A Rough Ride: Pony Girl Training in Latex and Leather (12 page)

Passing the lightweight ripples of satin into his awaiting hands, there was a discernible tremor that ran right through her. Needing something to do she knelt in front of him and clutched her hands behind her back before dipping her eyes to the floor.

Even though now focused on the carpet she still managed to catch a glimpse of her skirt as it was gently unfolded. The material was then shaken vigorously and her traitorous panties fell to the floor, almost invisible on the beige carpet before her - almost, but not quite.

'Well, well, what have we here?'

There was a lengthy silence, and in the end Marianna decided he was waiting for her to break it. It took some effort to pry her tongue from the roof of her mouth, and further effort to make it articulate intelligible words. Finally she managed to utter, 'My panties, Sir,' in a broken sort of whisper and added, 'I'm sorry.' It would not be as simple as an apology though, and her thoughts began to run riot as to what torments might befall her shortly.

'Oh, I suspect you are, Marianna, but not half as sorry as you will be.'

A Spanking Goodnight

After an exhausting crawl back to the stables Jenny found herself smartly lined up with all the other ponies. Squirming in the prickly hay, a long line of bare buttocks were mounted in the air, quivering with apprehension. Thankfully she couldn't feel the annoying spikes of the bedding beneath her, but that did not mean she was at all enamoured of the thin cocoon of latex which protected her. She had been in the suit less than two hours and she could honestly say she would have happily traded her soul in order to escape it. Gearing up to torment her further, the incessant vibrations increased and with shocking intensity.

Similarly on all fours, the girls in front of her had been stripped of most of their tack and given a good rub down. Their bodies displayed the tell-tale marks of a good grooming and every single inch of skin on display had pinked in colour, some more than others. Each ass cheek, without exception, had blossomed from the pale white hue upon awakening to the colour of brilliant fuchsia.

They had obviously been waiting for her and none of them looked particularly pleased. Ah yes, that would probably be because they were all getting a few extra spanks due to Lyle's nastiness yesterday. It was hardly her fault and what was an extra ten spanks between friends, anyway? It wasn't as if most of these weirdo's didn't enjoy it, was it? To be honest, Jenny had even decided she was looking forward to a little heat on her backside, because the damn vibrating dildos were beginning to drive her mad as they twisted and drilled inside her. The suit had taken its time with a slow build-up of sensation and it was now beginning to get nasty, employing all of its nefarious devices in perfect unison. Still, it hadn't managed to get to her yet and she refused to let its continuous pestering affect her. Mind over matter, she told herself. She could beat this. She could beat them. The only question was time.

'Have all the grooms got their spanking hands ready and primed?' Kyle was wearing a sickening grin as he faced them all, and his wide-legged stance with his green crocodile boots pointed in opposing directions meant business. He rubbed his hands together as if to confirm his obvious glee, before he continued. 'We'll start with a warm-up hand spanking, to get the fillies used to the idea, and then we'll progress to paddles. When I think we've adequately prepared these asses we'll finish up with our final ten additional spanks of the evening, which have been provided courtesy of Miss Redcliff, and these will be delivered by your belts, gentlemen.'

The long line of ponies treated this news, on the whole, as bad. There were a few gasps, some lip biting, some excited whinnying, some head tossing and more than a couple of dark looks directed at Jenny. She sensibly kept her eyes forward and on the floor. She was in enough trouble already.

'To make things a little more interesting and challenging for our lead pony, Petal, she'll need to suck five cocks to completion before we begin the final ten. So the length of your warm-up is entirely dependent on her abilities. Let's all hope she's a good little cocksucker, shall we? If not, you're all going to be bedding down to sleep on your stomachs, ponies.'

Due to Jenny's field of vision being severely limited with her tiny little eye slits, she didn't see Kyle's nod of the head which indicated the proceedings should begin. When Daniel slammed his hand into her backside, offering little sympathy for the day's previous abuse, she shrieked out a vehement protest. He paid not the slightest bit of attention to her and when the next slap of his hand landed on her buttocks she almost wished for the gag to be back in her mouth. At least she would have something to bite down upon. Even though the initial spanks of his hand weren't particularly fierce, they stung with a fervour that was unholy.

Twin tears trickled down Jenny's cheeks. Thankfully they were obscured from view, although she was beginning to wonder if she cared. What started as tears could well end in screaming and all around her would hear those, she would make sure of it. Her previous stripes from the cane at the auction were going to make this new ordeal the worst she had endured yet. If she was crying at a few handprints, by the time Daniel had unleashed his belt she would be screeching. The thin rubber coating which covered her from head to toe did little to lessen the severity of the smack and only served to be a hot, sticky annoyance. She squirmed. Daniel grabbed her tail, which thankfully was not now embedded in her ass, and wound it carefully around his free hand as the other continued to do damage.

'Stay still, Petal,' he said softly. 'You've got to try and set an example for the herd.'

An example for what? Her ability to withstand ridiculous and nonsensical discipline? She was going to set an example all right. First, she was going to test the powers of her newly corseted lungs by yelling the place down. She opened her mouth to do just that when she felt something press against her lips and shoot forward. She did not have to peer down to ascertain what it was that had just filled her mouth. It was soft, it was silky, it was delightfully fragranced with a sweet, citrusy, lemony soap, and it was by far the best thing she had tasted in the last three days.

When it sunk straight to the back of her gullet and started swelling in the hot confines of her throat she nearly came on the spot, but the suit had other ideas. All of the thrusting dildos stopped in mid-stroke and at the same time the vibrations cut out. That in itself wouldn't have stopped her orgasm, but unfortunately two twin nipple clamps bore down on her very tender teats and the pressure was excruciating. That took care of the impending explosion. She cried out in pain, but due to the thick cock now filling her mouth, there was little sound to be heard.

'Goddamn, she's tight. You said she was good, Kyle, but hell, the back of this throat is heavenly.'

'I'm looking forward to sampling the delights after you lot have finished, Dino, so get a move on.'

Jenny heard Kyle's voice to the rear of her, muted somewhat through her hood, but didn't pay it much attention. She was more intent on sucking the long spear in front of her clean of all its deliciously zesty sweetness. After three days of mush anything with a modicum of taste was appealing. What she wouldn't give for a single square of chocolate at this moment in time was anybody's guess. Trying to ignore the way her pussy clenched around the now silent and still sentinels buried deep inside her, she made herself busy slathering the cock in her saliva, before sucking at it as if she were taking part at the national lollipop slurping championships, if there were such a thing.

The thought of doing the member in her mouth some damage didn't even occur to her. The suit had fired her body up to boiling point and the spanks still descending from Daniel's hand kept her pleasantly simmering, with the added stimulus of a cock inside her. The tears were long gone, the pain was manageable and her appetite took on an insatiable demeanour. She loved the feeling of being filled in every available hole, she wanted sex and lots of it, and most of all she really wanted a large, juicy, biggest-orgasm-in-the-world type earthquake. Which she was well aware she was not going to get, for at least the next two days anyway.

So to kill time until then, Jenny sucked. And sucked. And sucked. Number one must have spurted in record time because she felt she had barely begun before her mouth was filled with the salty taste of semen. She was so thirsty she welcomed any kind of liquid and greedily lapped the goo down.

'Hungry little beastie, isn't she?' Dino watched appreciatively as Petal devoured his present, her lips smacking together as she savoured her tiny meal.

'Aren't they all?' Kyle drawled the question lazily and indicated that the next man should take his place in line. Jenny was ready for him. Her mouth was already open and eager to receive the next contestant. Number two was big, hairy and smelt of pine forests. That was when the paddles came out. Even through her hood the sound of vigorous smacking echoed noisily against the brick walls of the barn. The air was filled with cracks, bangs and noisy squealing. She barely noticed, so focused was she on the impressive rod in front of her. The man now standing before her was a bit bigger and a good deal more forceful than the last. In order to accommodate the large girth of his member he used his hands on either side of her face to slam his cock repeatedly to the back of her throat. She didn't care. The suit had just started up again. Things began thrusting and jiggling very nicely. The paddle upon her backside was only a minor inconvenience. Heat was spreading all over her body and having her mouth impaled on the large monster was an impressive challenge to conquer.

The girls around her were becoming far more vocal in their cries as the smacks of the paddle increased in both strength and volume. They were also shuffling around a lot more and even through her hood she could hear continuous rustle and crunch of hay as it moved around underneath them. It was a good thing she was made of stern stuff if this was to be her lot from now on. Concentrating on the long hard strokes as he plunged his cock back and forward, Jenny needed to do little but sit back and enjoy the ride. She kept her jaws carefully clamped around his member and sucked when she was able, drawing as little air in as necessary. With an explosive roar the man came in a gurgling fountain of fluid and she was two down, three to go.

The suit was beginning to come into its own as number three, a rather slim and pathetic affair, nudged at her lips. This one smelt a little sweaty and tasted particularly salty, and she guessed it belonged to one of the stable hands. Her eye slits didn't get to admire faces, just stomachs as they were thrust in front of her. That was probably a good thing. As her tender nipples and breasts began to enjoy a soft massage she almost purred as her face twisted this way and that, trying to get the perfect angle with which to suck. This one lasted barely three minutes inside her talented mouth.

'She's good, Kyle. She'll do you proud.' There was the sound of a zipper being refastened and a heavy thump on her head. 'Well done, filly. You'll get that black collar in no time.'

Jenny would have growled at him, but another cock had already begun to fill her. Enormous, minty and rather frisky, it gave her plenty to think about. Especially as the stimulator had buzzed into life which in turn caused her to wiggle her ass to and fro, making Daniel have to work a little harder than his colleagues positioned around him. The blows rained down a little slower, but there was more force behind them. The grooms were getting tired. Jenny was oblivious to the pain her backside was experiencing but her fellow ponies were not. Snuffles and sobs of distress could now be heard down the line and it was obvious that more than a few backsides were suffering. There was more than one anxious whiney that flew through the air on a pained squawk.

Hey, I'm doing my best here, Jenny thought, with a mouth stretched to its absolute limit and a body once again suffering the delights of intense arousal. At least the other girls only had a spanking to contend with. She, on the other hand, had the works. Her mouth was now dribbling with a mixture of saliva and semen, and her jaw was becoming tired. The effort of bobbing her head back and forth was taking its toll and her head felt heavier and stiffer with each passing thrust. Luckily number four had an agenda all of its own and managed to erupt with little effort on her part. As he came he kept his balls pressed tight into her chin and she couldn't breathe for the whole time it took him to climax. When he finally withdrew she had to quickly intake a big gulp of air and this had her choking upon his offering. Her eyes were watering yet again and there wasn't a tear in sight.

'My turn,' said a familiar voice. 'Suck it up, Petal. It's time for the finale.' Kyle didn't even wait for the choking to subside. His hips thrust forward and his cock speared her throat in a single lunge. Jenny found herself unable to breathe yet again. The latex was becoming insufferably hot, her body was swishing and swaying in the throes of intense pleasure and her plastic hooves were pawing at the floor in panic. She needed air. Trying to pull her head back to suck in a breath, he countered her move by pushing forward and placing his hand on the back of her neck to keep her in place.

'I know you can't inhale,' he said, even as she struggled to free herself from his captivity. 'I hold that power over you now. I can withhold the very air you breathe. Scary isn't it?'

Jenny couldn't summon enough energy to nod her head, which was spinning and dancing with black spots due to her lack of oxygen. Kyle slid his member out of her throat slowly and watched as she gasped and spluttered.

'I hold so much power over that body of yours; you'd do well to remember to please me.'

Taking big, wheezing lungful's of air, Jenny managed a small nod. He patted her head as his cock rested carefully on her tongue.

'So far you've managed quite well, but I can see you flagging, Pet. Let's put a little bit of enthusiasm into this, shall we?'

The air all around her was now rife with gasps, whimpers and moans. The paddles were being thrown with some force and only Jenny still remained impervious to the agony her backside was receiving. Deciding to get her one final task of the evening over with, so she could get some food and rest in short order, she took a deep breath and dived forward, impaling herself on the mean monster before her. As she took him to the back of her throat she had the strangest suspicion of déjà vu. He smelt familiar. He also had a familiar taste and felt like he was trying to split her jaw in two. Trying to place together the tastes, smells and sensations in her head, her mind tried to piece together the puzzle. The trouble was, it was almost impossible to think with dildos thrusting about everywhere, a clitoris nearing the point of no return and a backside that had just started to feel like a ball in a ping-pong tournament. The pain was now beginning to bite and she let out a whine as Kyle began slowly thrusting back and forth inside her. She did heed his warning, her mouth tightening around him as hard as it could, making sure her tongue twisted its way around the head on each upstroke. Her jaw ached so badly that the effort of holding her mouth open was agony, but there would be no excuses with this man. She knew that instinctively. With each heavy stroke that passed along her tongue she began to regret her decision. Mark hadn't been this rough and at least he'd had a sense of humour. This one, although he had the look of an angel, appeared cruel and thoughtless in his actions. Time would tell, she guessed. Her backside stung. Her body felt like a shoal of fish were beginning to nibble and slurp at each nerve-ending. She was at sensory overload, and unfortunately it appeared that Kyle was in no hurry to spurt.