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Gritting her teeth Jenny grimaced and gave him what he wanted; the lewd sight of her backside jiggling this way and that as he continued to spank it. His hand now felt like sandpaper on the sensitised flesh. How much longer would she have to endure this? The clamps continued to bite into her tender nipples, and as she swayed to and fro she could feel them moving with her, the ache increasing with each passing second.

Meet Jenny. She's rich, spoiled, rude, and obnoxious. She's also just been signed up for the BDSM ride of her life. An intensive training course at the Albrecht Stables is not what it appears to be, and training to become a human pony was not on Jenny's to-do list. The trouble is, how do you escape when you're tied up, gagged, and constantly sexually aroused? Which master or mistress do you turn to for rescue? And what do you do if you suspect you might actually be enjoying yourself?

She immediately recoiled in horror, for reflected in the mirror before her was a human horse, complete with perky rubberized ears. Hoof-mitts were being worked up her hands, and she knew it wouldn't be long before her boots followed suit. Not content with having taken her speech, liberty, and free will away, now, they wanted to make her look like an animal, too!

The viciously attractive Mark, with the unfaltering smile, has a day of endurance planned for Jenny that the devil himself would find challenging. His artful temperature play has her screaming, his anal dilators have her howling and a ride in the sybian's saddle leaves her virtually unconscious, but the day is far from over. A group of ladies, with wandering fingers, are given the task of transforming Jenny into a sweet, submissive pony girl who will be left looking "hot to trot" in no time at all.

Five years ago I told a lie that would land Brandt Browning - local hero and heir to the Mentley Mill fortune - in prison for a crime he didn't commit. I ruined his life with three small words. "He did it". I didn't even have to be there to testify in court. It was too easy. But that was five years ago. And now Brandt has been released. He's coming for me. This time I'm not waiting around. I'm going to run so far away that no one will ever find me. The trouble is, you can't hide from money. Eventually Brandt will catch up with me, and when he does, he'll want payment in blood.

In the second book in the Pony Tales series, Jenny finds herself in the capable hands of Mark - her guide and tormentor for the day. She becomes accomplished in the art of crawling, gets an eye-opening tour of the facility, and suffers regularly with the pain of orgasm denial. Finding herself at the mercy of his fingertips when he demonstrates the complexities of breath play, she panics that each gasp of air may be her last.

Will Mark Matthews accept Redcliff's terms for his daughter's release, surrendering both body and mind to the enemy? Petal's sanity depends upon the fact, for in the sixth and final book of the Pony Tales she is to discover that the fate in store for her at Albrecht is not a pretty one. Shipped off to Leyland Forbes in a steel cage, the pony girl will have to endure all sorts of imaginative bondage and BDSM at his palatial manor, as her body is photographed intimately by several of the world's top photographers.

This should have been an easy assignment. Get in, have him fall under my spell, grab every little piece of intel I can find, and then assassinate him. They were simple instructions, and ones I’d followed countless times before. What could go wrong? Just about everything. Alain’s kept me imprisoned and drugged up to my eyeballs. The mind games he’s playing are nearly my undoing, but it’s hard battling a body that’s full of barbiturates or opium. There’s one more problem, too. I think I’m falling in love with the bastard.

Today, my name is Lois Reeves. I have an appointment with my new boss, James Leverett, this morning because my next assignment requires that I assassinate one of the biggest gangsters in the world. This is a suicide mission that is almost guaranteed to get me killed, but I have to accept it. To refuse would mean death - and not just mine. This guy who I'm about to kill is lining up everyone I hold dear, and preparing to take them out one by one. This is every assassin's worst nightmare, and this is the hell within which I now live.