Sam had gone to a locker near the entrance to the ring, and he came back with his chosen weapon, a stingy, whippy, cane. It would be bamboo hell for Allison.
Allison tried to breathe, and calm herself, all the things she had heard worked against pain, but she had no faith they would lesson her harrowing experience.
"Nice ass, 6828, now let's see how it looks in red.” With those words, Sam slashed stroke one directly on target to the sensitive place where bottom become thigh. “Thwack"
Allison jerked stiffly, ripping pain shot through her nipples and pussy milliseconds after the sharp sting on her bottom. Nick please take me from this place, if I live through this.
* * * *
One hour later, Allison was alone in the show ring with Dan and Brianna and her pinked-up, stripped bottom. Brianna was simply standing, watching Allison being put through her paces despite her beat-red, welted, and copiously striped ass.
"Higher knees, more speed, back straight, thrust those mare tits out. You want Nick to see them.” To enforce his words, Dan struck her thigh hard with his crop, avoiding her sore bottom and upper thighs. You've given your stable-mate the day off, 6828, while you catch up to her trotting abilities. After I take you to noon milking, we will continue this until an hour before twilight, and then I'm going to take you both for a draft pull. You'll both be so worn out by evening milking that you'll sleep like foals tonight."
Dan was good to his word, cropping her in a fast trot around the show ring until noon. Showing little compassion for her beaten bottom, he had her breathing hard and exhausted when they entered the milk room.
Noon milking differed from evening in one way, as mares had feeding tubes inserted down their throats while their breasts and pussies were being so heartily stimulated. Allison came out of the milking room much the same way as last night, feeling like she was sexually sated forever. God, milked like this twice a day, what more could a mare, or a women, ask for?
Back to the show ring, for more trotting, knees high and as fast as she thought possible. Dan pushed her, demanding more after milking than he had before. I guess, if it spares me three dozen cane strokes from Sam, this is worth it.
Midway through the afternoon, Brianna began to trot beside Allison, so Dan could see how close Allison was to matching her speed. “Lower your knee heights, 6828, and concentrate on speed. You're very close to 6490."
Flushed with pride that she was getting somewhere, and pleasing Dan, Allison obeyed, dropping her exaggerated step enough to edge out in front of Brianna. “Crack” Dan's crop hit her smack in her sore bottom. “Don't pass her, that's just as bad as being behind. Either way, you both take a header like this morning. Think match, 6828, you want to look over and see her right beside you, touching your hip."
Allison slowed, and concentrated on Brianna, staying as close as possible. To her inexperienced eye, they looked like they were matching perfectly, but Dan thought differently.
"To far away, and your pressing forward with your chest. Look at her, she's not pressing. The slightest thing can throw you two off balance, and you'll hit the sand.” To accentuate his comment on her chest, Dan cropped her right breast. Once, twice, three times until she pulled back, tears in her eyes.
Allison stopped, falling down in the sand, and whinnying in utter frustration. Through her bit came parts of words. “I ant an oo ard."
Dan was on her in an instant, cropping furiously and no longer missing her still angry-looking bottom. “Get up, get up, 6828, there is no too hard at Laughlin Farm."
Allison got to her feet, her sweaty body covered with sticking sand, and Dan grabbed her lead, giving her a brutal jerk toward the exit. “Follow, 6490."
The possession walked all the way down the stables, up the stairway to the equine barn, and out a barn door Allison had never seen before. Dan leading Allison, with Brianna compliantly following, they walked through a sparse forest, and Allison noticed there was some sort of netting over the tops of the trees. The trees were far enough apart to allow for some of the large wagons Allison saw to pass easily between them.
Suddenly, Dan stopped jerking Allison's nipples as he did. “This is Laughlin forest, specially planted and covered so it looks like dense forest from the air. Draft mares practice and work here, but there's something I want you to see, 6828.” Grabbing Allison's bit, Dan turned her head and held it there by her hair. “Look over there, at the large wagon being pulled by six mares."
Allison saw the bizarre sight, six naked women, all muscular beyond what most women would be, straining to pull a massive wooden wagon.
"Front one on the left, look closely. Take in all the details."
Allison did, a middle-aged mare, she had seen few mares that were not in their twenties, with unkempt hair and huge, saggy, breasts. The look in the woman's eyes was of profound sadness. Somehow all the happiness has left her life, and she knows it will never return.
"5843, she originally came here eighteen years ago at 22, a promising mare. However, she gave up, too hard were her words, and her Master rejected her return six times, before he signed her over permanently to us. The same lack of drive or desire made it impossible to sell her, and now she just turned 40. Every day, she pulls that wagon around the track, hour after hour, showing the new mares how it's done. After eighteen years it's all she's good at. She'll be here the rest of her life, pulling that damn wagon, until she drops dead. Do you want that, 6828, or do you want Nick to arrive at the end of this month, see you in your mare glory, see your training, and take you home. It's your call."
Allison turned and looked at Brianna, who nodded her head in agreement with Dan's story. She looked again at 5843, and cold panic broke over her. No, that won't be me. I'm going home with Nick in 22 days. Everyday, this place surprises me, teaches me a cold, hard fact. How many more will I have to learn?
Allison stared at Dan, realizing for the first time he wanted her to succeed. Yes, he's tough on me, but that's his job, he's supposed to train me as a human mare whether I want to be or not. Yet he wouldn't have taken us up here and showed me that mare, if he wasn't worried I might not succeed. This whole thing may be insane, or it may not be, I'm not sure yet, but like anything else, you can excel at it and go places, or you can be overwhelmed and not. I have to do better, make him proud of me, like I want Nick to be.
A light jerk on her lead interrupted Allison's thoughts, and she and Brianna were led to a much smaller cart than the six mares had been pulling. Allison looked at all the rigging in front of the cart, two padded blocks of wood attached to the crosspiece of the carts tongue, a belt attached to each block, and two metal rods extending down and slightly in from the blocks. It all looks like it could be used for real horses, except for those.
The ‘those’ Allison referred to were two thick black rubber dildo jutting up and in off the metal rod. They made it clear to Allison that she and Brianna would be pulling this cart, and be filled sexually while they did so.
"Watch 6828 so you know what to expect and do.” Dan commanded as Brianna stepped up next to one of the wooden blocks. He lifted the cart tongue and braced it against a tree to make the block stay at the level of Brianna's belly. Next he lifted her up placing her belly on the padded block. This action impaled Brianna's pussy on the higher dildo, while the lower on was jammed against, but not inside, her anus.
"Relax, 6490, you know you want it deep in your bum.” Dan slapped Brianna's bottom and used his hand to ease the anal dildo deep inside the rectum. “Give me a whinny that you're full."
Brianna responded with a high spirited whinny indicating her sexual enjoyment, and Dan slipped the belt around her back, tightening it to bind her belly to the padded block. His last action was to bring Brianna's lead back over her shoulder and clip the end of it to the left side cart reins.
Now Allison could see that Dan could easily control them from the cart with a quick jerk of reins. He can make us do anything, pull harder, turn, slow down or speed up, anything real mares would do.
"Ready for your first draft pull?” Dan didn't wait for an answer, as he pushed Allison to the proper position, lifting her slightly and letting her down to full impalement on both dildos.
"Ohhh, oooo ig, ooo ig. A quick jerk of Allison's lead brought her protests over the size of the anal dildo to an end. Christ, it feels like I'm split in two, with a log up my butt.
"You're noticing the size of the anal dildo, the same as the vaginal one. They are bigger now than they used to be, you see one thing five year mares get to do is fill out a survey, about their likes and dislikes about the farm. Well, after five years their very well-trained, and so there are never many dislikes, but until two years ago, more than fifty percent of them were noting the anal dildos were too small. Of course Owen jumped on it, as we had been spending extra money on smaller anal-sized dildos, but he discontinued that, and now we only buy one standard size. I guess you could say, as far as mares are concerned, one size fits all, with a bit of a stretch.” Dan slapped Allison's already sore bottom. “You'll get used to it, 6828, before you know it. Now, look straight ahead, concentrate on the path, and when you feel the reins jerk, pull, like your life depended on it. Did I mention you mares don't get milked until we complete the course three times? Those breast are probably heavy already, imagine them at a full run."
Dan retreated behind the cart, and stripped off his shirt, lifting several four-foot cut logs into the cart like they were toothpicks. With the logs loaded, he climbed into the driver's seat of the cart, and paused to admire to twin female bottoms arrayed before his eyes.
Dan was not the only one admiring things, as Allison had craned her neck to watch him handle the logs with such masculine ease. Jeez, why does he have to be so dreamy? With his cut, muscular look, sandy hair, and those dreamy grey eyes, I might want him to be my owner. What's a horny mare to do? I wish I had paid more attention when he took me this morning, he'll probably take Bri tomorrow because I barely noticed.
There came a sharp jerk on her breasts and pussy, and Allison abandoned all thoughts of dreamy trainers to push hard with her hips against the crosspiece. A quick look at Brianna told her this was no game, as her stable mate was leaning forward, as far as she could, to press all her body weight against the padded block.
Brianna grunted, and let out a low neigh, and then when the cart started to move ever so slowly, she let out a triumphant whinny. Allison joined in, also happy the cart had actually moved, but both mares felt another sharp jerk, and a spoken command which told them their trainer was not yet pleased. “Ho, mares pull."
Brianna whinnied again, but Allison did not join in this time. Between him and those logs there must be 400 pounds in that cart and I doubt either of us weighs more than 125 soaking wet. How fast does he think we can go? Allison got her answer instantly, as Dan picked up a long, thin stick with a singletail on the end, and gave her bottom more marks, with a practiced ease.
"Put your back into it, 6828, you're not matching 6490's effort."
Groaning from the agony in her bottom, Allison resolved not to make Dan angrier than he was. She threw her breasts, heavy with milk, over the crossbar like Bri was, and drove hard with her shapely legs. I'm a city girl. I've ridden horses, but my legs are used to walking through malls, and looking good in shorts. That's what they do, not pull 400 pound carts.
Looking across at Bri, Allison simply could not believe the intense effort her friend was giving. Bri's naked body was already glistening with sweat, and the perspiration dripped from her swollen orbs in droplets big enough for Allison to see. Her teeth were gritting the bit, and her face, normally soft, small-featured, and tanned, was contorted into a mask of ultimate effort. I don't see where she's coming from at all. Her family owns this place, so certainly she could walk away living a normal life, but instead, she gives every ounce of effort she has. I don't even know if she has anyone to impress, like I have Nick. I hope we are allowed to talk again tonight, as I need to find out what makes her tick.
The combined efforts of the two beautiful mares had brought them to jogging speed, and now moving, the cart had become easier to pull. Certainly this must be sufficient speed for Dan, any faster and one of us might trip, and be run over by the cart. They approached a sharp, left turn, and Dan snapped a few light strokes of the whip on Bri's ass.
"Left lead, 6490, you have the turn. Slow pace and follow, 6828.” Brianna's legs went into overdrive, pumping like pistons, as she moved left to make the required turn. Allison felt the crosspiece and her belly being moved, and realized something she had not understood before. She's so much stronger than me. She doesn't appear to be, but how could she not be if she's been doing this for six years like she says. She must have rock hard man muscles under her pretty exterior, but my guess is, if your do this draft thing too much, you begin to look like that older mare he showed me. I have to learn the show routines, because I won't let myself look like that, ever.
The cart made it around the corner, and Allison saw a long straight path in front of them, and then a right turn. Oh no, my first turn, I have to do it well.
Unfortunately, Allison did not have a chance to plot her turn strategy, as she felt stinging strokes of the singletail, on her abused bottom.
"Pick it up, 6828, a full run on the straightaway."
He's not serious, our tits will fall off. Mine are jiggling and pulling at a jog. A few harder cracks on her thighs convinced Allison of Dan's sincerity, and she powered her legs, driving and running as fast as she ever had, but as it turned out, it was not enough. After Allison had run flat out, as fast as she knew she could manage for about thirty seconds, Dan brought her down to base reality.
"A decent effort for your first pull, 6828, but your not mare-conditioned. You still run like a human female, one who's not used to running much. I'll give you a week to get in mare shape, and then I'll stripe your pretty bottom if you can't run like a Thoroughbred."
Her chest heaving for breath and her legs burning at the vigorous exercise, Allison knew Dan was right about one thing. I am out of shape. I should never have stopped riding, and the jogging I used to do in college. Yet I'm not sure I want to be as mare conditioned as he wants me to be. I don't want to be draft pulling everyday.
A light tug on the reins marked another command by Dan. “Whoa, ease up. Slow to a trot for the turn."
The turn, I almost forgot, my turn. Looking ahead at the now much closer turn, Allison assessed it. It's even sharper than the left Bri had. I wonder how I should handle it. I guess just do as she did.
"Right lead, 6828, you have the turn. 6490 ease her through it."
Allison bore right, churning her legs in maximum effort, her face a mask of determination. However, there was little need, as she felt the crosspiece move her hips right, and she shot a glance at Bri, who smiled at her. Here I am getting all crazy about this and she's taking me through it on autopilot. Oh. My god, no, I'll never make it.
* * * *
Allison and Brianna, two lovely young women, were bent over the wooden water trough at the waist, their leads attached to the hitching rail that ran over the trough. Both faces were wet, as they slurped in water as if it were life itself. Both mares were spent, after three times over the man-made hill on the back side of the cart path. Exhausted to the point of dropping, Allison tried to collect her thoughts. That fucking hill is evil, cursed by me like Sam's cane. This mare is making maximum effort tomorrow to please Dan in the show ring. I want as little of this as possible.
A slap on her bottom yielded a plaintive neigh before Dan drowned it out with his hearty, if painful, congratulations. “All in all a fine first draft pull for 6828. You both get an extra ten minutes in the milking room, and I think this trainer may forget to refasten bits tonight after feeding. Of course I'll have to count on 6490 not to remind me.” A soft, almost sexy nicker came from Brianna, and Allison could not help but think it was a thank you for them both. I haven't yet mastered this equine language she has such a grasp on, but I'm happy abo
ut the extra milking, who wouldn't be. I'm also happy because I think she desires to talk with me, not just me asking questions.
Their thirst sated, the mares were lead back into the barn, past the equine occupants of the ground level, and down the stairway to the room they all looked forward to after a long hard day of training. I know I'm on the Progesterone X, but I find it amusing that I've never worked half as hard as I did today in my regular job, and I'd come home feeling tired. Many times I said no to Nick when he wanted sex, claiming I was too exhausted, but right now, I can't wait to be fucked and milked for over an hour. Was I really too tired back then, or just bored?
Her question to herself became moot and forgotten when she heard the twin clicks of the milking machine and the dildos turning on.
* * * *
"Bri, I thought I was going to die on that hill the third time we went up. Has anyone you've ever pulled with collapsed on it?” Allison slowly ground her holes on the dildos in their stall. She was horny again, even though it was the wee hours of the morning.
"No, they have all made it, yet I must admit some looked more exhausted than you did today. In Owens's office, there's a topographical map of the whole farm, and nearly every feature of land is named. Guess what that hill is called?” Bri waited, as she could tell by the rapidly squishing noises that Allison was close to her orgasm.
When it came, Allison quivered and bucked in her stocks like a real mare might do when taken by a hung stallion. Allison sounded out her climax to her sister mares with a screaming whinny, and paused for a few quick breaths before she spoke to Bri. “I'm sorry, Bri, what was the question, that was a fantastic one."
"The hill, it has a name on the map in Owens's office. What do you think it is called?"
Dead Mare's Hill is probably what it should be named, but should I say that?
Unable to think of anything less fatalistic, Allison went with her first thought,
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