The days stretched into weeks then months for the four girls. The earlier humiliation they had felt over being kept naked had left them and was being replaced by feelings of pride in their steadily strengthening bodies. Their physical training continued on a daily basis, and although they didn’t necessarily like being made to run long distances and pull heavy things, they had begun to accept the fact that they had no choice about the matter. Their growing ability to more easily handle such exercise along with the ever increasing endorphin rushes that followed their efforts provided incentives to keep improving their performance.

Years ago, at Latkin’s urging, Randor had instituted a great variety of techniques into his training program. Very seldom were any of his girls given the same workouts twice in the same week. Latkin had originally learned from Grenmor that continuously repeating the same exercise routines did not produce results as quickly as did variety. Grenmor recognized and had taught Latkin that girls actually became bored when forced to repeat the same things day after day. Randor had his doubts as to whether or not lack of boredom was the cause of faster progress, but did not argue with the results that he saw. Randor’s sensitivity was such that he just did not like accepting the possibility that girls were as intelligent as they sometimes appeared. The idea of using other sentient beings as saddle and draft animals troubled Randor far more than it did the vast majority of elves who just considered riding unquestionably preferable to walking.

The day to day alternation between light and heavy work continued, of course, as trainers had known for generations that such programs, along with a steady diet of girl feed, clearly produced the results they wanted in their mounts and draft animals. Those elves who specialized in the training of stallions and geldings followed a similar regimen but with more emphasis on heavy work as males were more often used for draft purposes rather than riding. Also, the males’ diet, obviously, was based on a somewhat different feed formulation.

As the girls’ training progressed they were allowed some contact with the more experienced girls ahead of them in Randor’s training program. About once a week the four would be left with other girls in training out of earshot of any elves. This always resulted in conversations with the other girls and a sharing of much information about everything that was going on in the facility. Although none of the girls seemed to realize it, these meetings were not accidental, but were planned actions by the elves, themselves. All the girls seemed somewhat more relaxed and easier to train when such meetings were allowed than when they were skipped.

Although they looked forward to the times that they would get to talk with the other girls in training, it was far more common for Katryn, Lyra, Cynda and Madi to find themselves in the close proximity of Vixin, Berin, Lacie and whatever girl Rolf was riding at the time. Much to Cynda’s relief, the large breasted black had been sold at the last auction sale, and for a very good price. Since then, Rolf had made a practice of selecting different girls to ride when training Cynda with the hopes of avoiding any recurrence of her earlier jealousy, which seemed to work.

When they were first left alone with the elves’ mounts, the four had attempted to talk with them only to be quickly rebuffed by Vixin, Berin and Lacie. Although Vixin rarely took her bright green eyes off of Little Red whenever they were together, she and the others rarely responded to any of the new girls’ attempts to communicate. Conversation between girls whenever elves might be in the vicinity was definitely discouraged by Randor as, in general, elves disapproved of their mounts conversing. Randor took great pride in training his girls accordingly. Vixin, Berin and Lacie took their training very seriously.

Chosen Girls like Vixin, Berin and Lacie tended to ignore attempts to communicate by any girls that were still in training as being something beneath them. Chosen Girls were special and at the very top of the rather structured society that existed among the Elves’ saddle girls. In addition to the marks tattooed on their right shoulders identifying them in general as elven property, Chosen Girls such as Vixin, Berin and Lacie also wore additional tattoos on their right flanks that identified them as the property of their specific owners. Only those special girls whose owners planned to keep them all of their lives were accorded such an honor, and such marks were a source of great pride for those girls fortunate enough to wear one.

As with most of the elves’ saddle girls, Katryn, Cynda, Lyra and Madi wore only the marks on their right shoulders that had been put on them the second week that they were in Randor’s stable. Being marked like animals had, at the time, been a source of great humiliation for the four as had their nakedness. However, as they began to realize that every girl they saw was both naked and similarly marked, the humiliation began to fade. Although they did not yet think of themselves as animals in relation to elves, they were beginning to accept the fact that elves were really in total control of them and were, at the very least, their masters.

During their second month of training the effects on the girls of their feed and exercise regimen were really beginning show results. All of the intended effects were clearly becoming obvious both to the girls and to their trainers. The increase in the girls’ strength was easily recognized in their muscles and whenever they were harnessed to draw heavy loads. Their speed and endurance when running had also increased to the point that they could almost keep pace with trained girls for limited distances when on the track. Also, by their second month the girls’ sexual interests had fully returned and were beginning to exceed what they had been prior to receiving the Elders’ primitive contraceptive herbs. As they approached the third month of their training the girls’ sexual needs had increased to the point that it was affecting their ability to focus on much else and was having a negative effect on their training.

Randor and Latkin conferred as to when a visit to Glynda’s might be in order for the girls and decided that it was about that time. Instead of just taking all of them together to Glynda’s they decided that using the visits on an individual basis to reward especially good behavior and performance would have a greater impact on the fillies.

Due to her continuous efforts to please Rolf, Cynda was the first of the four to get to visit Glynda’s. Rolf had fallen into an almost daily routine of taking the big chestnut around the grounds for a short bareback ride after her evening cleanup and feeding. Cynda’s affection for the young elf had developed to the point that, although tired from her training, these short rides had become the high points of her day. Still following Randor’s suggestion, Rolf would not mount and have her lift him from a kneeling position for fear of straining her knees. He had, though, taught her to crouch like Berin did for Latkin so that he could vault lightly onto her bare back for their evening rides.

Following one particularly strenuous day of training, instead of the evening ride around the grounds, much to her surprise, Rolf guided Cynda out through the gate and through the streets on the short trip to Glynda’s. Although rather nervous and jumpy from her sexual needs, the big filly still wanted to show Rolf how fast she could run and how smoothly she could carry him since he was riding her bareback. She kept straining against her bit to run, but Rolf held her down to a brisk walk as the young elf would still take no chances on letting this girl injure herself by rushing her training.

Rolf had felt a certain fondness for the big chestnut the first time he saw her at Bothar’s a few months earlier. This fondness had grown when she had become the first girl whose training he became personally responsible for upon his promotion from handler to trainer. As Cynda’s training progressed rapidly under Rolf, he grew more and more attached to the filly. This caused him a certain amount of genuine concern as Rolf clearly understood that Cynda belonged to Randor and that she was being trained in order to be sold when her training was completed.

Cynda had initially been drawn to Rolf as she noticed his reluctance to use a whip on her. She worked very hard to please him by attempting to do everything that she thought he wanted, hoping that he would protect her from the older elves that she had, at first, greatly feared. As her training progressed, Cynda finally realized that none of the elves wanted to hurt her. Unlike many other girl trainers, Randor’s training methods, as learned from Latkin, did not rely on fear and the whip, but rather on gentle firmness. Whips and crops were used, of course, when driving or riding girls but, like spurs, were only used as a means of focusing a girl’s attention and encouraging additional effort rather than causing any real pain. By the time that Cynda realized that she did not need Rolf’s protection, the feelings that she felt for the young elf had developed into a strong genuine affection. Unknown, of course to Rolf, Cynda had even allowed herself to fanaticize about some day wearing his personal mark tattooed on her right flank.

From her conversations with other girls more advanced in their training than she, Cynda was well aware that the elves, on occasion, provided release from the intense sexual tensions that built up in a girl’s body as a result of supplements in her feed. For several weeks, now, she and her three friends had been wondering, “When will it be our turn?” Cynda had seen Glynda at Randor’s several times since she and her friends had been brought there following their capture. All of the girls in Randor’s compound were well aware of the services that Glynda provided, and all looked forward to visiting her stables. On most of her visits of late, Glynda had arrived aboard an absolutely magnificent and impressively endowed Ebony stallion named Voden with very dark brown skin that rippled with muscles and positively glistened when he sweated. Just the appearance of this incredible creature excited all of the girls in Randor’s facility including even the elves own very experienced and superbly trained mounts. Whenever she visited his place riding Voden, Randor jokingly accused Glynda of doing it just to excite his girls and drum up more demand for her stallions’ services. Randor was not entirely wrong as just seeing Voden certainly got most girls’ juices flowing.

On her last few visits, the beautiful female elf would ride Voden to wherever the four new fillies were being trained that day and simply sit in the saddle and watch. Glynda was definitely impressed by the progress of all of them, but her attention was always drawn to the little freckled light roan that seemed to want to compete in whatever she was being made to do.

From talking with the more experienced girls being trained at Randor’s, Cynda certainly knew who Glynda was and what services her stables offered. She also was well aware of her own intense need for such services. Of course up until now, the big chestnut had never been to Glynda’s place so had no idea where she was going nor where she was when she and Rolf arrived there. She certainly got her hopes up, however, as Rolf rode her through the front gate and up to a two story building. As they had come through the stable yard, Cynda had seen that there was a large fenced paddock and several stables behind and somewhat to the side of the main building. In the fading twilight, Cynda thought that she had seen a human male looking out through barred windows of what might have been a stall in one of the stables.

Riding up to the front of the big building Rolf reined the filly in, slipped off her bare back and tying her reins to the hitching rail walked into the building. Cynda considered what she thought she had seen as they had crossed the stable yard and hoped that it had not been just her imagination. The possibility that she might be about to get the relief she needed so excited the filly that, although tied to the rail by her bridle, she literally could not stand still but began a constant pacing in place as she waited.

Inside the front room of Glynda’s house that served also as the office for her business, Rolf greeted Glynda respectfully as was to be expected given her stature in the girl training community. When a bit younger and prior to starting her very successful service business, Glynda had achieved considerable fame as an expert trainer in her own right. She was also quite famous for her ability as a wild girl rider who could ride the fight out of and break the wildest and most rebellious girls.

Glynda had ridden Voden over to Randor’s earlier that day and he had told her to expect Rolf this evening bringing the big chestnut to her stable for the night. Glynda knew that this would be the filly’s first time with one of her stallions since being brought to the village almost three months ago. She had also observed the tension and jumpiness that the chestnut had displayed this afternoon whenever anywhere near the big Ebony stallion.

Glynda knew that Cynda’s needs were great and would not be satisfied either quickly or with a single experience. She had decided that the chestnut would be serviced best by Lindo, one of her young but very experienced brown stallions. Lindo did not have “equipment” to match that of Voden, nor the physical perfection of Tor, but had three qualities that surpassed those of the rest of Glynda’s stable of stallions. These were his sexual appetite, remarkable staying power and amazingly short recovery time. Glynda knew that if she was correct as to the level of need she saw in Cynda, the filly would be thoroughly satisfied tonight and her training progress would improve markedly the next day as a result.

Although his formally polite greeting was directed at Glynda, Rolf could not keep from looking over at Binda, a very attractive young female elf that was standing somewhat behind and to the side of her employer, smiling shyly at him. Glynda smiled and pretended not to notice the straying of Rolf’s attention while she addressed the business at hand.

“Now this is that new chestnut filly that Randor captured along with that little light roan and the two blacks isn’t she? As I understand it, you have been training her yourself as your first charge since being promoted to trainer; is that right?” Glynda asked.

“Yes, Miss Glynda, and she’s been coming along very fast. She’s so big and strong and gentle with me that Mr. Randor had me start riding her a little right from the first week we had her. I rode her over here tonight, you know,” Rolf answered.

“But I’m sure Mr. Randor told me earlier today that he wanted you to leave her here overnight. How do you plan to get home? It wouldn’t look too good, you know, for one of Mr. Randor’s trainers to be seen on the streets on foot,” Glynda responded with mock concern.

“I don’t have a stallion free tonight to loan you,” she went on. “I guess you might try riding Thim, my draft gelding I suppose. He doesn’t take to the saddle very well, but maybe you can handle him,” She said barely able to suppress her laughter.

“Well, Miss Glynda,” Rolf replied thinking quickly. “I had planned to stay over and spend the night in your stable. I thought I’d like to keep an eye on the chestnut just to make sure she’s alright, this being her first time and all.”

“That won’t be necessary. I’ve got her paired with one of my gentlest stallions,” Glynda replied. “He’s one that really knows how to treat a lady.”

“I’ll just hitch up Thim to a buggy and drive you home. You can ride one of Randor’s other girls back over in the morning and just lead your chestnut back. I guarantee that she’ll be the most contented and obedient filly you can imagine by morning,” Glynda said as she pretended to look for her driving gloves in order to leave.

“Oh No; Miss Glynda,” Rolf said in a near panic. “I really would feel better if I stayed. The chestnut has become almost like a pet to me and I’d like to be the one to take her in to be with your stallion. That way she might get the idea that I had something to do with all the fun she’s sure to have.

“Well, since you put it that way, it’s probably not a bad idea,” Glynda answered. “Why don’t you go ahead and take her to the stable right now. I’ve got her scheduled with Lindo for the night and he’s in stall six in stable one. You’ve seen him before. I think you used to bring that big chested black to see him before she was sold; didn’t you?”

Yes, Miss Glynda,” he said, disappointment and frustration almost dripping from his voice as he looked forlornly at Binda.

“Well, that’s settled then. We’ll see you in the morning for breakfast,” Glynda said cheerily as she stood waiting for him to leave.

As Rolf walked out of the door, Glynda suddenly called to him, “It’s a lot more comfortable and private if you sleep in the loft instead of down in the stable. There’s lots of loose straw up there and you can still look down to check on your chestnut.”

“Thanks, Miss Glynda,” Rolf replied.

As Rolf was closing the door behind him, his heart leapt as he heard Glynda say, “Binda, let me go get a couple of blankets for the two of you. I know from experience that straw definitely starts to itch after a bit.”

As he walked over to untie Cynda from the hitching rail, Rolf could hear the two female elves laughing. As he started toward the stable leading the big filly, Rolf heard the door open and close behind him followed by the sound of Binda’s feet running to catch up. He stopped and waited as Binda approached smiling beautifully with a pair of blankets over her arms.

“You two sure had your fun with me,” he said with only a trace of irritation.

“Oh, Rolf, you’re so wonderfully old fashioned. Miss Glynda has known about you and me for the past six months,” she said. “She thinks that it’s great especially since you were promoted to trainer. I guess she figured things out when she noticed that it always seemed to be you who brought Mr. Randor’s girls here to visit her stallions.”

With Rolf leading Cynda, the two elves walked together to the stable’s large open door and stopped in the pool of light coming from the lanterns hanging inside.

“I guess that this is the big chestnut you’re always bragging about. She’s really a beauty and looks to be everything you have said and more,” Binda said as she patted the filly gently on her bare rump. “You’ve been telling me how me you started riding her a little right from the start, and have been riding her almost every day, since.”

Binda conducted a quick examination of Cynda walking around the girl while feeling first her muscular calves, thighs and back followed by her narrow waist and wide hips.

“Do you think she might let me ride her a little? I’d love to try; she’s such a gorgeous animal,” She asked. “Do you think it would be alright with Mr. Randor? I promise not to run her or anything like that.”

“I’m sure Mr. Randor wouldn’t mind you weigh so little, and I think that she might let you once she gets to know you better. Why don’t you try making friends with her?” He said. “Let me get her on her knees so that you can give her back and shoulders a good rub, and her head a good scratching under her bridle. She loves it when I do that.”

“Why don’t we wait until tomorrow,” Binda suggested. “Right now, I think she’s got other things she’d much rather do than be introduced to me.”

Binda, like Rolf, was learning the business from her employer and was already quite adept at recognizing a filly or mare’s “body language”. Binda could see that Cynda was aware of the presence of stallions in this stable and that the filly’s hormones were fast taking control.

“Why don’t we take her to Lindo’s stall and quit making her wait for what she needs so badly? It’s the third one on the left. Lindo is very well behaved and will stand back and wait for her,” Binda said. “I’ll open his stall, and you can lead her in. Don’t forget to take off her bridle, though before you leave her so she’ll be free to use her mouth for other things if she wants.”

As soon as Binda unlocked and opened the door to Lindo’s stall, Cynda almost bolted through the opening, and it took his quick reflexes for Rolf to stay ahead of the filly. Once inside, it was all the young elf could do to get her to kneel long enough for him to remove her bridle. As Rolf stepped back through the door, Cynda approached the stallion as he stood waiting in the center of the large stall, and proceeded to walk around giving him a thorough inspection. Evidently liking what she saw, Cynda stepped close and began to rub her body against Lindo who responded quickly with a large erection.

Cynda was almost as tall as Lindo and was already showing considerable new muscle development from her training and diet. However, there was no question which of the pair possessed superior strength. He, like all of Glynda’s stock was exercised regularly and worked strenuously to maintain his strength and muscular definition. Glynda was well aware that to perform their main function in her operation, her stallions needed to be kept in top physical condition and appearance, and Lindo certainly qualified well in both areas.

As she rubbed against Lindo’s hard body and erect member, her own body was literally quaking from need. With his considerable experience in such matters, Lindo quickly realized that further delay was not what this girl wanted right now. Using the greater freedom of arm movement allowed by his special harness, he grabbed the girl by her upper arms and lifting her slightly lay her back on the deep straw covering the floor of his stall. Dropping down on top of her, he slid himself into her already sopping vagina and then froze and waited. Not knowing quite why he suddenly stopped upon entering her, Cynda took over and began to thrust her hips with abandon against Lindo. Seeing that she was really ready, he reciprocated in kind and the pair became quickly lost in their passion.

“Well, I guess she’s going to be OK,” Binda said with a wink at Rolf. “I really think you can safely leave her now,” she added closing and locking the stall door. “Now what was that that Miss Glynda said about the loft being more private?”

Rolf and Binda enjoyed a most passionate night in the loft, especially with the blankets that Glynda had furnished to avoid itching from the straw. Although they tried to match the efforts in the stall below, the young elves fell asleep after three encounters while Cynda demanded five from Lindo. Both pairs, however, enjoyed a morning recurrence of the previous night’s endeavors just before dawn.

“I think I heard my chestnut and your stallion going at it again last night after we gave up and went to sleep,” Rolf said to Binda as they were climbing down from the loft.

“You mean twice more,” she replied as they stood on the stable floor next to the ladder. “You were asleep and missed the last time.”

“Twice more!” Rolf exclaimed. “Counting this morning, that’s six times altogether in just over eight hours. Maybe I need to try eating some of that stallion feed.”

“I thought that chestnut of yours was going to wear my poor Lindo out the last time she crawled on top of him, but he rose to the occasion, as they say,” Binda chuckled.

“She’s not my chestnut, but I wish she could be,” Rolf said wistfully. “I’ve been saving everything that I can to buy a girl of my own, but I doubt that it will be enough to buy her. She’ll be ready for sale in about three months and I’m sure she’ll bring quite a price.

“She is a beautiful animal,” Binda replied. “She won’t go cheap, that’s for sure.

“Well, let’s take them out for relief then get them cleaned up and fed,” Rolf changed the subject. “We’ll still have a little time to see if the chestnut will let you ride her a bit after breakfast, then I’ll have to be getting back. This will be a day of running for her and I don’t want her to miss any of her training.”

“After last night she may be a little tired for lots of running, today, but I will guarantee you that she’s going to be relaxed at whatever you have her doing,” Binda said with a smile as the two opened the door to Lindo’s stall and walked in.

Lindo and Cynda had heard the two elves coming and were kneeling together near the center of the stall. Binda quickly slipped a bridle on Lindo as Rolf did the same with Cynda. Still kneeling, Lindo lowered his back further for Binda to mount, while Cynda rose to her feet then crouched for Rolf to do the same. Mounted, they rode from the stable to Glynda’s relief sight at the back of her compound and, dismounting, allowed the filly and stallion to take care of their bodily requirements unencumbered by a rider.

When Cynda and Lindo had completed their morning ritual, the elves led then away from the shallow trench. It was barely light out and the rest of Glynda’s stable of stallions were still in their stalls, so the trench would not be “flushed” until a bit later in the morning. Elves, being very practical creatures, were careful to avoid waste of any sort including, most especially, water.

As he was being led from the trench beside Cynda, Lindo leaned his head over and nuzzled the big chestnut, and she immediately returned the act of affection by nuzzling him back.

“Did you see that?” Binda exclaimed. “I’ve led Lindo here in the morning with dozens of fillies, and he’s never done that to even one of them before. I think he’s really found a friend in your big chestnut. I’ll let Miss Glynda know so that the next time you bring her, she’ll put them together.”

“Good for her,” Rolf replied. “I’m happy she found a friend.”

Rolf was happy for the big filly but, at the same time, had a strange flash of emotion that could only be described as jealousy toward the stallion, but as soon as he looked at Binda the feeling passed. Back at the stable the elves unbridled, fed and watered the two and, leaving them in Lindo’s stall, walked to the main house for their breakfast. When they returned they quickly noticed that Cynda and Lindo had not only finished their meal, they had engaged in “one for the road” as well.

“Well girl, you sure know what you like to do,” Rolf said shaking his head. “You will be coming back here, you know. You didn’t have to do it all at one time”

Cynda certainly didn’t understand what the elf was saying, but she did know that he was the one who had brought her here and, as such, was partly responsible for how good she felt this morning. Without any command, she dropped immediately to her knees so that Rolf could buckle her bridle on her. However, instead of having the girl get to her feet then crouch for mounting, Rolf called Binda over and handed her the reins.

“Why don’t you let her get to know you then let’s see if she will let you ride her?” Rolf said softly to Binda.

“I’d love to,” she replied to Rolf.

Then, lowering her voice, Binda began to speak soothingly to Cynda. “How are you big girl? You look like you feel much better this morning than you did when you got here last night. Did you and my friend Lindo, here, have a good time? You are one beautiful animal.”

Binda’s had several years of experience as a handler working with Glynda’s stallions. Her job, though, also required that she handle the many fillies and mares that were brought to them for servicing. As such, Binda was very good at “introducing” herself to a wide variety of girls and quickly gaining their confidence so that she could control them with ease.

Standing on Cynda’s left side and taking the reins in her left hand, Binda began patting and stroking the girl’s left shoulder as she slowly stepped in front of her to look her in the eyes. Cynda, upon looking directly at this lovely young elf, was at first pleased by her attentions and responded with a friendly shake of her bridled head. Then she recalled what she had heard occurring in the loft the previous evening and was suddenly struck with feelings not unlike the strange jealousy that Rolf had felt earlier towards Lindo.

The big filly suddenly glared at Binda and quickly rising to her feet, stepped back pulling tension on her reins. Binda held firm halting the girl’s backward movement all the while continuing to talk softly to her.

“That’s alright girl, let’s just take a little time to get to know each other. I’m not going to hurt you, I just want you to take me for a little ride, that’s all,” Binda cooed.

Cynda continued to pull against the reins but the pressure that the bit exerted on her lower jaw was quite different from pulling back against a lead on her collar. Cynda was not willing to pull hard enough to hurt herself, so just maintained tension on the reins as Binda continued holding them. At this point Rolf took hold of Cynda’s reins right below her chin and while stroking the big filly’s right shoulder, tried to pull her into the crouching position he had taught her to assume for his ease in mounting her. Cynda resisted his pull and remained standing almost fully erect.

“Slip behind her and put your hands on her hips,” he said softly to Binda who quickly complied. “I’m trying to get her to crouch down to make it easier for you to mount.”

That’s alright,” she said. “I can just vault on to her back if you can’t get her down. What worries me, though, is how am I going to control her if I don’t have the reins?”

“Grab her mane as soon as you are aboard,” he answered. I’ll keep holding her here until she gets used to you and calms down a bit. “Just sit there for a while and give her a chance to feel your weight and get used to you. As soon as she relaxes I’ll hand the reins back to you over her head. At first, though, I’ll keep hold of her here. It may even be a good idea for me to lead her around the stable yard with you on her back a few times to begin with.”

“OK, let’s give it a try. I do so want to ride her, she’s such an incredible creature,” said Binda.

As Binda put her hands on the big chestnut’s hips in preparation to vaulting on to her back, the filly shied and started to turn away from her.

“Stop that, girl,” Rolf stated with a good deal more firmness in his voice than he generally used when talking to the filly. “Binda’s my friend and you’re embarrassing me acting up like this.”

Cynda suddenly stopped here rebellious behavior, shook her head slowly up and down, hesitated for several seconds then dropped into a crouch. Both elves were amazed at the filly’s sudden change in behavior.

“Good girl, good girl,” said Rolf, again stroking Cynda’s shoulder. Binda said the same while patting her on the rump then following a slight vault, settled herself on the filly’s bare back. Rolf handed her back the reins, and turning the big chestnut, Binda rode her from the stall and out into the stable yard.

“She neck reins, by the way,” Rolf had said to Binda when she had mounted the big filly. “As a matter of fact she learned that the very first time I rode her. She’s really very smart.”

Both elves wondered about the sudden change that had come over the chestnut. What neither elf had seen, however, were the look of disapproval Cynda had received from Lindo and the very pronounced side to side shaking the stallion was doing with his head. He had made it clear to Cynda that he was not happy with her behavior and that she should do whatever it was that Binda wanted her to do. Cynda’s feelings toward Lindo were such at this time that had he asked her to fly she would have tried her best.

Lindo was very fond of Binda as she was definitely the most caring of Glynda’s handlers. Binda always made sure that the stallions all got the morning exercise that they so enjoyed. She always seemed to have treats for them and saw to it that they always got cleaned up and rubbed down at least once a day even if she had to do more than her share of that work. Most important to the stallions, though, was Binda’s intuitive ability of being able to tell when a stallion had had enough of fillies and mares for a bit and made sure that they got a break from their duties. Binda, even more so than Glynda, could read the body language of humans and tell when individual females needed sexual release and individual males needed a break from providing it.

Binda rode Cynda around the stable yard for about fifteen minutes before returning her to Rolf. The ride was uneventful and the filly responded perfectly to the bit in her mouth and the light slaps of the ends of the reins on her right shoulder or flank. Upon dismounting the pretty young elf patted the big chestnut on her rump and continued talking to her in the low soft tones as she had while riding her. Cynda found the sound of Binda’s voice equally as soothing as she did when Rolf spoke to her. She still could not understand what the elves were actually saying, but had begun to recognize certain sounds that were repeated such as the elf words for “good girl”, which Cynda heard often.

In a spot shielded from view, the two young elves shared an obviously passionate embrace before Rolf mounted Cynda and rode her out the gate at a light soft jog. A full or fast trot was a rather uncomfortable gait for a bareback rider as it tended to be rather bouncy and without a saddle and stirrups the rider could not absorb the shocks into his or her legs. As Rolf was riding her back to Randor’s the chestnut kept trying to increase her pace, but Rolf continued to hold her back. Cynda wanted very badly to break into a full flat out run. She could not remember ever having felt so good physically as she did this morning. She wanted to get back to tell her friends what had happened to her and, if the truth be known, bask somewhat in their envy.

Even though she felt absolutely wonderful this morning one nagging thought plagued her. Cynda had somewhat accepted her position with elves in general and with Rolf in particular as a sort of master-slave relationship. She remembered that her position in the Elders’ compound had been virtually the same and that, on the whole, they were cruel and demanding masters. Although the physical demands were often strenuous, as masters, the elves she had come to know had all been kind and gentle with her. As such she had sub-consciously come to accept her position as slave to these creatures. Sometimes, especially when Rolf was riding her, she had felt the whole thing strangely erotic.

This morning had changed Cynda’s feeling about her position with regard to elves. Nothing mean or cruel had been done to her by the fact that Binda had ridden her as she had. Quite the contrary, she knew that the pretty young girl elf had shown herself to be a skilled rider with a very soft hand on the bridle. She had never used any more bit pressure than was needed to communicate what she wanted. Her light taps with the ends of the reins on Cynda’s shoulder or flank had been nothing more than non-verbal commands, never producing even the slightest pain. Throughout the ride Cynda had responded perfectly. The girl elf was even lighter than Rolf and had felt almost like nothing on her ever strengthening back, but that was not what bothered the girl. This morning for the first time, Cynda had been made to realize that any elf who wanted to might ride her. Deep down in her mind the thought was forming that she was not a slave to these creatures, but only an animal. Yes, Cynda did have a lot to talk about with her friends.