AllisonsTraining

by Jennifer Campbell

  Doc must have known by the incredulous look on her face what was on her mind. “A little discovery of mine, Progesterone-X, it swells the breast, starts copious lactation, and other little things you will discover in time. One weekly shot, and you will remain a high producing milk mare, requiring milking twice a day, or you will be in pain."

  Owen chose this time to chime in. “Yes, the farm does a profitable business from milk sales, just one of our diversifications. Dan, show 6828 how her chain works, I'm sure it will enlighten her."

  Glancing quickly at Dan, then at the mirror, she traced the further path of the chain, knowing from Owens's words that it was a control device. Passing through her nipple rings, the chains merged into one thicker chain, and passed through a large ring on the front of a wide leather collar she wore. Then the chain fell back down her body and ended in a handle similar to a screwdriver handle. Seeing Dan grasp the handle, she knew pain, terrible pain was coming. In the future, she would do anything to avoid the pain, and in that way it would control her. The reason for the pulling torment in my breasts and pussy when I was bent over was that they were attached to the floor, as they are now directly linked to the handle Dan holds. She braced herself and watched in horror as her trainer jerked the chain.

  Her shriek was so high-pitched and loud she saw Owen cover his ears, as pain like she had never felt before coursed through her yanked breasts and pussy. This is control, control so intimate and agonizing it must be obeyed. With the handle dangling in front of me, my trainer has complete control of my mare body.

  "Just a little demonstration, of what disobedience will get a mare, but no more will come your way, unless you deserve it. Dan will take you to your stall now, via the milking room, and settle you in. Your training will begin tomorrow, and I'll be there to monitor your progress. I'll be emailing Nick with daily updates.” Owen closed the distance between them, and grasped her breasts, kneading them.

  Jesus, they are filled with milk, swollen so full they hurt when he touches them. Bad enough to be trained as a mare, but to be milked twice a day, like a cow. However, Owen holds all the cards, so I must impress daily for Nick will hear it all. If I'm bad, he might not even come to see me at month's end, much less take me home.

  Taking one last look at mare 6828 in the mirror, she noted other things, her arms and hands confined in a black leather armbinder, her head encased in a leather harness, serving as her bridle, and her mouth bit and blinders which completed the look of a mare. Her long, blonde hair had been pony tailed, appropriately, through a hole in the black leather harness, and a plume of red feathers rose from the harness above her head. I am a pretty mare, much prettier than the fakers in Tim's pictures, and, I'm afraid, much more real.

  Dan slapped her flank and uttered a mind shattering command. “Ho, mare, get up.” His eloquent English accent made it not the same as the quintessentially Western ‘giddy up’ but the effect on Allison's psyche was just as devastating. I am a human mare, for all intense and purposes, and the only way out of this nightmare is to be trained.

  His hand gripping the chain handle, Dan led her from the prep room, back up the stairs they had descended, and down the opposite stairway. Allison moved slowly, getting used to walking on tiptoes, and thankfully, her trainer seemed pleased with her progress. When they reached the bottom of the second stairway, Allison heard odd sounds. Sounds like humans, mimicking the neighs and whinnies of horses.

  Dan led her around the corner into a room, and as soon as she entered she stopped dead in her tracks, frozen by what she saw. There bent forward near the center of the room were three girls, or rather mares. They were naked with their bodies in the same state as Allison, chains, bridle, bit, tails, and tattoos, as apparently all mares had. Fastened tightly into position on frames of black plastic PVC pipe, all three were impaled on huge, black-rubber dildos that fucked their stretched slits furiously, apparently under some mechanical power.

  The three mares also had metal and rubber attachments running to their breasts, and the attachments pumped their breasts quickly, sucking their milk into clear plastic tubes running to a machine and then to a milk can. Clear to Allison, these three were undergoing the milking process but what shocked her was the brutal fucking they were undergoing as they were milked.

  Dan spoke to her over the din of gasps, powered dildos, and milk machines. “The farm studied it forwards and backwards, and always came to the same conclusion, sex increases milk production, at least in human mares, so when you get milked, you get fucked.” He led her over to an empty frame, and she saw the full size of the dildo that rose out of the floor behind it. They don't think small here on Laughlin's Farm. The dildo is bigger than the fuckin’ plug in my ass. I wonder how long they endure this milking.

  As Dan strapped her into the frame, she looked at the three girls, two brunettes and an ash blonde, and realized something. Their loving what's happening to them. Their eyes are in pure bliss, and there, the blonde's thighs are shaking. She is climaxing, in total ecstasy. Can it really be that good?

  Dan slipped the fat dildo into her gash, and she moaned at how good it felt there, how right. Then the steel and rubber cups went over her breasts, and Dan turned them on, making them squeeze and pump her breasts energetically. At first it hurt, but then she saw white liquid flow into the tubes and she felt relieved to have her swollen breasts emptied. Seeing Dan flip a switch on the machine her milk was going to, she felt the dildo begin to thrust up, deep into her mare cunt. Moments later, 6828 screamed, not in pain, but in orgasmic lust. Allison James’ eyes were glazed over in supreme bliss.

  "Be back in an hour, when you're done."

  * * * *

  I never even saw the three mares being taken away by Jimmy, nor did I feel him playing with my anus, poking his finger into my crinkled hole. I was too racked by the sensations coursing through my body, as the steel and rubber cups pumped my breasts relentlessly, and the rubber shaft fucked my cunt deep and mechanically fast. When Dan finally returned, he flipped the switched which stopped both the milking machine and the ramming dildo. Once again, Allison was a mere mare, not an orgasm machine.

  I wanted to tell him, about the whole experience, how I had just had dozens of the best climaxes of my life strapped to a milking machine like a cow, but through my bit, I could not.

  "Your amazed, 6828, you've just had the most powerful orgasms of your life, and you simply can't believe the conditions you had them under. Don't be concerned, just remember you'll be in the milking room at least twice a day, everyday.” Dan gave his charge a wide grin, knowing the thought was just now dawning on her.

  As best a mare can through her bit, Allison smiled at her trainer. Twice a day, perhaps things might not be so bad here after all. There are fringe benefits to being a mare.

  Taking hold of her chain, the one so intimately connected with her flesh, Dan led her out of the milking room, turning right to walk down a long well-lit corridor. “Look around, 6828, this is your new home, the stable for human mares. We keep a few of your equine cousins at ground level, to maintain the illusion that Laughlin farm is for equines only. Indeed, I have two equines on my training schedule, but counting you, I have nine human mares to train."

  Allison obeyed her trainer, looking about as they passed stall after stall, but all the stall doors were shut, so she could not see the conditions under which her sister mares lived. However, she noted the place seemed immaculately clean, and not constructed of wood, like an equine stable would be. Instead, it was stainless steel and what seemed like hard black rubber to her, looking easy to keep clean. Yet the only information, other than the fact that there were many stalls, she got came to her via her ears.

  Just like before they had entered the milking room, the neighs and whinnies assaulted Allison's ears. Easy to identify as human, by the differences in volume and pitch from the real equine thing, Allison wondered why her sister mares desired to be heard as horses. Is there need to communicate so urgent they feel compelled to spe
ak in a way not denied them. Then another fantastical possibility leapt into Allison's mind. Is it possible, could they actually be communicating? Have they made a language of neighs, nickers, and whinnies? She dismissed the thought as too impossible to believe, but kept it in the back of her mind.

  "Two mares to a stall, so each mare bonds with another, you will be fed and watered three times each day. One cleaning per day and training is usually four to five hours, but in your case, it will likely be significantly longer. You have so much to learn, 6828, and you're training is so very important to Owen.” As he said ‘significantly longer', Dan tossed her a look of anticipation.

  He is looking forward to training me, he likes me. I guess that's a good thing, perhaps things will be easy. This isn't so bad, orgasms, a hunky stud to control you and touch you all over, and another mare to bond with. Allison remembered the conversation between Owen and Dan about 6490, her intended stable-mate, who was apparently the best mare in the place, whatever that meant.

  Dan stopped, they were halfway down the long corridor, and he looked at Allison. “No sense in not getting some training in now, so you can make a favorable impression on your pair-mate. After all, you two will likely be a team. Stand still with your feet together, standing up straight, like a proud mare."

  Eager to please her trainer, Allison responded quickly to this his first lesson. Her feet together, she straightened her posture, trusting her chained breasts out without really understanding why.

  "Now, lift your right foot taking a small but exaggerated step forward, your knee needs to rise above your waist, and the movement is slow, deliberate. It is a show mare step, and you want everyone to see you, your breasts jiggling as you step, and the exposure of your mare cunt as you step. Go ahead and try it."

  Allison stepped, raising her knees high, but not high enough, and moving a bit too fast in her anxiety. She felt a crisp, painful slap on her behind. Her trainer was not pleased with her effort.

  "Again, left foot, higher and slower, you are a beautiful mare, and you want the hundreds of owners gathered to see that fact."

  Again, Allison stepped, with her left foot, high enough this time, but still too fast to please.

  "Thwack.” The slap came again, harder this time, hard enough to realize she did not want to feel the next level.

  "Good height, but you're still rushing. Imagine yourself in a show ring, a tight red latex hood and leggings adding to your mare beauty. Everyone there sighs to your magnificent near naked loveliness, but you only see one face. In the main box is Nick, looking the part of proud owner, and you think you will die if you don't impress him, make his cock harden to the step of your lush body. You need him to notice every detail of your training, and your naked eloquence, so you move lithely, deliberately, like the finest show mare alive."

  How does he know? How can he see inside me and understand what I hope to do. The way he puts it, it moves me, makes me want to be a show mare. Jesus, I'm wet from his words, I know it.

  Concentrating, Allison stepped with her right foot again, all the way up, her knee higher than it had been before. As if it were a dream, she held the peak, letting her leg down excruciatingly slow. Excited by her apparent success, she repeated the motion with her left leg.

  "Good mare, very good.” Dan's words soaked over her, but there was more, positive reinforcement for an obedient mare. Dan's fingers slipped between her legs, two fingers finding her slick slit with practiced ease, and then she was frigged, fast and hard till she gasped at her sudden arousal. The fingers left her yearning hole, but there were more hot words in her ear. “You're sloppy wet, 6828. You will take to training well, I feel your need."

  Damn if he isn't right. I think I love this. Forced to conform, pain if I fail, delight if I succeed and a knowing trainer to administer it all. What more could a mare ask for?

  "It's about thirty feet to your stall, number 19, you will step like you have learned all the way there. You'll feel my hand when you err, my fingers when you sustain good effort."

  Thirty feet later, Allison felt certain the two hard smacks she received on her bottom for her missed last four steps, had been caused by Dan's fingers in her gash for her perfect early steps. With Dan's kind of positive reinforcement, I must be careful to keep my concentration.

  She turned, staring at the shiny steel door with 19 on the front. It would be her home for at least 21 days, and inside she would meet her pair-mate, 6490. Dan opened the door, and she looked inside her stall for the first time. All stainless steel and the hard black rubber, her attention was immediately drawn to the young woman fixed in a rather amazing position.

  Her legs erect, but spread wide at her feet, Allison saw that she was bent over at the waist, her feet chained to the floor. At the top of her belly, just below her rising and falling ribcage, was the first place that two poles of the black rubber rose out of the steel floor to lock her lower torso into a stock-like way, keeping her from moving her hips at all. Further up, the raven-haired mare's breasts hung down, still nipple-pierced and chained as Allison's were. Another two rubber poles rose out of the floor to fix her neck and hands in stocks, and Allison looked quickly at the wall, to see her armbinder hanging there. Apparently, it's not worn in the stalls, but her hands, she has them balled and covered in a black rubber glove so she has no use of her fingers.

  Looking at Dan, as if seeking permission to move closer to her stall mate, she saw him nod. Inching closer, she looked at 6490's face for the first time. Kind, grey eyes looked at her, temporarily diverted to from what they were doing.

  Oh my God, her nose, that must be wickedly painful. Allison had noticed 6490's nose nooks, small rubber hooks up each nostril that forced her head up and back, so the back of her head pressed against the neck stock. Now Allison noticed how her head harness had been loosened, and her bit had been removed from her mouth, but in its place something else occupied 6490's mouth. A tube, through which moved a viscous grey liquid, was secured into her oral cavity. She's being fed. No chewing, tasting, just nutrients dumped into her. Clearly the menu is below my standards.

  Allison caught a batting of the eyes, and an ever so slight nodding of the chin from 6490. An acknowledgement perhaps, of the presence of her new stable mate, the best she could muster. Looking around, she saw a second set of the rubber stocks, tops open, waiting patiently for her to place her belly, neck, and wrists into their tight grip. Oh no, it's going to be a nightmare, living like this.

  "Come to me, 6828, time to get you set up, I have evening rounds to do.” Dan beckoned her, but she could not move for her fright.

  Allison wanted to scream, yell at him, but she knew all that would only get her punished terribly. Yet right then, she realized why her sister mares whinnied. They had to say something, when things went against them in this place of great despair and great joy. Allison James, having become mare 6828, reared her head back and let out her first angry whinny.

  "Don't make me use your lead, 6828. It will only be more painful for you. You've done so well today, don't spoil it all now."

  Allison had no intention of making Dan use the agonizing lead on her. She just wanted to vent her inner frustration. Walking to him, she stood still while he removed her armbinder. Finding her hands balled in the same manner as 6490, she followed Dan to the second stocks, spreading and bending as he required of her. Once in the stocks, she felt the rubber hooks slide into her nostrils, permitting breath to pass through and not as uncomfortable as she had imagined. Then her harness was loosened, her bit removed, and the feeding tube was forced down her throat. This is a strange sensation, having your stomach filled, but not going through the mechanics of eating, chewing and swallowing. In a few moments her stomach got the full feeling of Thanksgiving dinner, and the feeding tube was removed.

  Allison realized quickly the effects of the nostril hooks. She and I may spent hours together in this stall, but I won't be able to turn my head and look at her face, instead I will look at this blank wall in front of m
e.

  A pop and a sharp pain to her anus let her know Dan was busy. He had pulled out both their tale plugs, and hung them on the wall before their eyes. Now he pressed a button on the wall, and Allison heard a mechanical buzz from behind her, but had no idea what would happen until she felt soft rubber nudge against her pussy and anus. Dan left their sight, but very soon she knew why as the dildos at her pussy and anus was slipped inside her at the head. Dan reappeared, and a short buzz later both dildo were buried deep inside her. She assumed it was the same with 6490. I wish I knew her name. I hate thinking of her as a number.

  Dan opened Allison's lower stock, leaving her hips and belly free, and turned to leave, but was stopped dead in his tracks by a frenzied whinny from 6490.

  Their trainer laughed. “Leave it to you, 6490, to correct a trainer who has overlooked something in your handling. What your fellow mare is trying to tell me, 6828, is that I have forgotten to fasten your bits, preventing intelligible speech, but what she fails to understand is that I did not overlook it. Mares don't speak, I know that, every trainer does, but in the magic of the wee hours of the morning, if a miracle happens, and two mares can suddenly quietly converse about what the younger, inexperienced one needs to know, who am I to doubt such a delightful fantasy.” Dan switched off the lights, and Allison heard the stall door close behind him.

  In the darkness, Allison realized seeing 6490's face would not be possible even if she could turn her head. We'll probably train together, so I'll get plenty of chances to see all of her. I wonder if intimacy will be required of us, do mares have sex with one another here. With what she had experienced so far, she found it hard to believe anything was out of bounds at Laughlin Mare Farm.

  "So, 6828, what brings you to Laughlin's farm, are you new to being a mare, or does your owner think you need a refresher course?” The voice Allison heard sounded young, making her wonder how long 6490 had been a mare, as she had already heard from Owen and the trainers about how good of a mare she was.