A Rough Ride: Pony Girl Training in Latex and Leather (13 page)

The pony-girls around her were wiggling and writhing in desperate attempts to avoid the paddle. When Jenny managed to catch a glimpse of them it was to see tormented eyes, labouring breaths and several agonized looks of suffering, directed her way. I'm doing my best, she thought, as Kyle dragged his cock through her mouth yet again.

In an effort to speed up the process and save her own ass, which was now a throbbing, raw mess, she took matters into her own hands and thrust her head forward to push him as far down her throat as she could manage. She let her lips compress around him as she squeezed him with her mouth. He moaned. Finally they were getting somewhere. Letting her head do all the work now and ignoring the pain she devoured him in long, hard strokes. She cared not that her throat would be bruised and sore after the event; she just needed him to end this. Back and forth he ploughed on, but by the looks of his hands, curled into tight fists by his side, he was close. Thank God. She couldn't last out much longer. Another heavy thrust forward with her face, and another. Please come, she begged inside her head. Then the sound that they had all been waiting for bellowed through the room.

'Yessssssss,' Kyle yelled out as he twitched and thrashed about inside her, pumping madly into her throat. Jenny's head wanted to fall off the face of the earth she was so damned tired, but Kyle's cock pinioned her in place. Gurgling around it, trying to swallow the sticky goo before it congealed in her throat, she heard the rustle of buckles being unfastened and the swish of leather as belts were removed from waists.

She didn't think she could take any more. Kyle had not softened inside her mouth. She hoped to hell he was not waiting for round two while her backside got a taste of Daniel's belt. Still, if he wanted to be cut in two she would happily oblige. He must have read her mind for his next words were:

'If your teeth touch me in any way during your next ten strokes I will double them personally, and I won't be half as gentle as your little groom. Giddy up, guys!'

The sharp sting of the belt shouldn't have taken Jenny by surprise, but the speed in which it was delivered was astounding. The grooms must have been lined up, belts in hand and ready to attack at his command. The shock managed to get her past strokes two and three, which landed in quick succession, but stroke four felt like someone was trying her slice her backside open. She could feel fresh tears welling in her eyes and prayed that Daniel would get this over with quickly. There was no way in hell that she could withstand ten of these and she pulled her sagging jaws open as wide as they would go in an effort to make sure she did not touch the forbidden fruit inside her.

She felt Kyle's eyes boring down upon her. She knew instinctively that he was someone who would enjoy watching her suffer. He had a mad look about him now. A look that said he wanted to crush her, every last piece of sinew and bone, from the inside out. She'd seen that look before, and on her father no less.

The rafters of the barn filled with the noise of sobbing girls. Bottoms jiggled and wriggled, trying to avoid the sharp bite of the belt, but not a one escaped their vicious trajectory. The grooms were far too practiced in their task. As the fifth and sixth strokes bore down Jenny joined them in their cries, but barely realised she had been sobbing until the latex of her hood began to stick to her face. The seventh stroke fell and she felt a moment's pride, knowing her teeth had sat perfectly still and that her mouth hadn't moved a millimetre. Her backside was on fire. It was swaying and bouncing with the rest of the rounded rumps, but it did little to lessen the pain.

Only three more to go, she consoled herself as she kept count of each stroke in her head. As the next slap of the belt hit her she could feel her teeth trying to snap together in agony. Just two more to go - two more and this was all over. Her body was nearing the point of no return and she knew that any second now the suit would stop and leave her cold turkey, sweating, panting and crying. That might actually hurt more than the belt. She had no idea how many times she'd neared the point of no return, only to be summarily returned and each time made her a little more despondent than the last. It was hard to retain focus when your body was shooting hormones and endorphins all over the place. Revenge was beginning to take a backseat and self-pity could well win the race for supremacy.

The ninth and penultimate stroke had the stables in fits of hysterics, and she was no exception. It was all she could do to ensure her teeth didn't dismember her trainer. Feeling the familiar quickening of her body as the dildos drilled and pumped, she braced herself for the final stroke but hadn't counted on how hard it would be. All of the girls shot forward as the last slam of the belts hammered down and some of them landed nose-first in the hay, their bright red buttocks quivering in dismay at the unpleasant treatment they had just received.

Jenny did not have the option of falling over. As she surged forward she managed to impale herself upon Kyle, and when the thrill of it all sent her body tumbling into the land of climax her suit gave her clit a vicious nip. Crying tears of agony, not even able to let forth a scream, shock had her biting down automatically. Even though she quickly pulled her jaws apart she knew there would be trouble by the dark look in his eyes.

He glowered at her dangerously and withdrawing swiftly, let her drop to the floor with the rest. 'That's two marks towards a dungeon visit, Petal. You have yet to impress.'

Rolling over, coughing and spluttering, she got to her knees to find Kyle's whisky-coloured eyes devouring her in a most unpleasant fashion. They were angry beacons of flame and they signalled trouble. 'I think you can spend the night in one of the stalls to contemplate the error of your ways, P.' Clipping a long silver chain on the front D-ring of her collar, he directed her towards the back of the barn with a series of vicious tugs.

Trying to crawl, but discovering that every last semblance of energy had fled from her body, Jenny had to be content with a half drag, half crawl type motion. The latex appeared to be made of strong stuff for there was no snagging or tearing as she made her way, mostly on her stomach, across the large expanse of prickly hay and through a solid oak door to one of the small stalls at the rear of the sleeping quarters.

It featured four brick walls and a floor strewn with straw, much like the outside barn. There was a high wooden shelf that ran around the room and items such as rope, cuffs, chains, clamps and crops were residing on its benign surface. There were no windows and a single light bulb, otherwise unadorned, hung from the ceiling. Its light blinded Jenny for a moment, before she got her bearings.

Two long tubes fell from the middle of the rear wall, one grey and one red. It took her a moment of puzzling to discern what they were. When Kyle came at her with the ball-gag she remembered the earlier comment the vet had made. '
You will be fed and watered through the hole in your gag
.' Marvellous, the food at Albrecht had just managed to get worse, if that were at all possible.

She was so deadbeat she barely even cared about food at this point. Sleep was calling and a yearning for blissful unconsciousness was her only need, want and desire at this moment in time. As usual, though, her wants had little to do with anything. Her face was pulled upwards and her jaw gripped tightly in Kyle's capable hands. The rubber ball was then slotted back into her mouth and fastened tightly behind her head. Her jaw felt like it had been sawn in two and split apart. Wasn't much point in moaning either, because little sound was going to get through the rubber ball that now completely filled her oral cavity.

'What would you like for dinner, Pet? A nice juicy steak? Fried chicken and chips? Probably not posh enough for the likes of you, is it? How about
duck a l'orange
or
lobster thermidor?
'

Jenny did moan then; she couldn't help it at the thought of savouring anything that had an ounce of taste or crisp texture.

'No thoughts on the matter, huh?' He grinned evilly at her. 'Guess you'll have to make do with delicious vitamin goo.' Then the awful man came at her with one of the long tubes on the back wall and Jenny simply didn't have the strength to fight him.

When Kyle inserted the feeding tube through the hole located in the front of her gag and fed it down into her windpipe, a whirring sound could be heard before the liquid burbled up the tube and trickled slowly down the back of her throat. It was tepid and tasteless. She'd have rather eaten mush, and that was saying something. Having no option but to swallow the awful stuff down, after ten minutes or so she felt her stomach begin to swell due to the volume of water now inside her. She had no idea how long it took for the tube to stop pouring its sludge into her stomach, but she was very relieved when it finished and Kyle unthreaded the tube from her lips. It left her throat sore and scratchy.

Curling up into a little ball, she wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and drift off to sleep. She could barely keep her eyes open after the day's rigorous events and the machinations of her suit. That one small privilege was not to be hers, however. Kyle began fastening metal ratchets around the base of her limbs. Jenny was only half comatose as he did so, but she could hear the sound of the handcuff levers as they secured each ankle and wrist.

'I think we'll leave you with a hogtie for your first night under my gentle command.'

Jenny did manage to hear that and snorted her thoughts on the matter.

'Quite,' Kyle agreed, entirely without humour. He pulled her wrists and ankles back behind her prone body and connected them at a point in the middle of her back. It would not be a comfortable position to sleep in, but then, she guessed that was why he was doing it.

'I shall leave you in your stall to contemplate your new life as my trainee, and can only hope you manage to perform better, tomorrow. I'm sure that with the right encouragement you'll be zooming towards that black collar in no time. Isn't that right, Petal?'

She knew he was waiting for a response, and as she was gagged the only thing she could do was nod her head awkwardly in response. She hoped that would suffice.

'I'm glad we understand each other.' There was a soft rustle of hay, a jangle of his spurs as he turned to leave the tiny cell and the rapid snick of a key in a lock. He obviously wanted to make sure she wasn't going anywhere. She was trussed in more metal than the average police officer carried, and with the addition of her four hooves, escape was currently the last thing on her mind. What was on her mind, and rather frighteningly so, was the fact that she'd recognised the jangling noise of his spurs. Where had she heard that before? It was important. As her suit fired into life for the umpteenth time that day and the dildo in her ass began inflating in earnest, she had an epiphany. The pyramid plug. Oh God, that really hadn't been Mark. It was him! Levison was her sadist.
Oh crap, crap, crap
. It appeared she'd just gone and made yet another colossal fuck-up. What on earth was she going to do now?

Marianna's Fashion Statement

'I think it's time to unwrap the present, Marianna.' Mark's eyes travelled towards the large box that sat unopened on the dining table. 'You may crawl and fetch it for me, sweetness.'

Jumping around to do his bidding, faster than the proverbial cat on the hot tin roof, she sashayed her pert backside in his direction as she raced to complete her task. Realising she was skating on already heavily cracked ice, she wished to give him no reason to find further fault.

'There's no hurry, take your time; I rather enjoy watching your ass,' he drawled provocatively.

Marianna dug her fingers into the heavy wool pile of her carpet and slowed her body down. She wanted to race about. Her heart rate was thundering and there was plenty of nervous energy that needed to be burnt off, but alas, she had been issued with instructions and they needed to be followed. Letting her fingers wallow in the soft strands of the wool carpet, she wiggled for him. Giving him a chance to look his fill, she made a meandering path towards the pale legs of the dining table and wondered what might greet her in his fancy box. She levered herself upright on her knees and pulled the shiny black rectangle towards her. The red satin bow that adorned it was almost as big as the package itself. It screamed 'expensive!', but then she suspected everything Mr Matthews bought hailed under that tag. He had little need to worry over the cost of living.

Taking her present in two hands, a little surprised at how light it was, she lowered it to the carpet and wondered how she would deliver the thing back to him. He had not ventured off her sofa and she had not been given permission to stand on two legs. Looking up to find his aquamarine eyes staring down at her in an amused fashion, she cursed inwardly. If Matthews hoped to best her so early in the evening, he was bang out of luck.

Placing the box on the floor in front of her, she used her nose to gently push it forward in little bursts with as much grace as she could muster. Marianna was well aware that he was laughing at her, but needs must when the devil drives. With her head dipping and diving and her flyaway hair dragging along the carpet and picking up an awfully impressive static charge, she hoped he put his hands on her and got the shock of his life when she reached him.

'Just leave it on the floor in front of you. By the state of your hairdo you can keep well away from me for the time being.' He bit his lip as she accidentally touched the bow in front of her and a crackle of electricity shot through the air. 'Ouch,' he murmured. 'Perhaps we should hurry this along, considering we have a long evening ahead of us. 'Go ahead and open it, Marianna.'

The box loomed large and dark on the beige carpet. The fact that it weighed nearly nothing should have been enough to calm the worst of her fears, but with Matthews nothing was ever that clear cut. She had no idea what could be horribly dangerous, weigh next to nothing and reside in a reasonably sized box? Trying to breathe normally, she gently swore at herself for overreacting and then swore again as she got another shock from the sparkly red bow. Damn. Ignoring his laughter she tore at the ribbon, which thankfully came away easily in her hands, allowing her to remove the lid.