Sam grunted, to his own orgasm, spewing sperm inside Allison. I need not worry, Owen ordered Doc to put me on the contraceptive, despite Nick's conditions. Perhaps he knew he had a trainer here could not trust.
Pulling out, Sam began to use his crop in earnest slashing brutally at both naked female bums, but after a few moments of this, he paused, as if remembering that his fellow trainers could return soon. Immediately, he started to undertake efforts to cover up his activities. Pulling back Allison's head by her blond locks, Sam spoke angrily to her. “Going to do you every chance I get from now on, so if your high and mighty boyfriend doesn't take you home tomorrow, you'll be leaking a lot of my sperm. In fact, I'll probably stop by your stall in the wee hours tonight, to keep your bottoms nice and red.” He laughed, but Allison simply whinnied happily, nodding her head like she wished to see him later.
Frowning, he slapped Allison across the face and began to busy himself untying their wrists. Next he ran to get a clean tack cloth and whipped away any telltale wetness or semen from their pussies. He left them standing, their bottoms crop-marked and red, still tied by their leads to the fence rail.
Nearly another twenty minutes passed before Owen and Dan returned to the practice ring, and Sam was diligently at work trotting two of his mares out, while Allison and Brianna looked sullenly at the ground beside the fence. Immediately, Dan noticed his charge's punished bottoms as he released their leads, and he inquired. “What went on here, Sam? My mares have taken a beating, a substantial one.” Owen lifted an eyebrow now, noticing the marks on his sister.
"Oh, them, well Owens’ been on me about better training, so I took those two to make a foursome trotting, as I figured mine could benefit from 6490's experience. They were terrible, screwing up my mare's cadence, I don't know why. So I tanned their hides with my crop, and left them to sit and think about their poor performance. I may have gotten a bit carried away by 6828's attitude, but farm rules, punishment is at the discretion of the trainer, and you two did leave me in charge.” Sam's voice had remained level, his eyes glued on Dan's, as he recited his lie, proof that if nothing else he was a practiced liar.
Dan took stock. Unsure if he had grounds to pursue the matter further, he wasn't sure if he could get angry at another trainer disciplining his mares after he had left them. He should thank Sam for the help, but he did not trust him. Looking around, Dan saw that as Sam had spoken, all seven of the mares in the ring had lifted their heads, and were now staring at Sam with evil, harsh glares. If it had been only Allison and Brianna staring, he might have assumed they were bitter about their disciplining, but why would the other five, including Sam's mares be looking so angrily at him, unless his story wasn't true.
"Any mare in the ring, whinny if you don't agree with what Sam just said. I'll come to you and take off your bit so you can tell your version."
Owen immediately understood Dan's suspicions, and added. “And I'll guarantee no reprisals against any mare that speaks."
All seven mares whinnied loudly, but in a split second after their cries died down, their testimony was rendered moot.
"You don't need them, I saw most of it.” The whole assemblage wheeled around to the source of the disembodied voice, who stepped out from behind a retaining wall between the practice ring and the high-walled show ring. Jimmy, with his curly brown locks looking older, more experienced than when Allison had first seen his youthful face, stepped forward purposefully. “There was no fault on their part, he abandoned his mares as soon as you two left, and tied them both over the fence rail. Then he had his way with them, fucking and cropping their bottoms with abandon, insulting Nick as he did it."
Sam stepped forward, crop in hand. “What did I tell you, boy? What was I going to do if you ever crossed me?"
Jimmy looked at the fool with the crop, and realized it was time to face up to his fears. “You said you'd thrash me like a mare, and make my bottom red, but you'll do no such thing, cause I'm not afraid of you anymore, you're just a stupid bully."
"Yes, and finally you're an unemployed, stupid bully. Dan, go with him and see that he packs his things, you're be off the property in one hour, Sam. I'll write out a check for the total amount of your account which will be in your hand when you leave, but you'll get no reference from me.
"Sam turned from Jimmy to face Owen and Dan. “The hell you'll fire me, your bastards!"
Lunging at Owen, Sam began to crop the farm manager as fiercely as he had the two mares. Dan grabbed him and tried to pull him off, but Sam was a Wildman running on hate and adrenaline. Finally after much struggle, and some angry red marks on Owens’ face and neck, Dan managed to pull Sam off and then the completely unexpected happened.
Vaulting into the fray, Brianna executed a perfect leg kick, smashing her foot into Sam's balls. More effective than anything Dan had done to subdue the psycho trainer, Brianna's blow sent Sam crumpling to the floor in screaming agony.
Everyone in the ring simply stared at Bri, as she picked herself up of the ground where the full energy kick had left her. Then Owen, Dan, and Jimmy broke into applause, and the other six mares whinnied their hearts out.
"Should I take him to his quarters and help him pack, Owen?” Dan asked assuming Sam was still fired.
"No, get some rope and truss him up tight. Then you and Jimmy carry him to the prep room. I'll let Doc know what's to be done."
Allison had moved to Bri's side, and was nuzzling into Bri's breast when she heard Owens’ dire proclamation. The prep room. Why that means they're going to. Oh, my God, it couldn't happen to a more deserving person.
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Chapter 4
Dan sent Jimmy to the barn for some heavy hanks of rope, while he restrained the still groaning Sam. “You fucker, what are you going to do? You can't let that madman play with me, please."
Owen paused, looking down on the pathetic trainer. “Fucker, Sam, me, no you're going to be the fucker, something harmless for our mares to play with I think."
Although not completely sure what the farm manager had in mind, the mares whinnied their approval of Owens’ thought. Ignoring Sam's moans, Owen went to Allison and Brianna and removed their bits. “Are either of you hurt seriously?"
Brianna spoke first. “No, Owen, but if it hadn't been for Allison distracting him and taking the brunt of the punishment I think I might have been. She deliberately annoyed him, taking his rage upon her. A brave mare cousin Nick has."
Allison noticed that although Bri was talking to her brother, she kept looking beyond him at Jimmy. “It was nothing, Master Owen, to be perfectly honest, I've come to be fired by pain, in a sexual way, so my climax was ... well let's say worth my efforts. Bri, wherever did you learn to do such a kick as that?"
Owen added. “Yes, sister, where did that bold move come from?"
"I'm surprised you don't know, O, as you watched all those endless Bruce Lee movies when we were kids. You know the Green whatever he was with his kung-fu sidekick. I was watching too, and I'm a very coordinated mare."
Touching breasts now, as in arm-binders mares cannot hug, Allison took full advantage of her time without her bit, as she pressed forward and kissed her stablemate passionately. Owen watched and smiled, commenting. “Indeed you are, Bri, indeed you are."
After the kiss ended, Jimmy and Dan carried the now vigorously protesting Sam away to the prep room. “No, please Owen, I'm sorry."
"Indeed you are, Sam, but you'll be sorrier later.” Owen bitted the two stablemates and began to lead all the mares back to their stalls. He needed to see Doc of course, but there was something else on his mind. What was Jimmy doing hiding near the practice ring, when none of his mares were training. I shall have to ask him.
When he met Jimmy returning from the prep room, the young trainer looked at Owen sheepishly, as if he did not wish to say why. “W ... well, please don't be mad, Mr. L, but I got to thinking with Dan away, I might be able to work with a this certain mare I've been interested in tra
ining. I wanted to check her form, see if she's as good as they say."
Owen understood, and he smiled. “You'll find 6490 is every bit as good as they say, in all ways. After I bring in a new trainer, I'll consider carefully assigning her to you, if you would like."
With the biggest smile Owen had ever seen on him, Jimmy replied enthusiastically. “Yes, Mr. L, I would."
* * * *
No one saw Sam for 24 hours, and the farm ran wild with skepticism about what had happen to him, but Owen remained mum to his trainer's questions. On the evening of the next day, Owen gathered Dan, Jimmy, Brianna, and Allison bringing them all to just outside the closed prep room door. “What you're going to see is not the first time this has been done on Laughlin Farm, but thanks to Doc's incredible skill, it is the most unique gelding the farm has ever seen."
Gelding, oh geez, it seems Sam has lost his family jewels. Allison stifled a giggle, as she and Bri had been allowed to go bit-less, on their promise they would only speak if asked to.
Owen opened the door to the prep room, and announced the newest arrival to the stables. “Gentlemen and mares, meet our gelding, Sam, number 6829. Moving through the door, they all gasped in shock at Sam's unconscious form strapped tightly to a tilted up exam table.
Allison's eyes roamed all over Sam's altered body, taking in the amazing details of Doc's work. First of all, Sam's scrotum and balls were gone, but amazingly his eight inch cock stood proudly up in a robust full erection, bigger it seemed to Allison than when he had rutted in her pussy.
Sam's erection was tilted upwards, and there was a reason for this, as a three inch long shiny silver chastity ring had been snapped to Sam's shaft, just below the head. The ring was tight to the shaft, squeezing the erect flesh and looking quite painful to Allison. A tiny, silver chain rose upward from the chastity ring and Allison's eyes followed it to where it attached to the front ring of the tight leather collar Sam now wore. His cock is now attached to his collar pulling it upwards, and it looks to be rather agonizing. Well, no one deserves this more than Sam.
Unbelievable, he has breasts, almost as big as mine. Allison's attentions went to Sam's chest which had been carefully rendered hairless, as was the rest of his body. Permanently, I wonder. Seeing large very feminine breasts, Allison had to suppress the urge to reach out and touch them to be certain they were real.
Owen must have sensed her desire, and he spoke softly to her. “Go ahead, 6828, no one better than a mare to test if they feel real."
Reaching out in disbelief, Allison touched, finding the mammary glands as soft and filled with milk as her own. Like her own, the nipples were ringed and chained, but unlike her soft pillows, the chain ran perpendicular to the cock-collar connection and pulled the breast together in what appeared to be a torturous manner.
Dan piped in, obviously amazed and perhaps intimidated by what had happen to his fellow trainer. “He's a mare, for all intent and purposes. Doc, how did you?"
Owen added. “In particular, Doc, how is his cock so hard and erect with no balls."
Brianna nickered, indicating she too was interested in the answer to that question, and Allison wondered about it too.
Doc was beaming, as if he had had the time of his life changing Sam. “Got to test out all sorts of different theories and thoughts with this job, Thanks, Owen, it was a wonderful challenge."
Owen nodded and Doc continued. “Massive doses of Progesterone X gave him the nice tits and lost his hair, plus some lessening of his musculature, making him weaker in the upper body like a mare. The scrotum and balls were removed surgically, but when Owen told me he wanted our new gelding to be a mare toy, I had to get inventive. Nothing like a real cock, as I'm sure you mares will agree, so I decided to keep and modify his pleasing equipment.” Doc paused and Allison noticed something she hadn't seen. A tight strap ran around the tops of Sam's thighs, buckled at just about the spot where his balls would have been, had he still possessed them.
"I made the cock rigid by inserting a tiny hard plastic tube all the way up his urethra, he can still pee, but it will be awkward for him as his cock will forever be rigid. That got the cock standing out, but I wanted the cock flesh to be hard, like mares would want it, so I implanted a tiny synthetic organ in his groin that will inject a localized dose of Testosterone into his shaft every time he pees. So when he pees, he's actually making himself hard for the mares."
Jimmy piped in swallowing hard. “And that chastity device, it looks painful."
"It is, intentionally so, measured to be on half inch less diameter than his erect cock, it pinches and is a constant source of steady pain. In fact, if it weren't for the testosterone he would probably go limp, but now his cock's hardness has nothing to do with his sexual desire. He is for all intent and purposes a slave to his erection."
Brianna whinnied, and Owen recognized his sister had a question of her own. “Go ahead, Bri, permission for mare-speak."
"It's brilliant and devilish, Doc, but just what the fucker deserves. You say he's to be a mare toy, meaning I assume ours to fuck ourselves on at our leisure, but with that chain how do we get him inside."
"A good question, how do they get him in, as they do not have the use of their hands to undo the chain in any manner?"
"Oh ye of little faith, would I create such a delight for our mares and leave them unable to use it?"
Allison's mind whirled with Doc's words. No, he wouldn't, he has solved that to.
"Let's wake up our new gelding and have a live demonstration. Would you care to be the first to fuck him, 6490, you are the farm's prize mare after all."
Brianna thought about being the first to abuse Sam, but she knew someone else deserved revenge first. “No, Allison deserves to be first, she took the bulk of his crap. Then, if you Masters don't mind a suggestion, he should be left alone in a stall with all the mares he currently trains. I'm sure they all will give him what he so richly deserves."
Owen and Dan smiled simultaneously, and Owen remarked. “Sounds like a brilliant plan to me."
"Please assist me, gentlemen, to get the straps off our gelding and an armbinder on. Then we'll sit back and watch 6828 give 6829 his first training lesson as a gelding."
As the trainers worked on Sam, Allison noticed some of the details of Doc's work. Sam had horse-foot shoes just like she did, and he wore a long raven-haired wig to make him appear more like a mare despite his jutting erection. False eyelashes and ruby red lipstick completed his facial feminization, but when Allison looked down to Sam's inner thigh where all mares wore their tattoos she could not suppress a giggle, and she brushed Bri and whispered. “Look at his thigh."
There was his number, and yesterday's date, but that was not the source of mare humor. Tattooed where they had their owner's names, were the words ‘All Mares'.
As soon as they got Sam's arms behind his back in the tight armbinder, Doc gave him and injection to rouse him. Leaning back against the exam table, held up by Jimmy and Dan, Sam's head waved and gradually he opened his eyes. “What the hell? What the fuck is in my ass?"
It was then it dawned on Allison that the strap held something in Sam's anus. But he wouldn't need a strap for a butt plug.
"Turn him around so the mares can see, guys.” Doc suggested.
As Sam was turned around, Bri and Allison beheld a darling bushy tail of raven hair like Sam's wig, with a pink ribbon tied around it for decorative purposes. Both mares giggled, and Owen commented. “Lovely tail, Sam, and I bet your enjoying its penetration."
"A thick ten inch dildo, folks, embedded to the hilt by the strap.” Doc added.
"What the fuck, I ain't no fucking fag, get th ... Jesus, I have breasts, big breasts. What the hell, Doc, what did you do?"
Doc chuckled. “For one, made our gelding milk-able, but look down further."
Sam pressed forward, and the trainers let him loose so he could see himself in his new glory. “My cock, it hurts, that thing you have it in. Take it out, please. Oh, no, my balls
are gone, you took my balls you fucking bastard.” Sam lurched toward Doc, but nearly fell on his face at his new feet and the difficulty of walking on tiptoes.
Dan grabbed him to prevent him from falling, but Sam struggled, finding his former male strength gone. “What have you bastards done?"
"Jimmy, the mirror.” Owen commanded.
Hitting the switch to bring the mirror that had first revealed to so many mares their first glimpse of their new equine selves, Jimmy wondered if it had ever shown anything as bizarre as Sam.
The former trainer caught sight of his new feminized, equine self, and he simply stood stone still shocked by what he saw. Then tears began to flow and he whimpered miserably, beginning to beg and plead to Owen and Doc.
"Owen, please you can't be serious about this. I'm sorry and I'll change, I promise I will. Doc, you have to change me back, I beg you!"
The disgusting groveling continued, but Owen stopped it when he replied, cold of voice and leaving Sam with no hope of reprieve. “But Sam, you are changed now, forever and ever. Time for a tight bit for our new gelding, Dan."
Dan forced a cruel bit into Sam's mouth, and he and Jimmy held the distressed Sam so Allison could have her fuck.
"Okay, Allison, his chastity device is attached to the chain by a spring catch, but I had to let it release in a way he could not easily manage, so to release the catch you must grip the metal in your teeth and pull up relatively hard. Doing so will give our gelding excruciating pain, but when you release the cock will be spring free, but still be standing straight up and hard for your use. The chastity will remain on inside you, but have no fear it is quite smooth on the outside and should do nothing but enhance your pleasure with the gelding. Go ahead. Try it out, as I will need to work out any difficulty you find to using him with ease."
Allison looked unsure, as being the sexual aggressor was not a mare-like thing to do, but Dan piped in. “Just remember what he did, and how it hurt. He deserves whatever he gets."
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