“So these are Morgana’s slaves?” asked the woman.
“Two of them. The other two are with her and Talon up at the mansion,” answered the male.
“So they’re all nice and busy, huh?” whispered the woman with a libidinous grin and a fierce glint in her dark eyes.
“Oh yes. You know Talon. Those two are in for a long night,” replied the male.
Folding his dense arms before his chest, he regarded the slaves with an equal level of carnal hunger.
“So that gives us some time to sample the delights of these two little animals.”
“Indeed it does. Shall we, my love?” he said and turned his head so that the two might briefly kiss before moving apart and toward their chosen captive.
Samantha watched with wild eyes as the two alluring forms started to avail themselves of bound human flesh. Her eyes could not give her the glut of information she required. She wanted to watch both shows at once, but knew she could only watch one or the other. Samantha frantically wanted to see Tobin used and yet she did not dare miss one tiny glimpse of her own ravishment.
The male unfastened the front of his trousers and removed a hastily stiffening member. Samantha trembled when she saw him, but her worry was quickly lost as he reached forward and applied stern pinches to her nipples. Samantha quaked and croaked against her gag as he chuckled and rolled the teats. Additional squeezes escalated the distress and he continued the spiteful diversion for a few moments so as to continue the fuelling of his erection with her suffering.
The excitement of being taken by strangers while she was bound and unable to defend herself abruptly began to take over Samantha. Exhilaration surged with the adrenaline and joined the endorphins set loose by the stern scrutiny of her bosom.
Settling down onto his knees, he curled one hand around the pole above her head. He held to it for support as he grabbed his manhood and tested her loins. He found her slick with want and smiled with approval.
Leaving his phallus resting against her, he took hold of her bound shoulders and with an upward pelvic shove, he raced into her. Samantha’s welcoming tracts spread upon him and coursed with vicious pleasure. The male then held his pose for a moment. His eyes drifted shut and his grin formed into a gasp as he felt her internal muscles clenching to him in fits. Squeezing and sending rolling waves of sensation up and down his shaft, Samantha quivered against her straps and gritted her jaws against the ball gag.
The dominant stranger pulled back and repeated his slow thrust. The relentless plunge of him into her body made Samantha shake with strain. The rhapsody was indescribable. It was a mixture of the nefarious quality possessed by an illicit affair, of her slavery, her restraint, and especially her helplessness as he merely wandered into her stall and into her body without even needing to address her, let alone seek permission or consent.
The male was patient and controlled. His slow ravishment never sped up. He moved with serpentine motions and savoured every drive and retreat, extending their bliss with his calm and unhurried nature. To spice Samantha’s pleasure he sometimes let go with one hand and delivered soft spanks across her assets. The slaps were stinging aphrodisiacs that had lines of her moisture running down his shaft and dripping from his testicles as Samantha’s lust became a crazed sexual power that utterly enchanted her.
The dominant lowered and with a roll of his hips readied to lewdly spear her again. A glance over his shoulder showed Samantha what was happening to Tobin.
The woman had pinned him to the floor and had straddled him. Her head was swaying to and fro, swinging her strands of hair around her body as she gasped and rode his cock. Her shins had curled back and hooked her boots into his thighs to spread his legs most wide. She attacked his shaft with tardy piston drives, her staid nature as unwavering as her partners.
Tobin’s hooves rattled upon the floor as he convulsed beneath her. The clench and play of her strong inner tracts was clearly driving him insane with intolerable degrees of rapture. Samantha’s view was blocked as her partner rose up and his manhood again ruled her pussy.
After an excruciating eternity of lust, Samantha felt her lover swelling within her. The male took his pleasure from her with a resolute rhythm that did not once change. His self-control and his stamina were astounding and unearthly.
Samantha was straining with all her might against her confinement. The need to dance her loins upon him and acquire swift resolution was too demanding to deny, but he would not allow temptation or her wishes to spoil his fun. Samantha screamed against her gag, squealing and pleading for mercy as the pleasure he bestowed proved more sadistic than anything Mistress Carol could ever have conceived of.
She felt liquid heat enter her body and Samantha’s climax was so potent that she feared she might have a coronary. Her keening screech made her throat vibrate and her voice become hoarse.
He slowed even further and came to a halt. Samantha’s breaths were swift and random, an unpredictable mixture of gasps, sobs, pants, croaks, and cries that flowed out over the ball gag as her eyes rolled crazily. Spots flickered across her gaze and her insides felt like warmed treacle.
The male waited for a moment as Samantha’s lunatic respiration grew a little more steady. His flight from her womb sorely tested Samantha’s bonds as her caterwaul of response was physically mimicked with a most forceful throe. The echo of her climax thundered around her pudenda, tightening nerves, muscles, and tendons in ferocious clenches before the wave started to ebb.
Gasping for breath and steadying her racing pulse, Samantha listened to Tobin squealing in abject ecstasy beneath the laughing form of the dominatrix.
The two of them arose and stood facing each other. Another impassive kiss was indulged and they looked to the partner of the opposite. Tobin and Samantha were quiescent wrecks, drained of energy, their bodies convulsing from residual flares of pleasure.
“Trade you?” asked the woman.
“Deal,” he confirmed and with a restored malevolent grin, they made for their leaden choice.
Samantha’s eyes flared with regenerated passion. She was also appalled that she would miss the new show. She so wanted to see Tobin thrown over and have that sterling cock finding a home in his backside. The mere thought of such an event had her libido pounding with renewed lecherous desire. At that moment, a single image filled her mind’s eye as her physical vision drank in the form of the woman. Samantha thought of Tobin, his rear in the air as the man dove into it, his cock dripping with Samantha’s own juices to ease his ingress.
Samantha entertained dreams of having her legs tied down nice and wide before Tobin so that his face could be thrust into her loins. She conjured the feel of each interruption of his tongue work as a stern plunge filled his anus and distracted him from pleasuring her. If she added the dominatrix across her own face, then she could well have found a fantasy that could readily be considered her heaven.
With such thoughts firmly entrenched in her mind, Samantha watched the woman slowly peel off her thigh boots then strip away her shirt and trousers. Naked and curvaceous in front of Samantha, the female unfastened the gag and before Samantha could speak she clapped her hands to the steel and thrust her breasts into Samantha’s face.
There was no need to issue a command and Samantha instantly accepted the nipples and suckled at them with loyal dedication. She tickled them with her tongue and dragged at them with rhythmic suction as the woman pressed them closer and used her assets to impede Samantha’s breath. Snorting against the warm skin, she almost climaxed when she heard a muted cry that was both startled and joyous issue from behind the woman. Tobin had accepted the male.
The woman was not the only one who had wanted to see Tobin penetrated, and she also gave a visible shiver as she heard the answer to her partner’s insertion. The female grabbed the pole that reached up the ceiling and which held Samantha’s back and head in place. She swiftly placed her naked feet onto Samantha’s thighs and with an agile swing, s
he lifted her legs over Samantha’s shoulders and edged forward. Holding to the pole she arched up and pressed her loins onto Samantha’s mouth.
Riven with desire, Samantha performed a frantic and deft cunnilingus. The tastes of Tobin’s seed and of the woman’s own wetness was a prodigious blend. With her mental play unfolding through her mind she dashed her tongue against the woman’s clit and poured its full width against the roused morsel.
The woman quickly succumbed to orgasm and jiggled against Samantha’s features as she held to the pole and her bare soles caressed Samantha’s body.
She backed off for a moment to calm down then extracted herself from the frame. When she was back on solid ground, she stepped aside to watch the culmination of the other scene. The sudden unveiling made Samantha’s eyes burn from raging prurience.
Tobin was quaking beneath the brawny form that held his hips and continued to delve deep into him. Grunts of answer to each plunge were revealed as pleasure as he hooked his hooves and clutched to the man’s thighs. Once again, the man treated himself to a long orgasm, and Tobin’s whole frame seemed to petrify from feeling fluid heat entering his body.
The male slowed and it appeared as though Tobin had been anaesthetised by the male’s semen. Tobin’s frame sagged, his hooves fell to the floor, and his breathing eased to a reedy crawl. A brief spasm ran through him when the man departed, then he remained slack amongst the straw. A vague shudder was all Tobin could manage as the man refastened his crotch straps. Another shudder came as he tightened them, squeezing Tobin’s stiff member into place.
The woman began dressing herself and the male moved to restore Samantha’s gag. He took hold of her cheeks and squeezed her jaws apart.
“Wait,” said the woman, and extended a hand.
The male handed it to her and with a smirk, she drew it along her sex before handing it back to him. With uninhibited happiness he inserted the ball and buckled it firmly into place. Samantha rolled her tongue upon the solid orb to savour the flavour while watching the woman restore her attire.
Together the couple picked the strands of straw from their bodies and checked each other’s appearances. They switched off the light, stepped out of the stall and closed the door, deserting the two slaves that they had so meticulously ravished without another word.
Chapter Sixteen
When Samantha was roused by daybreak, she had to briefly wonder whether or not the events that had occurred in the stall were real or a twisted dream. The sight of Tobin spread on the floor and exhausted suggested that it had been real, and the tang of female pussy on the ball gag confirmed it. Samantha curled her tongue around the orb to try to revive the flavour a little.
For several hours, she listened to the sound of hostlers entering the various stalls and tending the human ponies therein. Grooms and owners started to appear and take their prepared steeds out onto the expansive ranch for another day of use.
Samantha’s bondage grew more irritating as she caught sight of other slaves being sent out to serve their masters while she continued to languish in captivity and could do nothing.
Tobin stirred and with a little difficulty, he managed to haul himself back onto his knees. He scuttled over, and once more rubbed his snout into Samantha. He bestowed a few torpid brushes with the upper length of the muzzle. After arousing Samantha with this token manipulation, he settled back.
The bolt to the door was thrown and the portal slid aside. Standing in the doorway was Lady Morgana. She stepped in, glanced briefly to Samantha, then snapped reins to Tobin before leading him out.
Through the open door, Samantha continued to watch the various castes of pony passing by. The vast selection was an intriguing sight and it was pleasing to see the bizarre, complex, or simple designs that the various owners had constructed for their colts, stallions, mares, and fillies.
Master Talon walked boldly through the door and trailed a hand along her arms as he wandered behind her. He was dressed as before and held a long blue dressage whip and a matching set of reins in one hand.
“Slept a little late there. Busy night. But now it’s time to get you back out in the paddock, pony.”
Talon went to the wall and leant back. Twirling the whip in one hand, he looked to the gate. Samantha followed his eyes and watched as two young hostlers entered. Dressed in tight black riding trousers and polished boots with starched white shirts they held the full measure of her pony uniform.
The two men began to reapply her outfit with celerity and rigour. The gag was removed and they restored her bit, bridle, and muzzle. The interior smelt fresh and had obviously been cleaned during the night. The youths then turned to the rest of her attire.
Samantha groaned eagerly as she felt the soft suede interior and stern leather enclosing her like a comforting shell. They tightened the corset, then removed an arm each so they could force it into its sleeve. Samantha gave a few meek struggles to have them hold her more forcefully, an invitation they readily accepted.
Her arms were pulled back and as they removed the cross strapping that held her to the upright pole, they locked the limbs behind her again. Suddenly she jerked against her bonds as two metallic probes were entered into her body. The cool lubricant had them glide in without effort and the hostlers suddenly tightened her crotch buckles to keep them in place.
The men unfastened her legs and pulled her up onto her hooves. Holding her between them they reaffixed her tail and waited as Talon stepped forward and attached the reins.
“Thank you, gentlemen. I believe I can take it from here,” he said.
With a tug, he pulled Samantha after him and led her out toward the greenery. This time she was taken to the other side of the stable where several fenced areas held tracks and other items and considerations for pony display.
When she reached her destination, she gave a gasp of shock. The area was replete with large rings and a number of brightly coloured beams set at various low heights. The obstacle course was not so much a shock as the fact that Tom and Thumper were both present as steeds for Morgana and Talon.
Both of the women had an elegantly crafted saddle high on their backs. The engineered seat embraced them with heavy straps and allowed Morgana to sit comfortably upon Thumper. Her feet reached into stirrups that dangled from the pony’s hips and the raised back allowed her to recline with ease.
Lady Morgana held a dressage whip in one hand and Tobin’s reins in the other.
Talon proceeded to the spare mount and used her short reins to pull her down into a crouch. Slipping into the saddle, he flicked the leather traces and Tom arose with a slight strain of effort.
“Come on, pony,” he said.
With nudges to her flanks, Talon steered his steed toward the open gate and pulled Samantha behind him.
The two dominants rode their strong slaves into the area and towed Tobin and Samantha with them. Together they reached over, removed the reins, then deployed their weapons to steer and control their charges.
Samantha scampered forward as the whip clipped her rear and deposited a swell of fire. She barked against her bit and increased her jog as Talon pursued her.
“Legs up, pony,” he warned and caught her again with the lengthy sceptre of chastisement.
Samantha gave a startled cry and ground her teeth to the bit. She started to throw her knees up and continued to march around the course at speed. Talon followed her and corrected every failing of her stance with a swift and effulgent stroke. Samantha could see that Morgana was conducting the same exercise on Tobin, and the sounds of her own discipline joined his.
“Now run, pony!” he commanded, and nudged his heels into his mount to speed her up.
The whip reached out and started to wiggle. The end applied swift, stinging kisses to her rear and Samantha accelerated into a gallop. It was clear that Tom was far more athletic than Samantha was, with strength and stamina that allowed her to outpace her despite the burden of Talon on her back.
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nbsp; “Now get ready to jump!” he ordered as the whip added a particularly venomous flick to her left flank.
Samantha instinctively skipped away from the throbbing weal and found herself charging toward one of the horizontal beams. Her hooves pounded the grass as she tried to gain momentum then she jumped up into the air. She sailed over the minor obstacle as Tom was permitted to run passed it.
Samantha landed and stumbled a little as her heels wobbled and her legs sagged. With a burst of effort, she tried to increase her rate before she pitched forward. She swayed and when the whip again crossed her buttocks she lurched upright and managed to require her balance.
“Good pony. Now slow down. Walk,” he ordered.
The end of the whip reached forward as Tom moved out in front of her. Threatening taps to her vulnerable breasts brought immediate compliance and Samantha eased to a walk. Her knees jumped up with each proud step and she began to calm her panting breaths.
“Very good, pony. Now get ready, here we go again,” said Talon and the end of the whip retreated to take its poised position behind her.
Samantha was goaded toward a queue of beams. She made the first with ease, and the second with a little more difficulty. She leapt over the third and staggered for a few steps. Pride in her status as a competent pony grabbed her ailing equilibrium and strength, and her thighs found new life. With a flurry of stern steps, she managed to stop her fall and prance forward into a balanced dash.
“Excellent. Very well done, pony,” he announced.
Talon had Samantha take on several more jumps that were nowhere near as challenging as the trio, and so she made them with ease. She feared that he might give her a final impossible feat to attempt, but she had impressed him with her performance and he knew that she reached her limits.
With stinging taps to her assets he brought her to a walk then halted her. Tom strutted around her and Talon scrutinised her with the whip leant casually over one shoulder.
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