This is a fantasy story. It has no basis in reality. Even the names of the
characters are made up and have no relevance to anyone. It is for adult
readers only, of legal age, and deals with domination and submission of a
non consenting type. So don't read it if you are offended by this subject
matter or not an adult of legal age.




                           "'Tis the Season"


                  The finale to "Omens" and "Cornucopia"


                               by Musker



                                (part 9)


                   "And what do you want for Xmas?"


Judith was sitting back in her chair. She was staring at her computer
screen in her office. The office that was above ground and part of the
fashionable boutique. She was watching her many e-mail messages being
downloaded. Or so it looked that way.

She had a cup of coffee in her hands and brought it to her lips for a sip.
The fine aromatic brew caught her awareness before that first luscious
taste. She needed that coffee about now. That two martini lunch was
catching up to her, and she thought that a cup of java would curtail some
of it's effects. But too much alcohol wasn't the only thing that stayed
with her after dining out with Sir Winfred. So did their conversation.

She put her cup down and typed in some characters. A new window popped up,
asking for a password. She typed in something short and pushed enter. In a
flash, a video was playing. A real time video of what was going on in the
training room. Sheila and the two pony girls were there, but Sir Winfred
was sadly missing.

'That's odd' she thought. Then she remembered him saying that he was going
to stop off at her workshop. He wanted to see if the training sulky was
ready for him. And obviously it wasn't.

Judith took another sip of her most welcomed coffee, while she watched her
assistant at work. She smiled to herself when she thought of Sheila as her
assistant. Based on Sheila's exhibition of those two pony girls prior to
their lunch, she could hardly call Sheila her assistant anymore. Something
that Sir Winfred heartily agreed with, during their meal in that quaint
little restaurant that they had gone to.

Sir Winfred was one who didn't mince words, when he had something important
on his mind. And as soon as he had his first satisfying taste of that
fifty year old scotch, he went right to the subject at hand.

"She's got it." was all that he said, in a voice that was as bold and
assertive, as the look on his face.

Judith watched Sheila, as she finished up on Heidi, and then went on to
strapping up Katie. She was using the leather harnesses that Sir Winfred
brought to her earlier. It wasn't anything special. That was saved for
tomorrow. It was just the standard body harness rig, to keep a girl's
lower arms folded on top of one another, wrist to elbow, behind her back
in what looked like a "U" shape. Then there were several more torso straps
added to it, in order to keep the girl's arms pinned like that most
decisively.

When Sir Winfred explained to her what "having it" really meant, she found
herself chuckling out loud. Of course Sheila had that! Anyone who was into
the genera had to "love" it, or else they wouldn't be in it for heaven
sakes. It was an "either" "or" situation. One either loved it, or hated
the lifestyle. Or so that's what she thought. That's when Sir Winfred
explained to her what he really meant by the word "love".

Judith worked with the mouse to zoom in on Sheila's image. She wanted to
see if she could possibly detect it in her face, as she was busy fitting
the body harness to Katie, like an experienced tailor who loved his work.

"That's it!" she said to herself. It wasn't just in her face, which had
that little pixie grin, that always seemed to be there. It was in her
entire body. The way she moved with an eager joy. The spryness in her
step. The energetic and broad sweeping motions in her arms and hands, and
the varied, animated, facial expressions gleaming from her, as if she were
an actress on a stage. Except for Sheila, it was never an act. Which was
another characteristic that showed how much she loved her work. She was
always honest and trusting, with herself and others. Which, as Sir Winfred
put it, was the literal foundation of being in a deep romantic love with
someone, or something.

She clicked the screen back into normal view, as she sat back in her chair.
With her coffee in hand, she continued to watch, as Sheila fitted Katie with
the bridal. Judith was fascinated with how gentle Sheila was, in placing
the myriad of straps over the girl's covered head. Then how focused and
determined she was, in buckling one strap after another, never moving to
the next, before the first one was seated firmly in place. When it was time
to place a thin rubber covered metal bit into the girl's mouth, she did so
with the professionalism of a highly skilled oral surgeon. So meticulous
was Sheila with strapping it into the correct position, that she saw Katie
roll her eyes from Sheila's constant fidgeting, to get it right. Something
that made Judith smile with fond memories of herself way back when.

Judith saw a lot of herself in Sheila, which caused her to feel all the
more uneasy, when she remembered what Sir Winfred wanted to do. He was
right though, about his idea benefitting her, as well him, and of course
Sheila too.

He was definitely right about the love observation, that's for sure. What
Sheila had was no where near being the superficial, sexual, infatuation of
two gooey eyed love sick teenagers. Sheila had that deep understanding,
and intense dedication to the art form that Sir Winfred, The Count and even
she had within them. She was truly in love with what she was doing. And as
Sir Winfred once said, that is something very rare and hard to find in
today's world, even between two people.

That is why his suggestion made it very difficult for Judith. How could
she bare to loose someone as special as Sheila? She already had plans for
her. To promote her and give her much more power and responsibility in the
operations of her underground complex.

But, Sir Winfred's idea was far better for all parties concerned, not to
mention being very lucrative for herself. It would also be a tremendous
learning experience for Sheila as well, going to England, and being
apprenticed to Sir Winfred. Not that she was in dire need of training
to begin with. Not after what they saw prior to lunch, and what she saw
now, as she watched Sheila begin to train the two pony girls to prance
correctly.

She turned up the volume on her monitor, in order to hear what she was saying
to them. Right off, Judith could tell how quickly Sheila was developing into
a first class trainer. Her voice had that natural, clear, dynamic tone of
authority, that captured one's attention. Her eye contact was riveting, and
pulled the listener in, even deeper, into her charismatic ways. And her
gestures, and the use of the crop, only added to her controlling,
dominating appeal. Judith could watch and listen to Sheila all day long,
just like some people could with the opera, a play or some spell binding
concert.

But what Sir Winfred offered her, to both of them, one could not find
anywhere else in the world. His fine eye for detail was without equal.
His ability to incorporate the least significant bit, into an over all
awesome concept, was uniquely uncanny. She could not count the number of
little tricks of the trade that he had, that came with years of experience
that would soon be at Sheila's fingertips. And in thinking of this, Judith
began to envy Sheila. She knew what Sir Winfred was capable of, with
regards to the depth and breadth of his knowledge and expertise. She too
was shockingly shown the true wealth of creativity that laid silently
within this old man, just the other night. And to be the recipient of all
this learned wealth, would be like a lost relative coming into an unknown
inheritance of colossal proportions, was something that was beginning to
bring out the little green-eyed monster within Judith.

Yes, Judith did envy her former assistant's opportunity to study under the
great Master of the dark art. It was nothing less than a chance of a
lifetime. And one she knew that Sheila would make the most of too, just
like she would of had.

But after some deep soul searching, Judith was glad that Sheila was the
one who was going. Even though Sheila and herself had many things in
common, they were still quite different. Just like Madame Rouso was
different from her.

Madame Rouso had always been into things on a massive and powerful scale.
A true empire builder who used the entire world as her stage. Judith was
also into building her own empire. Only she felt more comfortable on a
much smaller canvas. She too wanted to feel the emotional high from being
in control and dominating others, like her mentor Madame Rouso did. She
just preferred doing it on a more personal and intimate level, that's all.
Sheila, as best as she could discern, wanted it too, but on an even more
limited scope. Her forte was based solely on being a gifted artist, not as
a business woman. Which seemed to be the key point that separated, and
uniquely identified the three of them. Madame Rouso was all business,
while Sheila was all art. And Judith, she was somewhere half way in-between
the two of them.

That was why Sir Winfred's idea was such a good one. He would teach Sheila
all his hidden secrets, while Judith would provide the raw material, to
which Sheila would hone her developing expertise on. The finished product
would then be shipped back to her, where she would auction it off, on her
underground market. It was a win-win situation for all concerned. It might
even work out to the point where she could finally buy out her partner,
Madame Rouso, from her business. Then, the entire above and below ground
organization would be hers. Her first step into building her very own
empire could finally be realized.

Then once Sheila became an accomplished expert in the field, the two of
them could talk about the future. A future cultivated by Judith, with
Sheila being the head of another one of her kinky underground departments.
Her empire would grow from there. Not too large, just enough for her name
to be tallied about on the lips of the upper crust, along with her mentor.

Judith noticed that Sir Winfred had enter the room, and right behind him
was the pony cart. She moved in closer to her monitor, so she could take a
better look at it. It wasn't much to look at, and quite simple at that. A
mere "T" shaped bar connected to a small, four wheeled cart, with a chair
fastened to the center of it. But what it lacked in physical beauty, it
made up for in durability. It was solid, and it would function just like
the sleigh that the pony girls were to be hooked up to tomorrow night.

Judith took another sip, while she observed Sir Winfred and Sheila. He was
showing her how to attach the two pony girls to the "T" bar. Her eyebrows
rose in casual surprise, at how well the old Englishman and his young
female apprentice were able to work together.

Then Judith's computer signaled her that all of her e-mail was downloaded.
That's when she placed her cup of coffee down, and off to the side, and
then began typing away. She minimized the real time video to the lower
right hand corner on her big screen, so that she could keep a watchful eye
on what was happening, while she answered her mail. She also turned the
volume down to a very low level, so that their conversation would not disturb
her. After that, she started with her first letter.

And that's how it went for the rest of the day, and a good part of the
evening. Judith would answer a few e-mails, preform a few tasks in the
boutique, and then take a break, to see what was transpiring with her
future partners.

Again, everything seemed to be playing out perfectly. The pony girls were
apt students, in becoming first class domesticated beasts of burden, and
show ponies. Sheila was taking to training pony girls, as a fish did to
water. And Sir Winfred was monitoring the entire process, occasionally
offering a comment here and a recommendation there, as he sat at the table
sipping his wonderful tea. That same tea to which Judith could see him put
in an occasional shot or two of his toasting whisky from time to time.

It was fairly late in the evening when Judith decided to call it quits.
Tomorrow was a very big day and she wanted to get an early start on it. So
the plan was that she would have a late dinner with Sir Winfred, and then
turn in for a good night's sleep. She shut down her computer, and took a
casual walk to the training room below. As she entered the room, it looked
to her that she was not the only one in need of a good night's rest.

The first thing that she saw was Sir Winfred sitting at the table. His head
was drooping down upon his chest, and he was fast asleep. He looked kind of
cute like that. His wire rimed glasses were low on his nose. His hands
were resting in his lap, with a piece of paper barely being held on to by
one of them. And when he took a deep breath, his whole upper body and head
would move up and down, like a child's animated toy. Judith couldn't help
but draw an analogy to a cuddly worn out old teddy bear, as she watched him
softly snore away. And when Judith turned her head in the other direction,
she could see Sheila putting the pony girls through their paces.

Sheila was sitting stoically in the chair. Her posture was as rigid and
formal as the armless straight back wooden chair itself. She held the
reins in both hands, with her arms bent at the elbows, and her upper arms
out in front of her. She was looking very professional, in her role as both
trainer and future sleigh driver.

As the trio began to make a turn, Judith could see Sheila pulling gently
on one side of the control reins. She was pleasantly surprised in how well,
and how quickly Sheila had taught the two girls to respond to the reins. And
the longer that she watched the prancing pair, the more excited she became
at how well they imitated the movements of a couple of well trained show
ponies to a "T".

The greatest thing that stood out for the amazed Judith, was how the two
pony girls were in perfect sync with one another. Each raising and lowering
the exact corresponding leg, in their parading movements, as if there was a
psychic connection between them. It was so precise, that when she heard
their high heeled shoes hit the wooden floor, it sounded like it was really
only one shoe doing so. Their execution of the prancing movement was
beautiful to watch. Two legs coming up, until their upper thighs were
absolutely horizontal, and their lower legs straight at exactly ninety
degrees to their upper ones.

They did not move very fast, but that wasn't the idea. Their purpose was
to move with grace and pride, both of which was echoed tremendously with
their steady, held fast, upper body carriage. Spines straight, shoulders
back, chests thrust forward and their heads held up high. Judith could
not get over the transformation in the two girls. Just days ago, they were
a couple of sloppily dressed, mischievous young women, lacking in manners,
with no respect for others. Today, they were a pair of highly structured,
well controlled, and very obedient young ladies, who showed immense pride
in preforming as well trained pony girls.

As the trio came close, Judith could feel her heart pounding in her chest.
It was the same feeling that she had when she was a little girl, standing
on the curb of the street, watching and listening to a marching band, as
they paraded on by. Her eyes went big and bright, when she pictured the
trained pair, in their pony girl outfits, in her minds eye.

They were going to be fantastic! Madame Rouso was going to love them to no
end. And as the high stepping pair passed her by, she could hear Sheila
talking to them in a pleasing metronome kind of voice, to keep them in
sync. She was building them up emotionally, feeding their souls with
praise and confidence, as they stayed true to form, with eyes looking
straight ahead, and their bodies full of shapely pride.

She made eye contact with Sheila, in the short time that they had, before
she too passed her by. She winked at her, and Sheila winked back, after
forming a very wide happy smile, that seemed to match the sun in brightness.
As the trio continued to travel in their figure eight pattern, Judith noticed
how adorable the rear ends of the two pony girls were, as they moved from
side to side. A nice little touch, that she knew had to come from the
maestro of pony girl training himself. That little trick was going to look
just wonderful, when their tails were added tomorrow.

Judith took a look at her watch. If she was going to be loyal to her plan,
she had to get going. So she walked over to the slumbering virtuoso, and
nudged his arm a little, to wake him up.

It didn't take much, before the grey haired sleeping beauty was regaining
consciousness. He had a look about him that made one think that he was
surprised to have fallen asleep. Then he made the childish excuse of only
resting his eyes for a second or two, as if to admit the truth of his tired
old age might be an embarrassment to him.

Judith leaned in close to him and whispered into his ear. She told him how
delighted she was with the outcome of the prancing pony girls. When she
saw him rocking in his chair, with a smile on his face, echoing how
delighted he was in hearing that, she then suggested her plan to him. To
take him to dinner, and then get a good night's rest for tomorrow.

Sir Winfred took only a minute to agree with her. Then he began rubbing
the sand out of his eyes, as he tried to come to full alert. Something that
was a bit hard for him, because of his age, and the few shots of whisky
that he was still trying to shake off.

Judith walked over to the middle of the room, to where she would meet
Sheila. She wanted to inform her of their plans, and for her to call it an
early night as well.

Judith could see Sheila looking to where she was standing, and then
surmising from it that Judith wanted to talk with her. She then watched
Sheila gently guide the pony girls, by their control reins, over to where
she was.

When the trio was about there, Judith could see Sheila gingerly pulling
back on the reins, to bring the pony girls to a slow, controlled stop. Sir
Winfred no doubt had told her not to make any abrupt stops, or starts for
that matter, because of the mass and momentum of the sleigh, which the cart
duplicated quite well. For doing so might cause an accident, or serious
damage to the pony girls in the process.

Again, Judith was happily excited to see how well the two girls handled,
being brought up on the reins to a stop. When their heads were suddenly
tilted back, from the initial pull, there was an immediate reaction in them
to fight back. But the battle was not one of rebellion and anger, to being
controlled like an animal at the end of a leash. The fight was against the
natural force of the cart to move forward. Their entire bodies seemed to be
involved in getting that cart to slow down and stop. And the amazing part
of it was in how controlled and in sync the girls were, even in this part
of their training.

Their formalized high stepping legs quickly dampened down into a powerful,
resilient, almost dragging force, that was extensively concentrated in their
lower torso, and straining shapely legs. There was even some ineffective
jerkiness in their chests and heads, that echoed this focused determined
resistance to being pushed forward. But that seemed to make their overall
effort as pony girls all the more glorious to watch.

The cart did come to a stop though, and as Judith surmised, it stopped
right where Sheila wanted it to. With the cart right next to her, so both
of them could converse easily.

After congratulating Sheila over such excellent results, Judith took a
quick look to the front, where the pony girls where. She was astonished to
see them standing there, in pony girl stance, with their bodies holding still
and their heads held high and proud. Judith just shook her head in awe. It
appeared that the near, and distant future, was looking very rosy indeed.
Then she turned her attention back to Sheila, and told her what her immediate
plans were. She also suggested that she, and the pony girls, do the same
thing, considering how long they had stayed up last night, and the intensity
of their workout today.

Sheila agreed, and told her that after a few more minutes, that she would
clean and feed the pony girls, and then put to them to bed.

When Sheila mentioned bed, Judith had an idea. She told Sheila that
because of the great results, all three of them deserved a reward. She told
Sheila that she was free to use the executive spa, with all it's amenities,
including the professional masseuse named Fritz, and the two pony girls
could be put into "the case" for the night.

After receiving a most gracious thank you in return, Judith turned and
went to collect Sir Winfred. She thought that "the case" would be a most
effective way of rewarding the two girls for doing such an outstanding job
in their training.

As she approached Sir Winfred, who was having some difficulty putting on
his coat, she had to giggle to herself, when she thought of "the case"
again.

The case was invented by her and some of her staff for the work units, in
response to some work units falling into a state of unhappiness. She knew
that the life of a work unit could be depressing at times, so she and her
staff created something that would put a little bit of a smile on their
tired, submissive faces.

It was nothing more than a cross between a water bed and a Jacuzzi. The
work unit would lie down in this rectangular box shaped bed, and as she
did, her body would sink almost all of the way into the water supporting,
latex-like fabric. A special black mask, without eye holes, would then be
placed over her entire face. It was very supple and soft, and had a very
cool soothing effect on the skin. The only minor discomfort was the
breathing tube, that they had to keep in their mouths, while they were
wearing it.

Once that was done and the work unit was lying still, with her arms and
legs separated from her body, in a comfortable position. The lid of the box
was then brought down over her, and latched into place. That's why it was
called "the case", because from the outside it looked like one of those
hard, impenetrable, industrial, aluminum transporting cases.

When the lid came down into place, a thin layer of that same latex like
material came with it. And along with that, water was being pumped into
the upper lid, to give the work unit the serene, secure feeling, of being
back in the womb again. But that was only temporary. When a switch was
thrown, all of the air between the two thin sheets was sucked out, and the
work unit was vacuum packed within it, like a piece of processed meat.
Thus the reason for the breathing tube.

Any desire to escape, on the part of the work unit, was soon put to rest,
once the girl found out how difficult it was to simply move about. But the
terror of being placed in complete darkness, unable to move or talk, with
the only life line to the outside world being a small breathing tube, was
soon washed away, when a series of computer controlled water jets were
turned on.

What those jets did to the human body was nothing more than orgasmic,
literally! Not only did they relax the body, and give their sore muscles that
deep soothing massage that they were in dire need of, but they could also
bring the most frigid, non-orgasmic woman, to the absolute best, mind
boggling, body shaking orgasm on the face of the earth. More than once!
Or, if a malfunction should happen, like one did during the prototype stage,
put that same woman on the razor's edge of obtaining that most satisfying
feeling of ecstasy, for time ever lasting.

Again, it was built solely for the pleasure of the work units, but Judith
did have a special project on the drawing board. A project to specifically
use that same device for something that had a bit more sadistic evil in
it's sexual satisfying repertoire.

As Judith helped Sir Winfred on with his coat, and then his hat, she could
see Sheila making that final turn at the far side of the room. 'Pity' she
thought to herself, as she contemplated how much fun the three of them
could have with those two pony girls, when they were sealed inside of "the
case" later. The prototype one, with all of those delicious special features,
that was almost completely installed.

Then she felt Sir Winfred take a hold of her arm, as he steadied himself on
his own two legs, and sturdy umbrella. She smiled, and then help guide the
old Englishman to the door, and then out to dinner. She knew that once she
got some good warm food in his jolly old belly, that he would be as right as
rain. After a nice quiet meal, she would escort him back to his hotel, and
then the two could go their own ways, and to bed. The night would soon be
over with, and the next day would bring with it something entirely new. The
least of which would be the complete transformation of those two young
women, into Sir Winfred's idea of the perfect pony girls. Now there was
something that she could not wait to see.


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Part 10 coming soon.

It's D-day! And Sir Winfred's concept pony girl's come to life!

Stay tuned!