A Rough Ride: Pony Girl Training in Latex and Leather (5 page)

'You're an animal. You need to beg like one. As you can't use your hooves you need to use your tongue. I want you to thrust that tongue out as far as it can go and when I'm satisfied you've got the look just right, I'll let you draw me inside you.' He dragged his cock along her lower lip and watched her body twitch in delight.

Jenny was quick to obey; thrusting her tongue outside the metal ring as far as it would go. She didn't care about the humiliation, nor did she care about her audience. Her thoughts centred solely on Amand and Domingo.

'Wouldn't she look great with her hooves begging upwards in supplication, Domingo?' Pleading for the chance to suck and service us? Do you think she would make a nice addition to our stable in a few months' time?'

Domingo just laughed. 'A few months? Try a few years. This one will wear black.'

'Mmmm. That makes me even harder.' He pumped his cock in his hands, slowly at first but the speed increased with each passing stroke. 'OK, lovely tongue, pony-girl. That's it, thrust it forward and back. You'll get the hang of it. Now I want to see some pleading with those pretty blue eyes.' He grabbed a handful of hair from the top of her head and pulled her face back so he could watch every tiny nuance of her expression.

Jenny wanted to scream in frustration. Domingo had resumed his little thrusts into one of the more tender parts of her anatomy and his tongue was wonderfully skilled. He performed little pumps, longer lunges and then more circling, around and around. She was yelling, snuffling and squirming madly and could only hope that the expression in her eyes was enough to please Amand.

'Yes, that's it Petal, you've captured the look perfectly,' and with those words he laid his cock down carefully upon her supplicating tongue.

Jenny sighed. It was warm, soft and silky. There was a pleasant salty taste to it and she couldn't wait to devour the beast.

'Wait. Do not suck until I tell you to. Just hold it right there and let your tongue curl around me.' Jenny did not need to be told twice. Amand sighed and closed his eyes as she did exactly as told.

Domingo had unzipped himself and was rubbing his cock up and down Jenny's backside. Just little strokes to let her know he was there, but the size of the beast behind her both frightened and excited her. This was almost going to be a replay of the auction room, but with the real deal in the form of two warm bodies and two throbbing cocks.

'Should I let her taste me, Domingo?'

Jenny greeted that comment with another pleading look and Amand smiled at her.

'Let her, Amand. She's been a good girl and good girls get to suck. Meanwhile I'm going to fuck her and bang against these beautifully red-raw ass cheeks. It's going to sting a little but I have a feeling Petal might enjoy the sensation.'

Amand needed no further encouragement as he thrust his cock to the back of her throat. Domingo, meanwhile, rubbed himself up and down the entrance to Jenny's sex. Her lips had already parted prettily, eagerly awaiting his entry but he wanted Amand to get a good rhythm going before he joined in the party.

'Suck, Petal, suck!' Amand had begun thrusting greedily into her mouth and Jenny struggled to keep up. Although she was well lubricated it wasn't the easiest task in the world to suck when the front of her mouth was prised open with a metal ring. She had to concentrate on using her jaw rather than her lips to provide the tight sensation Good-Looking was after. Judging by the look on his face he was reasonably pleased with her efforts. That was when things started to get a little difficult...

Domingo began to plunge his cock inside her pussy, with sharp and powerful thrusts. Her backside, still smarting nastily after its previous treatment with the cane, howled in protest. She, however, did not. Armand was plugging her mouth far too quickly and far too thoroughly for even the slightest whisper to escape her lips. The pain of Domingo's body slamming into her backside was like a fourth of July firecracker to her body. She came alive and it was as if someone had plugged in all the electrical circuits in her brain at once. Domingo grabbed a handful of hair from the top of her head and grazed her cheek with the stubble of his jaw as he banged into her once again.

'Boy is this one tight, Amand. You've got the wrong end,' and with that he used her head as a leverage point to pound into her backside harder.

'I don't think so,' said Amand, struggling to breathe as he continued to bury himself in the depths of Petal's throat. The soft ring of her gag grazed the tender flesh of his cock beautifully and the cool rubber coupled with the warm of her mouth was his undoing.

Domingo's fingers worked the nipple clamps and chain on Petal, tugging and dragging until her poor little buds were straining and swollen. His body worked hers over like a freight train, so big and powerful that each thrust was as much maximum damage as it was pleasure. When his fingers finally dipped and reached for the pulsing nub of her clit, Jenny needed only the lightest of touches before she took the plunge over the edge of consciousness. Her body suffered paroxysms of the grandest order. Each further thrust from Domingo's loins sent another wave of sensation flowing through her, and when Armand erupted in her mouth she vocally gurgled her pleasure. Her body was a riptide of turbulent emotions and for several seconds afterward she could barely breathe.

Domingo cared not. He was concentrating on burying his massive member deep inside her. Lifting Petal up by her inner thighs he angled her backside up towards him to get a better angle on his lunges. Having only managed to bury half of his cock inside her up to now, the improved position allowed him to go deeper, and thankfully this was aided by the fact that his pony was fairly gushing with her very own brand of enthusiasm. His fingers found her clit and forced the poor abused little root to stand to attention once more.

As Amand withdrew from her lips a thick gob of semen and saliva dribbled over the red ring and flowed down her chin. She barely noticed the wet line of goo as it trailed downwards towards the floor. She was too intent on relishing the 'Domingo effect' and savouring the delicious sting as he slapped into her ass. When the gag was removed and in its place appeared Amand's face, she automatically opened her mouth. She had no idea why, the reaction was automatic and fuelled by lust. When his beautifully dark, caramel eyes bored into hers she knew she was lost. Letting him drink his fill, she watched as Amand's soft lips vied with hers in order to drink his own essence. Her legs went weak and would have buckled had they not been held tight in restraints.

Domingo worked her over with his confident stroke and more than competent fingers. They tugged, cajoled, rolled and flicked. Jenny loved it all. Mewling and crying into Amand's mouth she could not believe it when her body was on the verge of yet another orgasm merely seconds after the first. Each little bell attached to her webbing and corset tinkled sweet music as her body quivered. 'Oooh,' she moaned, but the sound was whipped away by the gentle pressure of lips and when his tongue began to war with hers, she was again roaring with need.

Amand finally pulled his lips away to murmur, 'Beg for that orgasm, Petal. Let me see that sweet tongue, pretty Pet. Show me how much you want this.'

Jenny tried to fight the instinct to do exactly as he asked. Her eyes were swimming with arousal and floating around the room, watching the crowd as they got down to business themselves. But Domingo's fingers were relentless in their pursuit. Already she was on the brink of release and she could feel her pussy stretched as never before, the massive cock filling her and banging into her with a frenzied rhythm she could not control.

Armand traced his finger around her swollen lips and tilted his head to the side. 'Show me that tongue, Pretty Pink Petals. Domingo won't let you have the goodies until you do. He's very particular about such things.' There was a knowing nod as he looked over Jenny to watch the powerful black man let loose an almighty roar of satisfaction.

As his cock plied for admission at the entrance to her cervix Jenny gurgled upon the last vestiges of pooled semen in her mouth while her tongue snaked out of its own accord. Please, please, please, she begged silently. She felt Domingo's cock twitch and jerk spasmodically inside her as his fingernails bit into the flesh of her shoulders. Her eyes, still roaming the room, finally caught a glimpse of Mark who had buried himself in the shadows. Back against the wall, with his hands casually at his sides, he gave off a relaxed air until she ventured up to his dark, almost black, unfathomable eyes. His look of fury would be forever imprinted upon her brain as she screamed out the pleasure Domingo's fingers had finally released.

The Device

'I do love a screamer, don't you?' Kyle had sidled up to the wall against which Mark rested and was grinning lewdly at the sight of the ménage before him.

Mark ignored him. Jealousy coursed through his bloodstream, bile forced its way up into his throat and he wanted to rip the heads off both of the bi-brothers who were currently mopping up their own bodily fluids and sweat. He'd never felt anything close to it and he didn't like the emotion one little bit. Jennifer Redcliff looked resplendent wearing her tight white corset. Her new hour-glass figure, swollen lips, glazed eyes and splayed legs were a sight to behold and it was all he could do to control himself. With her head thrown back in the throes of intense pleasure and her short hair plastered to her head, she looked almost divine. The trouble was he wanted to be the one who put a look like that on her face and woe betides anyone else who wanted a go. It was all he could do, at this moment in time, to prevent himself committing mass murder. Breathe, just breathe, he told himself. She would be his soon enough. He scraped his short fingernails upon the plasterboard behind him and tried to divert his concentration from the sublime picture of wanton submissiveness Miss Redcliff had created. He might as well have tried to stop the space and time continuum. As a bucket of tepid water was brought in by a stable hand he found his eyes glued to the poor boy's hands as they began to soap up her body. If he had his crop handy right now, the stable hand would be getting more than just his knuckles rapped. At the ridiculous thought, Mark felt sick.

'I'm going to be getting me a piece of that ass,' said Kyle.

It took a while for the words to register, so intent was he on watching each and every little place the stable hand's fingers were going. He now wanted to rip the poor boy's digits off, one by one and feed them to him. His first foray with the green monster was not going well. Finally, Kyle's words hit home.

'How's the nose, Levison? The concealer you're using to cover up the bruise is dripping down your face, sweetheart.' It had been an educated guess but when Kyle quickly put his hand up to his nose to test Mark's statement and it came away smudged with an orangey paint, Mark couldn't help a snort. 'Now do me a favour and get out of my sight before I rearrange the rest of your face.'

In response Kyle gave him the finger. He'd already begun to walk away, so the threat hadn't really been necessary. Mark would put money on the fact that pretty boy was off to the gents to make sure his face was still reasonably attractive to the opposite sex. What did Jennifer Redcliff see in him? He was distracted from his train of thought by the vet, who had once again taken centre stage and having dismissed the stable hand, thank God, cleared his throat to attract everyone's attention.

'Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you enjoyed our little appetizer and are now ready to move on to the main event?' The vet took a sweeping glance over the room and was rewarded with the rapt attention of his audience. 'Good. Then I shall begin by releasing Petal from the frame and her spreader bar. Now where are the would-be trainers?'

Mark stepped forward smartly. The vet frowned when Kyle was nowhere to be found. 'He's gone to powder his nose,' Mark informed him. 'He has a very delicate constitution and sometimes these types of scenes upset him.' There were a few amused smiles amongst the crowd.

'Ah, OK,' said the vet, having not caught the sarcasm imbued in Mark's statement. He looked rather perplexed at the idea that any of the trainers in Albrecht might be squeamish, but recovering his composure he moved the conversation along. 'Right sir, if you'd like to pick up a crop or paddle I think that will be enough encouragement to ensure our trainee remains still for the fitting.'

Mark chose a black leather crop with a vicious looking tip. Jenny barely noticed. She wasn't used to the kind of exertions Albrecht was placing upon her and all she wanted to do right now was curl up on the floor and go to sleep. When the two of them finally untangled her from the frame she would have fallen into a heap, physically unable to support herself, had they not managed to catch her body and lower her dead weight gently to the floor.

It was obvious to Mark where the problem lay. Jenny was close to exhaustion by the looks of her heavily lidded eyes and trembling limbs. As a result of the auction she wouldn't have had any food or fluids since breakfast, and with all the excitement it appeared everyone else had forgotten. He strode towards the fridge in the corner, near the vet's table, and pulled the door open wide. Scanning the contents quickly, most of which were medical in nature, he found what he was looking for. Positioned along the door compartment of the refrigerator was an array of different flavoured energy gels. He pulled two orange packets out, figuring that was the least she was going to need if she was shortly to be cocooned in stiflingly hot latex. When he walked back to her she had not moved from her coiled position on the floor and her eyes were staring vacantly at the ceiling. It was probably less distressing than focusing on the sea of faces around her, he guessed, or indeed the rubber suit the vet was earnestly preparing behind her.

Ripping the tops off both packets simultaneously with his teeth, he stooped to her inert form and slowly let the fluid pool on her tongue. It seemed to snap her out of her stupor, for she began lapping at the contents of the two packets in earnest. He carefully drip fed her and didn't stop until he had drained the packets dry. Kneeling beside her on the floor he caressed the side of her cheek. As mad as he was at her earlier behaviour, it would wait until later. Right now she would need lots of encouragement to get her through the next ordeal.