AllisonsTraining

by Jennifer Campbell

  Sam's eyes got big, and he eventually screamed in pain right through his bit, as Allison dipped her head, took his cock head in her mouth and gripped the silver chastity ring in her teeth. When she pulled up hard, Sam nearly passed out from the pain, and he noticed he had felt no pleasure when her lips had passed over his fat cock head.

  The shaft did indeed pop free of the chain as Doc had said it would, and Allison wanted to touch it, but she could not. Instead she leaned forward and took Sam's tight nipple chain in her teeth, pulling it toward her.

  Forced to come forward, by the agony in his heavy with milk tits, Sam wailed through his bit again.

  Picking up a crop, the weapon Sam had used against the mares, Owen let loose with a stinging blow on Sam's naked bottom. “Whinnies and neighs are allowed to geldings in pain, not screams and wails."

  Sensing the time was right to act in concert with Owens’ discipline, Allison jerked the nipple chain and Sam, not knowing any other allowed way to let out his torment, let out his first loud whinny. Allison stared at him, before she let go of his nipple chain, but she was not sure she should speak to let him know she would willingly jerk the chain again if he got disobedient. So instead of words, she nickered softly, and made a motion to take the chain into her mouth again. Sam nodded, seeming to understand he had lost any control he once had over mares.

  Turning around, she wriggled and squirmed her behind to his crotch until she found his cock head on her soaked slit and pushed herself back upon it. Jesus, it's good, thick and rock hard, with pronounced ridges from the chastity ring.

  She heard Sam whinny plaintively, so she knew the actual fucking must be uncomfortable to him. What a role reversal, he was an abusive gash hound and trainer, but now he can't even feel pleasure, he simply exists to service us.

  Pumping herself harder now on the delicious gelding meat, Allison had no concerns about Sam's discomfort as she was chasing an orgasm, and for a mare that was sacred. Barely believing how wantonly she pushed back on the deep shaft, she wanted it inside her and for him to suffer like she had.

  As her orgasm thundered through her, she forgot her mare status and screamed out at the top of her lungs. “Take that, Sam. That's what it's like to be abused like a fuck toy."

  Allison actually missed the squirt of male sperm in her hole, as to not feel it seemed to be less fulfilling, but Sam's artificially hardened and sperm-less shaft had no ejaculate to offer. No matter, he will certainly do as a mare toy.

  Doc was excited, as watching Allison's sexual odyssey had give him a light bulb of an idea of how he could improve Sam's ability to please the mares, at Sam's expense. He walked off into his office mumbling something. “It would have to be a firm but flexible strut, barbed perhaps on the anchored end, but soft and swishy on the effective end. The scrotal aperture could be used as a base, and..."

  Owen shook his head. “I have perhaps created a monster, but I think we can forgive 6828's sudden outburst, as it was certainly appropriate to the situation. Stall the gelding by himself, always in stocks, but twice a day bring one of his old charges to his stall, and release them both. Give the mare freedom from her armbinder so he will be at her mercy. Lock the stall and let her have way with him for at least an hour. It's a perfect opening training regimen, but I too have an idea, for Sam's permanent trainer."

  Dan took charge of 6829, and jerked up his chastised cock to reattach it to it collar chain. Sam whinnied in obvious agony, and left the prep room slowly having to adjust to his new feet and the tree trunk dildo in his rectum.

  Owen did not tarry in hiring a new trainer, and the night before the big show Allison and Brianna discussed quietly in their stall the appearance of the new trainer, who had become quickly the talk of the barn with her first charge.

  "I couldn't believe it at first, Bri. I thought she was a new mare, but she wasn't naked, and they weren't leading her around on a chain. Instead, she was leading Sam, or should I say Samantha, by a chain attached to both his intimate connections."

  Bri added with reverence. “And did you notice how she had no difficulty snapping it hard, Ally. She'll take no disobedience from Samantha.” Both mares’ voices were filled with awed wonder at Laughlin Farm's new female trainer, and how she handled the gelding all the mares now unofficially called Samantha.

  "I know, I was just as stunned, her name's Angelica, what a name for a trainer.” Allison mused, thinking what being a trainer would be like.

  Bri joked, giggling impulsively after she spoke. “I'll bet Samantha doesn't see anything angelic about her. He must see her as his personal devil.” Bri joked, giggling impulsively, and then she continued.

  "She's beautiful, with her flowing chestnut hair, and her tight riding pants. I guess as women we just naturally expect her to be less strict than the men, but I don't think she's like that. She wants this job, I see it in her eyes, but more than that, she likes it."

  "And she's going to be a much better trainer then Sam ever thought of being.” Allison added, nodding in agreement with Bri's statement. Both mares simultaneously felt the need, the need they never could get away from for long, to fuck their holes. Pushing back against their dildos in unison, they laughed and Allison commented. “I wonder what Samantha does to pass the time, as I don't think he feels anything at all sexual."

  "Why should we care, Samantha made his bed, now he has to lie in it."

  The two stablemates enjoyed their laughter until it was lost in the breathy gasps and moans of their pursuit of orgasm.

  * * * *

  Allison and Brianna were now harnessed and ready in the chute of the show ring, a small wooden two wheeled cart behind them, to be pulled simply for weight. They wore identical violet harnesses, bridles, arm-binders, and anal tails. All made special for them to look lovely and like a team at the show. A bright violet plume of feathers rose over both their bridled heads, and Allison thought Bri had never looked so attractive to her.

  Allison peered out into the show ring, watching it fill with strangers. Who are these people invited to watch women perform as human mares in a show? One thing seemed clear to Allison they were all rich, as the show ring had fairly comfortable padded seats as compared with other sporting stadiums. Waiters moved through the crowd taking food and drink orders, and all the men were richly attired, with Rolex watches and gold bling in evidence.

  Then there were the women in the audience, all richly dressed in gowns and dresses like their men, yet the difference was easily noted. They were all collared, some wearing opulent jeweled slave collars, and they were all silent, saying nothing unless asked to speak.

  The feeling crawled up from deep inside Allison which was hard considering her high level of excitement. These women, they're all former mares, probably trained here. She turned and looked at Bri. “Their all former mares here aren't they, the women in the audience.” Bri nodded slightly. “I have seen some of them recently, for a little refresher course, but usually they seem more high-spirited when they return."

  Owen addressed the crowd with some brief remarks, and confirmed Allison's suspicions by welcoming home the women in the audience, saying he was happy to see so many pretty, familiar faces. Allison spotted Nick, smiling contentedly as Allison and Brianna were announced as the first pair to show. Her stomach overwhelmed by a storm of butterflies, Allison watched the door to the chute slowly open. She looked at Dan, to see the quiet resolve in his face, and knew he believed in her. This is it. It's my chance to win my life back.

  Allison had never been so embarrassed, and she had no idea why her performance had been so bad. Perhaps I had too much riding on it, too much pressure. She had fallen twice, bringing Brianna tumbling to the turf with her.

  Later after all the other mares had performed, she stood flanking Dan and Brianna in front of Nick and Owen. Nick touched both the naked mares, fondling intimately in both wet slits at the same time, as if comparing product. He eventually stopped, and removed their bits, but only after he had them both teetering on the b
rink of orgasms. “So, you did not have a very good performance today, 6828. It was not at all inspiring to me. It seems to me you need another month of training, so I'm authorizing Owen and Dan to keep you till next month."

  Allison hung her head, not only in shame of her poor performance, but in sadness because Nick was not even going to call her Ally. I'm still 6828 to him, a nameless mare who happens to be his property. “You will be back then, Nick, at the end of the month to reevaluate me. I will get another chance then?” She lifted her head to let Nick see her blue eyes, hoping they could still work their old magic on him.

  Nick seemed casual, as he brushed some of the sand from her belly and breasts, and arranged her disarrayed blond locks. “Still a lovely mare, when cleaned up, but then you never fell short on physical beauty did you, 6828. Everyone here probably sees you as sexy mare, desirable in all ways, but being a mare is not just about looking good naked and bitted. It's about obedience, striving for a goal, and submitting to your owner in all ways.” Now this mare for example, she may have qualities you don't possess, and an owner might desire those qualities."

  Nick slipped fingers deep into Brianna's cleft provoking a moan from Allison's dark-haired stablemate. “Don't’ come, 6490, no matter what I do to your body, do not orgasm. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, sir."

  Nick attacked Brianna's hole, frigging madly with one hand while his other devoted itself to her engorged clit. In no time at all, Bri was breathing heavy, and Allison wondered if she could hold back her spend on such a heavy dose of Progesterone X.

  A few more moments of Nick's slippery play with Bri's tight cunt and engorged clit, and Allison looked over at her stablemate to see tears rolling down her face and her teeth clenched to fight off her climax.

  He's trying to tell me he might choose another from this farm, perhaps even Bri. The message is I must succeed next month or all is lost.

  By now Bri's veins were standing out in her neck from her effort, and her legs looked as though they were tied in huge knots. The raven-haired mare was sweating, and the perspiration ran down the valley between her breasts and over her flat belly.

  Just when Allison thought Bri couldn't possibly stand it any longer, Nick stopped, and Bri fell to her knees, exhausted from her effort.

  "Exemplary effort deserves exemplary reward. I was going to let you suck me, 6828, but I doubt you could have shown the determination 6490 did.” Unzipping his fly, Nick took out his soft manhood and moved it to Brianna lips.

  "No, Nick, please let me.” Allison cried out. “I will suck it slavishly, gagging like never before, but please give me your cock.” Allison didn't even think about the words as they flew out of her mouth, and how as short as a month ago she would never have begged to suck cock. How different things were now.

  "Dan, bit the disobedient mare. I now longer wish to hear her whining, but hold her face close so she can watch every detail of 6490 sucking me. Perhaps if she gets a good look at what she isn't qualified to do, her effort will increase next month."

  As trainers do when given commands, Dan flew into action, grabbing Allison's blond tresses to bit her, and then bending her forward at the waist, her head pulled back to see Bri take Nick's length into her mouth. Allison watched, tears in her eyes, as Brianna slavishly gagged on Nick's cock, and she could not have imagined a more terrible outcome to this day she had waited so long for.

  I don't blame Bri, she's just doing as a mare should, as I should do, but it just feels like she's ripping my heart to shreds.

  Brianna glanced at Allison, with sad eyes, when she was at the outer reaches of one of her thrusting sucks.

  She obeys, because she's trained to, but she is sorry for the heartache she is causing me.

  "Dan, if you'd like you may take the mare's ass, as she might as well be useful to someone.” Nick spoke casually, as if giving Allison's anus to another man was something he delighted in doing.

  For his part, Dan didn't hesitate, pulling out Allison's tail plug, and unzipping his own fly. Bringing out his massive, already-hardened penis, he spit on the head of his organ, and again on Allison's crinkled hole as he raised her bottom.

  Dan's haste and seeming excitement was not lost on Allison, and as the trainer's shaft worked its way into her farm-opened rectum, she wondered if this was indeed a signpost in her life. If Nick doesn't want me, the opposite seems true of Dan. Perhaps I should follow this trainer love as far as it leads me.

  Allison grunted, as her trainer was much bigger and deeper penetrating than her plug. Enduring the ass-reaming with her head pulled erect, she watched Nick's sperm dribble from Brianna's mouth as he spewed his load in her stablemate's throat.

  All eyes now turned to Allison, watching as Dan rode her rectum. Knowing it was not meant for her to orgasm, as she was a bad mare, she held herself back, display some of the obedience Nick maintained she didn't have. Dan pumped semen in her rear tunnel, withdrew, and jerked her head up so her body was erect on tip-toes.

  Nick moved in quickly, seizing her nipple rings and pulling them up fiercely to add to her pain. Gazing into her eyes as she wailed out her discomfort, he spoke the words she feared hearing. “Thirty more days, 6828, that's all you have to prove your submission. If you fail when next I see you, I'll put you up for sale."

  As it was still before noon, Allison and Bri were first milked, were they were treated to the sight of Angelica flogging Samantha's impaled ass, as the gelding was milked. Clearly, Samantha's life on this farm is going to be about repaying the pain, Sam inflicted.

  After their own orgasmic milking, they were led away, but not to their stall, to the covered pulling track, where they spent the day laboriously pulling a full wagon around and around the track with four other mares.

  Over the next three days, things continued to tumble downhill for Allison, as Brianna was reassigned as Jimmy's mare, and so they were separated save for glances at each other in the training ring. To make matters worse, Dan had her on a bare minimum milking schedule, only fifteen minutes each time, so her breasts felt constantly heavy with milk, and she normally only got one, perhaps two orgasms at milking, leaving her feeling sexually needy all the time.

  Her new stablemate, 6802, was one of Sam's old charges who ended up last on the list to get her revenge on the insensate trainer. Jillian, as the short, coffee-haired, multiply-tattooed girl had been known as in the outside world, had already been resentful of authority and rebellious. Therefore it was no surprise to Allison that the night they had been freed from their stocks and Samantha was brought to their stall, all chained and hobbled, Jillian had taken the lead in using the gelding.

  Allison was allowed to participate in Jillian's revenge, and freed from their armbinders the two mares found it an easy task to overwhelm the gelding. Noticing Doc had fitted Samantha with something new, Allison found that a flexible shaft now ran parallel to his cock and the soft but firm end of it could easily rub against her clit deliciously. Unfortunately, Allison had to fight for access to the gelding, as Jillian was a mare possessed, riding Samantha ruthlessly. When their vengeful hour was over, Samantha was a wreck, and was moaning in agony at his lot as a mare toy, denied sexual pleasure in any manner.

  Allison spent her days and nights in a constant flux as far as her feelings, and missed Brianna's counsel. Dan still trained her hard, but he had not showed her any further indications that her trainer love would be reciprocated. In the vacuum of need, her mind bounced. Nick or Dan, which one do I want, and which one wants me?

  One night she asked Jillian about her past. “Jillian, I noticed you have no owner's tattoo, just your number and date of entry, in amongst your own tattoos. Didn't a boyfriend or husband send you here for training?” Allison had been curious since she first noticed no owner's name on the girl's pale white skin.

  "No, no one sent me here. I came on my own, thinking I wanted to learn to be a mare."

  Continuing her slow fucking of herself, something she seemed to do more of now that he mi
lking was curtailed, Allison wondered about this answer. “How did that happen?” I guess more girls than just Brianna are into this.

  "Well, my desire to be dominated started really early, way early. I was perhaps ten or twelve when I realized I wanted the boys to touch me and be rough with me. After a series of boyfriends who tried to master me as I wanted, I realized I needed professionals to give me what I needed. It was about that time I first saw pony play sites on the net, and they penetrated me to the core. I knew I had to try this.” Jillian paused, lurching backwards onto her dildo, and gasping out her pleasure as she did.

  "So you just showed up here in the middle of the Maine north woods one day?"

  "No, silly, I found a great website. If I remember it was something like I want to be a pony girl dot com, and it was wonderfully interactive. They asked you questions about what you wanted to do, and I took the hard line all the way through asking for the worst they could bring down on me. I told them I wanted to be forced to do everything, sex, training, milking. I'm not going to submit, because the fun for me is in being taken.” She paused again to ram the dildo deep in her hole.

  "Even this, fucking myself, I don't like it. It's not that I don't want to be fucked. I just want a man to take me, force me. Then I can enjoy it."

  I've never heard of a need to be taken to such an extreme, but I suppose she feels like I did that night before Nick and I drove here, when he took me so fiercely after the fight. She must be addicted to that feeling of not being in control, and she can't feel good without it.

  "So anyway, one day I went to the site, and when I logged in I was redirected to this farm's site. All it said was ‘Do you want to make this real?’ and a button to click. I thought about it for just a second, and knew I did. Clicked the button and an invitation and directions to here came on. The invite said not to pack, so I rented a car and drove here from Ohio. I drove up to the farmhouse, presented the invite to Owen, and well, you know the rest of the drill.” She whinnied, and slammed herself backwards impaling herself on her dildo.