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with every other pony girl in the stable. We share your successes and will be rewarded with you and equally, we share your failures and will have to accept group punishments if you disappoint in your duties. Having an egg means you're destined to wear the black collar and you will have everyone in the stable behind you in order to accomplish the feat.'
    'Why would someone want me to wear the black?'
    'Several reasons. You'll be worth a fortune if they sell you and you'll be expertly trained and disciplined as a sex slave. Either that or someone wants to see you suffer. You've not offended anyone recently, have you?'
    The list of people Jenny had annoyed was probably long and endless, but she didn't think she'd offended anyone badly enough to have them kidnap and enslave her. 'I don't think so,' she whispered, but the answer fell upon deaf ears. The soft sounds of snoring could be heard from Beauty's lips and her limp form was not conducive to idle chatter.
     

Lightning
     
    Marianna heard the insistent thud of heavy rain against the sheet glass windows and the muted ring of several telephones in the workspace beyond. An ominous rumble of thunder roared its discontent in the distance and Mark could have been mistaken for thinking that was why utter silence had descended upon his employees from beyond the closed door. She knew differently. The blondes were shocked and worried. He had never toyed with a brunette before and they would be crossing their fingers that this was a passing fancy.
    The threat of stormy weather did not frighten her. Mark Matthews, in contrast, scared her witless, and not without good reason. She had heard on the submissive-grapevine the awful tales that befell naughty little girls in his employ who refused to obey or, as he had termed it, 'weaken', under his able hands. Beautiful temptress that she was, Marianna did not believe her good looks would have any sway in her dealings with 'The Boss'. That was assuming there would be a repeat of tonight's antics and that in itself was a rather presumptuous thought. Matthews was well-known for his short attention span with regards to the female sex.
    None of that concerned her for the moment, however. Having waited for what seemed like her whole life, there was now a glimmer of hope that her impossible daydream might be about to unfold into fruition. Having dreams made reality was an unprecedented first for her and she had previously been a student, or perhaps victim, of the school of thought that inferred wishes do not come true.
    This was half due to the fact that in her quest to gain a half hour of Matthews' time, in the most intimate fashion possible, she'd had to seek a mentor or more specifically a dominant to teach her the ways of his world. This had led to a mandatory training period of three years and an exorbitant amount of money changing hands for the privilege of being schooled in the manner of a submissive. Then her body had to become accustomed to the type of regular abuse that men such as Matthews might heap upon it. The training regime had been long, arduous and only partly sexual in nature, although Marianna was the first to admit that was the part she had enjoyed most. Deportment, elegance, speech therapy, dance classes and lessons in wholly unabsorbing subjects, such as business economics, had all been slight stumbling blocks she had been determined to overcome to attain her final goal. The hardest part had been summoning the courage to take the first step; the rest had been sheer grit and determination on her part.
    When she had first landed her place at Zystrom it had been easy to assume that all her hard work was over and that her presence would soon be gracing Mr Matthews' bed. This wasn't arrogance on her part, as Marianna had a near fatal effect on men in general. Most would happily die to have her and for those who weren't completely enrapt within seconds, five minutes of her addictive presence would usually ensure their willingness to