Named and Shamed: Pony girl training begins... (Pony Tales Book 4)

by C. P. Mandara

  When the figure had reached four hundred thousand pounds and the bidding had slowed somewhat, Jenny heard the auctioneer's voice explode out of the loud speakers once more.

  'Who would like to see one of Albrecht's newest fillies squiggle and squirm?'

  There was a loud roar of approval before he continued.

  'And who would like to see this little pet impaled in all three of her luscious, tight little holes?'

  Another bellow of general agreement ensued.

  'Steer your eyes towards the stage, ladies and gentlemen, because you're in for a treat.'

  As the hood was torn from Jenny's head, the hands were deafening in their enthusiasm. At first she mistakenly thought they were impressed with her youth and beauty, but that was not the case at all, she was to realise. Her bridle and bit were roughly yanked from her head and a large steel pole with an impressive black dildo at its base aimed for her face. Instinct had Jenny opening her mouth and a round of foot-stomping ensued as the thick plastic penis embedded itself halfway to her gullet. She gurgled at the intruder and tried to spit it out, but the man holding the fiend was insistent that it stay there. As Jenny raised her eyes to examine him, a loud crack rang out upon her backside.

  'Eyes down, slave!'

  Defiantly, Jenny tried once more to eye up her tormentor, but the second blow upon her ass was much stronger than the first and the pain had her eyes rolling in her head. What were they using back there, a cane? It made her eyes water. At the same time the dildo began rotate left and right, being worked slowly into her jaw. Backside smarting, she lowered her eyes and got a good view of the enormous plastic imposter trying to fill her mouth.

  'Five hundred thousand pounds,' somebody yelled.

  It was then that Jenny discovered that the smell of lime and ginger earlier had not come from a spectator's aftershave. The dildo in her mouth had a coating of slick lubricant and she could taste the tartness of fruit, coupled with the heat of the spice.

  The pole was slowly pushed back, delving as far as it could before it was yanked forward for a repeat lunge, and with each thrust forward the audience roared their appreciation. The man behind it was clearly out to give the crowd a good show and he had lots of passion for his task. Jenny's main concern was that the heat in her mouth increased with each new stroke, but the size of the dildo levering her jaw wide open was also cause for alarm.

  'Six hundred thousand.' This time the voice was high-pitched and female.

  Another shove with the pole and Jenny gurgled insensibly around the plastic cock taking her mouth. She could barely breathe. The fit of the dildo inside her mouth was so tight she could barely make a sound and the ability to take in air was limited to the second or so of the dildo's quick retraction. Concentrating on her breathing, she almost didn't notice when another of the same design began a very determined dance against the slippery entrance to her sex. It wasn't seeking admittance at first; it was there to tease and cajole her body backward. It wanted to see if she would impale herself upon it. Jenny was not going to give them any more of a show than absolutely necessary and at first she tried to ignore the insistent urgings of her body. She wanted to be filled. She wanted to be slammed into. She needed friction and lots of it, but she restrained each impulse that wanted to rock her body. They would not get their kicks from watching her today.

  That was before the dildo began to find its way inside her. At first it was an annoyance. The deliciously long, fat length of it was fulfilling one of her needs with a satisfying tick, but trying to keep her body still was becoming a chore. She wanted to move. Her body wanted to stretch sinuously, relax into the dildo's insistent rhythm and shake its booty. Jenny allowed it no such privilege.

  'Such a rebellious nature, ladies and gentlemen! What a stance of defiance! Who will have the pleasure of taming this beast for a couple of nights? Do any of you dare?' The voice across the loudspeaker was brimming with unconcealed glee. He could smell money and the girl on the stage fairly reeked of the stuff.

  Her backside wriggled. It was only one little sway of boldness, but there would undoubtedly be more. The dildo at her rear was covered in the same spicy coating as the one claiming her mouth, and it burned.

  The two pole bearers were speeding up their tempo and spearing her in a 'spit roast' fashion, to the delight of the audience. Bids sped through the air and it wasn't long before she lost count of them. Voices blurred, time slowed and all that was left was the inner workings of her body, demanding more as it bucked to and fro. When a flogger came to play against her backside she could have cried. Twisting and turning, rocking and swaying, her body gave them the show that she would have refused them. She had lost the battle for control.

  'Wiggle that tail, pony, show us what a good little filly you're going to be during your training here at Albrecht.'

  The annoying DJ voice was the only sound loud enough to make itself heard in Jenny's consciousness. Everything else was drowned out by the sea of desire she found herself swimming in. Wayward fingers from those around the stage had now managed to get close enough to give her clit little rubs and tormenting flicks. Jenny's tail swished from side to side. She shook her ass and screamed out her frustration, but thankfully she was now oblivious to the amusement and jeers of the crowd. Her body was burning from the inside out. The salve itself was an instrument of torture and each new stroke became more difficult to endure. When a couple of enterprising fellows managed to climb up upon the stage with her and were allowed to join in the fun, Jenny wanted to scream out in torment. Nestling their bodies underneath her, pulling at her nipple chain and watching her breasts jump, their hands searched for her sex and ultimately, her clit.

  'Hand up, ladies and gentlemen. Who would like to see this filly explode?'

  The response to the auctioneer's voice was ear-splitting. The knowledge of what was to come, humiliating. The wait was exasperating and the anticipation excruciating, for Jennifer Redcliff wanted the end result as much as they did. She was hotter than hell and fit to burst. Under the wriggling fingers and meandering hands her body purred. It needed to die the little death, dance the greatest dance and rush headlong into blissful capitulation. Fingers found sweet spots all over her body, rubbed and coaxed them to life and worked sinfully quickly. Her body pulled at the rope restraining her, dribble pooled on the floor as the dildo took yet another plunge inside her, and her back arced high in the air, stiffening suddenly.

  The crowd got a split second scream before the dildo dived deep inside her mouth and plugged it firmly shut, whilst the pole inside her pussy reached for her cervix. Her body twisted and shook, but the fingers paid no heed. They continued their mischievous ministrations until they had extracted the maximum number of orgasmic contractions and had her gasping for breath and trembling for all she was worth. So intense were the sensations that wracked her body, she drooped and her head fell towards the floor. She was flying. Faster and harder than Concorde, it was an elite experience where every nerve-ending tingled and every synapse within her body lit up.

  'Sold to paddle number four-five-two for the princely sum of one point six million!'

  The auctioneer's animated voice echoed in her head. Jenny wasn't really processing what was going on in the room, but somewhere a distant brain cell informed her that it was a reasonably impressive figure.

  As the dildo slowly slipped from her mouth and she began to take in several lungfuls of air, she finally realised that she had just been sold. Somebody had just paid for a two day vacation with her body, minus her mind. Who were these people? How could they get away with these kinds of malicious games? And why hadn't she been rescued? What was she missing? What was their game plan?

  None the wiser for the time being, she decided to scan the room and see what she could deduce from the clientele who occupied it. Unfortunately, it appeared she'd left it a little bit late. Most of them had their backs to her and were in the process of leaving in an orderly fashion. All were elegantly attired and, at a guess, seventy-
five percent of them were male.

  'Head down!' An almighty crack rang out across her backside and without having to be told twice, she dipped her head to the floor once more. The pain of the swing had her biting her lip and it took a few seconds to compose herself. What she had managed to discover in her brief scan of the room was that she had been auctioned in the red room with the black chandeliers and myriad of mirrors. The mirrors would have given everyone a fantastic view of her body in the throes of torment. Alas, there was no time for grumbling, embarrassment or horror. There would be plenty of time for that later. She needed to keep her wits about her and find out what was going to happen in act two.

  'Trainers wishing to make their interest known in Petal should step forward now, please.'

  Angling her head backwards, she used the mirrors behind her to see who was left in the room. Two people immediately stepped forward. She spotted Lyle instantly, with his greying hair and natty tweed jacket. No thank you, she thought.

  His companion was a red-headed male of approximately thirty years of age. He had a youngish face and the biggest blue eyes she had ever seen. He was pretty in a 'boy-next-door' kind of way, and hadn't she been warned against that? Oh, how she wished she had listened to Beauty last night. Why couldn't she remember what had been said?

  Just then there was a firm step forward from another party who was wearing crocodile-skinned cowboy boots. How very unique, Jenny thought; this guy would probably be a rival for Lyle in the crazy stakes. He was tall. So tall Jenny couldn't see his face angled in the mirror behind her. Her body, or namely her crotch, was in the way and it wasn't as if it could be moved.

  The final man came bursting through the door that others were still trying to exit. Jenny couldn't believe she recognised his legs, but she knew with a certainty that it was him. Expensively tailored trousers with a pristine crease at the front, chic Italian leather loafers and a confident if somewhat rushed stride equalled Mark Matthews. Her body prickled with apprehension.

  'For those of you still left in the room, the trainers that have an interest in Miss Redcliff are as follows.

  'Sir Lyle, one of Albrecht's most respected senior trainers and winner of the pony girl world racing championships 2012.

  'James, a new recruit as of 2014, but shows budding promise with his artistic rope work and bondage.

  'Kyle, Albrecht's very own cowboy visiting from the States, already having quite a reputation with the ladies in these parts.

  'Mark, who needs little introduction with his tried and tested training methods, which have never failed to deliver the goods.

  'So, who will it be, Pretty Pink Petals? This is the only choice you get to make at your all-expenses-paid vacation here at Albrecht, so make sure you consider your choice wisely. Your trainer will be in charge of each and every decision that needs to be made with regards to your progression and wellbeing; whether you choose to become firm friends or mortal enemies, you will be spending a lot of time together in the next few months. It's make-your-mind-up-time, Petal.'

  A firm hand gripped the top of Jenny's head and she got more than she bargained for with a close-up shot of one of her dildo pole-vault wielders. A swarthy big nose pressed into hers and he sniffed loudly. Jenny would have screwed up her face in distaste, but the sheer size of him had her holding back. It probably wouldn't do to anger this giant at close quarters. 'All you gotta do is look at the one you want. You say a word and I'll fry your backside for the next two hours. Now be a good horsie.'

  The man had dribbled on her face as he spat out his threats. She could feel the thin line of spittle slide down her cheek as his hand brought her head up further, making sure she studied the onlookers.

  With an almighty tug of her hair he let her go. Jenny closed her eyes as her hair-endings made their protest known. Not content with cutting it off, most of the people around her seemed to want to pull the remains out, too. Grinding her teeth together, she slowly opened her eyes and in long sweeping motions studied the four men in front of her.

  Lyle was a no-brainer with a capital N. She made a quick study of the-boy-next-door and decided that he really was quite cute, standing there in his jeans and sweater. Yep, he was a pretty one all right. Then her eyes made their way up the similarly denim-clad legs of the cowboy, but the similarity stopped there. This one was not simply good-looking, he was stunning: long blond hair, white, open-necked shirt and a tan that could have won Mr Universe. My, oh my. Had Beauty said something about pretty last night? She couldn't be sure. Pretty would not have been an adequate description for cowboy boots, regardless. He was divine in an aquiline, male model or God type of way. As if she hadn't dribbled enough in the past twelve hours, she decided to drool a bit more before her eyes reluctantly sought out the last applicant.

  Her body veered towards him like a magnet seeking the North Pole. Mark. He captured her eyes with effortless ease and it was as if she had lost the battle within herself already. She couldn't tear her gaze away. The rugged, beautiful lines of Mark's face and his mesmerising blue eyes were her undoing. His stare had the power to melt her insides and solidify her blood. She could hardly breathe, she couldn't think and she certainly couldn't move her head an inch.

  'It seems that Petal has made her choice, ladies and gentlemen.' The auctioneer's leer was wide as he geared himself to announce that Mark Matthews had won the right with which to instruct the most coveted novice in the stables. He had rather a lot of money riding on the fact that Matthews would come home the winner, so he was anxious to name him as quickly as possible: 'The position of trainer for Pretty Pink Petals is awarded to Mark Matthews.'

  'No.' The whispered word was not loud enough for anyone to hear, but it bounced around Jenny's head like an angry wasp. She felt pseudo fingers wrap themselves around her neck once more, squeezing the very life out of her, sucking at her consciousness. This isn't somewhere you end up by chance. She remembered riding the sybian and his vicious treatment of her as he slapped her face and let her pass out from exhaustion as the pyramid plug ravaged her ass. You don't get to choose any more. I own your body. I tell it what to do and when to do it. She recalled his spiteful words to her this morning, watching as she suffered for the second time under the wand. If I want you to come, I'll say "come", and your body will rush to obey my bidding. You'll be trained to within an inch of your miserable life to do exactly as I say.

  'No,' she whispered again, frightened at the control Mark could easily wield over her. She had no doubt now that he could do exactly as he had foretold. He would dominate her easily, so very easily, and she wouldn't be able to do a thing to stop him. She would fall at his feet.

  The clapping in the room, from the few remaining bystanders, had Jenny shaking her head at what had just transpired. The gaze was broken and her face was furious. She focused her attention on Mr Gorgeous and the-boy-next-door. Was it already too late? And who to pick? Pretty or Gorgeous? As if it would make any difference. She would be rescued. She would get out of this place, even if she had to sell her soul to do so.

  'No!' she finally managed to scream.

  Taking a deep breath she readied her lungs for the last four words she would speak in a very long time.

  'I want the blond one with the boots!'

  There was a moment of shocked silence before all hell let loose.

  The Pony Tales continue

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  A Rough Ride

  Left with nothing more than two small slits for her eyes and two round holes beneath her nostrils through which to breathe, she haltingly turned her eyes to witness the damage he had wreaked upon her.

  She immediately recoiled in horror, for reflected in the mirror before her was a human pony, complete with perky rubberised ears. Hoof-mitts were being worked up her hands and she knew it wouldn't be long before her boots followed suit. Not content with having taken her speech, liberty and free wi
ll away, now they wanted to make her look like an animal too!

  Who will have the pleasure of training Petal? By rights, the honour should go to Mark Matthews, but the cowboy has other plans. The matter is not settled until the stable owner is brought into the fray.

  It is to be a monumental first week for Albrecht's newest trainee. The pony girl will have two days to find a way of coping with her new latex catsuit and the rigorous buzzing and pumping of the never-ending 'device' which torments her every waking moment. She will then find herself shipped off as a sex-slave, chained and caged, to the mysterious high-bidder from the auction.

  It doesn't take Petal long to realise that her chances of escaping from Albrecht are slim at best, but her defiant nature won't let her give up hope just yet. There is a way out for her, but she may have to give up more than her sanity in order to achieve it.

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