Ted patted her back and rubbed it a little. “We will make it pleasant for you, Mandy-girl. You know us. You know what we can do for you.” Oh, God, but she didn’t want to do it here, in front of an audience and a mirror showing all of her facial expressions and – Oh God NO!
Aaron had debated about whether or not to breed her in the relative comfort of her own stall, but then none of the padded safety equipment was there, or the medical kits, etc, just in case. So he and Ted agonized over it, but it was decided that at least her first time, if not her first few times should be in the pens, where they could deal with anything that happened.
He arranged himself at her upturned pussy after unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it out of his pants. He didn’t know why, but their research had shown that the stud or groom showing a little skin – chest muscles and chest hair in particular – helped the mares somehow, psychologically. The employees who bred with the ponygirls would never be nude – ever – it left them too vulnerable, and they lost the psychological edge of being fully clothed while the mares were nude, but for some tassels and boots and harnesses.
But somehow, when the grooms – who were all pretty buff – showed some bare-chested action as they were breeding a mare, the mares proved more fertile. They also tended to settle down and accept the servicing better. Aaron didn’t know why, and frankly he didn’t much care. So both he and Ted unbuttoned their shirts. Ted lay beneath Mandy, in what someone who didn’t know what was going on might think of as a sixty-nine position, where he would be directly under her breasts and have plenty of access to those lovely udders that were just begging to be squeezed and pulled and groped.
Aaron began his own massage with a light cinnamon lotion that would heat up Mandy’s pussy quickly, helping to concentrate the blood flow right where his hands were. He was almost afraid to use it, considering how she’d responded to him without it yesterday, but he figured he’d see how it went over. Once he’d applied it, he took a step back and bent over to blow on her genitals, and the increase of heat in the area made Mandy pony-scream and try to rear even further back than she was, but Ted kept a good, tight hold on those teats, using them to pull her back down.
Ted and Aaron said in unison, “A good ponygirl receives her breeding quietly.”
Aaron slipped a quick finger into Mandy’s opening, gratified at what he found. “We have lubrication,” he announced in a hoarse whisper.
“Excellent,” Ted replied. “Let’s bring her off, then.”
And they did, with horribly embarrassing ease, working in a paced, planned rhythm with each other that was terribly frightening and overwhelming to the poor female they were working on. They had her moaning continually within a few minutes, and before another three minutes had passed she was contracting on Aaron’s fingers, making a total spectacle of herself as she tried to writhe and arch within her bonds. Aaron patted and stroked her mid back. “That’s a very good girl, Mandy. Good ponygirl.” He stood and unzipped his pants, pushing down his underwear enough to let the ten inches of his fully erect cock spring free in all its thick, hard glory. Aaron stood behind her, his entire concentration on Mandy and the act at hand – he didn’t see her in the mirrors, didn’t see himself or hear or see anyone else around them. Every part of his mind was thinking about Mandy and how he could make this easiest for her and try to make sure that every precaution was taken to keep her safe from injuring herself or being inadvertently injured by him, considering the differences in their size and strength.
He raised the platform so that she was at just the right height for his entry, and noticed that her puffy, swollen lips were leaking her own lubricating fluid. As a precaution and to increase the overall viscosity of the situation, though, he put a lightish coat of K-Y on himself, then presented his big head at her opening, putting his hands on her hips and grasping her firmly, as he’d been taught. Ted was kneeling to the side of Mandy’s head, stroking her hair and encouraging her to relax and submit, but she was sobbing and shaking in that heartrending manner of all ponygirls – they couldn’t beg him not to, they couldn’t plead and blubber. They could only receive whatever kind of treatment the men around them gave them, with no choice in the matter, and be obedient to them under the threat of physical chastisement if they didn’t.
Aaron wanted to be inside this mare more than he’d ever wanted to anything else in his life. While he’d been bringing Mandy to orgasm five and six times a day, he hadn’t had any release himself, despite the fact that he had been rock hard since he’d first laid eyes on her. He’d gone to Merry last night and made her scream with pleasure with his very talented mouth, but he wanted to save his load for Mandy, so she hadn’t gotten the best of him, and looked a little hurt because of it.
He wanted it done in the most clean, efficient, least painful manner possible, so he pushed himself forwards firmly and pulled her hips backwards at the same time, entering her to the hilt in one stroke. Mandy issued a hurt, angry, pseudo-scream, rearing back and trying desperately to unimpale herself, but the way she was expertly restrained – as well as Aaron’s strong but firm hands holding her in place – would not allow her to do anything but what his body dictated. Aaron held onto his own control by a thin thread, but he held onto it, as much as he wanted to simply bang away at her and bury himself deep within her hard and fast, he made himself maintain a slow and steady, even gentle pace of plunge and retreat as he tried to remain as clinical and professional as possible – noting that there was no major show of blood at all, for which he was eternally grateful.
Mandy was not taking her servicing well at all, however, despite Aaron’s careful attentions. She was wiggling and moaning and thrashing and sobbing so hard that Ted reached over and slapped her bottom sharply, if only to draw her attention. “Mandy,” he said firmly, “a good ponygirl receives a stud submissively and quietly.”
She was having none of it, though, and his warning did not seem to faze her in the least. Her straining and moaning continued unabated, and she would have received a more thorough punishment even during the session only Aaron found himself unable to sustain as long a breeding session as he usually did – he wanted her too much. Soon he began thrusting harder, even against his own will, plunging himself deeply into her then withdrawing fully to repeat the motion until his whole body clenched in orgasm and he poured his seed into her, bumping himself up against her wide open pussy with each powerful spasm.
He was usually able to give a mare a very long, hard ride – almost always making them come on his cock even though he’d made them come clitorally before mounting them. Aaron knew how to use his cock to pleasure a woman – he’d been doing it since he was twelve. But Mandy – Mandy practically made him explode just thinking about those wonderful tight, wet, depths of hers – and how she creamed even when he lathered her little bottom with the cane, and how she’d actually fainted from his efforts…
Breathing very raggedly at those thoughts, Aaron made one last, sharp thrust, then held her hips to his as he let the last few drops of his seed ooze out and into her receptive little cunny.
“Mark – the – time,” he muttered, and Ted glanced at his watch.
“Ten-forty-five.”
Aaron would stay inside Mandy for a full five minutes, to optimize the possibility of fertilization. Actually, as they didn’t really have an idea of her cycle yet, this time was unlikely to bear fruit, but it would be duly noted as a breeding attempt, and he intended to follow the usual method to the T so that she would know exactly what the routine was, regardless of who she was put with in the future.
Mandy continued to sob, but she was no longer struggling against Aaron, but rather was almost hanging in her bonds quite dejectedly as Aaron and Ted stroked her flanks and her face.
“There now, pet, that wasn’t that bad, was it?” Andrew crooned. “But you did not accept and submit as you should, Mandy. A good ponygirl submits to servicing whenever it is demanded of her – quietly and without resistance.” Aaron caught Ted’s eye. “Time?”
“Five.”
Aaron eased himself out of Mandy, reaching for an antiseptic towelette that he used to wash up the small amount of blood that was oozing around her opening. “This might sting just a little, baby, but it’s gonna help you heal quicker.” He rubbed some soothing cream around her entrance as she jerked a little. “Shh-shh-shh, babygirl. Just making you feel all better.”
Only when she’d been made more comfortable did Aaron clean himself up and readjust his clothing. While Ted was carefully arranging Mandy for the trip back to her stall, Aaron was lubing up a good-sized vaginal plug that would allow her to retain the sperm that had just been deposited inside her. The Stables breeding program did everything it could to maximize the possibility of fertilization, and this was one of their most successful measures.
She tensed immediately when Aaron began to press the big plug up inside her, but Ted held her fast as she was invaded yet again, this time by something inanimate and big and thick. It rubbed against where she’d lost her virginity, and began to sting immediately because the thick area before the flange kept her unnaturally stretched. “That’s a good girl. Just a little thing to help you keep my sperm up inside you – so that hopefully you’ll get pregnant. We’ll take it out in about an hour.” Mandy whimpered at that pronouncement.
It amazed her when, instead of being stood back up as she expected, she instead was gathered into Aaron’s arms – bound as always – and he carried her back to her stall. “Now,” he pressed a kiss to her forehead, “we’re spoiling you a little bit, Mandy-girl, because the usual thing to do is to spend the hour after you’re bred in the pens in the ‘breed present’ with the plug in. But I think you’ll be more comfortable in your own stall.”
She ended up back in her lilac scented stall, in that horridly familiar position with her bottom hiked up into the air and her head down in the sweet smelling hay. She was just beginning to relax a little when they each took a cane in one hand and stood on either side of her.
“What did we have to say to you several times while you were being bred, Mandy? About submitting? And not struggling?” Aaron asked rhetorically, laying his cane on her bottom almost tenderly. He sounded reluctant to have to do this, but Mandy knew by now that that was not going to stop him from doing it. She was beginning to realize that any sort of resistance was just going to get her more of the same painful meetings with the cane or the paddle or the leather strap they all seemed to carry. “We told you not to do it, didn’t we? We told you how a ponygirl behaves, and you chose to ignore us. So now you are going to pay the price for being a naughty and rebellious ponygirl.”
The strokes fell in rapid succession, one after the other – often one on top of the other which made her mutant yell explode hoarsely from her mouth – as they each scolded her thoroughly for being uncooperative during breeding. Before they were through with her, they’d laid a fresh layer of supremely painful welts on her backside all the way from the top of her crack to just above the backs of her knees, and Mandy was truly one sorry little ponygirl.
When they had finished with her discipline, it was almost as if it had never happened as far as they were concerned – as if the slate was wiped clean. But Mandy was crying so hard she was almost sick. A straw-like mechanism was arranged right next to her lips so that if she was thirsty, she could take a drink. Ted and Aaron massaged her soothingly and talked quietly between themselves, praising her as she gradually settled down.
In exactly one hour, the plug was removed very carefully and more salve was applied -
Mandy heard Aaron tell Ted to note that she was not actively bleeding at all – then she was fed lunch and bedded and bound down for her afternoon rest.
Her last thoughts as she fell asleep, was that this was going to be happening to her again and again – for the rest of her life – more breeding, more canes, more paddles, pain and pleasure and more pain. Although it had been sore and stingy at first, the way Aaron had been pumping in and out of her had just started to feel really good when he stopped – not that she wanted them to know she was thinking that.
And as she felt Aaron’s come leaking sullenly out of her plumped-out lips and onto the purple silk sheet beneath her, she sighed in contentment.
Part 4: Real Life
Mandy’s life took on a surreal quality as she awkwardly tip-toed her way through the days in her uncomfortable ponygirl shoes. The only things she could be really sure of were that her bottom was going to be well-roasted by the end of the day, and her pussy and breasts would be just as sore, only for very different reasons. Aaron had kept himself away from her – he hadn’t taken her again – for three days, to give her time to heal. But he hadn’t relented on the punishments or the molestations of her person one bit. He and Ted were at her all the time – she probably was brought to at least four orgasms a day – usually more like six. And they were tailored entirely to her tastes – each of the men had made themselves complete experts in her responses – they didn’t just strive to bring her off, they watched and listed and smelled and touched and paid excruciating attention to what made her writhe and groan like an animal in the back of her throat, and then they did it to her again and again.
One of the things that they had definitely hit the bullseye on in regards to what literally made her drip – besides those awful spankings – was to be spoken to in their rumbly, masculine voices, Aaron’s in particular; to be guided or cajoled or almost scolded into an orgasm made her come faster than almost anything else. Amanda thought to herself, though, that at this point, Aaron could recite a grocery list and she’d be most of the way there. It seemed she existed at a constant, mid-level arousal point, and if she took the time to analyze it, which she rarely did because they kept her so blasted busy and so concerned about where the next sharp whack was coming from, she’d have to say that it was because of how turned on the very idea of her own captivity was to her. Her position as a ponygirl made her wet at just the thought – and she was living it! All of the accoutrement was all around her, along with two very strict, sexually appealing grooms whose hands were constantly either in the process of punishing her, pleasuring her, or taking care of in some inherently intimate way.
The hardest thing Amanda had to come to grips with was not the fall of the cane or the humiliating inspections of her person, bur rather the idea that she liked this situation – indeed, she was rapidly coming to crave it.
She was very slowly coming to terms with what was going to be demanded of her for the rest of her life, although the occasional contemplation of that idea left her feeling numb. From this point on, her destiny was to be driven forward in the high stepping walk they required, eyes forward at all times, her own nudity and the images of the way she was kept on lewd display blatantly confronting her at every turn… Mandy hated the way she was forced to walk, and even more so when they upped their requirement to a faster paced trot that made her firm, round breasts jog up and down pendulously, which the men obviously adored; every man around the ring stopped to watch her.
That day – about her seventh in captivity, was filled with firsts. Aaron and Ted had made her break into a high-kneed trot for the first time, on a lunge line that Aaron was holding, requiring that she trot in a circle around him as Ted ran along beside her providing
“encouragement” with a long ruler-like paddle to the backs of her thighs. She was “decorated” for the first time, which only served to humiliate her more, using amethysts to go with her purple theme – two large, heavy, teardropped shaped pendants that hung off her nipples from tight gold clamps that made her cry when they were applied, and six more that draped from clips attached to her vaginal lips. Mandy was allowed to stand for a while right after they put those horrid things on her as the two of them looked her up and down, trying to decide if she needed more. She ended up with wide arm bands of amethysts on her upper arms, as well as spatz-like showers of them draped over her hooves, but not low enough to trip her, of course.
Amanda hated the blasted things; they pinched her nipples terribly, and she’d certainly never had anything hanging from her nether lips in her life, although the ones attached there didn’t really hurt much.
It was also the first morning that she was put into a true ponygirl harness in preparation for eventually pulling a sulky. She had already been trained to the bit, which had gone better than Aaron had expected, frankly. He figured someone was going to lose a finger or two to this feisty filly, but he was quite happy to be wrong. She had been in a bridle for some time – there was a method to his madness of having the newcomers put into a bit-less bridle before they were even awakened – and all he’d done once her gums had healed really was have Ted hold her nose closed, then snap the bit into place once she’d opened her mouth, however stubbornly. Now, she’d fussed, of course, shaking her head once it was in place and trying to dislodge it, and playing with it in her mouth to discover how well seated it was, but she’d taken to reining by him beautifully – Aaron was an expert driver and had a light but firm touch on the reins. He couldn’t wait to get her a cart behind her and watch her go!
The purple leather harness with solid gold accents was a fairly elaborate series of leather straps that went over a pony’s shoulders and around her breasts – leaving them entirely bare, of course but accenting them very nicely, especially with the contrast between the gleaming purple leather and Mandy’s pampered milky white skin. Side straps ran down her flanks, then formed a garter across her hips, with one strap splitting her down the natural crease of her body. The extremely supple leather strap that invaded her slit was specially designed to hold her lips open and kept her cheeks apart in the back, thus leaving her bare little cunny and bottom holes flaunted brazenly for everyone to see. At show, her whole crease and her nipples, as well as her mouth, would be rouged reddish for further emphasis.
She was also introduced for the first time to her ponytail. Now, Aaron loved to see a woman with a tail – it just kind of completed the ensemble for him – but there were issues of hygiene and comfort, even though he had had the most comfortable ones possible designed specifically for the Stables, along with some that were distinctly designed to be uncomfortable for those ponygirls who needed to be taught a nasty lesson. The first one that Aaron presented to Mandy’s bottom, once it was buckled and snapped into its pretty ponygirl harness, was the smallest available. The harness itself gave Mandy no choice but to show her pinkish brown hole as it lifted and separated her already crimson bottom cheeks, so the tail was easy enough to insert. Ted had her head, giving it a gentle tug and saying, “Bend,” at the same time. Mandy did as she was told and bent over, but took a small step away from Aaron as soon as he put the tip of the plug against that tight opening.
Aaron smacked her bottom sharply, enjoying the way her generous flesh wobbled within its leather frame as his handprint went from a yellowish white to a bright red on her skin.
“Steady, Mandy,” he said sternly. He motioned for Ted to give him the reins, which he wrapped around his free hand, pulling her head back sharply and making her chomp at the bit as it was yanked cruelly back against her tender lips and sensitive teeth. Her arms were, as usually, bound tightly across her back, as useless as a penguin’s vestigial wings. Aaron shortened her hobbles then tightened the reins even further, making her crane her head most uncomfortably. Finally, he nodded to Ted, who had already read his boss’s mind about what Aaron wanted: as Mandy’s back was forcibly arched, those big firm breasts jutted into even greater prominence, the amethysts dangling coyly, as if begging to be fondled. Ted grabbed a hold of them in a grip that was anything but gentle, digging his fingers well into the ample, soft flesh, making Mandy jerk away from him at just the same time as Aaron pressed the tail-plug into her little bottom. It was seated within her before she knew it, looking absolutely gorgeous as the maker had matched the color of her mane perfectly.
She issued a long, low groan of frustration and humiliation, but Ted continued to massage her breasts in that kneading manner – careful not to dislodge the nipple decorations – as Aaron kept her in position for a while with her head pulled back to offer those tender morsels to Ted’s cruel, greedy hands.
Although she had already learned to walk proud as a ponygirl, the tail threw her gait off and she got blistered more often than she had been in days for her walking, because it so distracted her. Also, the harness they put on her was one for the ring, and it had little chimes all over it that tinkled whenever she moved – she sounded like a walking wind chime! It drove her crazy, but there was nothing she could do about it but try to concentrate, which is what they were saying to her as they scolded her soundly, beating her bottom crisply with nearly every step she took.