Almost like the change in the weather, a change had now come over the human pony barn. The mares seemed to be closer in friendship with one another, and each morning Ribelle would nuzzle and caress Allegria with her lips almost as if in thanks for their friendship. The ponygirls were worked much more inside and often in teams, Falla and Lucciola were like a matched pair, their legs in perfect synchronicity as Daniel often drove them around in the lightweight 4 wheeled Vis-à-vis, a type of very light and elegant carriage designed to hold two people and to allow horses to show off their fancy gaits. The carts, sulkies and carriages that were used for the human ponies of course were in perfect scale for human horses.
The next morning Daniel had Lucci and Falla in full fancy harnesses, bells on the rings in their nipples and large feathered plumes on their elegant bridles. These harnesses they wore were fancy patent leather harnesses glossed to a high shine with multiple silver studs and jewels adorning them.
Allegria was on all fours with the leather ‘gloves’ and the neoprene and leather knee guards. On her back was a very soft flannel blanket doubled over and astride her was Lena who just rode her gently around at a slow pace to give her exercise. Lena had noticed that Allegria’s wounds from her whipping had looked awful the next morning but had said nothing. In fact she had actually given Allegria the choice to not be ridden, but Allegria wanted it, wanted to show her thanks to Mistress Lena.
At the other corner of the ring, Valerio was tacking up the stallion Trevello to a type of heavy duty harness that was used for pulling. Thick logging chains draped around it and attached the human stallion to a wooden sled with nearly 300 lbs on it. Valerio was making the stallion drag the heavy weight to build up his muscles.
“In two weeks there will be a large show here.” Lena said as she rested her legs high up on Allegria’s shoulders, feeling the girls back bend seductively under her. “It’s why we are all working so hard, other Masters and Mistresses from all over will be arriving with their strings of ponygirls and stallions to compete in everything from dressage, sulky races, gymkhana, western reining as well as carriage and driving events.”
Now all this was making sense to Allegria, the additional training and honing the ponies.
“Once your back has healed more in a few days you will be getting a lot more training under mine and Carlos’ ass.” Lena laughed. “I want you entered in the 4 legged Dressage events and the 4 legged western reining events. Not too many ponygirls compete as not many can carry riders for very long on all fours, but…” and here Lena paused and began to caress Allegria’s red mane and powerful shoulders. “You are strong, and I never like to lose in my events. Since Carlos is so light as well, I think you will do just fine.” She smirked slightly and Allegria was truly honored that Lena was choosing her to ride instead of the male, Torello whom she usually rode either 2 or 4 legged.
Day by day both Allegria and Ribelle’s fight wounds and bruises had healed and by day five, even though there were some bruises on her back, there was no more pain. Ribelle was now allowed to often run free or socialize in the ring with Allegria as well as Falla, and the three girls often played tag, frolicked or spend time nuzzling and caressing one another with lips and whispering soft gossip in one another’s ears.
It broke Allegria’s heart as she could see all the old scars on Ribelle’s body, the multiple brands all up and down her right thigh and buttocks. Normally she had never been close enough to Ribelle to truly look at her, but even Ribelle’ back molars had been pulled and her ear’s notched. She was indeed a slave and treated cruelly at the hands of whatever Sultan’s and Master’s had owned her.
After Ribelle and Allegria had healed from their fight and subsequent punishment the Moradelli’s were determined to catch her and Ribelle back up to speed on the intense training.
After that day that Allegria had gotten in the fight with Ribelle, Valerio seemed to get over his anger and he treated Allegria as he always did, she was still his favorite. Right now Val had her in the ring on two feet schooling her in dressage and the elegant Spanish Walk, Piaffes and Levades while on the other side of the ring Lena was riding piggyback style on a special saddle, astride Torello who was running on two legs and jumping over low fences almost like a hurtle racer.
It was then Allegria glanced up and saw him, Furio!!! He had walked into the ring area with Luciano Moradelli and Allegria’s heart soared like a bird in flight. She couldn’t help herself as she trumpeted a loud excited whinny and then began to prance and fidget in place. Oh how she wanted to run to him, to nuzzle him to feel his hands stroking her, caressing her!
WHAP!! The harsh crack of both of the lunge whips hitting her legs with a harsh bite snapped her out of her excitement, “Bad, bad, bad.” Valerio said in a low voice, “I know he is here, but you are to concentrate on what you are doing, not show bad manners.”
Valerio relented though and he steered her over to the ringside where his father and Furio were standing and talking. “Hey, mio amico!” Val said in a good natured way, “You ready to see some of the moves we have taught your mare, ready for a mind blowing demonstration?”
Furio and Allegria’s eyes met and she could see a softening of his dark blue eyes as he glanced at her a moment. “Oh most definitely.” His warm Italian accent wrapped around her like a comforting blanket. “Buongiorno mio cavallo.” He soothed her and held his hands out to stroke her face.
It was then Allegria saw that his left arm moved slowly and with pain. He flinched unconsciously, but she could not see what the injury was as he was wearing a long sleeved shirt and his usual black leather jacket, his hair up in its normal tight ponytail. Her heart fluttered with worry, what had happened to him? She thrust her head against his chest gently as she breathed deeply of his scent, whickered gently and pressed herself carefully against him as his hands petted and caressed her. “You look so toned and strong, my mare.” Furio chuckled, “I much approve eh? Maybe you can carry me longer now.” He spoke to her in his low calming voice as he offered her a warm gummi bear on the flat of his palm. With excitement and longing for him she neatly scooped it from Furio’s smooth palm as she caressed his fingers with her lips.
“Valerio,” Luciano spoke to his son, “Go get Carlos and the dressage saddle, I will put her through her paces on two legs and Carlos can demonstrate her moves on 4 legs.”
Valerio nodded and handed the long reins to his father and the two lunge whips.
“We have her entered into the upcoming show.” Luciano said idly as he began to gather up her reins and the whips.
“No, no!” Furio said a moment, startled out of his reunion with Allegria, “I mean that is not necessary.” Furio quickly added.
“Nonsense,” Luciano absentmindedly waved his hand towards Furio, “Do you realize what a precious gem this one is? Very few females make good riding ponies and she has strength and endurance for certain moves that is astounding. I insist on paying the entry fees myself, consider it my gift to you Furio, this girl will bring some serious prestige to the Black Pine stables and to us, the Moradelli’s.”
Furio bit back any comment. How could he ever explain the real reason he didn’t want Allegria in the show, was that he didn’t want anyone who might be able to identify her to recognize her. It would mean a hornets nest of trouble for all of them if it was ever discovered that she had been kidnapped by him. “I think about it, Don Luciano.” Furio sighed as he continued to caress Allegria’s face as she nibbled gently on his fingers, kissing them and nudging him softly with her head.
“I think you will change your mind when you see what she has learned just in two weeks.” Luciano said with a wink. “Relax and watch your girl perform.” Now the master trainer himself manned her reins and steered her into the center of the ring, already the other ponies and their handlers had cleared out of the way so Luciano could do his demonstration.
And control her he did. Allegria was astounded at the calm but excellent way Luciano handled her reins, his firm gentleness, it was almost as if they were in synch with one another. Never did she dare to second guess him, nor did she need to. His signals to her were clear, gentle and very precise. On two legs with him 6 feet behind her, he had her do the elegant moves of the Spanish Walk, the elegant dance of the piaffe and even had her perform the Levade as she leaped up, both her legs kicking out in perfect unison like some ballerina dancer, or a diver in mid flight. He had her side pass, do extended and floating trots and a dozen other moves. With each gait, each exercise he commanded, Allegria performed as she had never performed before, every move precise, every nuance perfected. Toes pointed, head held at the correct angle, her posture straight and erect, naked breasts held out high as her muscles rippled fluidly along her body. She did all this because she knew Furio was watching and she wanted to make him proud, wanted him to crave her, to need her.
After Luciano had put her through her dressage paces on two legs, Valerio and Carlos now quickly stripped off her harness, dried off her body which was coated in a sheen of sweat and quickly began putting on the tight leather knee pads, the hand boots and a more thicker and formed saddle onto her back. Unlike the flat, leather saddle, this one was more fitted looking like a version that would be used on a horse, only built for a human back.
Allegria stole a few glances at her Furio and could see he was indeed proud and happy at her elegant moves. ‘Oh he looks so handsome standing there!’ Her mind reeled in want of him, ‘just the sight of you there brings me such arousal, such need of you. I have missed you so Furio, can you even comprehend how much I have missed you?’ But before she could stare at his handsome and muscular form anymore, a different bridle was slipped onto her head; this one had half blinkers on it, so she could not see him without blatantly turning her head. Valerio was already giving her a warning look, so instead she sighed quietly and just cooperated as they ordered her on all fours and continued tightening up the tack on her.
Carlos was wearing fitted riding breeches, English styled boots with dressage spurs, and an elegant and decorated shirt neatly tucked into pants at his trim waist. He had a crop in one hand and he now swung a leg over and sat on her back as Valerio stepped out over by Furio, as Carlos adjusted himself in the saddle. As taught, she bent her back beneath her, but the effect was lost with this stiffer more formal saddle on her. Carlos now had slipped his feet into the stirrup irons, stood up briefly in the stirrups and then sat down rather hard on her, making sure the saddle and tack was tight, and her back supple beneath him.
“Si, si me caballo gordita.” He stroked her briefly with a leather gloved hand. “We put on a good show for your Furio, Ok?” he whispered only to her ear. She snorted and nodded her head up and down answering him ‘yes’ and also looking like an eager horse ready to move and exercise.
Carlos was light, and like Luciano he was a master rider. He moved her out to the center of the ring and his spurs lightly touched her flanks, his crop would lightly touch her shoulder or his weight would slightly shift in the saddle signaling his commands. To someone watching it would look like he was merely sitting perfectly still upon her back, as she danced beneath him, but it was him controlling her the whole time. Again she performed the passo elegante, the piaffe, the side pass and some other moves, that could be done by a human on its hands and knees. No matter how a human tried it would never be as elegant as a true horse, but some equine moves could be imitated quite well.
After a brief 5 minute demonstration he pulled her up and quickly dismounted. He knew Furio would want time alone with her, and he didn’t want her too tired to carry her true Master.
“Come,” Valerio motioned to Furio and Carlos, “We’ll bring her into a private area where you can have some time alone with her, eh?” he winked.
“Thank you Val.” Furio nodded and the four of them walked down a hall to a room that was sometimes used as a secondary training area. This room was much smaller, only about 40 feet by 30 feet, and the floor was covered in firm gym type mats. Soft enough to give cushioning beneath a human horse that was on all fours, but firm enough it would not bog it down.
Carlos and Valerio had the saddle stripped off Allegria in 2 minutes flat and had put on just a halter with two reins clipped on it, but it had no bit. With a couple of smiled the two men left Furio and Allegria alone in the room.
Allegria had wanted to run and nearly leap on Furio, to hug him with all her might but she knew that was not proper horse like behavior; he had not given her permission to break from her horse persona.
“I had so missed you.” He pulled her close and now tilted her head up as his lips came down on hers with unbridled passion. Now her hands did come up and encircle him, hugging him tight. Their tongues entwined for several long minutes and he finally pulled back.
Standing there naked before him in all her glory, Furio already felt himself growing hard and aroused. The fetish and the want of this crashing over him like a tidal wave. “You ready for me to ride you, mio cavallo?” he smiled in a dark, possessive and yet sexy way.
She nodded and immediately sank down to her hands and knees as she watched him undress. As he slipped off his shirt she noticed a thick bandage on his upper arm that was wrapped tightly around it and had the stain of blood on it, she looked with concern at him.
“You no worry about that.” He said as he slipped out of his jeans and then his underwear, his cock at full mast. “Maybe we talk about that later, maybe not. Right now, all I want is to feel you, to claim you.”
He strode over to her, straddled her and sat down on her back, immediately she relaxed her back bending it so invitingly beneath his warm and hard ass cheeks. “Oh yes my beautiful Allegria.” He crooned caressing her shoulders with want and need of her, “I feel how strong you have gotten, I feel your wonderful back beneath me. I will see if the Moradelli’s have been building you up eh?”
At slightly over 185 Furio was a lot heavier than Carlos, Lena or Valerio. But the Moradelli’s had indeed been building up the muscles in her shoulders and back to allow her to carry more weight atop her and for longer periods of time.
Furio gripped her shoulders and briefly ground himself atop her, his head flung back, his body like iron bands of muscle as he enjoyed feeling his mare beneath him. Already pre-cum was dripping from the end of his stiff cock onto her back, so before he came in passion he decided he better ride her. To do what he had always wanted to do with her, what he had dreamed of doing for nearly 15 years once he found the right woman.
Picking up the reins, he lifted up his legs and then in a voice rough with arousal and excitement he ordered “Passo elegante.”
Like she had before, she threw her heart and soul into it, wanting to please him more than anything. She moved with perfection beneath him, her front feet/arms coming up and pointing out in the elegant Spanish walk, as her rear legs moved smoothly.
“Oh fuck,” he breathed in such pleasure, such awe of her beauty and of this whole experience. “You are so very beautiful, my bella Allegria.” He rode her in the passo elegante a few times back and forth and then halted her near the middle and now ordered her to do the Piaffe. The Piaffe, was basically a suspended trot, this meant that she stayed in one place, not moving forward but her arms and legs continued to dance beneath her doing a high stepping trot. It was a beautiful move and very arousing for a rider, especially if done correctly as the move was very smooth, the back of the steed moving just slightly, almost like the rhythm of a rocking horse.
She moved her legs and arms, dancing beneath the strong weight and muscular body of her Master Furio as she heard him groan atop her in complete passion and want. Now he was speaking in his usual Italian and it was driving her wild.
“Yes! Yes! Like that.” He ordered her; almost pleaded with her, “Make me cum on you mia bella cavallo!” She could feel his strong ass grinding back and forth in rhythm with her dance, his heavy balls bouncing arousingly against her, his weight rising and sinking with the movements of her arms and legs. She almost wished she could dance beneath him like this until she was utterly broken and exhausted beneath him.
It didn’t take him long to become aroused by her movements. A few seconds later as she pranced elegantly beneath him she felt his ass tighten up atop her, his legs nearly crush her ribs with their strength and his hot seed spurt in thick strings along her back as he came on her, his own hips now pumping and grinding harshly atop her.
Finally he ordered her to stop and just sat astride her bent back, both of them breathing deeply, panting in exertion and arousal. “So very nice, so very nice indeed.” He briefly wiped his cum off her back with a Kleenex and then sat back down on her and began to fondle her cunt behind him. Now it was she who arched her back, thrusting herself nearly backwards into his pleasuring fingers as she groaned with need.
He enjoyed riding her as he bought her pleasure, as he felt her lube begin to coat his fingers and trickle down her inner thighs. Unconsciously Allegria began to arch and relax her back in the move that Lena had taught her.
“This is new…” Furio chuckled gently as he rode her arching and relaxing back, “But I like, eh? Very arousing indeed, like a wild bronco.” He rode her back, grinding and humping himself to stiffness again as he bought Allegria to a shuddering orgasm beneath him. “Now I ride you another way!” and he got off her back and kneeled behind her, between her legs.
Grabbing her waist, he guided the head of his cock to her wet and wanting hole as he slipped into her hot, tight, wetness. Slowly at first, giving her time to adjust to his thick size, but once he was lubed up he could control himself no longer and he now pounded into her with a fury unmatched. His balls slapped roughly against her engorged clitoris as he rode her as harshly as a stallion, driving and pounding his cock into her with utter primal passion
Her head drooped forward, her red mane hanging demurely across her face and neck as he continued to pound inside of her. Again she could feel her orgasm building, could feel him growing harder inside her as he was getting ready to cum.
She had not lived with him and the Moradelli’s all this time without learning some very rudimentary Italian. With tears of happiness and love in her eyes she arched as she orgasmed and felt him cumming inside her. “Ti amo, mio Maestro.” (I love you, my Master) She moaned without even thinking, as she then screamed in ecstasy.
He continued to finish milking himself inside her for a few more thrusts until she literally collapsed beneath him. He flipped her over and sat on her stomach, his eyes like two blue-grey lasers that she could not read. “What did you just say to me?” he asked in a level voice.
Now her heart began to grow scared, she couldn’t read what was in his eyes, it was as if a wall had come up and prevented her from reading his heart or soul. Had she insulted him? Said the wrong words that would anger him or drive him away? A tear slipped from her cheek and she tried to look away.
His hand gently took hold of her chin and turned her face back to looking at him. Still he sat on her stomach, pinning her down even more with his weight. “What did you say, Sarah.” He used her human name now, “Do you even know the words you spoke in Italiano?”
“Yes,” she nodded, knew there was going to be no way out of this. She could only be honest with him and see how he reacted. “I said ‘I love you, my Master’ and I do. Never have I been happier in my life Furio, to have what we have together.”
He got off her now and sat next to her, his arms resting across his knees. His eyes looked into hers as if he was laying open her soul. “All of this?” he waved his hand briefly around the room, “I have taken you and made you mine, own you fully and yet you crave and love me for it?”
She nodded and now sat up and slid over to him, her head gently resting against him. “Yes Furio.” She whispered to him, “I don’t expect anything more than what you already give me, if you only knew how aroused it makes me to bring you pleasure, to feel you care for me as your cavallo, your pet. I know what you are and I respect it and I respect and love you. I cannot even imagine not pulling you in the sulky or carrying you on my back, or hearing that wonderful accent of yours talking to me in English or Italian.” She blushed now and stilled her mouth.
One of his hands came up and pulled her deeper against his chest, as he sighed deeply like the weight of a million decisions was on his mind. “I am touched and honored you give me that love and respect, Sarah.” He said quietly. “I crave you just as much. Never has any woman, lover or ponygirl touched me on so many levels. You feed my arousals and desires, you feed my heart as you look to me with total trust and you have shown me you indeed respect my world, after what happened that one day in the woods.” He alluded to the two assassins who he had killed. “For this very reason, I am going to give you the only gift I can, your freedom. I will no hold you hostage anymore…” he paused and looked away from her.
“Furio, no…Oh please no!” now tears were streaming down her face. Did he not want her anymore? Had she angered or disappointed him in some way? “I beg you, do not let me go. If you must, if you no longer love me, then…” She hesitated a moment and then barely whispered in his ear, “If you do not want me anymore, then I beg for the bullet from your gun in my head.” Her tears came faster, especially at his shocked reaction.
“I cannot live without you! I don’t want to live without you.” She shuddered. “I want to be your ponygirl for the rest of my life, to take care of you and to pleasure my Master.”
He soothed her hair, stroked her neck and shoulders for several long minutes. “I was not saying I did not want you bella Sarah, I desire you more than anything, want you to be my cavallo and pet more than anything. But I feel your words, your heart. If you are voluntarily giving yourself to me, then I accept. I will own you fully, but it must be voluntary, you understand? This is important to me now.”
She cupped his face and looked deep into those blue grey eyes, “Furio…” she whispered his name, kissed his cheek, “I am doing just that, giving my total mind, body and soul to you. You have tamed this horse and she can be with no other, does not want to be with any other. I will obey any orders you give, do anything you wish because I love you and want to.”
He nodded solemnly, but yet she could see that his eyes were filled with unspoken words of happiness, his heart touched deeply. She knew he would not say anything to her statement, he did not need to. Her ultimate gift to him touched him beyond anything he could say. “Will you bear my mark then?” he asked as he caressed her, “Wear my brand? Will you continue to trust me? Continue to obey my commands and yet allow me to care for you fully?”
“Forever, my Master.” She nuzzled alongside his neck, her lips nibbling up the muscular neck, smelling the familiar comforting scent of him as she rubbed against his shoulder, his face, his hair.
“Then you can enter the horse show. I will expect you to win.” He smiled playfully and pulled her onto his naked lap as their bodies held one another for several long minutes.
“What happened to your arm?” she finally dared to ask him in a low whisper for his ear only.
“Shhh,” he gently covered her lips a moment with his finger. “Is nothing. Is enough to know I took care of the problem that was bothering us. They are…” he paused a moment, “Eliminated now. One just got lucky and shot me, but it is healing well. You no worry about it.”
She nodded her head, “I understand.” She said and leaned in against him. She wouldn’t ask him about it anymore. “Furio, my Master…” she spoke hesitantly a moment. “This is a delicate subject, but I beg for you to indulge me a moment. If I am out of line I will drop it, I only ask you hear me out.”
“You may speak.” He said warily, “But I guarantee nothing.” hinting he was giving her permission to speak, but that he may not answer what she asked or wanted to know.
She nodded her understanding and then for the next several moments spoke in a whisper to his ear about Ribelle and her situation.
Furio gave a deep sigh after Allegria had finished and for the longest time he simply said nothing. He caressed her breast and absentmindedly fondled her nipples, but he said nothing to her. Allegria had told the story and knew there was nothing else to say, begging, pleading or prodding would only anger him. She had hoped that in her telling of the story she had been able to let her voice and heart explain how Ribelle loved Carlos the same way that she loved him. But now he had been silent for so long that she was beginning to think she had seriously overstepped her boundaries with Furio or else he simply had nothing to say on the matter.
“Do you think Valerio knows of this?” he finally spoke. “Who did Ribelle say knew?”
“I think only Carlos truly knows.” She said, “I honestly have no idea if Valerio knows or not.”
“Vaffanculo,” Furio briefly swore under his breath, “Why you lay this at my feet?” he asked almost sadly.
Allegria now caressed his shoulders, “Forgive me Master.” She spoke respectfully, “I did not mean to anger you, or put you in a dilemma…I guess.” She hesitated a moment as she looked at his handsome but now dark and stormy eyes, “My heart just wanted Ribelle to have what I have. A Master she truly loves and who loves her, one who will care for her as you do with me.”
He shook his head again, “I can no make any guarantees, you understand?” he cupped her chin almost roughly, “I will look into it, but you no bring it up to me anymore. You no bring it up to Ribelle or anyone else, anymore. Do you understand me clearly?” he asked.
There was no fear in her eyes, only love and respect for Furio. “I understand clearly, my Master, my love.” She said, “And I am grateful for your looking into it.” She kissed him tenderly on his hands and then backed away from him.
“I have to go now,” he stood up and quickly got dressed, “I have much to think about, questions to ask. I will come see you again in a few days.”
She watched his strong and attractive body as he nimbly got dressed and retied his ponytail; a part of her wished she could go with him to be at his side, to be back at their training shack. But she knew he had things to do and as he had said, this stable was the best place for her to stay right now and be trained. It was safe. And honestly in her heart she liked being trained and cared for here, she looked forward to the horseshow in a few weeks and to do her best.
“You are always with me.” Furio motioned her up to her feet and he caressed her a moment and then drew her naked body against his. She could feel the elegant feel of his leather jacket against her, the muscles flexing beneath his shirt. “Do you like being here?” he asked her honestly.
“Yes Master, I truly do.” She answered him.
“You will be branded within a few days.” He said as he kissed her briefly on the forehead, his fingers running along the straps of the halter that were around her face. “Be good girl, Allegria.” He spoke in a low voice, “I will consider what you have told me. But above all, know that you are now mine; you are under my protection my care. You belong to me in all ways.” He stroked her breasts one last time and then briefly crushed his lips against hers as he kissed her deeply, his tongue tasting the sweetness of her mouth, his hands cupping her body and her strong ass cheeks. And then, that quick he ended the contact and merely turned without another word and abruptly left the room closing the door behind him.
Allegria just lay there, her mind spinning with love, desire and want for Furio, and even hope that he could possibly help Ribelle. If anyone could help the enslaved ponygirl, it would have to be the same criminal underworld that had first kidnapped Ribelle.