A few minutes later, he squatted again, using the same thumb-prying technique to pull apart her inner lips. “Yep. She’s responding.”
“Excellent. I kind of thought she would.” Aaron said, helping her back up to attention as a couple of them men whistled upon hearing Evan’s pronouncement.
About ten more men, Mandy guessed, were allowed to grope and fondle and molest and inspect her – some of them knelt behind her and used flashlights to look at her bottom and her pussy, like Aaron had while she was healing from being bred! But finally, it was done, and she was being led back to her stall for some lunch and rest. She was shaking and shivering from reaction and Aaron patted her arm encouragingly. “For a first time, Mandy, you did pretty well.”
The flesh of her breast and bottom wouldn’t necessarily agree with that assessment. Every muscle in her body hurt, too. She wondered if she wasn’t coming down with something, but there was no real way to tell anyone.
Evan stopped Aaron as he and Ted were leading Mandy out of the ring. “Has she had her ob/gyn done yet?”
“Only a baseline when she came in,” Aaron answered, stroking Mandy’s back absently.
“If she’s being bred already, she needs a regular and a pap.”
Ted frowned. “We know. We’ve been trying to get her in, but with her schedule and your schedules, they haven’t meshed yet.”
“How’s this afternoon around two?”
Aaron and Ted looked at each other, each going through Mandy’s schedule in their minds. “Should be okay. See ya then.”
So Mandy was awakened in the middle of her afternoon rest, and strapped into the breeding position within her own stall – head down, arms back, legs splayed apart and genitals on display. Aaron stayed at her head, stroking her cheeks and hair soothingly as Ted hunkered down with Evan to assist if necessary. Mandy heard that now familiar sound of a rubber glove snapping down onto a thick wrist, then she felt him rubbing her clitty again and couldn’t help but respond to it – damn these men knew how to touch a woman!
Suddenly, Aaron’s hands were no longer at her face, they were reaching for her breasts, pinching her teats tightly and milking them, between the two of them and their concentrated efforts at her most sensitive spots she was already breathing hard.
“This one is incredibly responsive!” Mandy could hear the smile in his voice. “You must’ve been having a lot of fun with her – she was like this even after you whipped her good, as I remember.”
There was pride in Aaron’s voice as he answered, “Yes, she’s very sexually responsive. Stubborn sometimes, but she seems to be coming around.”
“Have you had to drug her at all?” They were chatting as if discussing the weather, but each continued to stimulate her purposefully, Evan’s fingers gliding over and over the nub that he kept fully exposed to his eager fingers, pulling back it’s hood with the fingers of his other hand so that she could not escape the feel of him rubbing directly over the tip of her clit.
“That’s it, Mandy, come good for us,” Ted encouraged softly, watching Evan’s hands as if he wanted to learn some new tips.
Digging his fingers into the soft breast-flesh, making sure he massaged every inch of it, Aaron said, “After the initial capture, we’ve only used the occasional fussy pills. She’s been getting so much exercise in training lately that she falls asleep naturally, especially considering how many times during the day she’s brought to orgasm.”
“How many is that, usually?”
Aaron and Ted looked at each other, but Ted spoke. “Five to six, on average.”
“Full orgasms each time?”
“Yes.”
“And she’s been bred already?”
“Only to me.”
Evan nodded his head and applied just a bit more KY, despite the presence of ample lubrication from the filly. He preferred artificial lubrication, himself, when he was giving a mare a routine sexual/gynecological exam. It was less than a minute later, after he put his hand back on her pebble-like little clitty that they all watched her convulse on his fingers. “Time?” he asked Ted, who had been keeping track of exactly who long it had taken to bring Mandy to completion from the moment Evan’s hands touched her clit for the first time.
“Four minutes.”
Evan shook his head. “That’s some mare you’ve got here, guys. And you said she was a capture?” Ted and Aaron nodded. “Jeez, you’d think she was born and bred to this, considering her response time. Impressive.”
The rest of the exam was at least as excruciatingly shameful to Mandy. Evan proceeded to press two, and then three of his thick fingers up into her pussy, driving her forward with the pressure of his invasion. Then he rooted around inside her for a long while, using his free hand to manipulate her tummy and feel her organs. She began to sob again, because what he was doing hurt in both places – her stomach and her little cunny, which was stretched wider than ever by those seeking fingers, the tips of which played gently with her cervix to see if he got any reaction at all.
Mandy seized up, every muscle tense as she bucked violently against then away from him involuntarily. Aaron was reaching for his tawse, as was Ted, but Evan waylaid them. “No, no, no, this was not something she could be held accountable for in any way. Kinda like an erection from a prostate exam. Some women respond even way up there, some don’t feel a thing – your little filly here, not surprisingly at all – could probably be brought to orgasm merely from cervical stimulation, although it’s an awkward and unusually hard come.”
“She fainted once, when I brought her off regularly.”
Evan’s brow went up. “Extraordinary.” He patted Mandy’s flank in a kindly manner, saying, “Just one more thing up here, babygirl, and then I’ll be done with your pretty little cunny.” Her tears started flowing again as she felt the metal blades of a speculum pressed against her opening. Evan slid it all the way into her and ratcheted it wide open, performing the Pap smear quickly and efficiently, then withdrawing the instrument carefully.
Aaron, who had gone back to holding Mandy’s head, tensed a little, and Mandy knew something she wasn’t going to like was going to happen next… and it did. But the first thing Evan did was to try to calm her with his first tool, his voice. He spoke in a low tone Mandy had come to think of as a “groom’s” voice – deep and firm but reassuring at the same time. “Now, Mandy, I just want you to know what’s coming next – so that I’m not sneaking up on you. I’m going to check the insides of your bottom, and I’ll do it as carefully and gently as I can, but it’ll probably be a little uncomfortable, but it’s not a long exam. Try to relax as much as you can, baby, that’ll make it easier on yourself.” He looked up at Ted and Aaron and caught their eyes with a grin. “Be sure to be nice and quiet and still like a good ponygirl.”
Of course, his speech made Mandy instantaneously tense. She hated anyone or anything fooling around with her bottom – fussy pills, or tail plugs or anything. Her sobs increased in volume, but Evan continued regardless, putting a dollop of lube on her little opening, as well as shmearing some on his index and middle fingers. “Now, just a little pressure here, Mandy-girl,” he warned as he pressed his index finger against her rosette, hearing her keen long and low.
“Quiet, Mandy,” Aaron warned sharply.
Evan twirled his finger around, hearing Mandy’s loud sobs change as he manipulated her insides and forced her to accept this invasion. “Now, Mandy, if you had been quiet as a good ponygirl is supposed to, then I would have stopped right now,” he winked at Ted and Aaron. It was a mild stretching of the truth, but kept her from getting a good thrashing from her handlers, he hoped. “But because you cried out when you’re not supposed to, I’m going to have to add a finger into this naughty bottom hole of yours. It’s gonna stretch you out real good, and it isn’t going to feel very nice at all, but that’s the price you pay when you disobey.” He removed his first finger and lubed both up again – as well as his free hand for future reference – never wanting to take any sort of chance of injury. “You know better than to yelp or thrash around when you’re being attended to, don’t you? Well, now you know the consequences of doing so when you’re at the vet’s.” Even wrapped his middle finger over his index finger and slowly, carefully pushed them against her sphincter. It opened very reluctantly as Mandy cried pitifully while she was being violated. Evan kept up the pressure relentlessly until he was past the first knuckle on the bottom finger. “Oh, yes, this is just an awful, intimate, humiliating punishment, isn’t it? I wonder if you think it’s worse than getting a spanking from your grooms, hmmmmm?” Evan let his free hand reach up under her to tickle that still swollen female bump of hers. “You know you pay a price every time you do something naughty, don’t you?”
Ted and Aaron flanked her, each manipulating a breast in that excruciating way of theirs. Mandy’s sobs reached a fever pitch. She knew they were going to force her to pleasure again, and there was nothing she could do about it as the stranger behind her split her wide open on his huge fingers.
Evan did not stop pushing himself up inside her until he was in up to the first knuckles of his hand – and then he got all the way out and poked all the way in again, with much less involuntary resistance from Mandy. “That’s it – this is going to happen – and your body wants it to happen; you’re dripping your juices down into my hand, ponygirl. I’m gonna stretch out your bottom hole, Mandy, and I think you like this a lot.”
He began to fuck her then, there, where she least wanted him to, leaving and entering her fully each time for a long while until her sobs died down. Then he stood and inserted his fingers way up inside her, until he could go no further, and then he began to pulse in and out of her, right up against her anal ring. If Aaron hadn’t attached her reins to a toggle in the floor, she would have brought her head up at that.
She wished she could scream nooooooooooo at them, that she didn’t want to be anally raped and made to enjoy it, but that was exactly what was happening. Evan’s hand was nowhere near her clit any more, he was just standing behind her, driving his slick fingers into her tight little hole, and she was loving it – she was on the verge of an anal orgasm and she hated that fact, but she knew they would never stop until they reached their goal.
Evan kept up his forceful stabbing, knowing that she’d stretched and relaxed enough to allow him to be a little rougher with her. God he loved doing this to a pony – it was extremely rare to find one that was as easy to pleasure as this one – and to take such extreme pleaser at having two fingers up her bottom – his cock was bursting against his pants as he watched her heave and buck and twist and melt in the throes of the orgasm he drove her to, continuing to prod her hard throughout her contractions. “Ahhh, yes, that’s it. Isn’t it terribly humiliating to orgasm on someone’s hand in your butt? I wasn’t touching you anywhere else once I got inside there – that was all you needed was a good hard buttfuck – that’s what naughty little ponygirls get when they’re disobedient at their vet appointments.”
Finally, he withdrew and Mandy collapsed within her bonds, crying and shaking.
“She looks great, gentlemen,” Evan commented as he stripped off the KY covered gloves. “She needs to be bred. Mandy’s a magnificent animal – she should throw some great foals. But, as you’ve probably discovered, she’s at her best when she’s being serviced – one way or the other – or punished. I think you’ll find that she does best when she’s full of a little one, and/or seed from a stud. Once she’s in foal, you can even increase the servicing a little. You know that it’s great for a gestating mare to come a lot. Relaxes them. Increases endorphins. Gets them high naturally, and their responses tend to increase during pregnancy.” Evan patted Mandy’s bottom. “She’s gonna blow you guys away if she gets any more sexually attuned, huh?”
The men laughed and joked – about but not at her – while Mandy tried to recover. She was put back to bed directly afterward her examination and Aaron thought she looked exceptionally tired. When they groomed her later and took her temperature, they found it was up a bit, and during the night Aaron was hauled out of bed by a call from Ted who happened to stop by her stall from visiting another of his mares who had just foaled, and found her feverish and sick.
Mandy had never been so coddled in her life – she was put through another vet visit, but this time from a regular vet not an o.b., who pronounced that she had the twenty-four hour thing that was going around. Aaron and Ted stayed in the stall with her ‘round the clock, making sure she was scrupulously clean, offering clear liquids when her tummy settle down, which was rarely with this particularly virulent strain of flu. Aaron kept her head in his lap the whole time, stroking her cheek. When her fever spiked, they wiped her down with alcohol and popped nonasprin in the form of suppositories into her bottom, making her cry again.
Aaron felt like the most useless person in the world when one of his fillies was sick. He hated it, and when Mandy dissolved into tears as Ted medicated her, he nearly did the same. If it wasn’t because of pleasure or punishment, he had a horrible time dealing with a crying female, even a crying female ponygirl. “Shh-shh-shh, Mandy. It’s just some medicine to help your fever come down.”
Mandy lost track of time; she was so sick. There was just the consistency of Aaron or Ted always being there with a cooling touch when she was hot, or a hot touch when she was cold. It was two days before they were able to get her tummy to stop rebelling at even just water, and when the vet stopped by he frowned a lot after examining her and making her cry – even though he didn’t really do anything horrible to her – she heard that she might have to be taken to the infirmary if she didn’t start getting better because he was worried about dehydration.
Finally, Aaron gave Mandy a spoonful of vanilla yogurt, and it stayed down. Then he gave her a sip of water. And it stayed down. She seemed to be on the road to recovery, but she was so weak it took her several days to fully recover. The first day she was put back on her regular routine of training Aaron didn’t even put her in the paddock with the girls – that she still wasn’t socializing with anyway – but brought her back to her stall to rest before lunch, which turned out to be an excellent idea because as soon as he got her settled down on her blankets in the fragrant hay, she dissolved into tears of exhaustion. Aaron stayed with her throughout her rest, holding her and stroking her even after she fell asleep.
Ted, who had gone to see to his other girls, stormed into the stall when he saw that Aaron was back in the position he’d been since Mandy’d took sick.
“She’s fine, she’s fine,” Aaron whispered fiercely, knowing Ted had been at least as worried about their charge as he’d been. “Just a little overtired.”
Ted let the breath he’d been holding out explosively. “Poor baby.”