After about half an hour of easy laps she pulled into the stable yard. They pulled up to the blue and white post at the far side of the corral. Willi left Veronika tied to the pole and left for a few minutes. When she came back she had a wet wipe for Veronika’s vulva. Willi had a pair of clips the secured Veronika’s pony-hands behind her back. Willi led her to the shade at the side of the corral. Veronika whinnied for her.

Very good, liebling, it’s too bad you didn’t do that last night. Willi looked at her gravely, and made her kneel between the rails of the sulky. When she was kneeling, Willi had two little square nipple clamps to put onto Veronika.

Willi loosened each one in front of Veronika’s face, so she could watch. Willi carefully fitted a clamp to each nipple and tightened them so they were tight but not very painful. She took Veronika out onto the track and then out onto the road. After an hour they came back to the corral. Willi got Veronika a drink of water while she was kneeling. She tightened the clamps a half turn. Veronika gasped, she thought Willi would take them off.

An hour later they were back in the corral, Veronika knelt while Willi tightened the clamps again. They went out for another hour and this time when they came in Veronika was crying, tears were streaming down her face. Willi tightened the clamps again, Veronika started to moan and cry out loud. She was totally dependant on Willi for relief, and Willi wasn’t bringing her any help. They went back out with Veronika crying.

When they came in for the after the third hour, Veronika wanted to promise her first born to Willi just to loosen the clamps a little. Willi went inside to get herself a drink and let Veronika urinate. When she came back out Veronika had tried to urinate on the ground, but she had gotten all over her legs and feet. Willi took her over to the garden hose and rinsed her off.

Veronika, liebling, I can’t have you pissing all over yourself. You must be ashamed; I will take you back out, and let you return and urinate again and stay clean. I will never mention this to anyone, I can’t have others knowing that you would piss on yourself. Willi took her out for another hour.

When they came in this time she stopped Veronika while she went to get a drink. She came back and made Veronika kneel while she took the clamps off. She massaged each of Veronika’s nipples very gently, and kissed each tortured nipple.

Have you ever heard anyone tell that you did not want to find out why you should never speak over your bit, liebling, she asked softly? Veronika nodded, and whinnied. Willi took her back out for half an hour. Veronika knew she would never speak over her bit again.

Jacqui had Stacy out all day, they stopped for lunch at the main ranch, she left Stacy in a stall where her lunch would be delivered and went to The Cafeteria with Wendy, for a lunch/meeting. They planned the strategy for Stacy’s race.

This race had a better reputation than Erin’s, but they would need to keep alert for harm to Stacy and their race efforts. Jacqui said she had heard from some of her friends that the ponygirls from Wendy’s ranch were targets for theft. She wanted to have a big security guard with a leash locked to the girls collar when traveling. Wendy said she would find someone to handle it.



This plane ride was uneventful and comfortable; they drove to the same small strip Erin’s party used, where the plane was waiting. This time the plane was a twin Beechcraft, with seats for eight. There were only five passengers. Wendy and Stacy of course, Jacqui, and Stacy’s groom; Jack Loos, the fifth was the guard Wendy hired. She called her friends from the Pima Indian reservation and had a medium height man, Arnell, which looked to be about fifty years old, come to be the guard. He had a leash from the collar Stacy wore around his left wrist; Stacy liked him immediately and felt safe with him. Even thought she spent most of her time as a ponygirl, Stacy knew and understood the need for security. She just didn’t think about it. She sat next to Arnell in the plane seat and looked out the window, watching the clouds. Wendy had her dressed in a white mini-dress and white high-heeled sandals. The ponygirls wore their hoof-boots so much that they were not comfortable with flat-heeled shoes. Except Erin of course, she wore running shoes to run on her own. She was able to wear any shoes. Lately Denise had to reduce her solo sessions to once a week.

Even then a guard was out in the area, in a jeep. She had stepped up security by hiring more of the Pima’s to patrol the ranch perimeter regularly. Willi called someone in Germany and had four trained dogs sent to her. She introduced one to each ponygirl to stay with her in her stall at night. Erin got to run on her own again if she took Ajax running too. He loved to run, too. Willi thought it was a match made in heaven, she felt rightfully proud if her idea. Veronika didn’t change the name of Bruno, he was a very light color and had eyes almost as blue as her own.



The dogs she had sent were German Shepard, she originally wanted Doberman’s, but they don’t handle the desert temperatures as easily as the Shepard breed. Erin and Veronika took to theirs right away, Stacy was a little less positive and Keiko was afraid of her dog. They both became more enthusiastic when the news of the theft of two ponygirls from a ranch in southern California was reported. The rustlers slipped in at night and took the two ponygirls, without anyone noticing until the next morning. They were recovered two weeks later when they showed up at a PRA race in Mexico City. The new owner had paid a lot for them and claimed that he had no idea that they were stolen. The girls had not had real good care and really had no chance in the race. They were returned to their owner’s ranch. They were terribly upset and required extra care, and would be too skittish to race for a while.

Stacy wanted to bring Jake, her dog, to the racetrack too, just to be certain. Arnell looked quite capable and Stacy felt confident of the security measures Wendy had taken. The dog was not allowed to be at the track by the owners. It could cause too many liability concerns for the safety of the other ponygirls and handlers there. Keiko kept Musashi, very close too.



Stacy was scooting around and constantly changing position in her seat. Wendy moved to the seat behind her and asked what was wrong.

I can’t stand these panties, She whispered. They are terrible.”

Hold on for a minute, Wendy said. She went to the rear of the pilot’s seat.

What sort of place are we heading to, is the landing strip at a big airport, she asked?

Nope, he shook his head, it’s no bigger than the strip where I picked you up. Is everything all right?”

Oh it’s fine, thanks. Wendy got back to Stacy.

You can take them off if you want, the pilot says the place we’re headed isn’t much bigger than at home, Wendy said conspiratorially. Stacy shifted and pulled the panties off, when she got them off over her sandals, she sighed in relief. Arnell watched, but didn’t say anything, until they were off.

Are you okay? Why did you take off your underpants, he asked?

I’m fine, they were just so uncomfortable, and I couldn’t stand them. Stacy smiled, I usually don’t wear anything and these just got so that I couldn’t wear them anymore.”

Arnell turned to Wendy, Don’t you care if she’s not covered up?”

No. She smiled when Arnell looked confused. Do you have any ponies? When Arnell nodded, she went on, Do you care if anybody can see them?”

No, not really, but my daughters, I do care, Arnell said.

She’s not my daughter, she’s my ponygirl. We are going to a racetrack; I’ve entered her in some races there. That’s why we need you to watch over her, Wendy explained.

She is very fast, and will probably win. I’m concerned about rustlers, Wendy said to Arnell.





This track was much nicer than Erin’s first racetrack. The facilities were newer and with a much more efficient operation. Jacqui was very much on her guard and she gave Arnell pointers for consideration and what to look out for. He was very proficient as a guard and sentry, with Jacqui’s coaching he was even better.

The races were run the same way by Jacqui that Willi used. She ran Stacy hard enough to advance up to the next level, but slow enough to avoid close examination. Wendy wanted to make as much as she could from betting, the purse was not all that big. It would pay for the trip and some of the training, but Wendy wanted to recover some of her investment on her track. She would meet Mr. Jung and Mrs. Rush there, they would be coming in for the last day.

The races went just as planned, Stacy made the final without drawing undue attention, and kept the odds favorable. Wendy made a killing; she brought home enough to recover the entire cost for the track construction. The owner of the track came by as Wendy was getting Stacy ready to go, he looked Stacy over carefully.

I guess I should have seen it when she came in, he said with a smile. She looks too good for the times she ran. I didn’t lose much on her, everyone wanted to take advantage of you so they weren’t betting at my windows. lf you had taken me for all you took all off them, I’d be complaining. I recommend you don’t do it like this again.

I’m sure I don’t know whatever you could mean, sir Wendy said shyly. But thank you for the advice.”



They went back to the ranch, not the track when they got in. There was a large group waiting to greet them, ponygirls, grooms and handlers, and well-wishers. After the initial greetings Wendy sent Stacy to the bath stall with Jack to get her washed up. There were cosmetics available for tonight; they would go out to the track after Wendy’s party was over. Stacy didn’t have any clean tack, so she was collared and given a pair of black spike heeled shoes. Arnell was recruited to handle the end of her leash. He got washed up in the Groom Room, while Jack was bathing Stacy, and some new clothes were found for him at Wendy’s souvenir shop. While he was getting washed, one of the grooms polished his black boots put them back where he had left them while he was in the shower.

When the party was over, Jack took Stacy to the track in his pickup. They were there by mid-night, he put Stacy in her stall. She had been gone for five days and her dog was glad to see her. When she lay down he got right beside her on the floor and wanted to stay curled right there until morning. She had to wear the collar and chain at night. Wendy and Denise felt they were safe enough with the dogs beside them and their collars at night.

Erin’s dog, Ajax was also glad to see Stacy when she got in. He woke Erin with all of his running and bouncing around, he didn’t bark, but he made a big disturbance.

Erin made the night handler come down and get her out to see Stacy. They sat up late petting their dogs and drinking some wine that Mr. Jung sent over. They were both old hands at the racing game, now. Erin had no one else there who had experienced ponygirl racing until now. Although Jacqui and Willi had been to hundreds of races, neither one had done the running.

They sat on the floor of Stacy’s stall with their dogs lying beside them, their heads in the ponygirls naked laps. The main thing that Stacy had to brag about was that Jack finally masturbated her in the shower. She had been quite disappointed when she found that Jacqui didn’t see her relief as a necessity, or that it might to help her run faster.



Veronika was running with the blinkers closed, she had to follow Willi’s commands exactly. She had complete faith in Willi’s ability. Like Erin, Veronika was willing to run full speed entirely dependent on Willi for guidance. Although neither realized it, their worship of Willi came after she put the clamps on their nipples, and made them run.

The tall blonde woman watching smiled to herself; she had her brown alligator shoe on the lower rail of the corral fence where she stood in the shade. Mona approached and put her foot up on the rail too.

Well, is that who you’re looking for, she asked?

She nodded, Yeah, that’s my little sister. She’s beautiful isn’t she? When will I have a chance to see her. She added brightly, Well I can pretty much see all of her, so when might we have a chance to talk?”

They’re on their way in. So as soon as we get her washed up, she’ll be free until tomorrow morning, Mona told her. We just have to sure of her safety.

While they stood there, Willi brought Veronika into the shade of the same tree. She stopped right beside them. Orson was right there to unhitch Veronika, and remove the blinkers. Veronika blinked in the bright sun, but her vision cleared soon. When she could see, she gasped.

Hello Veronika, good to see you, She looked down to Veronika’s feet and back to her face. All of you.

Mona stepped forward, and started unhooking Veronika’s bridle, but Veronika turned her head so Mona’s hands fell away. She kept her head up so Mona still couldn’t reach her very well. Orson soon had her unhitched from the sulky; Veronika stepped from between the rails and headed toward the stable as Orson snapped his lead to her bridle.

No. That’s all right, the stranger put her hand on Mona’s arm. Please let her go for now. It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other.”

Mona nodded, and stopped following Veronika.

Willi stepped up to the woman, and held out her hand, I’m Willi den Woorden, She said expectantly.

Ekaterina Dylon, Veronika’s sister. We haven’t seen each other for quite a while. I gather you could tell, it wasn’t under the best of circumstances, that we last saw each other, she said to Willi. What is it that you do here? There can’t be much call for just running around naked.”

“No, Willi chuckled. We have a racing rennbahn for ponygirls.”

A what? she asked.

A racing facility. I am a jockey and trainer here. We are just starting this track, but soon there will be our own racing, Willi said proudly.