Kathleen's Conquest
By Tonypony@hotmail.com
Co-ed turns football star into pet pony

As she hurried across the darkening quad, Kathleen checked her watch. 
"Shit," she thought, rehearsal had run late - it was almost eight thirty. 
She was unconcerned about the growing darkness on the campus and 
had no pressing plans, but the late hour meant that football practice 
was long over and that Blake and his cronies would be waiting in the 
lounge of her co-ed dorm.

	Blake was a star athlete, captain of the team, and a major 
asshole. He had looks, money, and a strong belief that the rest of the 
world could kiss his ass, especially the female residents of the planet. 
He took what he wanted from the girls on campus, and if they said no, 
that just made it more fun for him. A couple weeks earlier he had 
forced himself on Sarah, one of Kathleen's best friends, raping her in 
her own room after entering on the pretense of getting help with an 
English assignment. Kathleen had urged her to go to the police, but 
Sarah was humiliated and afraid of reprisals. When Kathleen had 
reported the incident on her own, the campus police had laughed her 
out of the office; 

	"Hell, we've got a bowl game on the line. We're not gonna 
arrest our best quarterback in years," snickered the sergeant on duty, 
"because of some half-assed accusations from a mouthy know-it-all 
thesbian." The way he sneered that last word echoed in Kathleen's mind 
for days. There would be no retribution through the authorities. But 
she must have glared at Blake one too many times, for now he had set 
his sights on her and loitered with his jock buddies in the dorm, 
waiting for her to return from the theater building each evening after 
practice.

	Tonight was no exception. Kathleen felt his sleazy blue eyes 
on her the moment she walked in. "Hi, lover," Blake taunted her as his 
cronies chuckled, "You were a great fuck last night. I really liked the 
way you licked my ball sack when you were blowing me." Kathleen 
tried to move past him, but one of Blake's friends cut her off, and she 
had to brush past his well-muscled chest. "Hey!" Blake grabbed her by 
the arm. "I just paid you a compliment. Aren't you going to say thank 
you?" 

	Kathleen struggled to free her arm. "Let go Blake, you're 
hurting me!" 

	"Not until you thank me." Blake squeezed harder, "Say 'Thank 
you, Blake. Thank you for fucking me.'"

	"Not a chance in hell, you pencil-dicked muscle-head!" 
Kathleen tore her arm from Blake's grasp, and saw his eyes darken at 
the insult. "We never fucked, we're never going to fuck, and the only 
way I'll thank you is by NOT throwing up in your face at the very 
thought." Kathleen turned away, but Blake grabbed her and pulled her 
back against him, forcing his hips between her thighs and pinning her 
head back with one hand knotted in her long dark hair. 

	"Oh, you're a fiery one aren't you. But I think you're starting to 
come around. Isn't she starting to come around boys?" His gang roared 
their approval of the way Blake was manhandling the slender senior 
who had dared insult him, and he grabbed her ass and rubbed his 
crotch against her, eliciting more shouting and laughter. During the 
cheering, Blake put his face close to Kathleen's ear and spoke low 
tones, so no one else could hear: "Believe me, bitch - we are gonna 
fuck, and it'll be the best fuck you ever had, whether you like it or not." 
One look at his cold eyes and self-absorbed smirk and Kathleen knew 
he was serious, and the fate that had befallen her friend Sarah might 
soon be hers as well.

	After a hideous moment in his grasp, he released Kathleen 
and she ran trembling to her room, the laughter of the testosterone 
monkeys ringing in her ears. She stripped and took a long shower, 
cleansing her mind of the filthy incident and considering her options. 
She would have to find a way to shut Blake down, humiliate him in 
front of his buddies and everyone else, to reduce him from macho man 
to the groveling pig he really was. An idea began to form in her mind, 
and as it developed, her fingers drifted down her slender torso to idly 
soap and massage her mound. The idea stemmed from a similar 
situation that had happened when Kathleen was fourteen, and taking 
riding lessons at the stable near her house. One of her friends had an 
older brother who had started hanging around, laughing and teasing the 
younger girls and hitting on the older students and teachers, using the 
crudest language and insulting the intelligence, if not the very 
femininity, of all the ladies present.

	Kathleen recalled the solution that one of the riding 
instructors had devised, and how effectively the problem was solved. 
The instructor had really put the slug in his proper place, and then to 
add to his punishment, invited all the other instructors and even the 
young girls to participate in the humiliation. It was the first time 
Kathleen had ever seen a large strong male completely controlled by a 
smaller weaker female, and the feeling that had swept over her then was 
sweeping over her in the shower now, her fingers probing deeper 
within her sex as her mind whirled through the details of how she 
could adapt that plan to fit her current situation, how she could trick 
Blake, get him under control, and turn him into an obedient beast.

	When she finished in the shower, Kathleen took a moment to 
examine herself in the mirror. She was small, barely five-two, but wiry 
and strong, with muscular legs developed through years of horseback 
riding and dance training. She ran her hands over her flat abdomen and 
cupped each of her breasts, idly stroking the nipples erect as she 
thought through her plan for Blake's humiliation. She had some of the 
items she would need in the tack box in her room - Kathleen had 
become an expert rider and brought most of her riding apparel to 
school with her, as she frequently spent weekends at the stables near 
the college. Other items for her plan would have to be created in the 
costume and prop workshops at the college theater, or borrowed from 
the media lab. But one crucial element was missing - how could she 
trick Blake into the proper position so that she could gain the upper 
hand? Blake was strong and not altogether stupid, and Kathleen feared 
that, when they were alone, he could easily overpower her and gain 
control. She needed some ruse to distract him, so he wouldn't realize 
what she was up to until it was too late.

	Her eyes wandered around the room without thought, so 
deeply was she engrossed in her scheme. It was several minutes before 
Kathleen noticed that her eyes had focused on a single book, shelved 
amidst the volumes of textbooks and scripts. It was her favorite book of 
children's stories - she had brought it with her for comfort and 
familiarity her freshman year, and it had lingered with her ever since. 
She lifted the book down, wondering why her eyes had landed on that 
particular item, leafed through a few pages, and was suddenly struck by 
an illustration that leapt off the page. It was an elegant pen-and-ink 
drawing of a well-dressed rabbit riding on the back of an angry fox, 
who was all decked out in saddle and bridle. The fox was leaping into 
the air, trying to unseat the rabbit, and the rabbit was clinging 
tenaciously to his seat, all the while abusing his steed with a vicious 
looking pair of spurs.

	The final pieces of the puzzle snapped into place with a 
blinding speed, and Kathleen found herself laughing out loud at the 
perfection of it all. The illustration was included with one of her 
favorite stories ever - an Uncle Remus tale of Br'er Rabbit outwitting 
Br'er Fox. It was an apt parallel of a smaller character using wits and 
courage to defeat and humiliate a stronger foe, and it gave her the ideal 
scenario to do what she really wanted to do to Blake.

	There was much preparation to do over the next few days, and 
Kathleen set about her work with passion and enthusiasm, spending 
afternoons in the costume shop at the theater, borrowing the high 
quality video camera from the campus video library, making sure that 
everything was ready for the trap to be sprung. The next Friday 
afternoon, she was ready, and purposely lingered at the theater until 
she knew Blake and his pals would be waiting. She walked into the 
dorm, heat pounding in her chest, knowing that her first task was to 
knock Blake off-balance, disarm and disorient him. So when she 
entered the lounge and faced the leering jocks, she turned on a million-
watt smile and walked right up to them. 

	"Hi, Blake, you big stallion, you." Kathleen couldn't believe 
her choice of words - she almost cracked up right then and there. 

	Blake was a bit taken aback, but recovered quickly "Hey, your 
tits look especially great tonight. What say you come over to my room 
tonight and we can fuck all weekend?" Kathleen walked up to Blake, 
stroked his chest and looked into his revolting blue eyes. 

	Swallowing her bile, she mustered her best sultry voice and 
purred "Tonight, lover, let's meet in my room. I've got something I need 
you to help me with. Say about nine-thirty?" 

	"Really?" Blake chortled, unable to contain his surprise and 
lust. "Allright! Hear that, boys? Nine thirty tonight, I'm gonna do me a 
theater babe!" Amidst the throaty cheering of the lecherous gang, 
Kathleen made her escape, running to her room and locking the door. 
The trap was set and Blake appeared to have taken the bait - now it was 
time for final preparations. She donned her costume for the evening 
and threw a robe over it. The camera was in its proper location, the tack 
box was unlocked, and everything was ready when the knock came at 
her door. 

	Kathleen opened it to find Blake, a smirk on his face and a 
tattered daisy in his hand. "I got this for you outside the dorm. I 
thought it'd be romantic." The gesture nearly melted Kathleen's resolve. 
Could she be making a mistake with her cruel plan for Blake's 
humiliation? The thought was barely formed when Blake's arms were 
around her and he forced his lips onto hers, pushing her back towards 
the bed. 

	Kathleen snapped back to reality, twisting out of his grasp. 
"Hold on there, stallion. I really need to take a shower, first. And there 
really is something I need your help with, too. We'll have plenty of 
time, don't worry." Kathleen gave him a quick peck and pushed him 
down onto the bed. "I'll just be a minute, lover." Kathleen left the dazed 
Blake on the bed and went into the bathroom, closing the door and 
quietly locking it behind her. She started the water to make it seem as 
though she was showering but remained near the door, shouting back 
to Blake. "I know this has been a long time coming, but I could tell we 
had something going on from the first time I met you, you know what I 
mean?" 

	"Yeah, I knew you had the hots for me. All you bitches do. 
What took you so long to get around to fuckin me?" 

	Kathleen's stomach turned at the very thought, but she kept 
her tone sexy. "Oh, I don't know. It always seemed like you were so 
busy with other girls. I don't know how you find time for all those 
dates."

	Blake laughed with a self-assured cockiness. "Dates? I don't 
go on dates! Hell, if I go out, I wanna go with the guys and have some 
fun. When I'm with a woman, I ain't wasting time on no date!"
 
	Kathleen turned the water off, wanting to handle the next part 
of the conversation with great accuracy and delicacy. "Yeah, you seem 
like a guy who knows what he wants and isn't afraid to go for it. I like 
that in a man." 

	"I don't mess around," said Blake, "Women are only good for 
one thing anyway, so I get right to it." 

	"That's what I mean - that's such a turn on," Kathleen lied, "I 
mean, even if a girl puts up a little fight
you know what she really wants, don't you?"  

	"Oh, yeah, they all want what I got." Blake was nearly 
bragging now. "I kinda like a little fight from my women. It's great 
when they start out saying' no, no, no then they end up screamin for me 
not to stop." 

	"Really!" Kathleen gushed from the other side of the door, 
"What do you do when they say no that makes them change their mind? 
Do you get real strong and physical like a real man should?" 

	"Hell yeah, I'm all man!" Blake chortled. "I grab 'em and throw 
'em down - hell, I'll slap 'em around a little if that's what they need. 
Then I do 'em and I do 'em good and hard." 

	Kathleen turned up the passion in her voice a notch "Oooh, 
you're making me hot - you're like a big caveman or something. Is that 
the way it was with that Sarah girl?" 

	"Who?" Blake asked. Kathleen kicked herself mentally - she 
should have known that someone like Blake wouldn't bother to 
remember the names of any of the women he'd abused. 

	"That blond girl who lives down the hall," explained the co-ed 
from the bathroom. "Didn't I see you in her room a couple weeks ago?" 

	The light came on in Blake's head. "Oh, yeah, Blondie. She 
was a real nut case. Came on all nice and sweet, then started acting 
smart ass when I went to put the moves on her, like she was too good 
for me or somethin'. Smacked her a couple times and she started to 
quiet down, but she wouldn't quit squirmin' around when I tried to get 
my dick in her, so I hadda tie her up and do her in the ass." 

	Kathleen felt the bile rise in her throat like a runaway 
volcano. Sarah hadn't shared all the details of her rape, and the obscene 
image of the bastard in the other room violating her friend in such a 
vile manner made her blood fairly boil. She decided to push a little 
further. "Oooh, wow, like bondage or something. That is sooo sexy! Is 
she the first one you had to tie up?" 

	"Nah, I tie bitches up all the time. Back home, the guys on the 
team used to call me 'Ropeman'. I'd get some chick alone and horny, 
then I'd tie her up and let the whole team do her." Blake's tone shifted 
from boastful to irritated. "Hey, you about done in there? I wanna get it 
on!" 

	Kathleen took a deep breath - it was showtime. "Allright, 
lover, here I come!" She opened the door and Blake's breath caught in 
his throat. She was wearing a shiny white Lycra leotard that clung to 
her body, showing off every curve of her breasts and each individual 
muscle of her slender torso. Matching white stirrup tights stretched the 
length of her beautiful legs, the strap under her bare feet holding them 
taut. A wide soft black cloth belt completed the outfit. She was 
devastating, and even Blake paused a moment to stare in awe at the 
magnificent body he knew he would soon enjoy. Kathleen took 
advantage of the brief silence to take control of the scene. "Now, you 
know you got me real hot and bothered, and I wanna try all those rope 
tricks you do so well, but remember when I asked you up here? I said 
there was something I needed you to help me with?"

	"Uh, yeah, right." Blake was barely able to speak. Kathleen 
noticed his eyes were glazing over, and she could swear he was almost 
drooling. 

	She had to move quickly. "Well, the sooner we do that little 
thing, the sooner we can start the fun, OK lover?" 

	Blake perked up a little. "Shit, yeah! I help you with whatever, 
then I'm gonna help myself to that tight little ass you got there. 
Whattaya need me to do?" 

	Kathleen relaxed a bit, and her tone changed from sexy to 
playful. "Great! I just need you to help me work on this scene I'm doing 
for a theater class. My scene partner is gone this weekend and I need to 
work on the physical aspects. Here's your script." She handed Blake 
several pages of typewritten script. "You're Br'er Fox - I highlighted 
your lines there - and I play Br'er Rabbit. The deal is that Br'er Fox is 
trying to trick Br'er Rabbit into going along with him to a party, only 
he really just wants to get Br'er Rabbit alone so he can eat her."  

	Blake laughed. "Yeah, I know the feeling - I wanna eat you 
right now." 

	Kathleen clucked her tongue at him. "Hold on, you big stud. 
First things first - I need to work on this scene. Let's start from here." 
She pointed at the first line and perched on the desk across from Blake. 
"But Br'er Fox," she whined in character, "I's too sickly to go to Miss 
Mousie's party. I surely couldn't walk all that way." 

	Blake attempted to sound like a fox. "Oh, but Br'er Rabbit, 
you must go," he growled, "If'n you're too poorly to walk, I's be glad to 
carry you there." 

	Kathleen smiled as she went on. "But if'n you carry me in 
your arms, you might drop me. You gots ta carry me on your back." 

	"Allright," said Blake, turning to page two of the script, "I's 
carry you on my back." 

	"But Br'er Fox," Kathleen went on, "If you's carry me on your 
back I's might fall off. 'Lessn of course you were to wear a saddle and 
bridle, sos I kin hang on." 

	Blake read on. "Allright Br'er Rabbit, I's go fin' a saddle and 
bridle so you's kin hang on." 

	"Now, Br'er Fox," the shapely co-ed scolded, "don' yous go 
thinkin jus' any ole bridle will do. It's gotta be a blin' bridle, so you's 
don' shy at every bird and stick along the road and throw me off." 

	"Thas' fine, Br'er Rabbit," read the football star, "I's find a 
blin' bridle. Is that all you's need?" 

	Kathleen nodded "Thas' all, Br'er Fox. Yous wear a saddle 
and blin' bridle, and I's ride on yo' back to Miss Mousie's party."

	Blake looked up from his script, a quizzical look on his face. 
"There's no more lines, just a bunch of words and stuff. What am I 
supposed to do?" 

	Kathleen laughed. "Take off your shirt." 

	Blake bounded up and stripped his shirt off. "Great!" he 
chortled, "About time we got to the fun part!" 

	He made a move for Kathleen, but she pointed to his script. 
"Those words and stuff are called stage directions, Blake. They explain 
the action that's supposed to take place. This is the part I needed to 
work on, silly."  

	Blake looked confused and then read the script again. "But it 
says here that I'm supposed to go offstage and come back wearing a 
saddle and bridle. Where are we supposed to find that stuff?" 

	Kathleen's laugh was silvery, "Right here, you big dummy!" 
She opened the tack box and pulled out the items she had placed in 
there earlier. "The props department made these to fit the guy I'm really 
doing the scene with, but I think we can make them fit you. That's why 
I had you take your shirt off. Now, you need to get on all fours - hands 
and knees, like a horse."

	This was the crucial moment in her plan, and Kathleen 
watched Blake's' face intently. She saw it cloud with confusion and 
doubt, and moved quickly to him, placing her arms around his neck, 
rubbing her Lycra-clad body against the skin of his chest and gazing 
romantically into his eyes. "Please, Blake. This will only take a couple 
minutes, then we've got the whole night ahead." Fighting her fear and 
nausea, she gave Blake a quick kiss on the lips. "Okay lover? Now get 
down on your hands and knees, you big fox." 

	Blake wavered for a moment, and Kathleen stepped behind 
him, pushing gently on his shoulders until he relented and assumed an 
all fours position. She was exultant - the trap was about to close 
completely, but she dare not pause or show any of her growing 
excitement. Moving quickly, she placed the saddle on Blake's broad 
back. It was a light leather affair with metal stirrups and a stout girth 
strap that she tightened around the football player's muscular chest 
until he grunted with discomfort. "Damn, does it have to be that tight?" 

	"Oh, stop whining, silly," the co-ed said lightly as she 
grabbed the bridle and knelt in front of him. "Just think of it like your 
safety pads - it has to be tight or one of us might get hurt. Now, open 
your mouth."  The bridle was a stout rig of leather straps, with 
makeshift blinders and a short piece of rubber hose for a bit. Kathleen 
had never tested it on anybody, and it needed a little adjustment to fit 
on Blake's thick skull. But she worked quickly, jamming the hose 
between his jaws and tightening each buckle until the bridle was 
secure. 

	She paused then, because she knew she had Blake exactly 
where she wanted him, and looked at his face with feelings of 
sympathy, triumph, pity, and power all racing through her mind at 
once. She leaned forward and kissed his cheek between the straps of 
the bridle. "Thanks for helping me with this, Blake. I need to practice 
riding for a while, so I can get it right. Maybe fifteen or twenty 
minutes, O.K.? Then we can move on to other things..." The eyes of the 
football player still glowed with dumb lust and self-importance. 
Kathleen remembered how he had hurt Sarah, picturing that same look 
in his eyes as he bound and raped her gentle friend. Now was the time 
for the bastard to pay. 

	She gazed down for a moment, savoring the sight of this 
egotistical sex maniac reduced to her willing pony, waiting on all fours 
with saddle and bridle in place. Then she swung one shimmering 
Lycra-clad leg over his back and settled her weight into the saddle, 
feeling his muscles contract to carry her lithesome form. The 
excitement was stirring within her as she reached down and placed 
each bare foot into its stirrup, shifting her seat on his back to adjust for 
the new leg position. She reached forward and collected the reins 
attached to the rubber bit in his mouth, gripping the saddle tightly with 
her knees as she sat up and took a deep breath.

	"Giddyap, Br'er Fox!" she called lightly, maintaining the 
charade she had begun. "Let's go to Miss Mousie's party!" Her legs 
swung with the short arc of the stirrup straps as she kicked her bare 
heels lightly against Blake's sides. "Giddyap, I said." Blake began to 
crawl, carrying the theater major around the room. Kathleen nearly 
giggled with the excitement and pleasure, feeling his hips and muscular 
back rolling and rubbing between her legs and beneath her as she rode 
him past her desk and reined him to the left in a wide circle.  

	She hadn't had the pleasure of riding a human pony since that 
incident at the stables all those years ago, but the thrill and erotic 
power she was feeling now was very similar to what she had felt when 
her riding instructor had brought their tormentor to heel and invited 
them all to ride him around the arena. She remembered that she had 
been one of the first to ride the young man and did so rather gingerly, 
but later had watched some of the other girls treat their human steed 
quite harshly with crop and spurs, wishing she had been so bold as 
well.

	The dominant heat in her loins could not be denied, and she 
kicked Blake in the sides again as they started their second circuit of 
the room. "Faster, Br'er Fox, faster!"  The reins she had attached to 
Blake's bridle were a few feet longer than necessary, and she slapped 
the ends against his rump with a sharp snap. Blake increased his speed 
with a muttered "Ow." 

	'You ain't seen nothing yet, asshole.' thought Kathleen, and 
kicked him again, a little harder. Her crotch was bouncing and rubbing 
against the leather of the saddle, and she leaned forward a bit to 
increase the sensation, squeezing his torso between her muscular thighs 
and seeing tiny beads of sweat break out on the football player's neck 
and back. "C'mon, Blake, faster! My regular scene partner goes lots 
faster than this, Giddyap!" The taunt was accompanied by another slap 
from the reins, and Blake struggled to increase his speed. 

	Lap after lap, the tiny theater major rode her human steed 
around the room, her bare heels never letting him slow his pace much. 
After twenty minutes, Blake was breathing pretty hard, and Kathleen 
let him lapse into a slow walk. Panting, Blake managed to gasp out a 
few words. "Are...we....about....done?" 

	The young woman astride his back smiled. "Just a little further, 
Br'er Fox. Miss Mousie's is just over the next hill." As she continued 
to ride Blake around the room, she reached into the small of her back and 
extracted the final element of her plan - a pair of shining steel spurs - 
from their hiding place within the wide cloth belt she had worn for the 
occasion.

	She had chosen her spurs very carefully. They were an old 
pair of English style spurs from her adolescence, small enough to fit 
securely now on her bare feet. The rowels were small, but rather sharp, 
as they needed to be for what she was about to do to the beast between 
her legs - the same beast that had abused her friend Sarah and 
countless other innocent victims over the years. She had added one 
detail to these spurs, replacing the original leather straps and buckles 
with nylon straps that wrapped neatly around her feet and fastened with 
Velcro. She lifted one foot from its stirrup, balancing carefully as she 
continued to ride Blake around the room. The spur slipped on easily, 
and she was able to tighten the Velcro closure securely with one hand, 
as she had planned. She straightened for a moment, then leaned to the 
other side, slipping the other spur on and cinching it snugly into place 
on her bare heel. 

	Blake lifted his head at the unusual motion. "What are you 
doing? Are we done?" he mouthed around the rubber bit between his 
teeth. 

	"Just fixing my tights," his young rider lied. "Now, we gotta 
get over that last hill. Giddyap!"

	She slapped the reins against his rump, but was careful not to 
use the spurs yet. She wanted to make sure she and her 'horse' were in 
the right position in the room, and she was also enjoying the delicious 
excitement of the last few moments before she sprung the trap on 
Blake. She whipped him with the reins again, making him crawl faster 
around the room a few more times. Then she rode him over by the door, 
reining him firmly to the left until he was facing the bookshelves, then 
tugged on both reins. "Whoa, Br'er Fox. We're here at Miss Mousie's." 

	Blake heaved a sigh of relief beneath her. "Damn, it's about 
time. I'm almost too worn out for fuckin, now." The muffled words 
from her pony's bitted mouth made Kathleen smile. After all this, he 
still thought he was here to have sex with her. What a cretin! 

	Time to bust his balloon, in a big way. "Good job, Blake." 
She patted his side but made no move to dismount. "I'm really getting 
the hang of this. Let's run through it a couple more times, okay? 
Giddyap!" She slapped the reins against his hip, but Blake rebelled. 
"No, way! Get offa me, bitch!"

	Well! thought Kathleen, call me a bitch, and that's exactly 
what you get. Gripping the saddle tightly with one hand, she clenched 
the reins in the other and summoned her most commanding voice. "You 
clueless prick, I said GIDDYAP!" Then she kicked her spurs sharply 
into Blake's bare torso. The sharp rowels bit into his naked flesh and 
Blake's head snapped up in surprise and pain. Kathleen swung her 
heels out quickly and drove the spurs hard into his sides again, and the 
man between her legs reared up to unseat her.

	"Ow! Goddamn it! What the fummMMMMPH!" He had risen to his knees 
when he felt the bite of the spurs, but his protest was cut off as 
Kathleen yanked the bit deep in his mouth. He froze in place. He 
had expected to throw the young woman off his back and give her the 
beating of her life, but the tiny co-ed clung tenaciously to her perch in 
the saddle, one arm tightly wrapped around his throat, choking his very 
breath. More importantly, the sharp rowels of her spurs were digging 
into his thighs, less than two inches from his balls. 

	The evil whisper in his ear explained his dilemma. "That's a 
good boy, Blake. No sudden moves. I know you could knock me off 
and beat the shit outta me, but not before these spurs do a lot of 
damage to your most precious assets." She twisted her ankles to accent 
her point, and the football player grunted with fear and pain. "Now, if 
you don't want to sound like a girl the rest of your life, I suggest you be 
a good boy and go back on your hands and knees. I have something to 
show you." 

	Blake dropped to all fours, but Kathleen stayed close to his 
back, her spurs dug deep in his groin. "Look over there." She pulled his 
head up with the reins, her face close to his. "Over on the bookcase, to 
the left. See the camera?" The beast beneath her made a noise. The co-
ed relaxed the pressure on the reins a little. "Grunting is not good 
enough. I need to make sure you fully understand what I'm about to say 
to you. Nod if you see the red light on the camera." After a moment, 
Blake nodded. "Good," said Kathleen, "Now, do you understand that 
camera has been on for the last hour, recording everything in this 
room?" Blake nodded again. "And do you understand what would 
happen to you if that tape went to the police, with you talking about 
your little rope 'em and rape 'em games?" 

	Blake nodded, but Kathleen felt him tense up, as if to make a 
move. "Ah, ah, ah....." she warned him, digging her spurs harder into 
his crotch. "No funny moves. The camera is here, but it's recording on a 
machine in another room, so you can't get to the tape. And if the police 
don't scare you, rest assured that I will also send that tape to every 
television station and every scouting office in every city that has a 
professional football team. You're not stupid, Blake. Think about it. 
What team wants to risk drafting a rookie with that kind of scandal in 
his past? You'll not only never play professionally, you'd be lucky if 
the parents in Podunk U.S.A. would even let you coach their Pee-Wee 
team. You'd be finished. Do you understand?"

	It took a long moment, then Kathleen felt the man she was 
sitting on sag, all the fight leaving him with a sigh as he deliberately 
nodded his answer to her question. She waited a few seconds, then 
relaxed the pressure on the spurs a fraction. "Now, Blake, nobody has 
seen that tape yet, and nobody has to. Would you like to know how 
you can keep this all a secret and get on with your life?"

	The football player beneath her nodded vigorously, the 
buckles on his bridled head jingling with the motion. "Now, don't 
answer too fast, Blake. This is not an easy out. It will require you to 
make a decision and a commitment right here and now and never ever 
change your mind or forsake that commitment. Do you think you can 
keep that kind of promise?" A slightly less vigorous nod from her pony, 
and the lithe co-ed continued. "Good. Now here's what you have to 
promise."

	"From this moment on, you will obey every command I give 
you with out hesitation. You will do what I say without question, no 
matter what it is I want you to do. Now, neigh like a pony if you 
understand." 

	Blake paused only a moment, but it was a moment too long. 
Kathleen's spurs jabbed deep into his belly and the reins lashed 
furiously across his shoulders. "Goddamn it -  neigh! NOW!" Blake 
summoned his best pony imitation and let out with a whinny.

	His tormentor relaxed a moment and took her spurs out of his 
gut. "That's better, my little pony. Remember, I said you must obey 
without hesitation. I may ask you to do embarrassing things - in public, 
in front of your friends and teammates, in private, wherever. No matter 
what, you must obey. You are my slave, I can do anything I want with 
you, and you have no choice in the matter. Unless, of course, you want 
me to send out that tape. Do you understand?"

	Another quick whinny from the man she was riding. "Good. I 
won't get too carried away - most of the time. Now, your other promise 
is that starting now, you will treat all women like the precious creatures 
they are. You will not speak to a woman unless she speaks to you first. 
You will do anything any woman asks of you. You will address women 
with the proper respect and not call them by their first name until they 
give you permission to do so. And you will never, NEVER do anything 
sexually to any woman unless she asks you to and you clear it with me 
first. Do you understand?"

	Another nod and whinny from her steed and Kathleen relaxed 
a little. She settled herself in the saddle and let her spurred heels swing 
down and away from Blake's belly. Looking down, she noticed the 
scratches and small cuts from her rowels dotting Blake's skin. Serves 
him right, she thought, after all the abuse he's heaped on the women of 
the world - he has only just begun to get his punishment!

	"Now, slave," she began, getting into her dominant role, 
"You're mine to do with as I please, and right now riding you like a 
pony pleases me very much. However, I am going to get off your back 
for a moment. You aree not to move a muscle until I tell you to. Do you 
understand?"
	 
	Blake nodded and whinnied his best pony sound, and Kathleen swung 
a leg over his head and dismounted. Walking to the tack box, spurs 
jingling, she pulled out a pair of knee pads and tossed them on the floor 
in front of her well-built steed. "Those are for you. I can't ride you 
very far if your knees are all torn up from the tile floor. You may put 
them on, but don't stand up."

	Blake quickly donned the kneepads and, without being asked, 
resumed his four point stance. Kathleen laughed. "That's excellent, my 
little pony! You're learning by the minute. Now just in case you 
thought I was getting soft on you by giving you those knee pads, take a 
look at what I'm getting out of the tack box for myself." Blake looked 
up at his young rider's hands and gasped around his bit. The lithe co-ed 
was swinging a deadly looking whip from her right hand. Stout flexible 
leather, about two feet long, with a split leather 'popper' on the 
business end, it looked vicious. "The proper name for this style of whip 
is a quirt, pony. Learn that name. I will be asking you from time to time 
to get various whips and things from the tack box, so you'd better know 
which one is which, or you'll risk making me angry. And you don't 
want to do that, do you?" Blake shook his head and Kathleen continued. 
"Then say it out loud, pony. Say quirt."

	"Qwerp" was the best Blake could do around his bit. 
"Qwerrrm."

	A stony silence from the young girl, the only sound in the 
room the jingle of  her spurs as she slowly walked around behind her 
captive. She looked down at Blake's ass behind the saddle, and her 
feelings welled up uncontrollably. This was the beast that had so hurt 
her good friend Sarah, tied her up and fucked her in the ass. This was 
the monster who had done that - or worse - to other innocent victims 
throughout his life. And he had intended to do the same to her! She 
wanted to hurt him bad!

	Her arm was falling before she had really thought about it. 
Crack! The quirt landed across Blake's rump, causing him to yelp and 
lurch forward. "Stand still!" Kathleen ordered, grabbing the reins with 
her left hand and jerking Blake's head back till his thick neck strained. 
Her right hand rose and fell again and again. Crack! Crack! Slashing 
stroke after stroke on her pony's rump, back, neck - anything she could 
reach. She could almost hear all the women that Blake had abused 
urging her on, "More! More!" they cried as the slender co-ed continued 
to flog the helpless jock. Finally she placed one spurred foot on his 
neck, forcing his face to the carpet, and administered twenty final 
blows across his ass and thighs, making sure she struck his ball sack 
once or twice for good measure.

	As she whipped him, her fire grew and grew till she could 
stand it no more. Standing astride his prostrate whimpering form, she 
hauled him to an all fours position with a brutal pull on the reins. She 
dropped her weight on him as hard as she could, grinding her pussy 
into the saddle and jabbing her spurs into his sides. Blake tried to 
answer the call of the spurs by moving out, but she jerked the reins 
again, lashing his head with the quirt to make him hold still. "Just hold 
still, you bastard. I'm gonna use you for my pleasure now. Arch your 
back! Arch it NOW!" Her bare feet drove the sharp spurs deep into his 
belly, and he strained to lift his back as high as he could. "Ahh, that's 
right. Now drop it down!"  Blake let his spine sink into a dip, and the 
girl rocked excitedly back and forth in the saddle. "Yess! Now up!" The 
spurs in his gut commanded another arch, and Kathleen clenched his 
torso tightly, cracking the quirt against his left hip, then the right. 
She spurred and whipped him repeatedly, never letting him move, but 
making him rock her up and down over and over until a shattering 
orgasm swept over her in waves, leaving her trembling on his back, 
spurs buried in his stomach. 

	She recovered quickly, and sat upright in the saddle, but there 
would be no rest for Blake. "Now, giddyap!" She dug the spurs into his 
sides and rode him to the door. Leaning forward, she opened it and 
Blake's heart leaped in panic. She was going to ride him in the dorm, 
where other people could see? With the saddle and spurs and 
everything?

	The girl seemed to know his thoughts. "Remember, asshole. 
You obey without hesitation, or that tape is gonna ruin your life. I 
won't do this kind of  riding in public very often, but I will ride you 
lots of other ways, almost everywhere on campus. People will think 
you're a nice guy, giving your girlfriend a piggy back ride to class, but 
they won't see the spurs I'll have hiding under my sweatpants. But for 
right now, I wanna see how well you gallop, and my room's too small. 
So, giddyap!" With two strokes from the quirt, the young theater major 
rode her man-stallion into the hallway and spurred him into a gallop. It 
was the beginning of their first long ride, and the beginning of a whole 
new way of life for Blake.