April had left me alone. The day seemed to have been moments of intense humiliation accompanied by wonderful sexual stimulation (and frustration at times) separated by long moments of waiting alone. It seemed I was in for more waiting.
It was definitely a moment of frustration. April had worked me up to a frenzy and left me hanging again.
I tried rocking back and forth a bit to see if it would bring any friction to bear on my clitoris. I tried to hump from side to side too, but nothing worked enough to bring me to completion, all it did was continue to leave me frustrated.
I don’t know how long I lay there splayed open on the frame, but after a while I found myself dozing and having strange erotic daydreams combining traditional fantasies and the various events from the day. I guess I was tired out, at least emotionally – though the physical activities had also been quite wearying.
One of the dreams returned me to the embarrassing examinations from Novice Row, I dreamt of people discussing me in the slightly distant way that they had, as if I were just livestock or not present. I can’t remember all of the dreams, but I do remember when I came back to reality with an almighty bump and discovered that I was once more extremely aroused.
I was awoken from my stupor by a hand touching my exposed pussy, gently caressing my delicate petals. At the same time I realised exactly who it was since he was talking.
“Hi Andrew, it’s me Richard.” Mr. Stirling was standing right behind me, touching me, and it seemed that he was talking on the phone with Mr. Hanson. I immediately pushed myself forward away from his insistent fingers. Of course they followed.
“Yes, I just wanted to check that you got home all right. Justin said that he’d dropped you off.” There was a pause in the conversation, obviously Mr. Hanson was saying something. “It’s better to be safe than sorry, after the amount of champagne we drank it was best to get a lift rather than drive yourself;” “No problem, I wanted to say thank you.”
He continued to make small talk, saying what a great deal it was and he was extremely pleased that it had all gone smoothly. It seemed so incongruous for him to be having what seemed like a perfectly normal conversation, meanwhile his fingers were busy fiddling away at the exposed vagina of a naked and bound woman.
“Yes, April told me that she saw Isabelle home safe and sound and told me that she’d had a wonderful time.” I grunted into my bit, I wanted to shout that it was a lie.
“No, it won’t affect her position. I promised you that I would honour everyone’s contracts for at least a year after the deal was signed and I fully intend to do that. Today’s made no difference to that whatsoever. From what I’ve seen of Isabelle,” he trapped my clitoris between his thumb and forefinger as if to emphasis his point, “she’s a quick learner and perfectly suited to the role I have for her. I’m perfectly happy for her to remain in the position she’s currently in.” He squeezed gently on my held clitoris and I couldn’t help moaning through my bit. I bucked and bounced on the horse but couldn’t shake him off.
Hearing him chatting so casually with Mr. Hanson while he masturbated me was driving me crazy. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter by the moment as he stroked me.
“Well I had better go, I’ve got plenty to do tonight before retiring to bed – fingers in pies as they say.” He laughed when he said that and I felt his fingers rubbing my own lubrication around my rapidly swelling pussy. The folds of my thickening labia running between his fingers. He teased them apart and then rubbed a fingertip across my clitoris once more, eliciting a loud moan from my lips, before teasing right at the entrance to my virgin vagina.
“Right, well have a good holiday and enjoy spending my money! Bye.”
“Hmm, yes I do like you in this position,” he was clearly addressing me now, “and it’s obvious that you like it too.” His fingers were moving more rapidly now and I could hear the wet sounds as they played on my sensitive intimate flesh.
“It seems that you’ve been a naughty filly, not doing what your groom told you eh?” I felt him trace his slippery fingers over my still smarting cheeks. “Well you’ll soon learn, especially once you’ve been properly broken in.” As he said that he returned his hand to my pouch and captured my clitoris between two fingers once more. He rubbed it back and forth with a small movement and pressed his palm right against my thick labia. It was enough though to send me rushing back towards the frustrating peak that April had had me circling earlier.
“I am sure that you’re a little confused by everything that’s happened today, so I think I’d better explain some thing.”
“Firstly let me reassure you, I wasn’t lying to Andrew when I said that I would honour the terms of the sale. You will continue to be employed by me as per the contract you had with him at the time of the sale.”
He began to push more firmly against my pubis as he explained, setting up a slow rocking rhythm on the strange stand to which I was bound. Each push ground my soft pussy right against my pubic bone and edged me nearer and nearer to yet another orgasm.
“Oh wait a moment, I’ve just realised something,” he said with mock surprise. It was clear that he hadn’t really just thought of it. He was playing with me. “You signed up at the meet this morning as a new pony registered to Andrew. If I remember correctly,” of course he did, “the pony registration is essentially an employment contract. You became employed by Andrew as his ponygirl when you signed that registration form.”
His fingers now began to rub back and forth over and around and around my tender clitoris as he rocked me forwards and backwards. I was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on what he was saying, but I still had enough of my wits to feel dread at his words.
“Well, well, well, what a turn of events, that would mean that under the terms of sale, your employment to Mr. Hanson transferred to me,” he pressed a finger gently into the tight entrance of my vagina, “your employment as a ponygirl that is.” He emphasised that by pushing his finger right up against the tissue of my hymen.
I tensed my legs in fear. I didn’t want to rock backwards further, on to his finger, and tear my maidenhead. I moaned a complaint past my bit, but of course it was unintelligible. It turned into a gasp, partly of relief and partly of surprise, when he removed his finger and instead probed my anus.
He was much less gentle though here and there was little I could do to prevent him pushing his middle finger into my bottom - I had pushed myself as far forward as the frame would allow and he just continued to push until his digit was firmly seated.
“I suppose that I had better live up to my commitment to Mr. Hanson then hadn’t I?” He laughed as he began to rhythmically fuck my ass with his finger, pulling me back as he withdrew his finger and pushing me forward again when he thrust it back in.
“But, I warn you, I take my responsibilities very serious. As the owner of a new pony, it is my duty to properly break you in and train you to be the best ponygirl you can be.”
“And I think it’s time now to break you in. It’s time for us to go for a little ride.”
I was getting very nervous as his finger plumbed the depths of my rectum. However, that was immediately replaced by fear when I felt something entirely different pressing against my slit. I realised straight away that it was his penis. He intended to fuck me, to take my virginity. I had imagined this moment many times and never, never had it been like this in the slightest. I’d imagined a hansom gentleman wining and dining me and then the perfect moment of him proposing on one knee. Instead I was bound and gagged, naked and fully exposed in a common barn being treated not like a beautiful and elegant woman but instead like an animal, admittedly a sexy female animal, but still definitely not an equal.
He began to rock back and forth sliding his erect cock along my wet pouch, causing me to rock as I tried to keep him away from me. Of course I knew it was a losing battle, but it was something I wasn’t going to give up just because I knew it was hopeless.
“Yes, definitely a feisty filly. I knew it from the moment that I laid eyes on you that you would be fun to train.”
His penis, on each thrust, rubbed right against my still very excited clitoris and drew a loud gasp from my lips. We were rocking back and forth now, the pace driven by his movement. He had placed both of his hands on my hips. He was clearly in control of the situation. If I tried to slow down then I felt his cock slide into position right at the opening of my vagina and I had to speed up once more to delay the inevitable.
As he rocked back and forth sawing his member against my sensitive pussy he continued to taunt me.
“Oh yes, I wondered if you’d find that page I left on the net, whether it would draw you in, and yes, it was so much better than I’d expected. I could hardly believe it when you almost begged to be allowed to come along. Did you realise what you were in for? Of course it doesn’t matter now does it?”
He thrust his cock hard against my clitoris.
“I knew as soon as I saw you this morning that I had to have you as my pony, and I also knew from the look in your eyes that you were a natural. A little coaxing was all that was needed and now look at you.”
I knew I had to resist, I couldn’t let him win, I couldn’t let him break me. I now knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I’d been manipulated expertly into every humiliating event of the day.
Unfortunately his cock, sliding along my lips and bumping my clitoris, was having the desired effect, his desired effect that is. I was getting hotter and hotter and wetter and wetter. As my unwanted pleasure rose and rose I wondered how many other young ‘ponies’ he’d ‘ridden’ in this position. Worse of all as my breathing turned more and more into pants and gasps, I wondered how I compared with those other girls. Would I be the best pony he’d fucked?
As his pace slowly increased I couldn’t help myself from beginning to moan on each push forward when his cock brushed right over my clitoris. When my moaning started to reach fever pitch he slapped my ass.
“That’s the sort of reaction I’ve been looking for. I could tell right from the off that under those conservative business suits was the lean body of a responsive, hot and horny racing pony. You’re nearly ready aren’t you?”
As if to prove his point he slid a hand right beneath me to my clitoris and began to tease it directly again.
“Ah yes,” he taunted me as he felt my body respond to his touch, my hot flesh quivering beneath his already slimy fingers, “very nearly ready.”
“If you’re a good filly, then I’ll take you for a long and hard ride, but only if you’re a very good filly.” He pinched my clitoris and I screamed in joy and pain against the bit in my mouth.
“I want to know that you’re fully committed to your new position.” He pulled on the hard nubbin, and my whole body shook. His cock throbbed against my hot, wet labia. My legs were beginning to pump harder, rocking the frame back and forth faster and faster.
“I think you’re going to really enjoy your ‘on the job’ training. But before you can start properly, before I can take you on the ride of your life, you need to let me know that you want it.”
It was almost like he was milking my clitoris with his rhythmic stroking, each pull timed in synchrony with each hump of his hips. I was groaning on each push forward and then letting out a long soft moan on each back stroke as his hard cock withdrew, its head sliding back through the wet folds of my spread open labia.
“I want you to whinny for me, whinny so that I know you really are a responsive, hot and horny racing pony.” I was being driven crazy with his teasing. I knew that I couldn’t hold off much longer. My body was buzzing with sensations, sensations I’d never felt before, even during the amazing orgasms from earlier. My pussy was pulsing with a need I’d never known. Deep inside I knew what my body craved but I wanted to deny it, I couldn’t allow myself to give in to those desires. I knew that if I did that my fate would be sealed. My body wanted, no needed, to be filled by a cock. It needed his hot shaft to be rammed deep and hard into my pussy, it needed my virginity to be ripped away.
The pressure was building and was becoming uncontrollable. Mr. Stirling, my new boss and now, I found it hard to admit, the owner of my pony registration, knew exactly how to manipulate me to drive me onwards. I felt like a champagne bottle ready to explode and he was shaking me back and forth fingering the cork, to continue the metaphor.
Then I could hold it no longer. It started deep in my belly and rose up through my chest, to my throat and then finally it exploded out of my mouth.
Neigh! I shook my head and whinnied. My humiliation complete as I asked for him to plunder my body, to make me into a ponygirl and above all to drive his cock deep into my body.
He didn’t disappoint me.
On the next forward stroke I felt it begin. His head lodging firmly against my fluttering entrance. At the same time I felt his free hand leaving my hip and taking up the reins from my back.
When I was at the further reach of the frame I began to move backwards once more, but he didn’t. His cock pushed forward and found momentary resistance. There was nothing I could do, and indeed nothing I now wanted to do, to stop him. He pulled back on the reins and thrust his hips forward. The bit dug in and I couldn’t hold my legs to stop myself falling back without feeling the pressure of the bit in my mouth.
A sharp moment of pain ripped through my body but it was gone as quickly as it had started and his cock was ploughing deep into my vagina. Another neigh escaped my mouth in exclamation as my denied orgasm suddenly burst through my body. My muscles locked and forced me to push once more forward, his cock sliding smoothly outwards once more, only for him to pull again on the reins and in turn pull me back onto his pumping cock. A new spasm of pleasure washed through me turning my mind to jelly.
He started to ride me in earnest now, thrusting me forward with a well timed stroke of his cock and then withdrawing slightly more quickly than the frame rocked backwards. Each thrust providing new power to the orgasm wracking my body.
He decided the pace, there was nothing I could do. Yes, my legs helped power the ride but it was his control on the reins that drove me on. He was an expert. He knew exactly how to keep me riding the crest of the orgasm, it seemed to be never ending. Slower at first and then faster, a gallop, and just before I thought I would die from pleasure he slowed back down to a trot allowing my orgasm to continue to roll on and on.
My breasts rocked unfettered beneath me, the sensation only adding to the orgasm crashing continually through my body. At one point he dropped my reins and reach forward to take a firm hold of my small tits to exert control of our pace directly through them rather than the straps attached to my bit and bridle. With consummate skill gripped my still sore but very hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers to drive me on. This just pushed me on to new heights. With each squeeze on my poor abused nipples, I found myself involuntarily clenching my vaginal muscles – to his obvious pleasure.
I could feel his own tension beginning to rise and could hear him groaning above my own grunts and moans. His cock stroked long and hard into me and I screamed and neighed. I was a ponygirl now and when his hot semen eventually splashed deep inside me I knew that I was his ponygirl.