by Mark Andrews
Black Beauty’s cock was now properly erect and some of the men we passed grinned and reached down to give it a few friendly tugs! I wondered how he had learned to control it so well. It seemed it was just practice, but it certainly made him look most virile - like a naked African warrior on the prowl - except that he had on hooves and a tail ... Oh, I forgot to mention, they had clipped another fitting onto his bridle so that the jockey had something to hang on to. It was a handle that had been designed to be added to the straps that ran over the top of his head.
My event was first, or at least the first for us three, Muscles was one of only three geldings but Black Beauty and me were each one of a couple of dozen entries in our events.
My forte had been judged as prancing and so I was entered in the fillies’ class for this event. We didn’t prance abreast but in line astern so that the judges and the spectators in the stands could look each of us over as we passed by them. Off we went and as I started, my mind went into top gear to remember to keep my head rigid, my eyes looking straight ahead, without wavering to the side to look around me or up into the stand; to keep my back perfectly straight and my breasts properly thrust out and my elbows well back behind my shoulders, alternately flicking my biceps muscles up into hard balls of muscle and then relaxing them; to raise my knees right up to my chest with each step while at the same time achieving the correct speed for the prance.
It was not easy. Indeed, the prance was a very difficult gait at the best of times. Trotting was hard enough - raising the thighs to the horizontal with each step, but drawing the knees right up to the chest is three times harder and especially so when you are expected to run faster than with the trot! But now it was worse still for we were on show. We were judged by experts on all the aspects I have mentioned and you have to remember our owners were not at all forgiving if we failed them.
Prince Azeem could be kind if we performed, but he could also be ruthless if we didn’t live up to his expectations - and they were always higher than they should be.
Today was the heats. Tomorrow would be the finals. The third day - wait for it, we were going to show off our skills as sexual animals. And on the marks awarded there, as well as those we had earned in the heats and finals, the ribands would be awarded.
You don’t believe it? I’m not surprised. It really is too bizarre, isn’t it? It’s true however and I will detail that most shameful event later.
Right now I was concerned with performing at the prance and I remembered all the requirements. I kept my eyes straight ahead. I thrust out my breasts and I raised my knees up high, right up to my chest. I knew I was presenting a most lascivious sight but I didn’t care. I wanted to avoid the cane or the paddle and this was the only way to achieve that. I felt I did all right as I made my circuit of the arena but I wouldn’t told, indeed no one would be until the results were announced on the third day. I must have done all right, though, for I did make it to the finals.
After being unharnessed, I was allowed to go back to watch Muscles and Black Beauty perform. My Thai friend was a trotter and I must say he looked magnificent as he presented his slender but so beautiful body to absolute perfection. I couldn’t fault him in his presentation but I also had to note that the others in his group were pretty good as well. I didn’t think they came up to Muscles’ standard but then I was slightly prejudiced!
Black Beauty’s display was incredible. I hadn’t seen him with the show saddle on his back before since he practised with an extra-heavy practice model and it was as ornate as our show gigs, with beautiful tooling on the highly polished leather and the metal fittings all bright and gleaming.
Leaning forward slightly - as he had to in order to counter the weight of the saddle and jockey, he looked absolutely stupendous. His chocolate-brown skin gleamed as much as the leather on his saddle and his muscles scintillated in the sunlight as he galloped round the track, showing off his superb body to perfection.
The next day was a repeat of the first, with us on show during the morning and then each competing in the finals of the same events in the afternoon. We bedded down at night in the straw and were cleaned and our wastes removed in rotation in the ablution area at the end of the pavilion.
Not all the slaves were force-fed the dreadful enemas we had to suffer every single day of our lives there and I was jealous that all they had to do was lean against the pole and shed their wastes in their solid form after which their backsides were hosed and cleaned down by their grooms. It seemed the prince thought that if we were clean inside as well as out, it would add to our general health. I doubt it, but then I don’t really know, either.
The last day’s morning followed the first two but then, in the afternoon, we were taken along to the arena for our sex display. I didn’t for one moment believe this had anything to do with our sexual ability. What could that possibly have to do with our fecundity? None at all! I knew very well it was purely a sex show - to gratify the disgustingly lewd morals of those depraved people! An over-reaction on my part, wait till you hear it all ...
Muscles was obviously not a part of that third day’s activities but Black Beauty and I were. Once more we were brought to the arena and were arraigned at the front of a stage that had been constructed facing the main stand. This was packed to the gunwales with people - all men of course, while we were lined up against the front wall of the stage. Since it was six feet high, we were thus below the lip of the stage - or most of it and even Black Beauty couldn’t see much over the top. Even if we had been able to, though, we were made to stand in the usual pose with our backs to the stage, facing the crowd and so we couldn’t see what was happening up on top of it.
As we approached it however I did see a set of the same pillories into which I had been locked for my rape by Black Beauty in England and I shuddered in shame at the memory of that event, thrilling and all as it had been at the time.
Once more the judges inspected our bodies - minutely, as we stood there with our thumbs cuffed to rings placed on the front wall of the stage behind us - and once more I felt that same flood of humiliation as they made us open our mouths wide and poked in with their fingers through the bit to look at our teeth, then went over every other part of our bodies, assessing them. I couldn’t imagine what they had missed from the last such inspection only the day before and the day before that, but there you are ...
Then the call came for the first pair, down at the end of the line and they were led up onto the stage so that the girl (or filly if you want me to be accurate) could be locked down. I’ll skip the rest of what happened then for I couldn’t see what was going on and to describe the yells and cries would be second best.
The time came when it was our turn and Black Beauty and me were led up to replace the pair beside us. Our tails were first removed by our groom and then the official up on the stage curtly gestured to the pillory and I sighed and climbed into it, dropped down onto my knees and placed my wrists and neck into the open slots so they could lower the top half of the bar and lock my upper body in place, right down near the floor of the stage.
They then manoeuvred my ankles into the two remaining holes which of course, pushed my hips up high and exposed both my anus (still pulsing after the removal of the tail and the huge cone-shaped dildo that held it in place) and vulva to the gaze of the men in the stands. Most of them had binoculars of course and although I couldn’t see them now, I felt them trained on my two exposed holes.
During all this, Black Beauty stood to one side, his face forlorn as he thought of his coming second rape of my body (the first had been back in England, when Sebastian had ordered it). He loved me. I knew that and in a way I loved him and Muscles too. When the prince allowed us those times together in the big stall at the end of the row, we made wonderful love together. But this was so different. This was a public ‘servicing’ of my body, ostensibly to show of our joint prowess as sexual animals before thousan
ds of men in the stand behind us, each of whom had paid good money to watch the act we were about to perform.
But Black Beauty knew as well as I did that there was nothing else for it. We would have to perform or face the prince’s wrath and we well knew it would be boundless. No, we would do what we had to and we would do it as well as we could.
I sensed him moving up behind me and then I felt his cock touch at my vagina while the rest of his body laid over my upended one and his hands, free for once to behave as they would, grasped at my breasts.
I felt a wondrous thrill of lust for him and then he was inside me.
He was a powerful lover but also a most sensitive one. He knew exactly how to make me come on cue and he did so now with enormous flair and panache. I could imagine how the crowd was staring at his plunging buttocks for I had seen their glasses trained on the last three couples and strangely, my shame and humiliation was gone and I concentrated on just the sensations that were now coursing through and through my whole body.
They were powerful. Only Sebastian’s love making was better than this - and that was saying something. Black Beauty knew how to string it out too and he did now for Ridha had told us this would bring in good marks. I can’t remember how many orgasms he brought me to. I think it may have been a dozen or so for he was so good a lover they seemed to pile one on top of the other and boy, were they powerful ones!
Then, when he had built up his own libido to an enormous extent, he finally pulled out of me and allowed it to jet - and I mean jet - out over my back, even over my head, to land on the stage way in front of it. I could see it pooling in little dollops in a thin stream that led back to me and I could then feel some of them on my near-naked scalp and up my sloping back to my bottom.
I could hear the cheers in the stand behind me and I grinned. I suspected Black Beauty had eclipsed anything they had seen that day, or perhaps ever before and I hoped my antics as he had made love to me in that very indecent position had been enough to clinch the blue ribbon for us.
Our tails were duly replaced and then we were led down off the stage while the last two remaining couples were led up to perform their little act.
Yes, we won the blue ribbon, Black Beauty and me, while Muscles got a second place. The prince was quietly ecstatic about our wins and once more promised us a session (and perhaps more than one) in the big stall down the end.
We had that night but no more for it wasn’t long after that that Sebastian showed up, was captured and initiated as a pony himself.
He then entered the same training regime as us except that in his case, it wasn’t speed they wanted from him but a finicky attention to detail. With him, they concentrated on form rather than speed and as I watched him trotting and prancing around the track or in the ring inside the gym, prancing under the huge overhead capstan or when his was cock being trained to be as rigid as Black Beauty’s now always was when under training, my eyes misted over with love for my man.
They didn’t let us get together, though. In fact he was kept rigidly celibate by means of an infibulating ring through his foreskin while my nakedness was continuously thrust in front of him. I think they used me as part of his cock control training actually and of course at these times they removed the ring, but no way was he to be allowed actual sexual pleasure. I heard the prince tell Ridha that Sebastian was not under any circumstance to be allowed to come and any time he looked like it during his cock training, they sprayed his genitals with this aerosol that immediately had him screaming in pain - and his cock a shrivelled parody of its former magnificence.
And then they would begin all over again, flaunting my out-thrust breasts and pulsing vagina at him, making me wiggle my tail before his goggling eyes or perform exercises such as body twists that showed me off very seductively until his cock was again at full erection, huge and straining - but then they held up the can of spray and his face turned desperate as he stared from them to me in fear - and in longing.
My heart went out to him. Oh how I wanted to speak to him, to assure him of my love ... not on. The bits stayed there all the time and while I was now used to being permanently bridled and bitted, I still couldn’t speak properly and nor would I when I knew my tongue and vocal cords were at risk if I tried.
The day came when he and I were scheduled to perform at a country show. Yes, in exactly the same way as Muscles, Black Beauty and I had before, even down to Sebastian showing off his sexual skills on the last day.
Now I knew why he had been kept celibate all this time. He would perform with me so much better.
But first he had to show his skills as a show pony. As Black Beauty had before him, he did exceptionally well and I marvelled at how adaptable the British aristocracy was when it came to new circumstances. I suspect this was what made the British such good colonists, anyway, Sebastian performed perfectly, showing off his skill at the various gaits, all executed with faultless attention to detail and I was reminded of the Brigade of Guards, those crack regiments of the British Army who’s skill at ceremonials was second to none, anywhere in the world.
Sebastian was not a guards’ officer but the way he performed out on the track of the arena had me bursting with pride. Yes, pride. All right, I know the prince had shamed and humiliated us all beyond belief and particularly Sebastian, whom he hated above all, as the representative of those who had subjugated his family and others over the last hundred years, but I had long ago decided that the only way I was going to get through this horrible part of my life was to be the best there was among the prince’s slaves and I am sure Sebastian did the same. I know Black Beauty and Muscles had followed my lead in this even though of course we had said not one word to each other in all the months of our slavery there.
And then of course came the moment when he was to ‘service’ me.
From the very first moment Ridha told the pair of us that we would be performing as show ponies I felt this incredible excitement. At long last, after all these months, Sebastian was again going to make love to me - even if it was in that very indecent manner and before thousands of the prince’s people, all of whom would be cheering him on!
The act was wonderful. I made myself forget how I was secured up on that stage so high above the surrounding arena. I put out of my mind the people behind me and I gloried in the feel of my fiancé’s beautiful weapon as he slowly brought it into my body. I wished he could talk to me as he made love to me. I wanted to hear his funny little moues in my ear as his teeth nibbled the lobe. He couldn’t but still he made it last just as Black Beauty had and the event was glorious.
Oh how I mourned when he at last pulled out of me and sprayed his seed all over my shaven head and back ...
Yes, we too won a blue riband and again the prince was pleased - but I didn’t like the gleam I saw in his eyes as he looked us up and down just before we were transported home.
Chapter 6
You may remember I said Sebastian’s love for me was put to the test during my time on the prince’s estate? I will now tell of the reason for it. Actually, it wasn’t really but the prince, who hadn’t been that much of a regular visitor to England and to our human pony racing club events, thought the next stage of our humiliation at his hands, would be.
I hadn’t liked the way he had looked at the pair of us after the last show, nor at the way he had so openly fondled my body in front of Sebastian for of course he knew we were affianced and lost no opportunities of openly feeling my body when Sebastian was near. God, how he hated Sebastian!
Now we were told, all four of us, that I was to be put to foal - but not with Sebastian. No, the prince had the idea that the British aristocracy hated the black races - or perhaps despised them would be a better description, thinking of them, as Hitler had, as being lesser human beings. He was wrong, as we all know, and in Sebastian’s case, very much so, but it was what he thought and so, imagining that Sebastian
would hate to see me ‘mated’ with a black man, he chose Black Beauty as the sire of my foal.
We were all appalled of course, but not because Black Beauty was a Negro. We all knew him to be a beautiful man and his physique and matinee-idol looks were second to none. Muscles and me also counted him as our best friends - bar none. Indeed, if I had never met Sebastian, I would have been honoured to be Black Beauty’s fiancée and wife. No, the horror came from the fact that I was to ‘serviced’ by another man - and while Sebastian watched - and this time it was to be for real.
They had taken me off the pill and now knew my periods down to a tee. I was going to become a mother - to Black Beauty’s child - and Sebastian was going to be forced to watch the siring - on his own fiancée!
The prince packed his mating room to the gunwales. Every man and his dog, it seemed, wanted to see the English aristocrat’s fiancée impregnated by the giant champion black while he watched. I was brought in and led around the circular stage so that my charms could be ogled by every one of the hundreds of spectators in there and then I was secured in the usual pillory that exposed our bodies so shamefully.
As soon as I was secure, they brought Sebastian in and locked him to a post near my head so I could look up and see him standing there. Then they brought Muscles in. I wondered why he too was to be a part of these terrible proceedings ... I soon found out!
They made him kneel in front of Sebastian and while Black Beauty was brought in and led up to me, Muscles was ordered to suck his cock (freed from its infibulating ring for the occasion) to a full erection and ejaculation.
Was there no end to the prince’s hatred of us? It seemed not. Sebastian was not a homophobe but he had no homosexual tendencies and neither did Muscles. It just shows though how much mental conditioning can force men and women into paths they might otherwise abhor - and even appear to relish them.