A Rough Ride: Pony Girl Training in Latex and Leather (3 page)

Jenny did not move an inch. She had spotted a T-shaped wooden contraption in the middle of the room, and if that wasn't frightening enough, there were an array of microscopes and buzzing machines stowed in the far corner, along with a table filled with scalpels, syringes and all other manner of paraphernalia she was unable to put a name to. Spying clamps, pins, needles, thermometers and electric trimmers, her heart rate pounded into emergency mode. She wanted to run out of the door as fast as her legs would carry her but Mark, as usual, was one step ahead of her.

'You can't run when someone is holding your bridle.' He spoke gently but firmly, and his fist gripped the thin leather of her reins tightly.

The scrabble of her back legs against the marble stopped, but her whole body rebelled at the thought of being forced to play their naughty games in such a way. This was too much. They had crossed the line. Hell, no, they had crossed the line about three seconds after she'd entered the tack room two days ago, but it wasn't as if she could voice her complaints.

Mark lowered his head to whisper in her ear. 'You'll give them exactly what they want if you kick and scream now. Two days with the device and a trip to the dungeon would probably be more than most trained submissives could manage. If I were you I'd go up to the vet and offer your body for his inspection. Do the exact opposite of what they're expecting, Princess, and keep them on their toes.' Winking at her, he used the rough ends of her leather bridle to caress her cheek before stepping back to the outer circle of gathered guests, but his penetrating eyes remained trained on her face.

The vet, who had been moving some instruments about on his table and preparing for his examination while Mark had given his brief pep-talk, appeared satisfied with his work. Turning around to face his new patient once more, he repeated the action of beckoning her forward with the crook of his finger. 'Just wait on your knees beside the breeding station. I'll be with you in a moment.'

His words did not decrease Jenny's anxiety in the least, but knowing there was little hope of escape with so many people watching her, she decided Mark's advice was the only sensible course of action. Crawling slowly up to the 'breeding station', the words alone causing a shudder to ripple through her body, she meekly awaited the attentions of the vet, her heart banging inside her ribcage.

Quickly unbuckling the heavy leather saddle from her midriff, the vet patted her head and muttered, 'Good girl.' Then he produced a pair of thick black leather cuffs for her wrists and elbows, and folded her arms up her back towards her neck, fastening the cuffs as he did so. There was a metal chain that linked each cuff together and this was attached to the rear D-ring in her white collar by means of a large karabiner. It was even more uncomfortable than the arm-binder had been, and Jenny noted ruefully that she was once again an object to be toyed and played with.

'Stand up,' said the vet, hoisting her up by the waist so she had little choice in the matter. He led her over to the wooden frame and began to feed her head and upper body through a small rectangular opening in the top. Her stomach now rested on a square plate and her upper body was tipped forward over the fame whilst her backside was pushed up and outward. Her knees were forced down towards the floor and a spreader bar was once again fastened around her ankles, leaving her sex wide open and on display for the amusement of the many bystanders. Then a long rectangular panel positioned directly above was drawn down upon her back and she felt the pressure of the wood graze the tips of her elbows. The clamp held her body tightly in place. It appeared that he didn't want much patient participation, Jenny thought, growling around her bit. The sound drew amused laughter from the crowd.

'They said she was feisty,' sneered Miss Italy, 'but I wonder how feisty she'll remain in this "device".' Her comment drew a few sniggers from the people around her, who were avidly looking around the room to discern the methods of torture and torment that might soon be doled out to the hapless pony-girl. Jenny noticed, with some trepidation, that there was not a kind or sympathetic glance amongst them, with the exception of Matthews perhaps, and she did not want to look in his direction to find out.

The vet simply raised his eyebrows in reply, before clapping his hands together to gather the attention of the group. 'OK, ladies and gentlemen. I'm going to talk you through what you are about to witness in our surgery. The frame Petal is currently restrained upon is called a breeding frame because that is how our mares are restrained before we have one of the stallions cover them. It's an effective piece of equipment, because the mare cannot collapse her body against it or stand up. She can stay in this position, reasonably comfortably, until such time as you are confident that your stallion has performed his duty.' He looked around to ascertain there were a few nods being directed his way before he continued. 'Today the frame is just a convenient way to secure her body while we do a dental exam and brief physical. She will also be fitted with a RFID tag, to enable us to accurately track her whereabouts at all times within a position of several hundred metres. We will end our session by securing her in a very special latex bodysuit that will test her endurance, over the next few days, to the absolute limit. Are there any questions before we start?'

The audience, glancing coyly at one another, shook their heads and waited in breathless anticipation for what was to come next. After a brief pause the vet continued with his narration. 'First, I need to check that everything is in working order. So we will start with the ears.' Reaching into one of the larger pockets positioned at his hips he pulled out an otoscope. Pulling Jenny's ear to open the canal he inserted the instrument's tip inside it and flicked on the light. Stooping down to carefully examine her right ear, moving the instrument this way and that as he worked, he quickly moved across to repeat the procedure on the other side. 'Good news, ladies and gentlemen. Everything seems in perfect working order, which means there will be no problem plugging her ears with the wax earplugs that are commonly worn with the device, inside its hood. As this suit is worn in punishment we often try to remove as many of the senses as possible when the occupant is inside it. Her trainer will be able to engineer her suit so she won't be able to see, hear, talk or use her hands and feet to touch or feel. Her movement may also be restricted, although she will be given regular daily exercise. All of that will help to focus her concentration on what the "device" will be doing to her body. Now I will examine Petal's body for any signs of abnormalities, enlargement or tenderness.'

Jenny listened with trepidation. If she'd thought she was helpless before, that was nothing compared to what they were planning to put her through in a few minutes' time. She would be encased in a world of silent darkness and completely reliant on her captors for food, shelter and a guiding hand to help her move from one place to the next, if the vet was to be believed. They were going to lock her tight inside her head and watch her suffer the torments of sensory deprivation. It was solitary confinement, but worse. Her body would be constantly primed for orgasm only to have it denied at the last instant. This was intolerable. It was just beginning to dawn on her that the position she would soon be in was worse than that of even the lowliest of animals. They could not expect her to endure this, surely? Were they messing with her head? But even as the thought crossed her mind she knew these people were deadly serious in their intent. They meant to break her. After two days of this, if she made it, there was a very real possibility she would be exactly like the girls in the stable; meek, mild-mannered and ready to obey every little command at the earliest opportunity. Thrashing about in her bonds as the thought took hold, she screamed through her bit and made her displeasure at their treatment be known. A few errant tears leaked from eyes, but her fury kept most of them at bay.

'See the beauty of the breeding frame? Try as she might there is very little movement Petal can achieve within it. She cannot hurt herself, she cannot hurt others and I can continue the examination in confidence.' The vet was as good as his word and his hands stroked and kneaded all available flesh, from the tops of her thighs to the tips of her fingers. Her upper back, neck and shoulders were manipulated under his efficient hands, and struggle as she might it made no difference to his thorough inspection. When his fingers approached her mouth, however, Jenny ground her teeth over the bit before snapping at him. 'Ahh, I wondered if you might prove difficult,' he said. Reaching inside his deep pocket once more he pulled out what appeared to be a thick rubber ring, with two studded leather straps attached to it. Jenny hadn't a clue what he was showing her, but apparently the audience did as there were a few nods of appreciation.

'I can see you're going to need calming down before we dress you up in your shiny latex suit, but that can be arranged, I think, with a bit of audience participation. Are there any volunteers?' He looked pointedly at the crowd gathered around him, and most could be seen nodding their heads or raising their hands. Indicating the two men closest to him and beckoning them forward, he issued his instructions. 'Handling a human pony can be a difficult business which will often require speed and agility, so I have a challenge for you. If you are successful in your task, I will allow you the reward of soothing Petal in her hour of need, gentlemen. What say you?' Both men nodded heartily and smiled. 'One of you will need to remove her bit and bridle, while the other will need to squeeze her jaw open and insert this ring gag firmly inside her mouth, just behind her teeth. I need to examine her mouth and I am wary of doing so while she is in such a spirited mood.' Having said that he dangled the gag in front of Jenny's eyes and waited for someone to grab it. He didn't have to wait long.

There was barely time to blink before fingers were hastily undoing the silver buckles of her bridle and trying to squeeze the bit from her mouth. She did not make it easy for them. Clamping her teeth firmly into the rubber she shook her head madly, as best as she was able, and made all manner of unladylike sounds. It didn't make the least amount of difference as with a hard wrench one of the men before her pried it from her mouth, watching as she showered spittle over the spotless white floor in front of her. Wanting to scream bloody murder, but knowing that would give them exactly the leverage they needed, Jenny clamped her jaws firmly shut and continued thrashing her head around. The crowd were in fits of hysterics by now, but the only thought in Jenny's head was the need to deny them access to her mouth. Realising what they shortly had planned for her she was all for biting and chewing any piece of flesh that came her way, but there was little she could do when a strong hand cupped her jaw and fingers roughly levered her teeth apart. Even though the opening was only a few millimetres the man used the space to the best of its advantage by threading the red rubber ring inside her jaw horizontally, before tightening the leather straps behind her head which caused the ring to pop up vertically and force her mouth open wide. Yet again she hadn't stood a chance.

After the men received an appreciative round of applause the vet continued his examination. Having donned a pair of clear latex gloves, a long mouth swab was already in his hand as he approached his patient's face. 'There, there, filly.' He patted her head. 'I'm just going to take a look around and get a sample of your DNA. It's nothing to worry about.' Lifting her face in one hand and pulling up her top lip with the other he began to carefully inspect the area. His fingers pressed down upon her upper gums for a few seconds before they moved inside the 'O' of her gag and began to palpate her tongue gently.

'I'm checking her mouth for pallor and moistness and her tongue for any signs of ulceration. You'll be pleased to know she's got some excellent colour and no abnormalities that I can see.' He dragged the swab through her mouth and replaced it in a test tube for safekeeping.

Jenny was being driven insane. She was wearing herself out with futile struggling and her body was already limp and lethargic from the rigours of the auction. She could hardly believe what these people were doing to her. What did they want with her DNA and how dare they take it without her permission?

'We take samples of all our ponies' DNA and blood. It can be useful to treat or diagnose illness and these particulars are often scrutinised by buyers before purchase, especially if they want to breed them.'

Especially if they want to what?
Jenny did not hear the mumbled comments and general chatter of the people gathered around her after that little titbit of information. She was absolutely shell-shocked. If her jaw hadn't been wired open it would have hung so, and quite unattractively. Breeding? They could not be serious. Goddamn! Alas, she could not even stamp her feet, spread apart as they were with the metal pole. Who were these people? What did they want with her? And where, for the umpteenth time, was her ticket out of here?

If the vet saw the multitude of questions bouncing off Jenny's temples like a slew of grand slam ace tennis balls, he chose not to pay them too much attention. His fingertip was over her eyelid and stretching the delicate membrane upwards. 'I'm just checking her sclera for signs of discoloration or reddening.' He moved to the other eye and repeated the same invasive treatment. 'Once more it appears that she is in tip-top shape.' Inserting the stethoscope into each of his ears, with some struggle he managed to place it just below Jenny's corset, directly above her heart. 'I have not been instructed to do a thorough examination today, so I'm going to note her heart rate and blood pressure before and after the relaxant.' The smile he gave Jenny was not comforting in the slightest. She had a mouthful of saliva caught behind her ring gag that could not be moved, which was unfortunate, because if she could have moved it the vet would be wearing it right now. Whilst pooling saliva might have been the least of her discomforts at this moment in time, it was the one she was focusing on to keep herself sane.