A Rough Ride: Pony Girl Training in Latex and Leather (23 page)

Taking a deep breath and facing her new challenge, Jenny wondered how her aching mouth would cope with the large offering that was slowly working its way towards her. She'd only been gag-free for about five minutes today and her jaw would start cramping at the slightest provocation, she was sure of it. Watching the large pink abomination come straight towards her as the naked pony-girl crawled forwards, she licked her lips and lubricated her mouth with as much saliva as she could. It looked like she was going to need it.

'Come on, Honey,' said Lavinia. 'Stop all this messing around and fuck her good. We want a show. Make it messy.' They stomped their boots in enthusiasm and disintegrated into raucous laughter, watching the long pink dildo gag wobble up and down as the pony-girl crawled. Jenny rolled her eyes around in her hood, safe in the knowledge that the twittering twins were both laughing so hard neither would notice. Honey, her breasts swaying like heavy pendulums as their little clamps tinkled sweetly, advanced on Jenny. Giving her an apologetic glance, which considering the gag was nothing more than a softening around the eye area, she lined up her dildo and prepared her aim. Jenny got the message. She opened her mouth and pulled back at the right instant.

Whilst Honey didn't ram the thing down her throat, the size was such that it was going to take some swallowing. The plastic slithered inside her lips and the rounded dome of the head began to forge a path inside her throat. At least the pony-girl knew what she was doing. Pushing and pulling the jellified plastic back and forth she inched forward little by little, giving Jenny time to accommodate herself around the large beast.

Jenny decided it wasn't as nice as having a real cock in her mouth. The plastic was cold and didn't have the delicious salty tang of a cock, but oddly enough the sight of Honey thrusting gently into her throat aroused her. The pony-girl was gaining ground and it was clear this was not the first time she had been asked to complete this particular task. Letting her companion dominate her mouth to the best of her abilities, Jenny drank in the sight of her.

Honey wore a red collar, which meant she was much further up the pecking order in Albrecht than Jenny was. Her red collar was much slimmer than the thick white version she currently wore. Her nameplate was gold in colour too, rather than the dull silver that housed her own name. So there were perks to rising up the ranks apparently. Honey also had a full head of luscious blonde hair to complement her tail plug, which swished about behind her in great sweeps, as did most of the other girls' tails in the room. Jenny wondered if that came naturally or whether it was another aspect of the rigorous training to be found at the stables. She suspected it was the latter. Honey's big brown eyes were venturing closer and closer towards hers. The dildo was pressing regularly for entrance at the back of her throat and Jenny was gurgling at the intrusion. Trying to flick her eyes sideways she wondered what the pair of women thought of their antics, but her hood hid everything from view bar the thrusting plastic penis in front of her, and the ladies had gone very quiet.

With around an inch to go of the long pink intruder, Jenny thought it would be impossible to get any more of the thing inside her. She could barely breathe as it was, but gurgle and paw though she might, Honey did not take no for an answer and the thing moved relentlessly forward as the girl's beautiful, heavily lashed eyes moved closer and closer towards her. Jenny almost panicked. She could feel her airway constricting as the head began plunging down the back of her throat, seeking entrance to God only knew where. Honey must have read her mind though, as she gently shook her head, never wavering in her slow but forceful thrusts.

She'd seen it all before, thought Jenny. Watching Honey continue to pump at her like a well-oiled piston, Jenny concentrated on relaxing the muscles of her throat, to allow the last tiny half inch to be swallowed up inside her. Everything was now stretched to the limit. Her lips were pulled back around its thick girth, her tongue lolled at its base and her jaw was once again screaming as fits of painful cramps overtook it. She had to tell herself several times to ease her stricken jaw, breathing in deeply and letting the continued pulsations of the dildo do its work. Ignoring the pain and the tight friction in her mouth she suffered silently as Honey moved steadily, finally burying the thing deep inside her and remaining motionless as their task was completed.

The ladies applauded in obvious glee and both pony-girls, in a lips-to-lips pose, turned to stare at the couple who had clearly been enjoying themselves immensely at the show they had presented. Both women's skirts were now wound up tightly around their waists and no panties were anywhere in sight. Judging by their flushed faces, Jenny suspected they had just shared a rather nice orgasm. Lucky for some, she thought, gurgling around the eight inch plastic penis lodged firmly in the back of her throat and which no amount of tugging on her part was likely to remove.

The ladies finally took pity on their pathetic mode of coupling and began pulling the two pony-girls apart. Unfortunately the dildo had managed to connect them together in an almost permanent fashion and it took more than a few generous tugs before they managed to break the seal that had been formed. When the thing finally popped free from Jenny's mouth with an embarrassing plop, her relief was palpable, not least because she hadn't been able to breathe properly for the last ten minutes or so. Sucking in heavy gulps of air she turned her attention back to her Mistresses and felt a long sliver of saliva slide down her hooded face and land on the floor below. Urrgh.

'Do you think they deserve a treat, Lavinia?' Sylvia batted her thick black eyelashes at her friend and awaited her approval.

Lavinia's thick, rounded lips, smeared copiously with bright pink lipstick, pursed together thoughtfully. 'What kind of treat were you thinking of, Sylvia? If we're talking orgasms we can only award one and if we're talking polo mints, again, we've only got one taker.'

'Well, it's a problem that's easily enough solved, isn't it darling? We'll have an orgasm for Honey over there, and a juicy mint for Jenny over here. Splendid.'

Sylvia proffered a hand towards Jenny which contained a single, round, polo mint. Jenny's mouth immediately watered and she didn't think twice as she bent her head down to suck it up. Humiliating though it was, the mint was the best damn thing she had tasted in days. Sugar, oh God, how she had missed it! Feeling the smooth sweet slide across her tongue she savoured the intense flavour as it poured through her tired mouth, helping to return her saliva and soothe her throat. Though the humble mint was far from her favourite type of sweet, right now it felt as if she had been offered a double chocolate caramel sundae with honeycomb and fudge chips. Having said that, pleasant though the mint was, she would have killed for an orgasm and couldn't watch as the ladies worked their fingers and tongues gently over Honey's body. A mint vs. an orgasm? There was no comparison really.

Watching helplessly, while wallowing in self-pity, she observed Honey's body as it twisted and undulated beneath their talented hands. Fingers dived inside her leather harness, searching for her clamped nipples, which they then proceeded to tug gently. They flicked the little bells with their fingernails, just for the pleasure of watching the poor girl wince, and then they really got to work. The women let their lips rove over the poor girl's body, teeth nipping and pinching her exposed flesh. Earlobes, the delicate skin around her neck, and the undersides of her breasts - they ravished everything. Hands stroked, caressing, rubbing and rolling. Soft wet tongues explored her inner thighs and sex with a gentle lapping motion and they found her tail plug irresistible. Diving underneath her body and circling it, a set of teeth began to pluck it from its hideaway, amidst plenty of protest. Well, as much protest as could be offered when gagged with a giant dildo.

Lavinia got between her legs, and holding a fistful of tail hair in her hands, began to pump it up and down with enthusiasm. Sylvia got a hold on the two clamps and began tugging them in alternate strokes, watching the full breasts bounce with excitement as they swung this way and that. When Lavinia thrust her fingers into the poor girl's pussy and began pumping, Honey mewled in pleasure.

'Uh, uh, uh,' said Sylvia as she shook her head. 'Not so fast, filly. I think I would like to sample your appendage myself.' She winked at the wide-eyed pony-girl before getting down on all fours in front of her, pushing her backside up in the air to reveal a dripping wet hole. Honey's big pink dildo quivered as Lavinia brought her thumb into play, caressing the pony's clit, and she laughed as the girl began bucking underneath her.

'Fuck me, slave, or your Master will hear about it,' ordered Sylvia. That was all the encouragement Honey needed and her plump plastic penis shot forth and prepared to spear inside Sylvia's pussy. Dipping inside the rosy red flesh, Honey generously coated the tip of her cock before she began pulsing it back and forth inside her willing victim, who shook her head full of red curls in ardent appreciation. 'Yessss,' she hissed, 'exactly like that.'

'You,' said Lavinia, pointing a French-manicured fingernail at Jenny. 'Get your ass behind me and show me a good time.' Jenny was pretty sure it wasn't her ass she wanted to see, so cracking her jaw in order to try and loosen it before another heavy onslaught began she got a wriggle on and managed to position herself behind Lavinia's rather generous backside. She didn't even think of disobeying the woman. Kyle had already proved himself a mean and vicious sadist and giving him unnecessary opportunities to torment her would not be a good idea.

Nudging up the ends of the leather skirt with her nose, Jenny pushed her hooded face in the woman's backside and buried her nose firmly between Lavinia's buttocks. Her tongue began lapping at her sex. She had a moment to be thankful for her latex covering; at least she was wipe clean. Her dildos chose that moment to begin pumping themselves up to maximum proportions, while her clit stimulator buzzed into life.
Oh no. Oh, no, no, no
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'Harder!' Lavinia demanded. Jenny employed her tongue to the best of her very limited skills, and began to pulse with a heavy pressure upon the tip of her clit, whilst her nether regions swelled and buzzed. 'Better. Keep it up, slut.'

Easy for you to say, thought Jenny, who was being rocked backed and forth by Honey's frantic pounding, as she bounced into both Sylvia and Lavinia with the frenzied thrusts of her dildo.

'Fingers on me, Honey,' ordered Sylvia. Honey immediately obeyed and her fingers dived upon the already swollen flesh of Sylvia's clit. She purred in delight. 'Harder, Honey. Show me what you can do with those fingers and your little penis.'

Jenny had no idea whether the comment angered Honey, but the next thing she knew she was nearly bounced backwards off Lavinia, who was gurgling happily beneath her tongue and the good old alphabet technique. Gathering up her hooves, she braced them around Lavinia's knees and held on for dear life as everyone begun bucking away in a mad frenzy and moaning, screaming or groaning as if they were about to explode.

Which they did... without her.

Everyone landed in a tangle of arms, legs and hooves and it was Jenny's turn to reach the peak of orgasm, before her suit fired a breath-taking shock into two rather delicate places within her body.

Honest Thoughts

'How did she do, ladies?' asked Kyle as he reached up to clip Petal's leash to her collar. There was a moment's silence while Sylvia and Lavinia shared a look with each other, before they gave him their full attention and both smiled coyly.

'Well, she got wax over my leg,' said Sylvia in a petulant voice.

'She put teeth marks on my skirt,' said Lavina, frowning, before she added, 'and her oral skills could use some work.'

'Ooh! I did not get wax...' It took Jenny all of three seconds before she realised her mistake. Her ball-gag was roughly slotted inside her mouth and Kyle pulled at her leash, constricting her heavy collar until she couldn't breathe, let alone utter a sound.

'Please accept my apologies, ladies. She's a novice and this is only her first day under my command. We intend to begin work on her inadequacies immediately, don't we, Petal?'

Jenny nodded quickly and pawed her hooves in the air appealingly. The cold look he shot her as he led her away was not at all comforting.

She seethed under Kyle's mishandling and although there was little she could do about it, thoughts of revenge began to appear uppermost in her mind. But they were quickly dashed. Honestly, what could she do to him? She was constantly tied up, gagged, humiliated and used. That was not going to change in the near future, if ever. It looked like she had exhausted her chances with both Hetty and Agnes, and Mark Matthews had probably disappeared halfway across the globe by now, leaving all thoughts of her far behind in his luxury private jet.

Why had she picked the cowboy? The worst thing about this whole façade was that she could only lie to herself for so long. She was beginning to enjoy the combined taste of pain and pleasure. Being humiliated and forced into tight bondage aroused her and, as much as she wanted to deny it, she was already beginning to crave the rough hands that manipulated and used her body to their advantage. Her body was in love with this place, but unfortunately, it appeared to have disconnected itself from her brain.

Ten minutes later she was rethinking her earlier thoughts. She was now installed inside the ladies toilets with a white plastic toilet brush spilling out of her butterfly gag, which had just been reinflated to uncomfortable proportions. But that was the least of her problems. Her tail had been unscrewed from the rear of her suit and a mop attachment fitted in its place. Kyle had a riding crop, which he wielded with both hands as encouragement for her to get the job done on time and on budget, or so you would have thought. Add to that a suit that was pumping gentle tickles of electricity around her body and buzzing away happily, and you had one unimpressed pony.