A Rough Ride: Pony Girl Training in Latex and Leather (24 page)

'Come on Petal, you can move faster than that.'

Jenny had already cottoned on to this game. If she moved faster each time he said it, he expected her to move subsequently faster and faster as he repeated himself. She wasn't falling for it. She kept the same pace, reserved her energy and took the fierce swats from the crop with a masochistic air of defiance. In turn Kyle swung with a heavy hand, each thrust sending currents of pleasure and pain shooting into the cortex of her brain. Sticking her toilet brush down one of the spotless pans and scrubbing for all she was worth, she managed to simultaneously mop the floor with her backside whilst slewing water by using the direction of her mouth.

Though the degrading activity should have had her blushing with shame, the pleasure the suit was awarding her and the constant swats from the crop didn't let her dwell on the activities too heavily. It was only when one of the guests entered the set of cubicles and Kyle unscrewed her brush, to have her bend down and bow her head to the woman's killer Armani heels, that Jenny felt the first unpleasant flush of heat to her face. When she then had a tiny silver tray attached to her gag and was ushered into the toilet cubicle with the lady as a 'toilet assistant' she was ready to scream. Her emotions were going up and down faster than Sylvia and Lavinia's panties. When the lady finished her toilette, blew her nose and deposited the tissue on the tray for disposal, Jenny did scream. And to add insult to injury, her body had just been denied yet another orgasm.

One extremely unappetising liquid lunch later, Jenny was being marched towards the training room door and the rather intimidating Mistress Lupine. Her stomach growled for food, her mind craved the oblivion of sleep, but her body? Well, that was another matter entirely. She should be exhausted but it appeared that surviving on adrenaline alone would not be a problem at Albrecht.

This time it was her groom, Daniel, who held the reins, but he most certainly wasn't the one who controlled them. Kyle had informed her, in no uncertain terms, that if she displeased her tutor she would be visiting the dungeon tomorrow. The thought was sobering enough to ensure her best behaviour. Kyle and implements of torture would not make for sweet dreams.

The rest of the day passed in a sweaty haze of heat. It ate at her body from the inside out and her need for release was only stemmed by pain, which she was beginning to crave as much as an orgasm.

'Enter.' Lupine's posh accent ricocheted around the large room, mainly due to the volume behind it. 'Ah, Miss Redcliff. We've been expecting you. Stop dithering by the door and come and join us.'

Jenny would probably have gulped had her mouth not been heavily gagged by the oppressive black ball. As it was, she moved forward on her hands and knees and did as she was told. Trying to keep her gaze straight ahead and on Lupine's red PVC boots wasn't as easy as it should have been. There was lots of movement in the training room. The novices had been gathered together for a session and they were currently bouncing up and down upon their allotted dildos. She was ridiculously pleased that she was already plugged and that no bouncing would be possible or required on her behalf.

'OK, that's enough vaginal stimulation, ponies,' said Mistress Lupine with a caged smile. Her long blonde hair was prised back in a stylish bun that sat at a jaunty angle on her head; the amount of hairspray needed to keep it there should have made the woman flammable. Jenny was tempted to look around for incendiary devices, but even had she found one there was little possibility that she would be able to use it. 'Today, we are starting anal practice. You may pass this tube of lubricant around and help each other out with the basics, before we start training our muscles to accept cocks in the tightest of our little holes. Anal sex, by the way, is by far the most favoured type of sex in the stables and you'll be required to show off your skills with enthusiasm and aplomb on a daily basis, at the very least. I suspect it will be a much more regular occurrence than that, which is why we're breaking you in gently, here, first.' Her smile managed to touch the corners of her eyes.

'Choose a dildo and begin to lubricate it, ponies.'

The novices began sucking diligently at their chosen rubber protrusions, giving them more than their fair share of the wet stuff. So would Jenny, had she been about to take one of the large items up her backside. The thought made her wince. Was she really going to have to do that? A shudder filled her as she recalled the details of her auction. Who had bid for her? Where would she be taken? Would there be a chance to escape, perhaps?

Lupine's sharp voice snapped her out of her three second reverie. 'Petal, as you won't be able to join us in this lesson I have another task for you. There are several gentlemen lined up along the wall that require your attention. They are visiting Albrecht for the first time and we intend to show them a good time.'

Her gag was unbuckled, her leash was pulled and her nose came face to face with a pair of leather trousers, sporting a rather impressive bulge.

Jenny looked at the long line of men and drew in the deepest breath she could manage in spite of her corset. This was going to be a challenge; but a challenge she would relish. She would show these men the extent of her quite considerable talents and have them drooling at her feet. Her bodysuit was once again priming her for pleasure and the need to have all of her holes thoroughly filled was uppermost in her mind. As the first gentleman unzipped himself and let the impressive length of his cock spring free she could have dribbled. She was going to go after her semen calories with enthusiasm and determination. By the time she'd finished with him he'd want to kneel at her feet, rather than the other way around...

'Give me your honest thoughts, Len,' said Mistress Lupine as Jenny withdrew her mouth full to the brim with creamy, salty goo, which she quickly gobbled down.

Len was quick to respond and Jenny noticed his voice had a rather bored and somewhat unimpressed tone, which did not bode well. 'Not quite tight enough, doesn't use her tongue to full advantage, doesn't go deep enough, her gag reflex is a little annoying and she doesn't twist her head enough.'

Jenny would have given him a sneer in response, had she been able to move her jaw. As it was Mistress Lupine pursed her lips and cast a disparaging glance at her. 'Hmm,' she said, and it was clear the woman was not pleased, 'isn't it a good job that you've got a further four volunteers in which to perfect your oral skills. Make good use of them, P. I'll be getting an opinion from each gentleman as you finish.' With that she stalked off to supervise the trainees currently trying to spear their delicate sphincters on the wobbling, blunt ends of their plastic phalluses. It didn't appear to be as easy as it looked. None of them were having much success and there was plenty of moaning, groaning and whimpering to be heard. Their faces were wrapped up in both pain and concentration and the look was a rather surreal one. Jenny couldn't help but feel sorry for them, for she knew that in a couple of days she would be joining them. Turning her attention to her next challenge, 'Mr Suit', she could only hope he would be more forgiving in his critique than her former conquest.

At the end of Petal's two hour session Kyle was waiting for her at the door. He was immediately accosted by Lupine, who gave him a particularly unimpressive report of her skills. She had been found lacking in every area of oral expertise and he had to endure the disapproving glances Lupine delivered his way, which clearly said why on earth haven't you got to grips with that throat yet? After enduring ten minutes worth of her evaluation his eyes darkened into dangerous slits, although he still managed to nod politely at her as she re-entered her classroom and left them alone in the corridor.

As soon as the door closed Kyle was quick to take out his ill humour on his trainee. 'Still misbehaving, after all you've been through today? Interesting. Well, I think we can iron that out with a short spell in the dungeon first thing tomorrow. As far as attitude readjustment goes it doesn't get much better - especially when I'm in charge.' The man was furious. He began to drag her and it was all Jenny could do to try and trot fast enough to keep up with him.

Her lot did not get any better as they headed back towards the barn. A long line of pony-girls were lined up and awaiting her entrance, their hopeful eyes searching her neck for the sight of a yellow collar. They were to be disappointed. Watching as they gritted their teeth and prepared their pink backsides for another ten rounds with the belt, or worse, she prepared to join them. But Kyle had other plans.

'Give 'em hell and make them count,' was all he said as he continued to drag Jenny's bridle as he manoeuvred her into the same little cell as before. The single bulb clicked, the fluorescent light glared down, and she waited with bated breath for her punishment. Her suit was just beginning to take her to the outskirts of the Promised Land, and with a good dose of Kyle's heavy hand she thought she might stand another chance of beating the thing at its own game. At this moment in time her body had the combined hormones of about fifty pregnant women and her need to climax eclipsed everything else in the world. Escape? Who the hell cared? She needed an orgasm. She'd kill for an orgasm. She'd even consider selling her soul to Mark Matthews in order to take a bite of the apple and get rid of her suit. The breast massager had just begun to shake and vibrate her cleavage, while the pincers inside the metal cups began pulling gently at the tips of her nipples. Come on, Kyle, do your worst, she silently pleaded.

Kyle moved to the wall and attached her leash to a thick metal karabiner high above her that she would have no hope of breaking. He then strode out of the room and slammed the door. The sound of a key turning in the latch could be heard, before he thumped the door with his fist for good measure.

Jenny wondered if she should be grateful he hadn't tanned her backside from red to puce. It was throbbing pleasantly at the moment, a mild stinging sensation that left a wonderful, simmering heat which worked its way through her body. Far from annoying, she had grown to love the burn as she moved, her body craving the sweet sting of the crop to fuel the fires within. No, she decided, she was not going to curl up in a ball on the floor and throw a tantrum because she had not received her evening spanking. Besides, curling up was going to be a problem. Attached as she was to the wall she would not be able to lie down. If she was going to get any sleep at all it would be standing up. There was always the possibility that Kyle was going to come back for her, but somehow she doubted it. The slam had been indicative of his mood and she guessed this was a punishment of sorts. Obey or be ignored. A little bit like corner time for children, she suspected.

Leaning against the wall she tried to rearrange her thoughts into order. The first one had flashing red lights and a blaring siren that screamed, 'You are never going to get out of this place. Be a good girl and do exactly as you're told.' She didn't much like the thought and feeling her anxiety levels increase exponentially, she moved on to the more pressing concern of food. Kyle had not fed or watered her since lunch. Her stomach was growling, but it was now a dull ache she had become accustomed to. However, it might be one she could do something about. As he'd left the light on this time, no doubt to ensure she couldn't sleep, it allowed her to see the feeding tubes hanging from the wall. Although Mistress Lupine had inserted her gag before she'd left the training room, she might just be able to manoeuvre the thin tubes between her hoof mitts in order to thread them into the single hole her gag contained.

Scraping her rubber mitts against the coarse brick she tried to prise the tube forward in order to capture it between two thick hooves. It wasn't easy, but she had all night so she figured she might as well give it her best shot.

It took her well over a half hour to get the liquid feed tube slotted deep inside her gag, but her sense of accomplishment was overwhelming when she began to feel the cool liquid food gush down her throat. Even the simplest of things were major obstacles when dressed in the bizarre get-up she had on. Movement was already becoming difficult due to the soreness of being penetrated hundreds of times over by her untiring, robotic dildos. Her body was also unfamiliar to exercise and after a couple of days of gruelling activity her muscles were tired and aching all over. What she desperately needed was sleep: uninterrupted, flat-on-the-floor, off to oblivion and beyond snoring. But it didn't look like she was going to get some any time soon. As her clit stimulator buzzed into life she banged her hooves frantically against the brick wall in a fit of mad desperation. No one heard her cries.

Kyle was in a particularly good mood when he opened his eyes the following morning to clear blue skies and twittering birds. There was only one bird on his mind and that happened to be the lovely Isabelle, who was probably already painting her fingernails in readiness for their date that evening. Even though he'd only just woken up and was still in 'morning-glory' mode, he hardened further at the thought. It was going to be one hell of a date and he fully intended to make sure his lady had a good time; preferably on the end of his cock. He reached down to fondle his glans and gave himself a few cursory strokes before wondering whether he had enough time to use and abuse the wicked stick before work called. Glancing at his alarm clock revealed very unfriendly hands positioned at 9.00 am. Fuck it. He was the one in charge and he called the shots. An extra twenty minutes wouldn't kill anybody. Tightening his grip, he began yanking at himself with a display of excitement that hadn't been seen in years.

By the time he made it to the stables, freshly showered and dressed, his Omega told him it was 10.15. He'd been given a disapproving frown from Mr A as he'd passed by his office, but other than that suffered no other repercussions for his lateness. It was great being the one in charge. You didn't have to answer to anyone, although he had to admit that Katrina's comment from yesterday still rankled. He'd better haul ass and get Petal in line right quick, because the alternative of handing her reins over to Matthews was unthinkable. He'd rather eat his own testicles.