by Paul Enock
“Bend over,” said Mike and pushed a lubricated but plug into Claire’s anus before inflating it using a hand bulb. Claire squeaked as it grew inside her and when Mike was satisfied that it was much too big for Claire to push out, he pulled the rubber tubing from the Schrader valve in the back of the plug. Claire looked at herself in the mirror and she now had a beautiful long horse’s tail between her legs. “There’s just one more thing to do and you won’t like it. I’m going to pin bells to your nipples as you have no rings.” Claire jumped back noisily, although nothing she said could be understood, but Mike persisted. “I shall use an anaesthetic and the pins are no bigger than they use for acupuncture and once they’re in you will feel no pain, although you will feel the bells.
Finally, Claire calmed and allowed Mike to wipe her nipples with an anaesthetic soaked cloth before showing her two little pins thinner than a hypodermic needle. He carefully pushed a pin through the base of each nipple and then closed small shackles over the protruding ends so that they wouldn’t shake loose. To the shackles he clipped small silver bells which tinkled when he tapped them. She swung her breasts to make them ring and then grimaced at Mike, pretending that she disliked the effect.
Mike smiled and clipped reins to the sides of the bit and led Claire from the room.
*
They all gathered outside in the sunshine, the girls, Sarah, Mike and the technicians, and quite a few of the household staff: maids, cooks, gardeners, etc. In addition, Ian had arrived from London and was pleased to see the girls all ready for their training. The technicians pulled up two pony carts to which the girls will be harnessed in pairs, whilst Mike set up the instrumentation system.
“Claire and Nita will race against Rosa and Laura. As you can see, you’ll be harnessed to these carts in pairs and guided by the robotic controls in the back – there won’t be a human driver. Using a machine to guide you means that both teams can be worked at optimum levels without having to take into account the drivers abilities. It also means that the driver won’t tire. You, as ponies, will be carefully monitored to get you working together, perfecting your training to get the best performance and always concentrating on improving the weakest link. There’s no need to worry about over-exertion; your heart rates and oxygen intake will be monitored remotely, but slacking will not be tolerated. Now, time to get you all harnessed,” and Sarah smiled wickedly.
Claire and Nita were led to the far cart, the blue one. It was made from aluminium tubing and had two large wheels at the back and two shafts leading forward. These shafts were each forked at their front ends to attach to each side of the girls’ waists and below the fork was a third point of attachment; a spar joined to the main shaft at the back and fitted with a thick, erect dildo at the front. Mike, the technician given the job of harnessing Claire and Nita, explained that the dildos were actually an easy way to monitor how hard each girl’s thigh muscles were working as well as providing a means of imparting extra impetus to the girls movements and, of course, giving the girls something interesting to think about as they’re racing.
Behind them, on the body of the cart was a box of electronics, two servo unit to control the reins, and four long whips. Mike explained that the whips were positioned to contact the girl’s cheeks with precision – four cheeks, four whips. Claire and Nita looked at each other and took deep breathes as they were led to the traces. The forked shaft was fixed tightly to Claire’s corset; there was no slack in the linkage, no possibility of twisting in the harness. Then the dildo was lubricated and raised until its tip touched Claire’s virginal opening. “Lean forward a bit,” said Mike and Claire gasped as the thick ribbed dildo slid smoothly into her until its hilt was pressing against her clitoris. This dildo spar, unlike the other parts of the cart, was heavy and balanced to provide an upward load on Claire of a pound or two. However, with the movements of the cart and the girl, the spar would ‘bounce’ in and out as she run. To prevent the dildo bouncing right out of Claire, Mike clipped a short chain from the front end of the spar to the D link on the front of Claire’s corset. Finally, her reins were clipped to the servo unit on the platform behind her.
With the blinkers, Claire had to turn her head nearly ninety degrees to see Nita being harnessed, but as she did so, the reins tightened on the opposite side to prevent the movement. Claire sighed and looked straight ahead, but she knew when Nita was nearly ready by the long moan as the dildo slid in.
Mike appeared in her field of vision in front of her and explained the commends: “Commands will be given by a voice synthesiser: ‘walk on’, ‘trot’, and ‘run’ will all be accompanied by a flick of the reins, ‘woah’ to slow accompanied by a pulling back on the reins, and ‘stand’. If the driver wants you to go faster, it will say ‘faster’ and, if dissatisfied, will whip the pony that is dragging behind. Direction is, of course, controlled by the reins. That’s all there is to it. Once started, the driver has complete control. Have fun,” And Mike disappeared from Claire’s vision. Claire didn’t like the last bit about the driver having complete control – he has no feelings, no compassion. What if Claire wants to stop? What if she trips? What if she can’t stand the pain of the whip? What if…
“Walk on,” flick. Claire took a tentative step forward on her awkward shoes, then another and another. The reins flicked and she increased her pace a bit. After about fifty yards, she felt a pull to the left and started to turn in that direction, the pull increased so she turned harder. When she was facing the way they had come the reins straightened her head and she walked forward in a straight line. The other cart was no-where to be seen, perhaps it was beside them, but the technicians, Sarah, Ian and the rest of the audience were all standing and chatting, watching her progress.
“Trot,” flick, and Claire increased speed to what she thought to be a trot, a sort of gentle jog. The dildo started to bounce in and out of her pussy and she moaned quietly, and her bells and those next to her began to tinkle as her breasts jiggled. Then there was a snap and the whip flicked at her right cheek making her jump and stinging her bum. She went a bit faster, pulling harder on the traces. Ian and Sarah seemed amused as they disappeared from sight. Claire trotted in a straight line for what seemed like half a mile along the straight drive before the synthesised voice said “Walk” and she felt a pull on both of the reins, and then a pull to the left again telling her to turn.
As she straightened up she found she was walking towards Rosa and Laura who were trotting along the path she’d just travelled. Both girls were breathing hard and Claire was entranced by the movements of the dildos as they bobbed in and out of the girls and the bouncing and swaying of their breasts and the tinkling of their bells as they passed. Poor Rosa thought Claire as she remembered her heavy breasts and the way they were moving as she jogged. “Trot” flick. And Claire once again felt the dildo moving within her and looked down to see her own breasts bouncing and jiggling to the tune of the merry bells.
There came the sound of clopping feet and Rosa and Laura dashed past at a run, whips cracking down on both girls as they passed. “Run,” said the voice, flick; and Claire pushed hard against the traces. “Faster” flick. They were running just behind Rosa and Laura and Claire could watch their bare buttocks dancing and vibrating with every pounding step, their tails trailing behind them in the wind and their plumed head dresses adding ceremony to the occasion. Claire could clearly see that Rosa and Laura looked much less like real women and more like some type of exotic creature, and then realised that she and Nita must look just the same. “Faster” and the whips cracked down on both Claire and Nita, and the cart surged forward. Now the dildo really was moving fast, bouncing almost all the way out before plunging back up into Claire and striking her clitoris. Her breasts were bobbing up and down, the bells flying high and pulling low with every movement, tugging her long nipples almost out of phase with the motions of the rest of her breasts. “Faster”, crack, this time on their other cheeks. Claire and Nita were drawing level with Rosa and L
aura and were running flat out as they flew past the little group of spectators still chatting excitedly amongst themselves. It was almost another quarter of a mile before the voice said “Woah” and the reins were pulled back. “Walk” it said, and then Claire felt her head being pulled to the right. She didn’t see the other cart as she turned and walked back towards Sarah and Ian.
“Stand” said the voice and she stood, panting and sweating as Sarah and Ian walked up the line of ponies. When they appeared in front of Claire, she wanted to say Can’t you make it go slower? But the bit in her mouth tightened and pressed her tongue down so that all she could do was stare at them. Ian lifted a breast and shook its bell by jiggling it and Claire made a little squeak and nodded her head, flicking the head dress back and forth, but otherwise she could do nothing. Then Ian dropped his hand to her vulva and touched her clitoris as it sat on the hilt of the dildo, peeping out from under its hood. Claire yelped and tried to jump backwards, but the traces held her firm as Ian flicked her little bud about with his fingers and squeezed them into her around the dildo. Claire squealed and when the combination of the harness about her waist and the dildo lodged deep inside her pussy held her hips rigid, she swung her upper torso from side to side making the bells ring and lifted a foot to kick Ian. Instantly, both whips cracked down on her arse cheeks and she shrieked.
Ian smiled and slowly removed his hand. “This one’s a bit feisty and very wet,” said Ian and moved on out of her vision as she just stared ahead, disbelieving what had just happened. Then Mike appeared with a bucket and a sponge and, without a word, sloshed water over her breasts, making them jump and swing about and the bells ring. Then he too moved on. Somehow Claire expected more. Perhaps a compliment; you were running very well then, or a show of compassion; you must be really tired after that, but there was nothing.
After another thirty seconds or so, a young couple moved in front of Claire. The girl was only about eighteen and, judging by her uniform, was one of the maids; her companion was a young gardener. “Ooo, Jack. Look at those tits. And the nipples! They’re so big. Do you think it’s the bells that makes them grow so big?”
“I dunno. Could be. These ponygirls are probably fed a special diet or something. Do you think we’re allowed to touch them?”
“I don’t see why not. They can’t bite or anything and they can’t go anywhere either. You saw what happened when the boss touched her just now” and she reached out a hand and took hold of one of Claire’s nipples, tugging it gently to ring the bell. Claire wanted to say quite few things: that that was her nipple the maid was pulling; that just because she was wearing a bit and was harnessed to a cart with a thick dildo lodged inside her pussy didn’t mean she wasn’t still a person; in fact she wasn’t a ponygirl, she was an Arts Graduate; but just as she was trying to form the words around the bit, the reins tightened and the bit closed down on her tongue preventing any speech.
Jack looked up and down the line to either side of Claire, but, of course, Claire had no way of telling what he was looking at. Then he stood close in front of Claire and cupped his hand over her pubis. Claire yelped and tried to pull away again, but she was still held fast. “Look at this, Emmy,” said Jack pushing Claire’s dildo up and down. “I bet this makes her run faster.”
“Don’t do that, Jack. Some-one might see.”
No, don’t do that Jack. I’ll see. What do you think you’re doing? That’s my pussy you’re fucking.
“Do you fancy trying this out then, Emmy. Would you like this bouncing about inside of you?”
“Don’t be silly, Jack. I’m not a ponygirl. I could never be dressed up like that and have people looking at me and touching. I’m nothing like this – you just have to look at these long nipples to tell that.” Emmy looked up at the head dress, the blinkered eyes, the shining silver bit in Claire’s mouth with its reins pulled taught behind her, and she trailed her hand across Claire’s chest and squeezed a breast about its base before letting her hand drop to touch the heavy leather harness strapped tightly about her waist.
“Come on, let’s look at the other ones,” said Jack and Emmy shook Claire’s nipple again to make the bell ring before moving out of sight.
Hang on a minute, thought Claire, but at that moment the reins tightened again.
“Walk on” said the synthesised voice. “Walk” crack, and the whip landed on her cheek with a sharp sting that made her jump and come to her senses; she walked on.
Chapter 7
At eleven o’clock, the dildos were removed and the girls were unhitched from the carts and led onto the lawn. Each girl had her bit removed and was offered a drink of water from a bottle with a long teat under it. No sooner had they drunk than their bits were replaced and they were hobbled and left to rest. Claire sank down on the grass and looked around for Nita, only to find her sitting alongside. “Aaah aaa err,” said Claire and Nita just shrugged her shoulders. God, this is so frustrating thought Claire, and in more ways than one. She was feeling so horny, what with the dildo jumping in and out all morning, but it was such hard work that she couldn’t climax. She lay down on the grass and Nita laid down beside her. Claire looked across at Rosa and she was actually nuzzling Laura’s breasts; fat lot of good that’s going to do her with that bit in her mouth, she thought, but she looked at Nita’s pointy breasts with their dark pointy nipples and little bells longingly. After thirty minutes, Mike appeared and hitched them back to the carts.
“Trot,” flick, said the voice; crack went the whip and the dildo began its oscillatory motion again as they trotted back up the drive. This time they went all the way round the lake at a trot following the asphalt road. It must have been at least a mile. They returned to the start and Claire saw Rosa and Laura pull up next to Ian and Mike before trotting past. She expected to be halted, but the controller remained silent. Then she expected to be turned. After another quarter of a mile, Claire slackened her pace, anxious that they were now heading down the long private drive towards to public road. The whip cracked down on her arse with a sting like a wasp and the voice said 'trot'.
Back at the start, Mike was also surprised that the cart didn't stop, and when it continued down the long drive he suddenly exclaimed "Shit!" and sprinted after it.
The cart had a considerable head start and was travelling at speed towards the main gates and, beyond them, the public road. Breathing heavily, he caught up with the wayward cart just as it passed through the gates and leapt onto the back. Claire and Nita, unaware of Mike's presence until he shouted to them that he was there, continued pulling at a steady trot to avoid the stings of the whips, but realised that they were rapidly approaching the point where they would have to stop to avoid crashing through oncoming traffic. Mike feverishly released the locking screws from the whips and snatched them from their mountings, shouting to the girls that they could now stop with impunity. They came to a halt at the give way line on the road as a stream of traffic filed past, many of the drivers beeping their horns at the sight of the naked ponygirls.
"Trot," urged the controller and the whip mounts flicked ineffectually.
"I think the GPS system has become disconnected and it doesn't realise where it is," said Mike as he scrutinised the web of cables behind the control box. He picked up a loose lead and plugged it back in and the controller said "Walk" and pulled the reins sharply to the right. "That's better," said Mike. "When I say so, walk forward and turn to the right back down the drive." The girls, now with their heads pointing to the right, couldn't see to the left and had to wait until Mike gave the all clear and they could turn round, meanwhile all the travellers were given an unexpected treat as Nita and Claire waited patiently. Three more cars passed before Mike said "Turn now." They walked forward and turned in a wide arc across both carriageways before returning down the drive.
"Trot" said the controller and Mike sat back on the control box and watched Nita and Claire's naked rumps as they pulled him back to the assembly point.
*
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p; At twelve thirty they were sponged again and unhitched, to be led into separate stalls in the stables. Claire was attached to the stable door by a short chain from her collar so that she could look out but not move away from the door. Mike appeared shortly afterwards with another bottle, this one full of a high energy soup which Claire quickly drank. Then her bit was replaced again. At one thirty, Sarah and Ian walked along outside the stables, discussing the ‘ponies’. Claire moved away from the door as far as her chain would allow.
“This one’s still a bit feisty,” said Ian. “Still, that’s good for the race this afternoon.” He leant into the stall and unclipped the chain. “The race is at four. Until then you can rest,” he said to Claire and then they walked on.
Claire lay down on the straw and wished one of the other girls was with her, and then she slept.
At three thirty Claire was woken by Mike entering the stall and clipping a leading rein to her neck collar. He took the bit out and gave her another drink, then replaced the bit before she could speak. “Come on. It’s time for your race. I've reprogrammed the control box so that it just stops if it loses the GPS rather than continue blind; you shouldn't have that problem again." He tugged on the rein to draw her forward, nudging her bells to make them tinkle. "Good luck, I hope you win,” he said and Claire tried to smile in return. He led her out to the cart and there was quite a crowd gathering, even more than before. Nita was already hitched up, moving her hips restlessly against the dildo. It didn’t take long to reconnect the shafts to Claire’s corset and slide the dildo back into her; she was then all set to go and tried, without success, to look sideways at Nita. There was quite a long wait before the other cart was ready and then the driver said “Walk on,” flick.