany you too? I could then bring it straight back after the hearing.”

“Yes, that’ll work.”

Ashley turned to Suki, “Mistress I regret..”

“I heard Ashley,” cut in Suki, “just bring the girl straight to me on your return.”

Ashley again turned and led the three slaves into the garden. Once outside she stopped and closed the door after them. It was indeed raining. The summer weather of yesterday was replaced with a grey over cast sky and a persistent light drizzle. Typical British weather. Bronwen looked at the clouds. So they don’t control the weather in the future she thought.

The three slaves were led into the garage and over to the two pony trap. As they walked Bronwen had wondered if she was expected to lift her knees high. The others were not though, so she figured perhaps thats only something done in pony boots perhaps. Then she noticed that the other two were in pony boots.

The central shaft of the trap had two cross members. A bit like a capital letter T with two horizontal strokes. Ruth and Jayne were each placed either side of the shaft but between the cross members. Leather traces were then attached to either side of their belts from each corner of the three sided box this made. The traces were short so neither pony could push against the cross member in font of them or pull back into the one behind. Ashley then took the reins of each slave from out of their arm binders and tied them off to a cleat on the top of the buggy’s foot board.

Then after unclipping the chains on their nose rings she once again turned her attention to Bronwen. Leading her by her nose leash to the back of the buggy. She unclipped the leash and retrieved the reins from where they were stowed in the arm binder. Passing them over Bronwen’s head she tied them off to a cleat on the back of the buggy.

“Okay Bronwen, this ought to be fun. It’s just over two miles to the station. You’re on brand new legs and you’re fresh out of the tank.” Ash turned away and climbed on board the buggy.

“Ponies squeeze your vibes for me please,” Ashley shouted out. Momentarily non plussed Bronwen suddenly realised she was supposed to be squeezing the huge dildo Emmy had had her stuff up her chuff. She squeezed with her vaginal muscles and was rewarded with a sharp double buzz from within. Ashley came back to her.

“Did it buzz back?” She asked. Bronwen gave as much of a nod as the posture collar would allow.

“Good, when pulling in teams it’s easier to do if you keep in step. That way you’re pushing back together at the same time and not trying to take turns pulling on your own. That vibe is now synced to the buggy and will buzz each time you should be pushing back with your right leg. As you’re running behind it’s not important but this is good practice. Now wait here while I go tell Master we are ready.”

Ash then unplugged the charging cable from the back of the buggy and left Bronwen tied by her reins to wait. After three minutes, which seemed a lot longer Bronwen heard the back door to the garage open and then caught sight briefly of Master Gareth climbing into the buggy through her narrow field of view.

She then saw Ashley ahead opening the garage door. She looked magnificent in a full length glossy latex coat, with a high collar, that reached down to mid calf. She was also wearing some kind of boot but how tall they were she could not guess. Despite never seeing Ashley dressed that way before there was almost a sense of deja vue that Bronwen could not place. Bronwen did wonder though why Ashley was getting a rain coat and she wasn't.

Once the door was open Ashley also disappeared as she climbed into the buggy. Which after a command from Ashley, who Bronwen guessed was driving, started to move forward.

As promised there was a loud forceful buzz from within and Bronwen stepped forward with her left foot, pushing back with her right. It seemed very easy to stay in step with the vibrator as it seemed to go off just as she wanted to make her next step anyway. Its pace soon picked up though and Bronwen soon realised she was running at quite a clip. The reins kept her quite close to the buggy, which impeded her forward view. The blinkers, and the tall, tight, posture collar stopped her looking around. Her arms folded behind her and wrapped in leather, and her pussy and backside stuffed full. Being a pony in the future was not as she imagined, but it was quite a sensation. She wondered what sort of sight she presented to anyone who saw her. Wrapped in leather and latex being pulled behind a buggy that in turn was being pulled by two other slaves dressed the same way. Probably an every day sight she reflected. The vibrator thankfully, with its pulsing rhythm, was too weak to act as anything other than a metronome. The idea of running and coming at the same time while tied to a moving object did not bare thinking about.

Quickly though another issue raised its head; she was running out of puff. Or more accurately the corset was stopping her getting any. Grimly Bronwen realised that she was actually going to have to dig deep to keep up. Bronwen quickly became aware that it was getting harder and harder to get enough air. Her chest was heaving in a desperate attempt to breath in, her diaphragm rendered useless by the constriction of the corset. As spittle and drool were sprayed from her mouth on each exhalation Bronwen cursed the stricture of the corset, and envied the attire of the pony-girls who had brought her home from the courts Yesterday. Bronwen concentrated on each step and tried to focus on nothing but her breathing and trying to keep time with the internal metronome.

After and indeterminable period of time, that could have been ten minutes or twenty, abruptly the pace slowed, and Bronwen nearly ran into the back of the buggy. They then turned off the road and after a few tight turns came to a halt. Ahead she heard her Master instruct Ashley.
"The next train is fifteen minutes. Be on it with the new girl. Send the buggy back once it is done with."
"Yes, Master," replied Ashley.

Abruptly Ash was there untying her reins from the buggy. Next she removed the bridal and bit, which made catching her breath no easier but at least meant she was no longer spraying spittle and drool over her own chest.

Next Ashley grasped Bronwen by the shoulders and wordlessly turned her one hundred eighty degrees before starting to remove the arm binder. In front of her was yet another sight that gave her a queasy feeling she had seen before.

Two pony girls stood at the front of another trap. Both were identically attired. The foundation of their outfits was a black latex catsuit. Over this they wore a hot pink latex leotard with a plunging front that nearly reached their crotch's. Their heads were encased in tight black latex hoods. The only visible opening in these were for their mouths. Their eyes were obscured by close fitting latex blindfolds in a colour to match the leotard. Set deep into their mouths were thick rubber bits held in place with straps that also matched the blindfold and leotard.

Around each girls throat was the cruelest posture collar. Matching in colour the hot pink once more they were reinforced and edged with chromed steel. The collars were so tight and so tall each girls head was rigidly held facing forwards and upwards. Both girls arms were affixed behind their backs, elbows touching, by steel bonds.

Their noses, concealed under their latex hoods, each sported a steel ring that pierced the latex and septum thus fixing the hoods in place. From the tops of these hoods sprang tall ponytails of snow white hair, this was repeated down below the waist, though Bronwen could not see from where it emerged at this angle.

Over each nipple was a contoured chromed metal cap that did nothing to disguise the shape of the nipple, in fact they exaggerated the feature. Piercing each cap, and presumably the slaves nipples within was a straight steel bar. This bar was in turn held in place by small padlocks set in either end, resting on the outer side of each nipple.

"Yes, they're both Ashleys," said Ashley from behind Bronwen. "They're here most mornings. Their owner catches the same train as our Master. They'll wait here until she returns."

"Can't they hear us, Mistress?"

"Nope, ear buds under their hoods isolate them. They can feel the weather, beyond that they are isolated from the world."

"I've got this weirdest sense I've seen them before, Mistress."

"You undoubtedly have."

"How, Mistress?"

"Their outfits are based on one of my pictures, it was called Ponies to rent… When I was first cloned there was a fad for dressing me, as well as other slaves, in costumes that matched my art. That was so many generations ago that some of the outfits have simply become de rigueur slave clothing, hence the scene before us."

"Did you render the outfit you have on now, Mistress?" As Bronwen asked Ashley pulled off the arm binder.

"Yeah, case in point in fact. I bought these coats off of the Daz library, part of set called Raiver or Reever. I forget precisely now, it was a long time ago. Here they are called Monday Coats, after the picture I used them in."

"Ahh, that explains the deja vue, Mistress."

"Oh, you'll get that a lot, sister," Ashley removed Bronwen's harness. "This time is full of outfits based on my, and other artists images."

"Does that bar..."

"Go through their nipples?" Interrupted Ashley. “Yes, it does, and I can tell you, first hand, it fucking hurts when you run."

Tack removed Ashley brusquely reached between Bronwen's legs and pulled out the vibrator. Bronwen shuddered at the unexpected action.
“Mistress, please, you could warn a girl.”

“Your body’s not your own. Get used to people doing whatever they like with it,” admonished Ashley. “Tail now, so push down.”

Bronwen did as ordered. An initial searing pain was replaced by an ache and a welcome feeling of emptiness. Before she could come to terms with this Ashley was working out the posture collar from under her permanent steel collar. As it was removed it dawned on Bronwen she was stood outside a train station being stripped in public. Surreal did not cover it.

She turned around to see that Ashley was putting all the tack into a trunk in the rear of the trap. Ash then chucked a towel at her to roughly dry herself as she was sodden from the rain. Returning the towel Ashley handed her a coat the same has her own. Bronwen quickly pulled it on grateful for some protection from the elements now she was cooling down from her exercise.

Ash then shut the trunk and walked around to the two pony girls still in harness at the front. Some unheard instructions were delivered to Ruth and Jayne and the trap moved off.

“No leash today, as I figure you’d not be so silly as to bolt,” smiled Ash. “This should be a fun trip. Worse thing that could happen is you may get your hymen examined by a vet.”

“A vet, Mistress?”

“We are livestock, animals. Doctors don’t stoop to treat us. So if it’s not economical to keep us working we most likely will be put down.”

“You jest, Mistress.”

“I don’t. Look, you have over a hundred years in that collar ahead of you. If you break anything early it’ll be worth their while to fix you. They’ll get their money back. By the time that’s no longer the case you may be tired of living. Either way, you are a slave, you have no rights, you have no control. So stop worrying about it.”

“Yes, Mistress,” responded Bronwen. Just when she thought she was getting a handle on things her world was shaken again.

Ashley was walking into the station. With a last look at the two latex clad pony girls still stood out the front Bronwen turned to follow. Ash noticed Bronwen’s lingering look at the slaves. As Bronwen caught up she hooked a finger in one of the new slaves nipple rings and gave a gentle tug.

“We have that outfit back at home. Be a good girl in town and I may dress you up that way this afternoon.”

“Mistress, is it wrong that that thought both terrifies me and turns me on?”

“No slave, pretty typical of a Jennifer Harrison. Come on girl we need to find our Master before the train arrives.”