The Breakers had added one further refinement to make her task that little bit more stimulating. A spring compression rod on a pivot mount was set on the machine’s frame between the footrests. It extended horizontally backward where it plugged into a ribbed phallus which in turn was plugged into Sam’s vagina.
With every stroke she impaled herself on it and then pulled it almost, but not quite, out of her, now sopping wet and sucking at her insides. By now she could not help coming from such stimulation, but she dare not break stroke. And so she learned to orgasm while rowing, sobbing and shuddering but still keeping up a perfect stroke rate as her juices flowed over her seat.
* * *
With each day Sam also hoped for some chance of escape, of course, but the Breakers were too careful. She was amply strapped, chained or caged and under their eyes or that of the monitor cameras at all times. They knew how to keep slaves in their place.
And so with every day that passed her hopes of freedom dimmed. At night she welcomed her rapid fall into exhausted sleep, without giving way to tears if possible. It was an escape from her other nemesis: a growing sense of guilt. How she wished she had not run away from home! Did her family realise she was missing by now? What were they doing to find her? Would she ever see them again?
* * *
And then came the morning that Hatchet and Shears took her straight to the washroom where they meticulously flushed out, scrubbed down, shampooed and dried her. When they were done they even applied a dab or two of perfume to her most intimate places. Finally they reset her muter implant.
‘Time’s up, Screw,’ Hatchet told her. ‘We’re going to take you to meet our client today. You’d better behave yourself while we’re handing you over. If we have to bring you back here for any reason... well we’d make you wish we hadn’t.’
Sam’s heart thudded. That meant a whole week had gone by since she had been captured. She was not sure she had been counting the days correctly. Would having a change of masters help her chances of being rescued or escaping?
They cuffed and hobbled her and put a cheap rope muzzle over her mouth and a narrow blindfold strap over her eyes. They led her by a plain rope leash along the hall to the very end, out through a door and into the open air. For a few seconds she felt stone slabs under her feet and the sun on her bare back. Then she was made to clamber into what seemed like the back of a small van. They ducked her head down and she shuffled on her knees into the confines of a slave travelling cage.
There followed a journey of about half an hour, as near as she could judge, before the van stopped again. She was freed from the cage and decamped back into the open air but onto a surface of bricks this time. A man’s voice said authoritatively: ‘Bring her inside...’ It was the first new voice she had heard in a week. He sounded mature and commanding.
She was led into another interior. She thought she could smell polish and leather. She felt a rug under her feet.
‘There you are, sir,’ Hatchet said. ‘A fine specimen of girl flesh, if a bit wanton. She’s had the rough edges knocked off her but she still needs hard training and a firm hand. And be warned she’ll bolt if given half a chance. But she’s passionate enough when you get her roused. Keep her blindfold on until you’re sure you want her. Then if she’s not right she won’t know where she’s been and we can try her with somebody else.’
‘Understood. Let me check her over,’ the new voice said.
Unseen but confident hands, strong and work-hard, prodded and squeezed her, testing the tone of her muscles. They slapped and weighed and squeezed her breasts. Her nipples were tweaked into their maximum hardness. Her rope muzzle was removed and her mouth was pried open and her teeth were checked. The hands then bent her over and spread her legs. Stiff fingers slid up her vagina and anus, gauging their tightness and her response to their presence inside her. Sam whimpered and squirmed feebly. She knew this was how a slave was handled and assessed: like an animal. It had seemed perfectly natural before and she wondered why they had sometimes flinched and appeared unhappy. Now she understood.
‘Yes, she seems to be just what I’m after,’ the man declared at last, pushing Sam down onto her knees. ‘I think this is what we agreed...’ There was a rustle of paper.
Sam gulped, feeling sick. She’d just been sold like a piece of meat.
‘Thank you, sir,’ said Hatchet.
‘Oh, and about her voice?’
‘Left set on pony as you wanted. Here’s the controller... but you probably don’t want her talking freely until she’s fully broken in. Maybe not even then.’
Sam felt her heart grow cold. How could they do that to her?
‘Well that’s my decision now. I know how to get in touch when I need your services again. Good day to you, gentlemen...’
She heard Hatchet and Shears leave and felt a sudden shiver almost of loss or regret. She hated them but at least she knew what they expected of her. Now she had been thrust into the unknown with a new master. A new master! What a horrible thought! But perhaps she could communicate with him somehow and tell him who she was. Or did he already know? Worse, perhaps he did not care.
She could hear him moving about her. Then the strong hands pulled her blindfold off. ‘Let’s have a proper look at you...’
Sam blinked and squinted against the sudden light. She was kneeling on a worn rug in the middle of a room lined with shelves and racks full of ponygirl tack. She looked up and the face of her new owner swum into focus before her. He was a powerfully built middle-aged man with greying hair, a strong jaw and a bristling moustache, dressed in a tweed jacket.
Sam gasped, shame and surprise rising up within her, because it was a face she knew!
He was Vincent Wainwright, the owner of Wainwright’s Pony Club: the Foundry’s rival ponygirl stable.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Unlike Sam, Danny went to the Foundry Club almost every day. It was not just the necessity of work, Beauty soon realised. He really loved everything about the stables, from grooming the ponies to polishing their harness. With Paring’s cooperation he was able to get in enough solid riding time on Beauty to steadily improve their performance. While he was working, Beauty was put onto one of the clubs exercise machines or courses about the paddocks to maintain her strength. It meant that she got far more regular and carefully controlled exercise sessions than she ever had with Sam.
Inevitably over the next few days they saw a lot of Tess, who was of course also trying for a place on the Cup team and so was also putting more time in at the club. She was evidently not happy with the thought of Danny competing for the cup team, but with Paring supporting him she could do nothing about it. Apparently she then decided to pretend Danny and Beauty did not exist and pointedly ignored them. It was evident that about half the other club members over whom she had some influence were also cold-shouldering Danny. However in her unguarded moments Beauty glimpsed Tess giving Danny some dark looks, while she herself received a few frankly covetous ones.
* * *
Beauty thought nothing of those looks until the day Paring sent Danny to one of their suppliers on the other side of town to get some replacement parts for the club rigs. Before he left he took Beauty to the exercise paddock and put her on the rail, under the watchful eyes of Charlie Puller, who was the stable lad on monitor duty that day.
The “rail” was an irregular loop of a single railing set on low posts that kept it at a constant height above a dipping and rising board walkway beneath it. The rail itself was a narrow metal channel, a bit below crotch high, through the upper greased slot of which ran a small sliding shuttle on which were set a pair of dildos like those on a hobby horse. Ponygirls could straddle the rail and ride the dildo shuttle about the course. To ensure they kept moving they were followed by a second powered shuttle fitted with a forward-pointing cattle prod on a sprung arm that carried it at bu
ttock height. This could be programmed to move at a set speed or start and stop at irregular intervals. The rise and fall of the track and its continual change of direction was of course highly stimulating to the girls as they rode it with their vaginas and rectums plugged. In addition the shuttle had a pair of internal in-line wheels with ribbed rims and off-centre axles. As it moved the wheels caused it vibrate and rock rapidly, adding to its stimulating power.
The pursuing shuttle ensured they had to keep moving, even while they were riding their dildo plugs to a blissful conclusion. Beauty understood and accepted its purpose which was to teach ponygirls how to control their orgasmic responses, either to release their tension through several small orgasms as they ran or else hold back and use the growing desire to drive them on to the finish line, when if they had done well they would hear the magic words: ‘You can come now.’
This then was the device that Danny secured her to; clipping her labial rings to the front of the dildo shuttle to ensure she could not lift herself off it. Not that she would have dreamed of trying. There were three other ponygirls in the paddock being exercised on other devices so she would not be alone. He set the pursuing shuttle to a moderate pace that she could easily maintain, ruffled her hair and said: ‘Enjoy yourself,’ and left on his errand.
Beauty happily jogged round the track with the narrow rail sliding between her thighs. Her breasts jiggled merrily and she could feel her juices flowing, adding to the greasing of the track. The stimulation from the dildo shuttle between her legs was pleasant without being overwhelming. At this speed she could even half ride it for short stretches, almost sculling with her legs. Once she stopped deliberately so the pursuing shuttle caught up with her and she received a sting in the rear from its electric prod. As she thought, Danny had set it at a very low level. It was only the mildest of incentives to keep moving; which was why, for his sake, she would continue to do so all the while he was gone. If they did not make the cup team it would not be for her lack of fitness.
She had only been in the paddock about ten minutes when three riders came in together. Without a glance in her direction they took their respective ponies off the devices they had been using and led them out, leaving Beauty alone with Charlie. Even as Beauty was wondering at this slightly odd occurrence, Tess Harrow entered the paddock leading Silver behind her. She had changed from the jodhpurs she had been wearing for riding into a long skirt, but she still wore her riding boots.
Tess did not look at Beauty either but spoke to Charlie. ‘I’ll be staying here with my pony for half an hour.’ She held out a note to him. ‘Here’s ten pounds, go and clean my rig and harness.’
‘But I’m meant to stay here, Miss,’ Charlie protested. ‘Mr Paring says they’re not to be left alone.’
‘But they won’t be alone, will they? I’ll be here. Now run along...’
She closed the paddock gate behind him. Then she led Silver over to the star jump machine.
This comprised a pair of posts set six feet apart with an adjustable, sprung vertical rod fitted to the flat baseboard that lay between them. On the end of the rod was a large ribbed dildo, while on either side of it were large pressure plates each divided into two halves. Running in short recessed channels on the insides of the posts were coil-sprung sliding hooks, one set high and the other low. From the top of each post hung a coiled electrical cable with a crocodile clip on its end. Set on the outside of the right-hand post was a small control keypad.
Tess stood Silver with her legs spread and feet resting on the pressure pads over the dildo, and adjusted it so that it slid up inside her. Then she hooked her wrist cuffs to the upper pair of sliding hooks and her ankle cuffs to the lower, thereby securing her in a spread-eagled posture but with some freedom to move her arms and legs within the limits of the sprung hooks and the distance they could slide along channels in the posts. Tess then uncoiled the cables and clipped them to Silver’s nipple rings. She moved to the keypad and punched some buttons, then a green key.
‘Continue jumping until you come!’ she commanded.
A two-tone chime began to sound: high, low, high, low...
Silver gave a whinny and then began to do star jumps in time with the alternating tones, throwing her arms up and down as far as her springs allowed and shifting her bare feet from the inner set of pressure pads to the outer and back again, in the process setting her fine firm breasts with their trailing wires jiggling. This of course meant that she drove the dildo deep inside her with each jump and then partly out again. Beauty could see her bare pubic mound bulging with each penetration. In seconds the dildo was glistening with Silver’s juices but she did not stop. She had a strong motivation. While she maintained the rhythm, hitting the pressure pads in turn, she would not receive an electric shock to her nipples.
Tess stood back to admire Silver’s efforts for a moment and then she came over to the rail track smiling wickedly at Beauty. Beauty shrank back from her in alarm. Impaled and secured to the rail as she was and with her arms cuffed behind her she was quite defenceless. But to her surprise Tess simply caught the pursuing shuttle and turned it off.
‘Stay where you are!’ snapped.
Beauty halted facing the star jump posts and the pale body fluttering up and down between them.
‘You see my pony going through her paces?’ she asked.
Beauty nodded, not wishing to offend Tess by speaking.
‘Now watch this,’ she said.
Tess rolled up her skirt and tucked it in, baring herself from boot tops to hips. She was wearing nothing underneath it. Her pubic mound, capped by a tightly trimmed “V” of dark curls, stood out prominently. Tucked into a garter belt about her right thigh was a spanking paddle. She slid it out and moved round to stand behind Silver. As the blond girl continued jumping she began to spank her bouncing bottom. The crisp smacks of rubber on flesh filled the paddock. Silver squealed and bit her lips as she struggled to maintain her rhythm. She missed a step and jerked as she was shocked. Tess continued to beat her and Silver struggled to recover. By now she was sobbing in pain but she still kept jumping and impaling herself. Her ringed nipples were standing up like thimbles. Suddenly her eyes rolled up and she shuddered, clenching the dildo inside as her juices sprayed out about it. Beauty’s vagina clenched about her own dildo in slavish sympathy.
Tess turned off the star jump device’s power and Silver sagged, her chest heaving, hanging loosely between the posts.
Tess came back to over Beauty, her haunches still bared, sliding the paddle back under its garter. Her pupils were enlarged with delight and her cheeks were rosy. The shiny crinkled tongue of her inner labia was now peeping out of her cleft in arousal.
‘Now that’s what I call obedience and devotion,’ she said. ‘And she did not learn it by me being soft with her. I also know a sore bottom will make her try harder. She only comes when I allow her and she does not waste my time speaking. That’s why she’s such a good pony. Slavegirls need to be put in their place and kept there. Most of them were criminals and dropouts anyway so they should be grateful we’ve given them a purpose in Irontown. Were you any better?’
Beauty shook her head.
Tess looked contemptuous. ‘I didn’t think so. That’s why Danny Stamp can’t possibly succeed with you. He has no idea of the right way to handle you...’ As if to demonstrate she took hold of Beauty’s warm breasts and squeezed and rolled them between her palms. Her face softened. Keeping a finger hooked through Beauty’s right nipple ring she reached up and stroked Beauty’s cheek. Beauty shivered but she could not pull away. ‘You really are very lovely. You’re wasted on Stamp and Sam can’t be bothered to continue your training. I could do so much with you...’ Taking hold of Beauty’s hair she bent her head and kissed her forcibly on the lips. Beauty tried not to respond but it went against her slavish instincts. She lived to please. Her lips parted and she kissed back.
/> Finally Tess broke the kiss. Her cheeks were now bright pink. ‘God, you are amazing! If you were mine I’d get a two-girl trap and put you next to Silver as a contrasting pair. You’d be magnificent. Maybe after this hopeless fiasco is over Sam will sell you to me. Because it is hopeless...’
She pulled Beauty by her hair along the track, forcing her to shuffle in reverse, until it dipped. Then she bent Beauty over backwards, forcing her supple spine to arch and bending the stiff rubber dildos inside her passages as her hips were bent as far as they allowed, until the back of her head was touching the track. Tess pulled a cord from her pocket and tied it across Beauty’s collar and under the track. Now she was bent painfully backwards with her head lower than her hips, her breasts flowing up towards her shoulders and with the tips of her rubber-hoofed feet barely touching the wooden boards of the track walkway.
Tess’s flushed and excited face hung above her. ‘Don’t worry. We won’t be disturbed. I just want you to learn your place...’
She unhooked her paddle again. Deliberately she rubbed the paddle blade through her own pouting cleft, leaving wet streaks across it, and then stroked it across Beauty’s shivering, half inverted breasts. ‘Lovely mammaries like these just beg to paddled,’ she said. She grinned at the fear on Beauty’s face. ‘It’s all right I won’t do any permanent damage. At least, nothing I wouldn’t do to my own pony. I just want you to know what I can do to creatures like you...’
She swung the paddle in a forehand stroke, smacking it into the side of Beauty’s right breast. She squealed as it heaved and shivered like a chocolate jelly. A backhand swing set then her left breast trembling in sympathy. Beauty sobbed and Tess laughed. Left and right, again and again Tess belaboured Beauty’s defenceless globes, driving her ringed nipples deep into their fleshy pillows until they were stinging and simmering and throbbing.
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