"Dead Mare's Hill.” She closed her eyes hoping it wasn't really going to be the name.
"Close, but no, it's Mare's Hell Hill, which doesn't seem much better. Oh, I'm ready again, time to get myself off."
Allison heard Bri begin to stab her holes, starting the endless cycle of sexual gratification they were now prisoners of. I'm going to ask her now, while she's distracted, that way if she's mad at me for asking, she'll have to deal with it in the afterglow of her climax.
"I'm sorry, Bri, but it's killing me and I have to ask. How old are you, and I have to know why you're here, seeing that you're a Laughlin?"
There was a pregnant pause, as Bri was into her rutting now, not close to coming, but definitely in the grip of sexual need. She sighed, and spoke softly as if ashamed of her answer. “I like you, Allison, so I'm not going to keep the truth from ohhh ... you like I have my former stall mates. I turned 21, three weeks ago, and as I said last night, I've been a mare, voluntarily, for six years. Ooohhhh, yes, coming."
Allison waited in shocked silence as Brianna had her orgasm, a powerful one like hers had been. Fifteen, she took this life by her own will at fifteen. No high school, boys, college, or wild parties, just this life of a mare. What could make a young girl do that?
"Why would you make such a decision at fifteen, Bri? It's so young, and there's so much of life beyond this to experience.” I have to know why and whether or not she regrets it.
"You don't understand yet, but perhaps you will, with time. You see, I grew up on this farm, and my mother was a mare for eighteen years, until she couldn't do it any more due to physical considerations. Allison, she gave birth to me in a stall, not in a hospital, or the farmhouse, in a stall. I was destined to be a mare. There were three siblings, me, Owen and my younger sister Wendy. It was clear to us girls from a very early age that one of us would continue the family tradition and become a mare, but through our early years, the question was who.” Brianna's voice seemed to tremble a little, as if she was either remembering a time when things might have gone differently, or she was scared to remember before she was a mare.
Something hard to take here, deep inside this story, can't tell yet what, but she doesn't want to tell it, and never has.
"Owen and I became close, and he wanted me to leave the mare duties to Wendy, which I suppose, since I was the eldest daughter, I could have done, but...” Now Brianna's voice trailed off and died.
She's close to the part she's ashamed of. I must get her to say it, for her sake as well as my curiosity. “Did Wendy not want to stay, to be a mare?"
"No, I think she was resigned to it, as Owen kept telling her she would be trained someday, but I struggled in school and with relationships with other girls. I seemed to think of the farm and the mares all the time, and before long I knew I wanted to be one. By contrast, Wendy was an exceptional student, and was gifted musically, so it seemed she was better suited for the world outside the farm."
This seemed so easy to see, Bri had stepped aside from life to do what she wanted and allowed her younger sister to have a rich, talented life outside the farm. It fit, except for the shame I was sensing from her. That part didn't fit. “So you stayed and became a mare to give Wendy the chance she seemed better suited to, while exploring what you were intrigued by. It sounds pretty loving and noble to me. Does Wendy know she has such a caring big sister?"
The look on Brianna's face was half terror, half relief, like someone presented for the first time in years with the opportunity to let loose a shameful secret. “Wendy knows I love her, and she loves me, but as far as noble, let me tell you the whole story before you judge. We had until both Wendy and I were eighteen to decide between us, and since she was over a year younger, I would have been nineteen before I became a mare, so why did I push it and commit myself to it at fifteen. The answer is simple, but shameful, I said Owen and I were close, well that was polite, we were too close, lovers, and at fifteen, I was pregnant with his child.” Brianna stopped to let Allison take it all in, and now it was Allison who had the shell-shocked look.
Oh, dear God, the poor thing, I never suspected, but it all fits, how Owen admires her mare qualities, and speaks highly of her. He loves his sister.
"Even at fifteen, I knew I couldn't have the child, so I ran away one night, stole six hundred dollars from the safe in the farmhouse, and got an abortion. I thought about not returning, but the thought of Wendy losing her chance, and how much I really didn't want to be in that world brought me home. Owen had confessed to stealing the money, and had gotten a good strapping for it, but I think father always knew I took it and why, but no questions were ever asked at my return. It's funny, because I wish they had been. I wish I been forced to confess the whole thing rather than hold it inside until now. I can't tell you how good it feels that you have allowed me to speak it, like and old wound finally healing. I love you, Ally. You're the best stall mate this mare has ever had.” Brianna's face showed contentment, but Allison had one more question.
"But what about school, the authorities, you weren't even sixteen, didn't they question you dropping out?"
"There were inquiries, but father registered me at an exclusive boarding school on the west coast, and apparently when the school authorities called to inquire, they confirmed my presence there. They sent a woman to the farm to check for me, but I was down here, so she never found me. After all, in northern Maine a lot of kids are home-schooled anyways."
So she became a mare, but how did she deal with this experience at fifteen, I was on the ropes at twenty-seven. I simply can't imagine fifteen. “Bri, however did you deal at fifteen, the sex, milking, training, and the punishment? I just can't imagine."
"That's good, because neither could I, it all seemed so bizarre, but with Gordon's help, I grew to love it. Gordon used to say I was the most trainable mare he'd ever encountered, and he had worked at the farm for 39 years. He trained my grandmother's sister. He was an older man, of course, but kind and knowledgeable about training. If you were punished by Gordon, he had tried every other way first, so you deserved what you got, and girl, did you get. When Gordon thought a mare needed discipline and punishment, he wasn't half-hearted about it, but to me he was a shining light, leading the way to my goal. He retired a few years ago and they hired Dan to replace him.” Brianna whispered in the darkened stall to Allison, as if Dan were right outside the door listening. “Dan's handsome and a good trainer, but I'll never feel about him the way I feel about Gordon. A mare never forgets her first firm hand."
For Allison the floodgates let loose, and she wanted to hear all about Gordon and how he might have differed from Dan. So, different trainer, different experience, seems to be the way of things, but I like Dan, especially when he's deep inside me. If he takes me this morning, I'm going to let him know from my whinnies how much I enjoy his thrusts. “So, did Gordon use you from the beginning?"
A look of disappointment crossed Brianna's face giving Allison half her answer. “No, but I wanted him to. I was only taken by milking dildo's and my tail plug until I was eighteen, and then much to my delight, the whole staff used me."
"Owen, too.” I feel crappy asking but I need to know how she feels about her brother now, six years removed from the crucible.
"No, Owen doesn't use me anymore. I don't know why. We've only talked a few times since I became a mare, and it always seemed strained or forced, like he is embarrassed."
"He speaks of you with reverence, like you were the best mare ever. Does he still love you?"
"I do care about him, but it's not love. Someone else has my attention.” Brianna went silent with a sly smile.
"You have to tell me, Bri, or I'll get us both caned, and you know I'm just crazy enough to do it. Don't you dare leave me hanging?"
"Well, it's that hunky, innocent, man-child, Jimmy. He turns me on so bad, I know he's young and inexperienced as a trainer, but I think that's part of the turn-on. I'm an experienced mare now, I know what's expected and can execute
on a dime, but for some reason I'm insanely aroused by a young trainer, close to my age, who will make his mistakes all over my body. Oh, my god, I've got to do it again, see what you've started."
Allison didn't regret hearing the now familiar squishing noise of Bri's engorged orifices being fucked deep. Yes, Bri, a good idea, I think I'll join you.
Minutes later, a dual screaming whinny resounded through all corners of the lower barn, as the two mares climaxed in unison.
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As it turned out, four hours later it was Brianna that Dan chose to stuff his manhood into that morning, and Allison was sorely disappointed at her stall-mate's good fortune. Yet her spirits brightened when she had no falls at morning turn out. Although her form was criticized severely by Owen, Sam, and even young Jimmy, she received no punishment. Apparently form matters were left to a mare's trainer to resolve in whatever manner he wished, but Dan had been incensed by the criticism of his mare.
Dan's solution became obvious to the mares mere minutes after turnout ended. They would be worked, harnessed together as a team all day. Dan drove them, through trotting and prancing exercises in the hot sun of the outside training ring. They saw all the other teams come and go, working for an hour or so and then being returned to relative coolness of the lower barn. They left only for milking, and even that was over an hour late, and was cut to a minimum twenty minutes rather than the full hour.
After milking, Dan got even more zealous, bringing out a cane and lashing the whippy stick across Allison's bottom or thighs whenever she got the slightest bit out of step with Brianna.
"You're going to hate me, 6828, but I'll make a show mare out of you by the end of the month, and then you can be grateful, when Nick takes you home."
Damn, he means that. He's on board with what I want, and he's willing to drive me like no one ever has. No, Dan, I won't hate you. In fact, I think something is happening here.
Allison's mind went to a place it had not been yet, and her reaction was so strong she almost blanked her mind to attempt not to think about what had entered it. No, think about sex, milking, Bri, my footwork, anything but that.
Brianna noticed her stable-mate seemed bothered, and she cast a glance at Dan with an unspoken plea.
"Ease up, mares. Stand still while I remove your bits, then head for the trough for a ten minute watering break.” He undid their bits, and let the still harnessed mares walk exhaustedly to the water trough.
Plunging their whole heads unto the water, the mares felt somewhat refreshed as they sucked up water to quench their thirst. “You know, Bri, the whole Jimmy thing isn't really weird at all.” Allison whispered. “You never got to have a first love with a boy your own age, and you're in need of that now. It begs the question, can a well-fucked mare who orgasms several times a day still be excited by a first kiss?"
"I guess she can, but I'm more interested in what's up with you. Something just hit you like a cane out there and I think I know what it is."
Allison looked into Bri's eyes but couldn't believe she actually knew. She's bluffing, if I just say everything's fine she won't bring it up. She can't bring it up because she doesn't know. “It's nothing. Bri, what Dan said about hating him, it just struck me strange, NBD.” She can't know. She simply can't.
"No big deal, my ass. It's trainer love, and you've got it bad, Allison James. Don't you think I see, and don't you think I had it for Gordon? Every mare gets first trainer love, it's just a matter of degree and how you work through it. Do you think as a natural submissive your not going to fall in love with a handsome, cut guy who fucks you regularly, leads you about on a chain lead, plugs your anus with a tail, and drives you hard in training. If you didn't fall in some kind of love with him you would be the sole exception."
Oh God, she knows. How did I ever think I could fool her? “What should I do, Bri?” Allison's eyes betrayed true confusion and fear to her raven-haired stable-mate. If I love Dan, does that mean I no longer love Nick? Does it mean I'm going to stay here forever? Frightened that both possibilities were somehow true, Allison needed Bri's wisdom in the worse way.
"First of all, remember why you forgave Nick for leaving you here, and why he left you here. If you still feel those things deeply, you still love Nick, but he's not here and Dan is, so you're giving feelings you want to give to Nick to Dan. Simply because Dan is helping you get back to Nick. Trainer's train, owner's own, and lover's love, and Nick will be an owner and a lover to you, while Dan is but your man of this moment, instilling in you the training needed to be the lover Nick desires you to be. Don't love Dan for doing his job, and don't lose your love for Nick because he couldn't do Dan's job."
The words sounded good, logical and comforting, to Allison, and she felt relieved. She's right, I am just replacing Nick with Dan because he's physically here and he's pushing to get me back to Nick. Dan's going to do a wonderful job as my trainer, but I'm going to show at the end of the month, make Nick crazy for me, and go home with my owner. Had Allison's arms not been in her arm-binder, she would have hugged Brianna, but as they were, she simply edged over, breast to breast with her fellow mare and kissed her.
Brianna not only let the kiss happen, she gave Allison tongue, making her feel like Brianna wanted so mare loving. I hadn't really thought about having sex with her, because our needs are so fulfilled almost all the time.
"Okay, mares, time to get back to work. 6828 needs plenty of it.” Allison and Brianna got to their feet, and moved in unison back to their trainer. Dan bitted them again, and after he fitted Allison he let his fingers roam down her belly into her shaved slit. Pushing deep into her wetness, he frigged her fast, making Allison gasp at the sudden pleasure. Dan kept up his finger fuck, savage and flailing, while Brianna watched enviously, and Allison eventually succumbed to a massive orgasm which left her on her knees. “A reward, 6828, as you are doing well, but don't forget there is much more work to come, and many more rewards."
In a flash, Brianna comforting words were gone, and Allison found herself deep in her trainer love. Brianna may know this is trainer love, and I may want to believe it is, but does he know, or does he want me for his mare.
Twenty-six of the thirty days Allison had been waiting to see pass had gone now, and soon she would perform with Bri in the show ring in front of an audience. In amongst those people, in the front row of the Laughlin box would be Nick and her heart was pounding with the anticipation and excitement of seeing him again. I will make him proud with my trot as well as my obedience, and things will be as they were before, but better for this experience.
Owen arrived to watch practice the next morning, but soon he called Dan away from the ring leaving Sam the only trainer in the practice ring. Allison had no idea how Sam had known Owen and Dan would be gone quite awhile, but he did, and he took full advantage of the situation as she had worried from the first day he would.
Paying no attention to his own mares, he moved quickly to Allison and Brianna, tying off their leads to a fence rail, and then bending them over the rail and tying their wrists to the bottom rail. Now bent over the fence, their pussies and bottoms lewdly exposed, all seven mares in the ring knew what Sam was up to. However, they were trained and leashed mares, and he was a cruel trainer, so what could they do?
"Fucking rubber, I'll show that Nick his precious bitch can be spermed by anyone, and fucking a Laughlin pussy is just a bonus.” With those words, Sam dropped his zipper and took out his cock, rubbing it up and down over Bri's crack. As she was a mare, she was copiously wet in anticipation of sex, but Brianna Laughlin, the most experienced mare present had the intelligence to think of the one defense the mares had.
Before Sam could get himself hard, Brianna began to whinny like never before, and Allison realized what the high-pitched whinny was meant to do. She's calling for help, hoping for Owen or Dan to hear the urgent whinnies. Allison's joining in provoke one of the mares watching to chime in, and before long seven mares were whinnying their heads off.
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nbsp; "Shut up, bitches.” Sam cried out as he took a crop from his belt and began attacking Allison's bare back and bum. Yet Allison kept up her whinnies with the other, even though now they were minced with plaintive yelps of agony.
Despite the mare's efforts, Owen and Dan did not reappear, and Sam got himself erect and plunged inside Brianna's slick slit, fucking her furiously as he continued to occasionally punish Allison's backside. “Don't worry, 6490, I'm saving my load for the special one, so you won't get any, but my right is my strong arm, so beware your ass when I get inside 6828.” As promised, Sam switched, driving his wet shaft deep in Allison's pussy, with a ferocity that made her scream through her bit. Taking up a more natural cadence with his right arm, Sam lashed Brianna's bottom in an effort to make it more red and sore than Allison's was already.
With his left hand, Sam now slashed at Allison's left flank, calling out in a vindictive voice. “Come on Nick bitch, aren't you up to a good ride. Doesn't your high and mighty Master give you this at home? I guess not, that must be why you're here, so you can get to feel a real man ride you."
Sam was rutting, slamming into Allison's tight hole with all the power he could summon, to take out his frustrations about his failing work, and diminishing status, on a helpless mare.
"Ahhhh, mmmmm cmmmming.” Pushing the garbled words through her bit, Allison knew they would enrage Sam, for he cared nothing about their climaxes, only his own. As she had hoped, Sam wanted to teach her a lesson and he redirected his crop strokes to her. Knowing she could further frustrate him, she continued to moan as if the crop was giving her pleasure, and an angry Sam grabbed her by the hips.
Sam drove deep inside, extending her orgasm, and his slapping blows to her bottom only fed her pleasure accelerating it to new highs. His face took on a mask of frustration and both mares could see that this was not turning out as their attacker had desired.
In an effort to show they had not been hurt, and were in fact enjoying Sam's attentions, both mares began to whinny low and pleasurably soft through their bits, and the chorus was taken up by the watching mares.
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