by beltedone
Lunch was soon over, and they went to the veranda. A surrey pulled up, pulled by two handsome human stallions in latex skin suits, horse heads, and bound by black leather harnesses. It seemed perfectly normal for the guests to climb into the carriage with the Duchess sitting in the driver’s seat. She cracked the whip and the two steeds moved with perfect precision. Each fall of their hooves on the ground was perfect. When they brought their legs up, it was in one motion. Even though pulling four people was difficult for the two animals, the carriage moved at a steady, uniform speed.
They were soon at the barn.
* * * *
The gnomes had been busy. 9 was forced into a fully enclosed stall and locked in. That left the two gnomes to torment 6. They washed her down with cold water from a hose and coarse brushes. They dried her with coarse towels. Tony was not shy about where he put his hands. Her breasts, thighs, and vagina were roughly squeezed and fondled. Fingers were inserted inside her.
Tony explained as he held up the leather restraints, “We can do this the easy way or the hard way. The easy way, we use the gentle harness that doesn’t rub or chaff. The hard way, we use the punishment harness. It will rub your tits and pussy raw and bleeding. Which will it be?”
6 motioned to the gentle harness.
“Good girl.” Tony patted her on the top of the head.
She was quickly strapped into the harness, which bound her arms up and forward to her chest. The straps bound her breasts in such a way as to pinch the sides and push them out. She stepped into heavy-weighed metal hooves that were fastened to her legs. Hooves were fastened to her hands. A bridle was put on her head and a bit put under her tongue. The bridal harness had a red plume on the top. The body harness had a horsetail made from real horsehair. The harness twisted 6’s body so her rear protruded.
The gnomes looked at 6 and deemed she was very beautiful. As calm as 6 usually was, she was feeling helpless and a little panicky. They led her to a hitching post in front of the barn. It must have been 90 in the sun, and already, 6 could feel the sweat pouring off of her.
Pricilla then led 9 out of the barn, and he was similarly trussed after being threatened with the harness that would rub his balls bloody. Pricilla took delight in fondling him and squeezing his balls.
She said, “You’re cute in your way. I’d make you my house pet. We’re allowed to have them. Every night after a hard day working the animals, I’d come home to have you lick me clean all over. All the horse sweat and stink of the day gone. I bet Lady Victoria has taught you all kind of tricks with that tongue of yours.”
9 was led to the hitching post.
Tony said, “We forgot to fed ‘em. The Duchess will be mad as hell.”
Their bridles were temporarily removed and feedbags were placed against their face and buckled on.
“Eat up. It’s prime horse feed.”
Both 6 and 9 did as they were told. The feed was coarse and nasty, and 6 could only imagine what it would do to her digestive system. When they were done, the bags were removed and they were led to a trough. Unable to use their hands, they were forced to lap up the water like animals.
“Drink, my sweeties. It’s doing to be a hot day, and the Duchess is planning to work you hard.”
At that point, the carriage pulled up.
It was getter hotter. Both 6 and 9 were dripping sweat, and 6 knew, as a former pro athlete, that they both wouldn’t last long in the heat.
The Duchess said, “Pricilla, are the Germans ready?”
“Yes, Miss. We got them ready before these new ones came.”
At that, they could hear whinnying from the back of the barn.
“Ah, I hear Heinrich now. Good, bring them front and center for a demonstration. By the way, you fed and watered our guests?”
“Yes, Miss. Like you said. With the special feed and water.”
“Good.” The Duchess turned to her guests and said, “We use a special feed here. It has a mild hallucinogenic in it. It should take effect soon. Continued use of it will destroy certain brain centers. They will not be on the level of a horse. We can’t seem to get the formula perfect. But, they will not be able to have complex thoughts and will be very susceptible to commands and direction. In their minds, with our help, being a horse will seem the most natural thing in the world to them.”
Both 6 and 9 were partly upset to know they had been drugged, but the drugs were already taking effect, and they started to feel very mellow and good. They just wanted to please this stern woman. That was beginning to seem like the most normal thing in the world.
Lady Victoria was shocked that her prize pupils had been drugged without her permission, but she said nothing for now. She could stop this experiment if she had to and get her charges back to the Institute quickly. She had medications there that would counteract the drugs.
“Bring out my prize Germans, Tony.”
“Yes, Miss.”
Tony and Pricilla brought out the German twins by their reins.
6 and 9 saw two beautiful humans in form-fitting black rubber with horse hoods over their heads. The guest ponies were amazed.
The Germans were tall and muscular from frequent workouts. They were perfection in fluid motion. Each hoof met the earth at exactly the same time. Each knee rose up to exactly the same point in the air. Their heads were at the same angle, and the front hooves, strapped to their chests, were at the exact same angle. It was as if one being was in two bodies and one mind controlled them. That mind being the Duchess.
“Now, observe the angle of the head, the back, the shanks. They are perfect in every way. Tony, lead them a few paces in front then back.”
Tony did just that. Their movements did not falter one bit.
“They have won dressage awards at national competitions,” the Duchess said.
Sergi said, “That is amazing. And they maintain that 24/7?”
“Yes, they have no life except as my animals.”
She proceeded to put the two through their paces, exercising them, making them canter and gallop. At the end, she rewarded them both with carrot pieces and patting them. They whinnied and shook their heads in pleasure. That was the sickest thing. They honestly seemed to be experiencing pleasure from the exercise, the compliments, and the carrots.
“Pricilla, take them back to the stall for now and water them. Now, your two. Don’t expect them to be anything like my two fine prizes. It would take years to get them to that level, and I doubt if the little male would ever be more than adequate.
“Tony, bring them to the training ring.”
6 and 9 were brought to a small, circular fenced-in area and tied to another post.
“I don’t let them move until they know how.”
She had brought a four-foot-long dowel with her—a simple, flexible piece of wood. “I don’t use high-tech methods of training. You see this, a dowel, one you can buy in any hardware store. It is long, light, and flexible. With this, I correct poor behavior. Now, I will work with them so they understand basic commands and basic movements.”
She taught them how to properly lift their legs, how to be still, and how to move. Every time they did a movement wrong, like lifting a knee too high, they got a swat with the rod.
Not being athletic, it was hard for 9 at first. He made many mistakes and was swatted on his rear many times. He squealed, snorted, and tried and tried until he got it right. The rod stung like crazy the first time and was worse the second and third.
The Duchess was an expert at applying pain to the buttocks, genitals, and nipples. Where she wanted the rod to go, that is where it went. Over and over, they were trained until they were acceptable to the Duchess.
They were given water because of the heat, and the new ponies knew they were being re-drugged, but they needed the water to live.
The Duchess led the two ponies around the ring by their reins, and they did a fair pony walk. Sergi and Lady Victoria clapped and the Duchess made both ponies bow at the applause.
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sp; “You see, it is simple to make good ponies, and I am one of the best trainers on the east coast. There is no one better, because I know horses.”
“Remarkable,” Lady Victoria said.
“But can they pull carts?” Sergi said. “Will they be able to do more than look pretty? Pretty doesn’t do me much good.”
“Of course. As a matter of fact, I was going to propose a race between my Germans and your two. How about it? Are you willing to bet on your ponies, Lady?”
“What are the stakes?”
“Let’s say, if I win, I get the female for a month. I’d love to breed her with Heinrich. I get requests for foals. Of course, in nine months I would get custody.”
Lady Victoria was shocked. What the Duchess was suggesting was forcibly impregnating 6 then taking the baby away for God’s knows what evil reason. She made a decision. She walked over to 6, adjusted the harness a bit, leaned in and whispered, “Do you think you can beat those psychos and shut that sadist up?”
Through the bit, 6 managed a smile and blinked once.
Lady Victoria turned, walked over to the bench and said, “If my team wins, you will train all my slaves to my specifications for a year for free.”
The Duchess said, “It’s a bet.”
“Tony bring the Germans back out.”
She walked over to 6 and said, “You will improve my line immensely. I will so look forward to your insemination. We usually use a turkey baster, but I think Heinrich would so enjoy taking you from behind. He has been very rough with mares in the past. Once the vet had to be called to repair a mare’s vagina.”
6 couldn’t help shuddering.
Pricilla led 6 and 9 out of the small paddock to the back of the barn. There, they saw a mile-long gravel track.
The one thing 6 noticed was the hills. It was not a flat horse track but had nasty, steep hills to make the contest more difficult. 6 and 9 had already spent hours with the heavy hooves on their feet and hands and were near exhaustion. 6 was used to long runs with weights on her legs and arms to build stamina.
As they trotted to the back of the barn, 6 nudged 9 with a foot hoof. She blinked at him when he turned his head and pulled her head back a bit.
9 realized that she was saying for him to hold back and do what she did.
The Germans trotted to the track, pulling a black racing cart. The Germans had a snide expression that said they had already won, and frankly, the odds were in their favor. They had pulled carts for over two years. They were strong and used to the heavy metal hooves.
The new ponies were hooked to a racing cart.
6 was looking around for some kind of advantage, then she looked at the lay of the land again. The track was more like a BMX track than a horse track and that knowledge made 6 inwardly smile, but she’d have to go around the track at least once to test her theory.
She almost whinnied with delight when the Duchess said, “I usually let them go around the track once to get the feel of it. Would a test run be acceptable?”
Lady Victoria said, “I don’t see why not.”
The guests sat on a bench. The teams were lined up at the starting line.
Tony came to the front, and at The Duchess’ signal waved a filthy bandana to start.
Both teams burst forth at the starting line, but it never was a fair contest. From the start, the Germans pulled ahead. They had the lead, and they kept it. Distaining the new team, they did not try to pull ahead, but kept just in front of 6 and 9. There were four hills. The Germans went up the first hill in a perfect gallop then carefully rolled down the other side.
Lady Victoria’s team was slow, perhaps even slower than Lady Victoria had thought. It was as if there were twenty-pound lead weights on their legs. 6 seemed even slower than 9. She stumbled once, went up the hill slowly, and down even slower. Between the first and second hill, which was in the middle of the track, 6 picked up the pace a bit, then 9 had trouble keeping up. 6 made it a point of rushing up to the top quickly; the cart made a little hop at the top and was airborne for just a second. 6 smiled to herself then slowed the pace again. The Germans trotted at the same pace the entire time but slowed down between the third and fourth hill to let the other team catch up. They wiggled their horse tails at their rivals, slowly went up the fourth hill, slowly and carefully went down the other side and crossed the finish line not puffing at all.
The Duchess clapped and laughed.
Sergi said, “Lady Victoria, your team is small and weak. Let me take them off your hands. Perhaps we could use the horse meat to feed my German shepherds.”
The challengers came up the hill, rolled down the other side and crossed the finish line soon afterward. 6 collapsed on the ground and, thus connected, 9 collapsed with her panting and wheezing. They laid there for a few minutes in the dust and dirt.
The Germans trotted over to the start and bowed to the Duchess’ and Sergi’s applause.
In the dirt and gravel, some gravel sticking to their bodies, 6 and 9 pulled themselves up and slowly walked to the start with their heads down in shame.
The Duchess said, “Still confident in your team, Victoria? Would you care to increase the bet?”
The Lady looked at 6, who winked back at her.
“What did you have in mind?”
“If I win, I get both of them. If you win, I will train your animals free forever.”
“It’s a deal.”
9 couldn’t believe it. They had just been trounced. Slaughtered. Humiliated. And if they lost this time, they’d be that crazy woman’s property forever. He agreed to a year, now his life was at stake. He struggled in the harness.
6 whinnied at him.
He turned and looked at 6 who tried to smile at him through the bit.
She nudged him again with her hoof and smiled at him.
He trusted her and calmed. He’d do what she wanted. If it came to spending forever in hell with 6, then at least, he would be near her. For the first time in his life, he wasn’t thinking about himself or his past or his failures.
Once again, they lined up at the starting line, Tony waved the bandana, and they were off.
The Germans again took an early lead right in front of the new team. They wiggled their rears at 6 and 9 and generally tried every way they could to humiliate the newbies.
The Duchess as obviously enjoying the humiliation they were giving to Lady Victoria’s team.
6 acted tired, and 9 was worried about her. He hung back with her (being harness together) on the first and second hills. They barely made it up the second one, and 6 stumbled on the way down.
The Germans impatiently waited for the other team before taking off at a fast pace. The third hill was a killer, and 6 and puffing and snorting at the top. She stopped for a second at the top, observing the other team who had stopped to watch them, whinnying in delight at the utter destruction of the other team.
6 nudged 9 with her hoof, smiled at him and made a motion like she wanted to go. They flew down the third hill like they had wings. This caught the Germans by surprise, and suddenly, there was a horse race as the two teams were even coming to the fourth and final hill.
The Germans had two years of practice and conditioning. The newbies had a former BMX racer who was not only good, but also very smart. She ran up the hill as hard as she could but didn’t point her team and the cart down to roll down the hill. She pointed the cart straight into the air, and like a BMX racer, she got air just as she thought she would. In BMX races, the racers use the extra push and momentum of a hill to sail through the air for just a bit of extra distance. Her team and the cart sailed through the air, landing in front of the Germans, crossing the finish line first and taking the race.
The small crowd was stunned. There was momentary silence, then Lady Victoria lost her composure and cheered her winning team.
6 and 9 trotted over to the spectators and did a very good bow.
“I have never seen a better race,” she laughed.
The Duchess was
speechless.
Sergi congratulated Lady Victoria on not owning the strongest horses but the smartest. He and his henchman were chuckling to themselves.
The Duchess had been humiliated in front of her guests.
He said, “Are you sure you don’t want to sell them? Slaves with that kind of intelligence are always in demand.”
“No, I have plans for them.”
“Perhaps I could tour your facility some time. I understand you have one of the finest in the city. And that you treat your slaves amazingly well. Maybe I could learn some new techniques from you.”
“I’d be happy to show you and a guest around. We only serve couples, so you would have to bring a lady. I’ll leave a guest pass at the door. Call first.”
“Thank you, kind lady. I’d be honored. I hear you put out the best food in New York. I’ll see you soon.”
The Duchess’ dumbfounded behavior didn’t last long. It quickly turned to anger at her losing team.
Lady Victoria saw the steam building as the Duchess’ face turn redder and redder.
“One team is going to get rewarded, and one team is going to get a sound thrashing. I wonder which team will get which?”
She glared at her team, and daggers shot out of her eyes.
The Germans cringed and whimpered, shaking their heads in disbelief.
“Well, I never welsh on a bet. Send your people to me to be trained. I’ll be happy to give them the excellent training they need to be perfect ponies.”
“I’ll send a pair next month with detailed instructions as to how they will be treated. I think your methods might be a bit harsh for my purposes.”
“It is up to you, although I always say spare the rod spoil the pony.”
“I’m sure you do. May I freshen up before the trip back to New York?”
