Linda stood on the porch of the saloon, watching as young women and men wandered by dressed in outfits fitting for the wild west. At this wild west reenactment event, everyone was dressed up as cowgirls or cowboys, including her, to blend in and essentially roleplay out scenarios or just enjoy being able to wear that western outfit for once. She shook her head. If only some of them knew just what would actually happen in this area in a few hours. “Howdy ma’am.”

Her internal thoughts were interrupted by a voice and she turned as Johnathan and Jason, two brothers in matching outfits of boots, jeans, and checkered shirts, greeted her as they walked up. “Howdy gentleman.”



They stood on the wooden patio, admiring her outfit of a checkered shirt, white tank top, denim skirt, and brown cowgirl boots. A brown hat and holster containing a loaded revolver completed her ensemble. “We good to go?”

Jason nodded and they departed, heading down the main road to one of the larger buildings that was dressed up on the outside to look a little older, but was most definitely modern. The entrance was a shop, selling replica weapons and was a little busy until they walked through the side door into another smaller shop selling trinkets. The man behind the counter looked up. “All access?”

“Everything that you’ve got.” Jason replied.

A button beneath the desk was pushed and a part of the wall slid away to reveal a door. “Happy hunting.” The man said as the trio walked through into the larger building.

The building’s inside was like a barn, with stables and paddocks running the length of one side, the grown covered in hay, while a door to the right marked “processing” led deeper into the building. “It’s amazing no one is suspicious.” Linda commented as they entered the barn, a big grin on her face.

“Well people are ignorant. Don’t mind the fact that there’s plenty of festival goers as potential stock outside, we’ll be sure to clear out the area in no time.”

Linda’s grin widened as a woman dressed as a cowgirl walked by, leading a ponygirl on a leash. The ponygirl’s arms were pulled behind her in a tight monoglove armbinder. She was stripped naked, her only clothing was a leather body harness that didn’t cover anything important and gave passerby’s full view of her large breasts. Her legs were clad in thigh high boots ending in a pony hoof, and her head was locked in place with a tall posture collar to force her to look straight. A full bridle with attached blinders and bit gag completed her ponygirl bondage.

The ponygirl, likely a new one, did not look happy as she was pulled past towards the paddocks. Linda vaguely recognized her as one of the girls she had spotted near the entrance wearing a pretty pair of metallic turquoise boots. She idly wondered if there was a way she could get her hands on that pair before they were discarded.

This flurry of activity was a temporary base for a slaving operation they were all a part of. This location dealt specifically with ponygirls, and they would abduct en masse when around the wild west reenactment, gas emitters would flood the buildings and roads with knockout gas to knock everyone attending unconscious. The slavers would then have their pick of cowgirls to snatch, convert to ponygirls, and then spirit away to be sold in auctions later on. That is, unless Linda had anything to say about it. “Randy’s calling us.” Jason said to Johnathan.

“Go ahead, I’ll entertain myself.” Linda said, waving them off before wandering down the line of paddocks. About five were occupied with bound and gagged ponygirls already, leashed in place in the stalls and bound and gagged like the first she had seen. These were all girls that had been wandering the festival and snatched probably during the night. Leaning over the door to one of the paddocks, she smiled at the brunette girl who seemed very unsure about what Linda was going to do to her. Reaching over to unhook her leash, Linda pulled on it, forcing the girl to come to her at the door. “Very nice pair you have here.” She said as she reached out and groped the ponygirl’s breasts. She protested, but whatever she wanted was irrelevant now and she would learn that soon enough.

A couple of footsteps sounded behind her as she continued to play with the pony’s breasts. “Are we a go?” She asked, knowing that it was Johnathan and Jason. “Oh we are definitely a go.” Jason’s voice sounded in her ear before a taser was driven into her back and thousands of volts of electricity coursed through her body.

Her mouth opening in a silent scream, Linda sank to the floor, fully conscious but unable to move her body at all. Jason knelt down beside her head, her eyes darting between him and his brother. “You thought we wouldn’t find out?” He asked as he caressed her cheek. “That you, the bold cowgirl of the operation, was the one to get cold feet and rat us out to the authorities?”

He laughed. “Unfortunately for you, there’s no rescue coming. The police will be, ah, delayed with the information and by the time they arrive, it will be too late. The girls will be long gone, and you with them.”

Other handlers walked on over to join in, carrying various bondage items. Johnathan flicked out a switchblade, which then cut through her shirt and tank top before the garments were torn from her body and cast aside. Her skirt soon joined them, along with her shredded bra and panties leaving Linda in just her cowgirl boots. And then they went to work on securing the turncoat.

Her wrists were zip tied palm to palm, making it far easier for the monoglove to be pulled up her arms and laced tight. LInda groaned as her elbows were crushed together, still incapable of movement but she could still feel the strain in her arms as it was laced tight and buckled in place. Additional leather straps soon followed, pinning her bound arms against her back, then her legs together and her legs were folded back so her heels were pressed against her butt and strapped in place. Hoisting her up, she was placed onto a moving cart and strapped onto it. As a final insult, a collar was wrapped around her neck and a bridle was strapped around her head complete with a bit fitting between her teeth. An additional rope was attached to the top of her bridle and pulled back to her booted ankles, forcing her neck back to face forward.

Randy walked in front of her, tutting. “Linda, Linda. Really. I thought you were so much better than that.”



“Fnnkkk yrrruuu!” Linda shouted into her gag and struggled as she regained movement in her arms. It was pitifully quiet, and her motions were also not very large.

Randy laughed. “The bravado is nice, but there is nothing that you can do. We’re going to position you so you get a great view of every single girl that is brought in here. Every girl that walks by you, is another one you couldn’t save. Each pony girl is a slave that you couldn’t spare. And you’re going to watch as we take this whole town, and every girl will vanish into a life of slavery.”

Then he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “And then you’re going to be the next pony in line to join them.”