by Paul Blades
Maddy recognized the speaker as the man who had been the first to rape her on the day she arrived. She remembered the swarthy face and the broad, thick black mustache. He had grinned as he made her come with his cock before a crowd of his workers as she lay splayed over a bale of hay. She had not thought of him much since the day he had watched Drabik work her at the training wheel. As Maddy recalled his hard, cruel face, she remembered that he was her owner. She was his property as much as any dog or horse on his estate. Fear passed through her as she looked at him.
She also remembered the slender, stylish and beautiful young woman at his side. She had a full head of long, black hair and her skin was smooth and white. The woman had asked her trainer to let her watch her orgasm and Drabik had made Maddy, a newly dehumanized pony, stand before her, her legs spread, while he fingered her to pleasure from behind. She had been shamed then, as the lady watched her body shake and quiver as she obediently orgasmed. And she was shamed now to stand naked in front of her. It had been many weeks since she had been conscious of her nudity, her shaven nether lips, her exposed breasts. She had almost forgotten that there existed real women who wore clothes and laughed and spoke. Her sense of herself as a simulacrum of a woman had never been so intense. She shared bodily traits with this human being, but nothing else.
But what astounded Maddy the most was her face. It wasn't any particular thing about it; it was the fact that she had one. Her single glance at this woman told her more about her than she knew about any of the ponies she had spent weeks with. She looked self satisfied. Her eyes bespoke a streak of cruelty. She was alert and poised. All this she could tell from one glance. That is what a face did for you, it gave you personality. All of hers had been taken away.
Vadym looked over the two hooded ponygirls. He advanced to Maddy, apparently disinterested in her breasts or her exposed sex. He placed his hands on her thighs, squeezing them tightly. He ran his hand down the inside of her legs, testing the muscles. He turned her around, and explored her shoulders and hips. He then did the same thing to Persephone. Seemingly satisfied, he looked back at Maddy's owner and spoke in words unintelligible to either of the unhappy ponies. Whatever was happening here, it bespoke change. For helpless, servile beasts, change was always frightening.
"Okay," he said. "Let's see what they can do."
Vadym was a ponygirl jockey by profession. He had driven the best ponies in the country for the last ten years, since the reintroduction of the sport. If he liked what he saw, he would agree to drive these two, young ponies in the impending racing season. The first match was only ten days away.
Drabik sensed the uncertainty and fear in his former charge. He had been avoiding her. Their time together was finished. He was already working on a new Australian pony that he was training for another estate. She and her friends had been on vacation to Greece. They had gone to a party in the countryside outside Athens. A man had invited them all to fly to his small Aegean island on his private plane. Once there, Doris Lapham and her three friends caught another flight to Kalikastan. Doris was the tallest and the sturdiest of the group. Her other friends were still at Khalid's awaiting masters.
In spite of his disassociation with Maddy, it was traditional for the trainer to be present when a new pony was being looked over by a potential racing driver. He could answer any questions about her training. That explained why he was there. But it didn't explain his touch of pity for the frightened animal. And it didn't explain why he had been purposefully avoiding her. He resisted the urge to step over and reassure her by caressing her breasts or patting her on the head.
The blond driver signaled the stable boys to harness the fillies and put them in their traces. The small cart that they had been pulling was already there and Maddy stood morosely as she was strapped into her leather. When she was fully hitched, the blond boy stood in front of the two nervous ponies and showed them the cane. His meaning was instantly clear.
Maddy was torn between doing her best to impress this new man or to hold back. In her mind there was only one explanation for what was happening. She believed that the man was looking to buy them. A matched pair. Her stomach turned as the boy mounted the cart and flicked the reigns. She dutifully started a slow trot to the track.
The blond boy led them around the track at a slow pace three times. The people had gathered at the track rail and were watching the ponies warm up. Maddy could only catch a small glimpse of them as she passed by. She no longer ran with her eye flaps down. She had proven herself responsive to the driver's handling and now, being more sure footed, could take advantage of her restored sight to build up her speed.
Drabik watched as his protégé displayed her accomplished form. She had taken well to the harness, as he knew she would. He believed that she was destined for great things. Anya disturbed his reminiscences.
"She looks fine, Anton. Don't worry."
He looked at her. "I'm not worried," he responded.
"Do you miss her hot cunt? Why don't you fuck her when we're done. I'd like to watch."
Drabik looked at her with disdain. "Have one of the stable boys do it," he said, annoyed.
"Why are you so touchy, Anton? She's just a pony. We've got two dozen of them. Did this one enchant you?"
Drabik wondered about that for a moment. Had she enchanted him?
"Don't be stupid, Anya. I've trained over forty ponies and she is just like all the rest." Was that what he really believed, he thought. He tried to shake off his doubts.
"I tell you what, Anya," he told the sultry young woman, "I'll have one of the stable boys fuck her and then I'll whip her for you. She probably hasn't had a good whipping for a while. And if Vadym likes her, she'll be in his care for the next six weeks. You won't be able to get at her until July."
"That sounds fine to me, Anton. And then will you fuck me? I've missed you. I'll be all hot. Take me to the inn and fuck my brains out!"
Drabik laughed. "For you, I'll do this. But if your father finds out, he'll kill me."
Anya put her hand to Drabik's scarred cheek. "I'll protect you baby. Don't worry."
Maddy and Persephone had warmed up by now. Vadym had watched them carefully, looking for their rhythm, their spirit. Matched pairs needed to be highly coordinated with each other, almost like mirrored images in motion. The standard race for yearlings was the 1500 meters. Vadym walked down to the starting line to observe how well they got off the mark. A few seconds advantage at the beginning of a race could mean a lot. The ponies had practiced starting many times and suffered many blows for their failures. But they now were good at it and Vadym was impressed as the ponies dug their toes deeply into the track's hard packed surface in unison and sprung into motion.
Maddy had decided, as apparently Persephone had too, that there was no percentage in dogging it. Not only that, but warming up had stoked their natural competitiveness and they were eager to show what they could do.
Ponygirls move slower than horses, especially when they are towing a 150 lb. cart and a 175 lb. man. To the uninitiated, their pace may have seemed even torpid. But to Vadym and the others, they were making good time. The blond boy was yelling encouragement to them and cracking the whip as their legs churned up the dirt, a trail of dust following behind them. By the first turn they had reached full sprint and they were maintaining their pace along the back rail. Drabik watched with admiration as the ponies came around the near turn and into the stretch. When they crossed the finish line, they were still maintaining their top speed, a tribute to their durability and strength.
Vadym looked at his stop watch. He curled his lower lip and nodded. "Not bad," he said. "With a little work…, okay. I'll do it."
Grobgy beamed and slapped him on the back. "Good, good, with a good pair of yearlings we'll have a shot at some top prizes. Everyone, come up to the house for a drink!"
Anya grabbed Drabik's arm. "Don't forget our date," she whispered. "Two drinks and let's get out of there."
Drabik nodded his consen
t.
Grobgy's house was set on a small rise that dominated the otherwise flat terrain of the estate. It was built in a grand style, befitting his wealth. There was a large, wood paneled foyer and a broad set of marble stairs that led to the upper floors. The rapaciousness of the crime leader did not limit itself to ponygirls, and his house was well staffed with the more mundane variety of female slave. His current count was ten beautiful young women under his thrall. When not fucking or beating them, he used them as decoration throughout the household.
The group went into what Grobgy called the library because it had a few books in it. Two naked young women were kneeling on either side of the huge fireplace that dominated the room. Their fear showed in their eyes as he passed by them. A tall, lean servant, dressed in a peasant's shirt and loose black pants took their drink orders.
"So, how do you think we'll do this year Anton?" he asked the ponygirl trainer. Anton doubled as one of Grobgy's enforcers. Training ponygirls was a sideline as much as racing them was a sideline to Grobgy. But gentlemen are judged by their hobbies.
"Very well. We've got the 1500 and the 3000 meter sulky down pat. We're a little weak in the four pony divisions, but we're competitive in the troika. If the yearlings hold up we should do okay."
Persephone's trainer spoke up. "I think we'll take the phaeton heats, easy."
Grobgy was pleased. He offered Vadym the use of one of his slave girls, which he graciously accepted. She meekly followed him from the room. Drabik finished his drink and made his apologies. Anya walked out with him. "I'll see you in the tackle room in about fifteen minutes," she said, winking.
Drabik trudged back down to the ponygirl barn. He didn't know why he had agreed to Anya's demands about Maddy, or "Lightning', as he knew her. But he couldn't back out of it now. Besides, he needed to destroy the illusion of any emotional connection between him and the pony. It was bad for her and it was bad for him.
It would have been a great surprise to Maddy to know that her name was left behind at Khalid's when she had been delivered there from the States. Grobgy and Drabik had seen her picture before, but her name was of no interest to them. To them, she was 'Lightning' and nothing else.
The ponygirl Lightning had just been chained in her stall when Drabik reached the barn. She had been showered and rubbed down and given a new, clean hood. Her bit had been replaced with the sheath-like gag. She could smell the cream from the rubdown as she stood confined, her back to the stall door. She was glad that she had not been sold. She didn't understand what had happened at the track, but everybody seemed pleased.
Drabik ordered one of the stable boys to blind her and take her up to the 'tack' room. It was more like a small barn. Maddy had been there a week ago to be measured for her racing harness. It had a large storage area in the back, and a large room in the front, where several ponies could be dealt with at once. Like all of the pony facilities, it had ample equipage for disciplining recalcitrant ponygirls.
It was the dark haired twenty year old stable boy, Evan, who retrieved Maddy from her stall. She was surprised to be taken out so quickly, but her spirits were high and she actually looked forward to a passionate session with a trainer. She was unsettled when the stable boy lowered the flaps on her hood to cover her eyes, and even more so when he attached a leash to her nose ring and was led her out of the barn.
It was late afternoon, and the sky was darkening with an impending storm. Drabik waited outside of the 'tack' room. When he saw Lightning, he felt shamed at how readily he agreed to torment her for no reason other than to amuse the devilish daughter of his employer.
Maddy was nervous when she felt the floorboards of the tack room under her feet. The stable boy hitched her leash to a post and awaited instructions. Anya arrived a moment later and she was accompanied by another stable boy, the tall, blond one called Ivan.
"Anton, you've brought her. Good. And I've brought another big strapping lad to join in the fun."
"Let's get on with this," Drabik replied sullenly.
"I agree. But let me take a good look at her first. You've never even let me touch her."
Maddy was startled to hear the dark haired woman's voice. And was that her trainer's voice? She started to get nervous.
Anya walked up to the disconcerted pony and released her ring from the leash. "What lovely breasts," Anya said as she grabbed them with her hands. She caressed them softly. "So smooth and firm. Will you whip them for me, Anton?" she asked him playfully.
"Sure, Anya, whatever you want. Evan, get out the mounting cart," Drabik ordered.
Anya looked at where Maddy's face should have been. "Oh, you've got her eyes all closed up, Anton. I want her to see everything. It's no fun if she can't see." She lifted the flaps on Maddy's hood and exposed her tiny eyeholes. "Imagine that all you could see was from these tiny holes, Anton. How terrible it must be. But I think that she's recognized you."
Maddy had indeed recognized her former trainer. She was momentarily puzzled and then she realized that she was going to be put on show for the woman. As Anya slipped behind her, she emitted a little whine of unhappiness. Anya took her breasts from behind and squeezed them, presenting them to Drabik.
"Let's see if I can get her hot, Anton," the woman said. She rubbed Maddy's nipples with her palms, teasing them into hardness. If Drabik could have seen Maddy's face, he would have seen the look of utter dismay there and the piteous appeal for deliverance. But he could not see her face. All he could see was an inscrutable mask of blue. Maddy began to struggle in Anya's grasp. She could feel Anya's breasts pressing up against her back, her pelvis against her rear. Anya grabbed her nipples firmly. "She's skittish, Anton. Slap her across the breasts for me. She has to settle down if we're going to have any fun."
Drabik wavered momentarily. Then he came to his senses. "This is not a woman," he thought. "This is a pony. And she needs to act like a pony." He suddenly was filled with rage at the animal that he had trained. It reflected poorly on him.
The ponygirl trainer stepped forward. For a moment, Maddy thought that he was going to free her from the woman's grasp. But then she felt the woman release her breasts and hold her upper arms tightly, bending her back slightly so that her breasts were presented to the angry man in front of her. Drabik could not read Maddy's face, but she could read his.
He reared his right hand back and slapped Maddy viciously across her breasts. The blow stunned her and her breasts stung from the impact of his hand. He repeated the blow with his left, marking Maddy's right breast with the imprint of his hand. Maddy cried out in pain and sorrow. "How can he treat me this way?" she thought in despair.
Drabik repeated his blows across Maddy's large white mounds. Her knees weakened as her spirit faded. "Oh, God," she prayed, "please, not this!"
Anya's hands returned to Maddy's breasts, pinching the nipples fiercely. Her dark passions were stoked by the beating of the ponygirl. "Get her to her knees, Anton. I want to see her suck a cock," she said, her lust evident in her voice.
Maddy's former trainer snapped his fingers at his waist. Maddy, in hopeless misery, fell to her knees. Anya began to unfasten her gag. "Evan," she shouted, "come fuck this pony's mouth for us!"
Evan was more than willing. It would be exciting to have the lady from the big house see his prick in action. And Maddy's reputation for her oral skills was very high.
Maddy moaned as she saw Evan undoing his fly. She could not understand the words, but she was aware of the cruel tone of Anya's voice. And she saw the anger and determination in her master's face. In spite of all, she would do anything for him. She hated herself for needing him, for wanting him. "If this pleases him," she thought, "I'll do what he wants, I'll give the woman a good show."
Maddy opened her mouth meekly as Evan pressed his cock to her lips. Anya gave a squeal of delight and took a chair so that she could watch the pony's mouth at work in comfort.
Maddy obediently washed the dark haired boy's meat with her lips. She teased the head of his
cock with her tongue, drawing a deep sigh from him. His hands rested lightly on her head as she drew her lips up and down his sturdy pole. She could sense the woman watching. And her master.
"Look how well she does it, Anton. Was this part of your training?" Anya asked him.
"Yes," he replied. "And I could train you too, if you like."
"Oh Anton," she said, laughing, "don't make promises that you can't keep."
Although Anya was willing to risk her father's approbation for her scandalous activities, she didn't want any rumors getting back to him about her nocturnal activities with his assassin.
But Grobgy already knew. He was no fool. Anya was watched like a hawk. He knew where she was right now. For some reason, he had looked the other way as far as Anton was concerned. "Maybe he's the one," he would think as he watched them together. He needed someone as hard and cruel as he for a son in law.
The stable boy groaned as Maddy took his cock down her throat. She had heard the whimsical banter between her trainer and the lady and could not help but feel shamed that she was performing this act in front of her, and that her trainer and master was watching her do it. For a moment, she thought she would collapse from despair.
But she continued her oral manipulation of the stable boy's manhood. His tool was hot and rigid and he swayed as the pleasure of the pony's mouth flowed through him. Maddy could feel her naked breasts quivering as she moved her head back and forth to build the stable boy's need. In spite of her humiliation, Maddy's sex had begun to register a building passion of her own. Her cunt now responded automatically in an almost Pavlovian reaction when she came into contact with a hard prick. Her whole life was sex and running. And the whip. She hoped to avoid it tonight.
Anya got up from her chair. She was enthralled by the sight of Maddy's hungry lips on the boy's rod. She squatted down next to the pony and began to caress her breasts. "She's hot, Anton," she told her lover. "I bet I could make her come."
Drabik watched in silence as Anya continued to massage the pony's swollen breasts. Maddy moaned, unable to hold back her lust. "See!" Anya squealed with delight. "No wonder you like her so much!"
