“wake up, pretty ponygirl,” first thing in the morning would bring her to a low level of sexual arousal that she would stay at all day because of the inherently personal touches and care taking that was done to and for her. “That’s it, Mandy-girl,” he gripped her breasts at the base especially hard, squeezing tightly, bringing the swollen, tenderized nipples to his mouth again so he could raze them with the edges of his incisors. “Come like a good ponygirl. Come in your trainer’s mouth, on his tongue.” He grabbed her wet, taut nipples between his index finger and his thumb, pulling them hard and rolling them as he used them lifted her heavy breasts and shake them like a dog with a plush toy. His cock jumped at the loud groan his action elicited, and he began to repeat it. “Ahhh, yes, I love my job, Mandy. I love being paid – and paid well – to milk beautiful young ponygirls’ breasts and lick their pussies and wash every single part of them and take the cane or the paddle or my palm to their always bare bottoms anytime I think they need it. And you need all of that, Mandy, and that’s what you’re going to get every single day for the rest of your life – lots of pleasure, lots of pain and no control over either.” He adjusted his pinching grip further down on her tender teats, more towards the bottom of her nipples, and continued using them to make her udders shake and jiggle obscenely.
More lovely, long soulful moans as the two men felt her body tensing, reaching quite blindly for the culmination they were both forcing her towards. Ted scrunched himself down a ways so that he could get his mouth right next to her ear as he spoke, but he kept up with his end of things groping and punishing those beautiful boobies as he whispered, “Come now, little one, that’s it. You’ve got two strapping strong grooms here attending to you in all the ways you like
– one man at your teats and the other your snatch. You’ve got a nice sore bottom that’s just gonna get sorer throughout the day, and it’s time to let fly with a good hard come for your masters before we herd you down to the training ring again and work you some more before we feed you dinner and groom you, when we’re going to do exactly this again to you – you’re going to come so much from now on you’re barely going to remember what its like not to be all wet and horny because the next come’s less than an hour away, usually, where we pull your legs up and back like they are now so you’re all exposed to us and helpless and we can really get at your pretty little pussy with our mouths – “
If she had been able to scream, she would have at that moment – her convulsions were total body, yanking at her sky high ankles and writhing in animal heat as Aaron rode her out like a champ, not allowing her to dislodge where he’d gotten a lip lock on her clitty just before she blew. Now he stayed there and forced every last contraction from her body ruthlessly, while Ted saw to her breasts.
They both stopped at the same time and got up, when they’d figured she’d wound down enough. Aaron wiped his face with a handkerchief.
“She’s juicy, huh?”
“Damn, I nearly drown there!”
Ted chuckled. “But what a way to go!”
Mandy was mortified at their comments, her body already flushed with a sex blush, but now suffused with an all over pink because of the way they were discussing her, as if she was an animal – plus they left her hiked up there, legs spread wide, her bare privates out there literally dripping onto the blanket beneath her – she could feel her own gooeyness slithering down her crack and falling off the rounded crest of her cheeks where they hung just a little above the floor.
Within five minutes or so, she had been given a quick but thorough clean up and was back on her feet – well, on her tiptoes, anyway – being walked slowly and painfully to the training ring, driven onwards by light praise and hard smacks from the latest implement to bruise her bottom – leather paddles, one in each of their strong right hands. Her training session was much the same as it had been this morning – lots of swift, cruel swats and occasional praise, but by the end of it she really had caught on nicely.
Aaron pulled her close to him, pressing her cheek to his shoulder as she’d seen Merry do voluntarily. “You did a very good job this afternoon, Mandy-girl. Now go play nice with the other ponies.”
Mandy surprised him by staying right behind him, even though he’d removed the reins from her bridle, although he hadn’t released her arms from behind her back. When he turned to shut the paddock gate, she was right there. Aaron smiled and pushed her gently away from him, back into the enclosure, then secured the gate between them so that she could not get to him. He felt like he had a little shadow, though, because when he moved to the side, Mandy moved to the side. Mandy followed him as closely as she could. She hadn’t even glanced at the herd of four or five fillies that was standing in the middle of the corral under the sunlamps, she just stood right up against the wooden fence and glared at Aaron, who promptly turned his back and walked away. When she could no longer see him – but was still standing right where he’d left her, he was sure – he opened a door and entered an area behind one of the big walls of the enclosure that was an area that allowed him to watch her on the multitude of closed-circuit cameras that were built into nearly every inch of the stables and any and all of the pastures, roads, and buildings on the grounds.
Mandy just stood there, looking after him even though she could no longer see him. Merry approached her again – Aaron made a mental note to reward Mary in the method he knew they both liked best, as well as give her the ultimate reward before she was had dinner – two chocolate kisses. Mares would do practically anything for chocolate, but the only way they could get it around here was to earn it by doing something extraordinary – like offering friendship to his prickly little one, and Merry’d done it twice, so she deserved two kisses.. . of the chocolate variety, anyway.
Merry didn’t try to touch Mandy again at first; she just stood next to her as if she was trying to see what Mandy was seeing. Mandy’s chin lowered to her chest and Aaron’s jaw hardened; he could tell just by her posture and the way her body shook that she was crying. Merry reached out to give the distraught young filly a comforting pat, but Mandy shook it off and went the corner he’d found her in last time to lean against it and continue crying softly – there were microphones everywhere in the complex, also. No ponygirl, no hand, no trainer, no groom was ever really alone. Aaron noted that she hadn’t hissed this time, though; maybe they were making some sort of progress.
Though she’d been soundly rejected – twice – Merry stayed close to Mandy for the whole of their playtime, even going so far as to bully her gently under a heat lamp when she saw that the girl was cold. Aaron didn’t think that Mandy even knew what Merry was doing when she gently maneuvered her around, she was just trying to avoid the other pony.
At five the other grooms would begin to come and retrieve their mares, so Aaron entered the ring at about ten of the hour. He walked right by Mandy, who tried not to but began to follow him about ten paces back as the only thing familiar in her world at this moment, but he deliberately ignored her. Merry trotted over to him immediately a welcoming smile on her face, as did most of the girls, which he had counted on. He told Merry in a deliberately soft voice that drew the others even closer around them, “You’ve earned yourself a huge reward today by watching over a newcomer who isn’t having a very easy time of it. You stayed by her the whole time and I saw the way you herded her under the lights when she got cold. You have behaved in an exemplary fashion, Merry-girl, and I am extremely proud of you.” Aaron’s big soft smile made Merry blush all over at having pleased him with her behavior. “Open your mouth and close your eyes.” Merry giggled – or close to it – at the familiar phrasing from everyone’s childhood, but she was smiling so broadly that she had a hard time keeping her mouth open for him.
Aaron knew he had every female’s rapt attention as he unwrapped the candy and put it on Merry’s tongue – he could hear the jealous groans and squeals emanating from the crowd. She groaned at the flavor of the treat as if he was pleasuring her in the most intimate of ways. When there was still chocolate melting in her mouth, she moved a step closer to Aaron and tilted her head, offering her lips in a sweet kiss, offering but not demanding in the least. Aaron accepted the offer with a grin, slanting his mouth across Merry’s in an indulgent, familiar fashion as his hands gently tweaked the full, bare breasts that naturally filled them to overflowing.
The other ponies started to squeak and moan with jealousy even louder as he kissed Merry deeply, and with obvious affection. After dropping a loud, wet, smacking kiss on each of her red, upturned nipples, and patting that generous bottom, he winked at her and turned to them, saying to all of the assembled fillies, “That’s the way a ponygirl should always act – helpful and caring towards her fellow ponygirls. Y’all would do well to take a lesson from Merry’s behavior today.”
Aaron strode purposefully towards Mandy, unlooping a pair of reins from one of the metal quick clips hanging off his belt loops. Now, of course, she began backing away from him in a complete reversal of her previous behavior. Aaron just had to laugh, which made Mandy’s face screw up in confusion as she continued to back away. But backing up in pony hooves was an even harder thing to do than going forwards in them, and Mandy soon found herself leaning over as if she was going to end up flat on her back. Luckily, Aaron was close enough that he was able to grab her upper arm and steady her, but then he proceeded to bend her over and hold her bent by applying a broad hand to the back of her neck, leaving her luscious bottom exposed and begging for the forty strokes of the leather paddle he gave it while lecturing her about not moving away from her handler.
Not only had Amanda dissolved into tears at the first agonizing stroke, but her discomfort was multiplied by the fact that she was being disciplined in full view of everyone else. By then the other grooms were coming to get their fillies to bring them into their stalls for some downtime before dinner. She could hear the men all talking to their ponies, mentioning to them as a mild threat that they’d better move along smartly or they’d end up like Mandy over there. Amanda thought she’d die of humiliation. She knew that her rapidly reddening and already bruised and welted bottom was there for everyone to see as Aaron whacked away at it, and she also knew that her privates, which were still full and swollen from this afternoons attentions, were also on full display, along with the fact that they were already glistening again with her own secretions.
When Aaron was through punishing her, he held her in position for a little while, fondling that exact area she’d been concerned about showing to all and sundry very thoroughly as he nodded and spoke to each one of the grooms who were around. Amanda tried to struggle, but worried she’d fall over in those dumb, uncomfortable shoes, so she had to stand there and have his fingers poking around between those lips, searching and finding that nub of flesh that made her draw a startled breath when he began to rub it vigorously.
Oh, God, he was going to make her come right here, right now, in front of God and everyone! She just wanted to sink into the ground and die.
But he didn’t bring her off. He did continue to caress her until they were the only people in the corral, at which time he let her up and ordered with another crisp swat, “Walk Proud, Mandy.”
Back in her stall she was put onto the grooming platform, knees laced into those padded things they strapped her into, head down and lashed there so tight she couldn’t even raise it to change which side of her face was on the straw. Big paddled cuffs were wrapped around her ankles. A thickly padded belt around her waist supported her middle and also prevented her from lowering her bottom while Aaron rubbed some sort of soothing lotion into the beleaguered skin of her backside, tsking and scolding her gently the whole time. “Are you going to be better behaved tomorrow, Mandy-girl? I should hope so. I bet having your bottom this torn up is getting awful old, hon. Remember, you do have control over whether or not you get spanked. If you do good, or even if we see that you’re trying to do good – that you’re making an effort at cooperating instead of being naughty and rebellious – then things’ll go easier on you and you won’t be so sore all the time – although I know how much you love to have your bottom striped good and hard.”
Amanda tried to buck and writhe in disagreement, but her movements were too limited to allow much of that, but Aaron knew what she meant.
“Yes, you do, babygirl. I know you do.” He’d finished with her rear and the backs of her thighs, inspecting them carefully to make sure that there wasn’t any scarring, despite the fact that he knew that was highly unlikely – all of their implements were designed with rounded edges and every possible precaution against any sort of permanent damage to a mare’s valuable hide. Her bottom was looking pretty damned rough. But her pussy – that was looking as inviting as always. Aaron cupped her little cunny in his big hand. “This never lies, Mandy. Oh, your punishments hurt – maybe they hurt you more than the average ponygirl, I don’t know. But I do know how your body responds to the paddle and the strap and even the cane – it loves it. You cream every time anyone lays a handprint or a stripe across these cheeks here – I’ve seen and smelt and touched and licked the evidence of it. You can’t hide anything from us. We see all of you, and we know what you need.” He dipped his fingers in her juices and brought them to her clit, rubbing the pads of his fingers over her with deliberately firm slowness, hearing her breathing increase, and watching her swallow hard. “You need this – to be touched and fondled and spanked and caned. That’s what your life is going to revolve around from now on – you’re just going to have to learn to accept it. The centers of your life are no longer your brain and your hands. No one around here is ever going to ask your opinion about anything – not whether you want an orgasm or not, not whether or not you want to be bred to some big stud, not whether or not you want to pull a sulky or wear a bit in your mouth. It’s just going to be done to you regardless of what you think. Your hands are always either going to be bound out of the way or they’re going to be restrained all the time and be useless to you, always, especially since you keep showing me that I can’t trust you.”
His free hand roamed her sore bottom, pinching her here and there as his fingers frigged her relentlessly. “This is going to happen to you so much in the future, baby ponygirl. Your future is full of coming and punishments and being bred and trained. No thinking, nothing but pain and pleasure and lust. Maybe more of the pain for you than usual, but you like that, too.
“Like I said: we have to be harder on you than on the others – more demanding. You’ll always have harsher punishments than the other girls, you’ll be expected to do more and learn more than they will, to endure more, even to come harder than they do” He got a little more lubrication from her on his hand then began worrying her button again. “And I’m going to be here, doing it all to you. All of it. Tomorrow morning you’re going to be brought to the breeding pens, and I’m going to fuck you for the first time. It’s not too early in your training for a pony like you. You need to feel the thick length of a stud deep inside you, pounding into you from behind as you were meant to receive a cock – and for a while that stud’s gonna be me.”
Amanda emitted a high pitched keening wail at that pronouncement a Aaron hurled her over the edge of ecstasy again that day, praising her lush beauty and the awesome clenching of every muscle in her body, yet still his fingers tormented her – straight into a second explosive orgasm.
Amanda did the only thing any woman would do when faced with such overwhelming pleasure. She fainted.
Part III The Breeding Pen
The next day, Amanda was again gently awakened at about five thirty by nothing so loud and blaring as an alarm clock, but by the easy sounds around the stall, as if it was waking with her. Ted had her up and at breakfast in a no-nonsense fashion, as if he’d been doing it for years, and, indeed, for other ponygirls he had been doing it for years. Amanda was famished – she hadn’t eaten much at all yesterday, so he was glad to record that she’d eaten all of what she was offered and looked around for more. She’d eaten all of the same apple cinnamon yogurt that she’d barely had any of yesterday, so that was marked down as an acceptable flavor for her. Each day she would be offered a different flavor until she’d run through all of what they offered, and whatever she turned her nose up at, she wouldn’t see again.
She was a little bleary-eyed, Ted noted, but that could just be hangover from those three suppositories they’d seated in her bottom again last night. It was a little harder this time, because she’d had a good idea what was coming, but Aaron had taken a very firm tone with her – he was up at her head again and Ted had the good-sized bullets at the ready at the other end. “Mandy!
If you would prefer, we can roll you onto your tummy and wale the daylights out of your bottom to help convince you to behave while your medicine is being administered. Or, you can do the smart thing, the much less painful thing and lie still and it’ll be a little bit uncomfortable and you’ll be feeling full for a while, but it’ll all be over in about five minutes. Regardless of which way you react, you will have all three pills in your bottom before you go to sleep tonight.”
There was no doubt in Amanda’s mind that the two men who had handled her from the beginning were strong enough – in will and body – to do exactly what he said they’d do. So she had sighed petulantly and started to sob softly, which they took as acquiescence. Aaron had praised her for submitting well, as had Ted as he inserted the long, thick bullets carefully up into her tight little hole. She had fussed a little on the last one, but Aaron had stroked her head and Ted her flank, reassuring her that they were almost done. They both considered that she was such a small woman, that she it was probably getting a bit crowded up there, but Ted was able to successfully lodge the third rod inside her.
Once they’d done that, and Aaron had flipped the blinders down so that she was immediately surrounded by complete darkness, and then they had set upon her like a pack of ravening wolves, Aaron at her sore, tender titties and Ted this time eagerly lapping up her pussy juices, bringing her to another earth-shattering orgasm before they let her drift off to sleep.
But at least she hadn’t fainted this time.
That faint had set off every alarm Aaron had owned, when she’d just collapsed within her bonds and slumped over. His first thought was that he’d killed her and that he’d never be able to do that to any female again. But then he saw that her chest was rising regularly, and he felt her pulse and it was fast but steady.
Ted had wandered in at that point, took one look at Mandy and diagnosed the situation immediately, grinning ear to ear as he patted Aaron on the shoulder. “That mare is one hot ticket. If you’re not careful you’re gonna die breeding her – she’ll burn you up.”
Supper and her final grooming had gone well, and to dispel any fear she – and they – might be harboring regarding her orgasms, they brought her off as usual during the grooming session and then again that last time after giving her the pills. Aaron, whose heart had taken a while to start beating again after Mandy had fainted, was tempted to scold her and tell her never to do that to him again, but then he realized what a compliment it was to him and to his abilities, as well as to her ability to respond to him. Apparently he was reaching the stubborn little cuss, and on a very basic level.
She got her normal hour of training in, and was worked extra hard during it to help wear her out before she was brought to the breeding pens. Aaron found that a good bout of strenuous exercise helped a mare work out a lot of natural energies so that, if she was likely to have a problem submitting in the pen, she’d already be too worn out to really fight and thus there was much less chance of injury.
Aaron had chosen a specific time when there would not be a lot of activity around them – the pens were not empty but it wasn’t a situation where each pen was filled with a mare being serviced, either. One pen on either side, each a pen down from them, was being used. Although Mandy was brought out of the corral with her blinders down so that she could not see a thing, she had a good idea where they were going, and of course, she could hear the natural sounds of copulation going on around her when she was brought into the room – the soft slaps of flesh to flesh, the quiet groans of the ponygirls who were being filled. Males at stud at GS Stables – ponyboys – were extremely well-endowed – as were the hands, the trainers, and the grooms, who were all allowed to breed with any of the mares any time they liked, once a mare had been impregnated, or if she was not currently in a breeding program or recovering from foaling. The studs were also trained to be as quiet as possible when they were breeding a mare. They were free, whereas the mare was always bound into a particular position called “breed present”, and they could touch the mare anywhere they liked, but once they achieved their first objective – which was to always always always pleasure the female first – then they were expected to mount the filly and give her a good, slow, full-out fucking and to deposit as much foal-making sperm into her cunt as possible. Studs were encouraged to remain locked into their female for a good long while after actual ejaculation so as to maximize the amount of come that was left in the filly.
When he was done, his handler would take him away, and the female would be given a vaginal plug, then be taken back to her stall to receive a nice warm rubdown with scented oil, after which she would be put down for a rest before lunch.
Mandy began to resist as soon as she recognized where she was being brought and what was going on around her – and made the connection that that was going to happen to her, soon, too. Several tremendous swats with the short, light canes they both carried for this particular mission had her standing stock still, but refusing to go forward, despite the scolding and the administering of even more profoundly painful licks. She was bawling from the searing pain in her bottom, but her feet were firmly planted and she wasn’t going anywhere fast. So the men merely lifted her slight weight with ridiculous ease, and within a minute or so she found herself wide-eyed and completely without her blinders for the first time in a while, and she was in the most shameful position yet: Amanda was fenced in on all sides except her rear by pliant almost rubbery-looking padded bars, although the area directly in front of her only had bars halfway up so that she would be afforded an unobstructed view – of herself. There were floor to ceiling mirrors facing the fillies that were being bred in every single breeding pen in the facility. Not only could Amanda see what was happening to herself, but she could both see and hear what was being done to the females on either side of her. It was awful!
Her head was up and craned back almost to the point of discomfort, held there by the straps attached to her bridle. Although she tested it, she couldn’t move her head an iota. Someone leaned in and swiped something wet and sticky over her eyelids – if she’d been expecting it and could have gotten to it she would have bitten off by that point – and within a few seconds she was finding it harder and harder to close them. The bastards – now she was forced to watch what was being done to her! She could close her eyes if she tried, but it wasn’t easy, and without intense concentration they snapped back open again like window shades on tight rollers.
Her arms were secured behind her, almost forming a V like she was trying to fly, and there were comfy pads on the bars that were up against her shoulders to take her weight off her wrists, but her breasts were left to hang and bobble and bounce. Her back was forced into an acute arch, which pushed her bottom up into the air, and her legs were so far apart that she felt like she was being pulled apart like a wishbone. Her knees were held wide by straps pulling in opposite directions, slim ankles were secured to the floor so that she could not kick.
In effect, she was completely neutralized and ready to be violated, and as she looked in the mirror at herself and the getup she was in, she realized just how helpless she was. She was going to be deflowered like this. And from what she had been able to gather when they talked around her, this was going to be far from her last time in this position. Her heart sank.
Aaron and Ted both stood behind her until Aaron came up to her head, and she was again struck by just how huge they were – or maybe they just seemed that way to someone who was spending the majority of her time on her hands and knees. But they were both tremendously muscular, with bulging arms and veiny forearms and heavily muscled chests.
“I know this must seem very frightening to you right now, Mandy, and I won’t lie to you