From now on, Chantal found it difficult to do without her. Early each morning, she liked to go for a long drive on the brougham drawn by Louise. After a few kilometres to let her warm up, she made her show short bursts of speed on the track under the approving eye of Blaise. The girl was now very fit and had good stamina. Her buttocks and thigh muscles had grown and with the development of her muscles, she was now heavier, although there was not an ounce of fat on her.

She was ready to race. And Chantal had arranged for a competition.

One day, having been harnessed by Blaise Louise was led to the front of the terrace where a group of visiting pony-girls were standing. That day there were three other fillies, two blacks and a chestnut, already harnessed and waiting in front of their racing gigs. The other girls, like Louise, were shaven, leaving only a mane, which fell down onto their shoulders. Like Louise, they each had a leather harness, fitted with blinkers and a tail with their pierced breasts hanging free. All that is except for one filly, whose extraordinary bosom development would have prevented her from racing had they not been enclosed in a sort of wire cage, leaving the nipples free, but preventing these huge breasts from obstructing her from racing.

Louise came last onto the track. The appearance of a white caused a wave of satisfaction, which was evidenced by a round of applause from the company assembled on the terrace. Louise entered at a jog-trot, head high and proud, breasts bouncing to the same rhythm and the tail thrust into her base swishing. Louise had learned that it was advisable to well presented in order to provoke the excitement of the crowd.

Quickly, the girls were placed in their starting places and, with the starting pistol, they sprang forward. Louise endeavoured from the start to give of her best. Chantal, who was driving her, knew it and was using the crop only lightly on her. This was unlike the other jockeys who did not hesitate to use a long sharp prod that they used on the buttocks of the girls to make them work harder but which caused loud cries of pain.

In the last straight, Chantal whipped her up to her best speed and thought that they would carry the day. Louise ran quickly, with long strides, light and powerful. She achieved nearly twenty kilometres an hour and kept her lead over several hundred meters. However, a tall black filly, very slim, caught up with her. She was a fine, thin and well-shaped girl, with small breasts, although her nipples, pulled about and reddened by the reins, were prominent. Her jockey used the crop on her buttocks, which, each time generated a cry from the girl but which was accompanied at the same time by an abrupt acceleration. Thus, in a last effort, Louise’s adversary, forced to her maximum capability, crying with pain and with foam pouring from her lips, ended up winning by a short head.

Louise, in spite of her efforts had not been able to beat this thoroughly pushed girl. Even more than her mistress, she was disappointed: perhaps thinking that if, she also, had been treated so, she could have finished a fraction more quickly than the black girl. But she knew that her mistress made a point of not damaging her skin, unlike her competitor whose buttocks were in places bleeding from the many weals. Nevertheless for her first race, she had done well and, in return, Chantal rewarded her with tit-bits.

Louise was then regularly entered in races, usually driven by Chantal herself. She proved to be well adapted to trotting in harness and won races regularly. Both she and her mistress were proud when she took a lap of honour, her neck ringed by a chain of flowers, led by the stableman to the applause of the crowd!

One day her mistress let her to run as part of a team of six. That day, after being taken there in the horsebox, she was led into a courtyard and tied, like the others by her nose ring, along a bar. There were four males and another female. The latter was the young black girl who had beaten her in the race a few weeks before. As Louise had already noticed, her flanks were lined with scars, proof that her Master used her cruelly and did not withhold the riding crop during the races.

The males comprised three blacks and a white. All had shaven heads and were very muscular. When they saw the filly, two of the blacks showed their desire as much as their frustration while pulling on their nose-rings to get nearer to her. Louise tried to back away but the line, which connected her nostrils to the bar, left her little freedom of movement.

One of the males got so close to her that he tried to mount her in spite of her cries of fright, and it was only the arrival of Blaise who rained blows with his riding crop on the two men which kept them off her. Their stableman then approached Blaise, saying: “Don’t worry, they are geldings; the filly is not at risk!”

Indeed, when Blaise looked more closely at the three males, he could see that in spite of the excitement that tortured them, their members remained hopelessly soft and flaccid. Moreover, on closer inspection he saw that nothing hung from their bellies but this limp and useless appendage. Their scrotum and testicles had been removed and nothing remained there.

The stableman explained that in his racing stable, their practice was to castrate the males with a sharp knife on their arrival, in order to avoid any problems and to reduce their natural aggressiveness, especially when they were to run with females.

Reassured, Blaise left Louise accompanied by the four other mounts, while waiting for the race preparations to be finished The two black males continued to try to get to Louise, but they were quickly calmed and the small group waited quietly until they were wanted.

Louise tried to approach the young black filly, but she was distant and rather wild. She was nervous and kept shuffling her iron-shod hooves as she waited for the race.

Finally, the stable-hands came to prepare them. Louise was strapped in her usual harness which held her tightly and at the same time held her wrists and hands at the right height for the shafts of the carriage which she had to draw and which allowed her breasts with their rings to swing free so that the reins could guide her.

One of the hands had fixed the bridle on her head and the blinkers, which with others about her were more than ever useful. On the top of her head, he attached a red plume as he did with the five others. One of them had also inserted her tail in her anus in the hope of repelling the flies and other insects, which were attracted by her female secretions.

The other female, whose name Louise discovered, from the brand on her buttock, was “Gazelle II”, was equipped in the same way. Like all the black females that Louise had seen, she was tall with well-rounded buttocks. Her nipples carried large rings, which made it easy to control her. The men were also decorated with plumes and carried tails inserted in their anuses.

The two females were harnessed in front, the four men behind. The reins were attached only to the breasts of the two girls, the men being used simply to pull, whilst the females both pulled and guided the team. Thus organized they cut a fine figure, and when the coachman cracked his whip, they all started at a trot as they had been taught.

They were led in front of the platform where two other teams of six were waiting. Louise noticed that if there were males and females in a team then the latter were always a minority, she herself was the only white female in her team. This meant that she attracted all the stares and it was with much pride that she held her bust proudly and shook her mane and tail.

The teams were quickly aligned, the start given and the race began. The first part of the course being flat, the driver used the whip vigorously on the buttocks and the backs of the poor creatures in order to gain a lead before approaching the sloping ground.

Like its competitors, the carriage drawn by Louise and her companions carried the driver and three passengers, which made for a heavy load. The team struggled and the driver had to work hard to keep them going and yet to preserve enough of their strength to complete the course.

At the beginning of the final straight, their competitors were still in hot pursuit but the team was nevertheless still able to maintain a pace sharp pace although the men were sweating and the girls had blood on their breasts. Towards the tape the coachman made them redouble their efforts by giving blow after blow of the whip so as not to let themselves be caught. And at the finish the chests of the two girls crossed the line sufficiently ahead to make them the undisputed winner.

The driver was extremely satisfied with his them and particularly with Louise whom he repeatedly patted on the rump, making her squirm with pleasure in spite of the pain which came from her blood flecked breasts.