Hot to Trot (8 page)

When Kyle entered the room, with nothing more telling than a light tap and slight jangle from the spurs on his boots, he was initially displeased to see the trainee blindfolded. He enjoyed the admiration of women and the instant lust in their eyes when they saw what lady luck had delivered on their doorstep. No matter, it could soon be remedied. He strode towards her with the idea of ripping the thing off, but slowly took stock of the situation. If he was clever, this might just work in his favour.

Closing the door behind him, he took the opportunity to inspect his new charge. A glossy black mane, an English rose complexion and a good figure. With a little work she could be a real beauty. It didn't take him long in his assessment to discover that she was a pretty fine specimen of horse flesh, even though Matthews had obviously given her a good once over. The marks inscribed into her flesh and her nicely reddened and striped backside spoke volumes. She excited him, or perhaps he should say the challenge of
acquiring
her excited him. She was attractive, she was Redcliff's daughter and Matthews wanted her. His eyes narrowed as his IQ slowly woke up, yawned, stretched, and began to form a plan.

Looking at his watch in irritation, Mark decided that the half hour he'd spent sorting this mess out was long enough. Generously bestowing money into a few bank accounts on the opposing side had managed to erase the problem, but left a niggling feeling of unease and a bitter aftertaste in his mouth. The company trying to conduct the takeover were named NanoParv, and it rang alarm bells. Why? There was no answer forthcoming. Too much testosterone to the brain, he thought dryly. That was reason enough to return to his little filly. Barking orders at Isobelle, who tried her best to delay him further, he ignored her and hot-footed it back to the training room. His thoughts were dark. If Kyle had laid a single finger where it didn't belong, he was going to get the bullwhip out.

Jenny was foaming at the mouth. Quite literally, as it happened. When Mark had re-entered the room, not five minutes after he'd left, he had wasted no time in getting back to business. His stiff cock had been reinserted into her mouth and she sucked him to completion. It was odd, but the electric chemistry of before seemed to have completely disappeared. Maybe her wits were returning. There had been a five minute break, completed in silence on her part because her jaw was recovering. It was decidedly strange, but each time the man shoved his cock down her throat it seemed to get bigger. Perhaps she had that effect on him. The thought was not unpleasant. Being that man's Achilles heel would be wonderful. But logic told her it would take more than one throat job to create that kind of weakness. Great minds obviously thought alike, because no sooner had the idea entered her head than his cock had re-entered her mouth. The trouble was, this time he was merciless in his pounding of her throat, repeatedly bucking her body backwards, and that was when she discovered the plug to her rear. It had been lined up perfectly and there was no hope of escape. The first 'tier' had slotted into her effortlessly and her level of arousal jumped from desperate to utterly crazy, frantic and depraved. The second tier was being worked into her with each new lunge of his cock, and judging by the increasing force of each plunge, he was going to make sure the thing did some internal damage. As the second, wider tier began to push for entry, Jenny moaned, but the pain just sent her further up the Richter scale of hormones. Her predicament was simultaneously glorious and then miserable. Hell on earth was an apt description. It felt wonderful to have her lips spread open wide and thrust into, whilst enjoying the avid ministrations of the vibrating dildo. She'd been on the brink of release before the anal plug had come into play but the pain quickly curtailed her fun. Did it always feel like this? How did the other ponies cope with this every day, with those large tails submerged deep inside them? It would be agony, surely? Focusing her thoughts on the cock plundering her mouth, she decided she'd up her effort. The quicker Mark came the sooner she'd have a little respite. Sucking as tight as her abused mouth would allow, she worshipped him with her tongue, concentrating on letting her throat relax so he could have a nice deep ride.

When he finally finished bucking and poured into her throat he roared with satisfaction. Jenny sagged in relief. And he thought
she
was an animal?

Kyle had never seen anything so sweet. Her lips were swollen from the savage pounding of his cock, her soft pink tongue was lapping at his seed, dribbling from her mouth, and her whole body was panting and heaving in exertion. Swallow it all up; she was going to need the calories by the time he'd finished with her, he thought evilly. This one was going to be his. Taking her from right under Matthews' nose would be his equivalent of winning the lottery and getting his way with the enchanting Isobelle, all in the same day.

Giving his cock a few seconds of recovery time it didn't really need, Kyle quietly moved to the back of the horse and admired the trainee's ass, trying to greedily devour the plug behind her. Only two more rungs to go before she'd squirt like she'd never squirted before. He'd never seen such enthusiasm in one so young. Having sucked him off to completion, she'd tried even harder to please him the second time and he'd never felt a mouth like it. She was tight, wet and had a velvet tongue that could work wonders. Yeah, he'd be putting that to good use, for sure. So much so that when Matthews returned her eyes would be rolling in her head.

When his cock pressed at her lips for the third time, Jenny wanted to cry. Her jaw couldn't take much more of this. Then the vibe increased in intensity inside her and his hands reached down to sit on each side of her waist. What was he up to? When he thrust forward with his cock his hands shoved her backside towards the wall and her head exploded with pain. He then began to hammer away inside her mouth relentlessly, without pause. Her ass cheeks were now pressed against the wall and the enormous pyramid plug was forced deep inside her. The scream welling up in her chest tried to voice itself, but had no chance of escape.

The sadist in Kyle adored the defeated look of horror in Jenny's eyes as pain filled her world. Her body began to crumple, head lolling forward as she thought she could take no more.
I've only just begun, princess
. He cracked his hand twice across her reddened, abused ass cheeks and the little piece of flesh before him came to life again. Kyle also gave her face a slap for good measure. She got the idea and practised her sucking skills with renewed ardour. It wasn't quite as tight as before, but it would do. Entertainingly, when the sybian came to life inside her she began to throw herself around like a demon possessed. She blasted off into orbit and as her whole body clenched and fell to pieces, her mouth clamped around his cock and nearly bust both his nuts. Exploding into her mouth for the third time in twenty minutes, Kyle thought he could get used to this. Withdrawing his softening, glistening member, coated generously in her saliva, he picked up the sybian's remote control from the table beside him. With one flick of a finger he could turn the thing off and let her have a little lie down.

Grinning wickedly, he dropped the thing to the floor and crushed it beneath his boot heel, and just thirty seconds later Jenny was already crashing headlong into her next orgasm.

When Mark arrived back at the training room and slowly peeled open the door the first thing he noticed was Jenny, who had her eyes closed and was so exhausted she couldn't raise her head from the saddle. Watching her body jump and twitch like a disjointed puppet told him all he needed to know. The remains of the sybian's remote control on the floor confirmed his suspicions. Hearing the noise of a zipper, his head snapped around and he had the added bonus of seeing Kyle do up his fly, with a satisfied, smug smirk on his face. Mark felt his stomach churn and wondered for a second if he would actually vomit. The moment passed. The next thing he knew violent aggression roiled inside him unlike anything he had known before. There was only one thing for it.

Kyle wasn't prepared for the fist that came flying towards his eyeballs. In hindsight he should have been, but he'd expected Matthews to have at least pulled him out of the room first. No such luck. His knuckles connected with a sickening crunch and the power of the blow sent Kyle reeling backwards, with specks of blood flying in all directions. Pain splintered through his nose.

Mark had to fight back the urge to kill him. He grabbed the checked collar of his cotton shirt and dragged him towards the exit, giving him an almighty kick in the ribs to make sure he was clear of the door when he slammed it. His bruised fingers throbbed, but he barely registered the discomfort. Whilst knocking the living daylights out of Kyle had felt good, it was not the way he normally operated. This was jealousy and it was ridiculous. She was a trainee. Was he going to smash his fist through every trainer that had the joy of taking little Miss Redcliff on?

Shaking with anger he cut the electricity supply to the room and watched as Jenny slumped forward in the saddle, her eyes already closed. Sweat poured off her, meandering in long lines across her body before trickling to the floor. Her hair was soaked. He kissed goodbye to the throat job he had so been looking forward to. Anyway, it hardly mattered, as all he could picture was Kyle's cock stabbing its way past her jaw. Frowning darkly he sat down beside her and took a couple of deep breaths. Soon she would be auctioned and then she would be his. There was no way she'd pick Kyle as her trainer of choice after that little episode. Sighing, he went to the sink and refilled his bucket with lukewarm water. He'd need to 'unplug' her as gently as possible from the wall and give her a rub down. Then she'd be out of his hands for a day or so. He also needed a little time to get some perspective and decide whether he really wanted to take this one on. She was trouble with a capital T. The trouble was: he lived for trouble.

Kyle gingerly touched his nose and was relieved to find it wasn't broken. Blood he could deal with; a visit to the local hospital wouldn't have been much fun. Whilst he'd fully expected to get a slug, he hadn't counted on the strength packed behind that punch. He'd be more careful if he planned on tangoing with Matthews in the future.
Duck and dive
. It would be a crying shame to lose his perfectly honed, aquiline features.

Picking himself up, whilst clutching his side, he was thankful for the fact there were no witnesses to his hitting the deck. He wouldn't be laughing for a while.
Asshole
. At least there was room for a small smile, though. Looking down towards his jeans pocket, he saw a tiny red tail poking out. Pulling out the blindfold, which he had timely removed only seconds ago, he fingered the soft weave of silk. It was still wet with her tears. Revenge was going to be sweet. So sweet, Matthews would choke on the sickly dish.

Prepared for Pony Play

Having been mostly comatose for the past half hour, Jenny was hard to rouse from her slumber. Mark trying to prise her backside from the huge plug she'd been impaled upon got her attention, though. What was the bastard up to now? Weak with fatigue, she couldn't even move her tongue to swear at him. She was even, incredibly, too tired to grumble about today's
interesting experiences
. There was only one thing Jenny knew for certain: if the man thought he was sticking his cock anywhere near her mouth ever again, she'd bite it off. The surfeit of orgasms had taken their toll. Having thought orgasm denial the most terrible form of torture in the western world, Mark had proved the theory wrong. Being made to continuously orgasm, again and again and again, was not only a damn site more painful, it was exhausting as well.

'I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left.'

He left for two minutes. He shouldn't have come back, she thought caustically. His voice sounded genuinely apologetic, but it was too little, too late. He shouldn't even bother with the excuses. She hated him. She loathed him. She wouldn't fuck him if he were the last man on earth and the survival of the human race depended on her because she would make sure there was at least twelve thousand miles between them at all times. She wouldn't fuck him for £100,000,000 and she wouldn't even fuck him for ten pairs of M. Christian Louboutin's finest creations. That's how
much
she hated him.

He held another packet of the awful tasting energy gel to her lips. She drank it. Her lips had cracked after the past hour's exertions, her mouth was so dry she couldn't speak and any form of liquid was desperately welcome; even if it was delivered by a brutish beast.

'I'll get you cleaned up and then all you've got to face is a little pampering session before you can get some rest. I won't let the bastard near you again, I promise.' He removed her collar and pressed a damp washcloth to her face.

Sleep was tugging at her and his words slurred insensibly in her brain. Had she heard that right? Did the man have a Jekyll and Hyde complex to add to all of his other wondrous proclivities? Her eyes slithered shut before she had the chance to contemplate her tormentor further.

Unbelievably, even her dreams were sexual in nature. It seemed there was no escape from the debauched wonderland she had found herself in, where comforting warm water lapped at her body in soft ripples of movement and a thousand adept fingers began to stroke every inch of her body. They explored every contour she possessed with delicate precision, soothing her injured flesh. The feeling was sublime. In the land of the living Jenny felt sure her body wouldn't be able to suffer another orgasm, but in the depths of her slumbering subconscious her libido was revving itself up and would soon be good to go. Her hair was soaking wet, it was being massaged with the most decadent smelling shampoo, and it smelt so good she wanted to lick the bubbly concoction off the many fingers surrounding her. There was soft music in the background and gentle whispers all around her and it just added to the calming atmosphere, until she listened more attentively and found out exactly what they were talking about...