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Number One Pony

Part 4




TRAINING AUDREY TO THE PLOW


The next morning we were being placed in field harness when Mistress Jill brought Audrey to us. She told Mistress Eve that she was to train Audrey to pull with a team. Since its unwieldy to work five ponies at a time they unhooked Number Four and took her off somewhere else. Audrey was hooked in her place.

Two and Three still wore their chastity belts. They hadnt gotten very much sleep and were drowsy. From time to time a look of resignation came over their faces when the vibrators came on. The buzzing was audible from several feet away. The chastity belts never seemed to get them terribly excited but they just never allowed them to relax either. They seemed quite distracted.

Mistress Eve was unsympathetic. She harnessed us to a heavy wagon and walked us out to the fields. The wagon wasnt necessary, it was just a way to train Audrey.

When we got to the field Mistress Eve unhooked the wagon and hitched us to the plow. The ground was still damp so the plow cut through easily, but it wasnt so muddy that we had trouble walking.

I couldnt look back but I could feel the difference in having a new pony girl on the team. Audrey tried hard but her rhythm was off just enough to distract us. We worked slowly but steadily through the morning and Mistress Eve was patient with Audrey. She began to get the hang of things and was soon in sync with the rest of us. After the morning break Mistress Eve moved Audrey to the number three position, and after lunch put her beside me in Number Twos place. We didnt speak but I managed a quick wink, even so I caught half a dozen stinging blows across my chest from Mistress Eves whip. Audrey was growing more daring because she waited until Mistress Eve finished with me, then deliberately winked and took a full dozen her self. She stood straight and still and thrust out her breasts to receive the whip. Two and Three stood like statues. They werent ready to risk any more punishment for a while.

After the last stroke Audrey shook her upper body in a motion that meant that she was happy. She was learning to communicate as a pony girl. Mistress Eve chuckled and set us to work.

I watched Audrey from the corner of my eye. She walked straight and proud, with her shoulders back and her chin high. She kept her eyes forward and didnt look at me for a second, but she matched my steps and rhythm perfectly. She was lovely.

Mistress Eve is considerate and conscientious and as our pussies were still tender she carefully massaged skin cream into them on every break. And we enjoyed orgasms on every break. By mid morning we were getting shaky on our legs so Mistress Eve eased off on our orgasms. I honestly didnt mind.

Two and Three were distracted by their buzzing chastity belts, and werent the least bit jealous about the attention we received. Between their preoccupation and our unsteadiness our rows werent very straight that day. 

At the end of the day Mistress Eve spoke quietly to me.

“Looks like your double cross playmate is turning out to be a damn good pony. Would you like to have her on your team?”

I was in a quandary. “Yes, mistress. I would, except. .”

“Except what?”

“Number Four is a member of the team and it wouldnt be fair if I replaced her.”

“Not even with a woman who has the sweetest pussy youve ever eaten?” she teased.

I shook my head. As much as I adored Audrey, being a lead pony has responsibilities, and I just couldnt abandon one of my girls.

“Good girl,” Mistress Eve said pinching my nipple gently. “Im proud of you.” She started to walk away.

“Mistress Eve,” I called softly.

“Yes?”

“How do you know her pussy is so sweet?”

“I tasted it for myself,” she said winking at Audrey.

My mouth dropped open. I turned to Audrey who blew a kiss to Mistress Eve then shook her breasts at me.


BIG BOY


That evening we were treated to a performance by male ponies. A week earlier a lady had dropped off a male for training. He was young and handsome but rather boyish and we nicknamed him Timmy. He loved being a slave and walked around with a perpetual erection and a big grin on his face, even when he was being punished.

Occasionally we saw him being worked with the permanent male teams. He worked hard and seemed to enjoy the life. True to standard male training the mistresses kept him aroused but didnt permit him any release. His cock was hard all the time, even in a restraint cage. He was so cute that the mistresses couldnt resist him and he got bent over a number of knees and spanked. Oddly enough, the mistresses preferred spanking him to whipping.

One afternoon we arrived at the barnyard to find him on his knees eating a mistresss pussy. Two other mistresses stood near impatiently waiting their turns and another lounged in a chair with her legs sprawled apart wearing a look of utter contentment. Mistress Eve took one look and her nipples popped up. She rushed through unharnessing and washing us down, then hurried to get in line.

Another mistress was in such a hurry that she left her team partly unharnessed and got in line. Audrey was helping in the washroom. She saw the team staring at their mistress in astonishment. She took it upon herself to finish removing their harness. No one noticed and the team decided to give themselves long hot showers, shampoo their hair and raid the body lotion cabinet. When they finished cleaning up they strolled leisurely to dinner. After eating they sat on the fence and watched Timmy service all the mistresses.

When their mistress finally came back she wore a dazed happy expression. She hung up their harness and took them to their cells. They swung their arms as they walked and she didnt notice that they werent in bondage. Apparently it never occurred to her to ask how they came to be out of their leathers.   

Later that evening Timmys real world mistress arrived with another woman in a chauffeured car. After dinner he was brought out and put through a demonstration of pony work. The whole stable, male and female was permitted to watch. Our arms were tightly bound and we were hobbled, then permitted to sit on the ground.

The lady who owned Timmy was a dominatrix and she looked every inch the part. She wore a midnight blue leather outfit consisting of a slit skirt, a vest with a revealing neckline and blue spike heels. Mistress Karen also dressed for the occasion in a red silk skirt, white blouse and white boots. 

His mistress put Timmy through his paces herself. He pulled a wagon, a heavy drag sled, pranced through a simple dressage routine, then was harnessed to a two seater and took both ladies for a ride.

After the ride his mistress, whose name was Domicilla, allowed him to rest while she watched a display of dressage by our best male team. We wondered why we women werent put on display, but apparently she had no interest in female slaves. When the men finished they were tied to hitching posts.

While all this was going on Domicillas female companion and the chauffeur stood behind her chair impassively. When our male dressage team finished the companion peeled her dress over her head to reveal a very sexy domination costume. It was a high gloss orange leather corset, black boots and nothing else. Her legs were long and shapely and her breasts were magnificent. Her pubic hair was jet black and must have been oiled because it glistened in the light. The cocks of our males went high and hard (and a lot of our pussies were damp just looking at her).

She led the chauffeur into the center of the courtyard and commanded him to undress. He was a very large muscular man, just the type to double as a driver and bodyguard. When he was naked he displayed just about the largest penis and balls Ive ever seen. When they came into view there was one huge gasp followed by an appreciative murmur from every woman present. Even the mistresses were impressed and for a moment they forgot to silence us. Mistress Karens eyes widened and she leaned forward for a closer look. Finally remembering her dignity she sat back, clapped her hands imperiously and ordered the mistresses to shut us up.

Number Four was beside me and she managed to murmur: “Thats what I call a big boy.”  The name stuck.

When the whips of the mistresses managed to restore quiet, the chauffeur stood impassively while he was buckled into pony harness. The harness was the same midnight blue color as his mistresss costume.

Even though his face was expressionless, his cock began to rise and grew larger as each buckle was tightened. When it was at it fullest there was dead silence in the courtyard. Even the mistresses were wide eyed. Beside its enormous size, his cock was pierced by a thick golden ring. The ring swung with his pulse and twinkled in the light.

His last piece of harness was a cock strap passing between the cheeks of his bottom. It divided to encase his balls, then rose to be buckled to the front of his belly strap. Before securing the cock strap the lady Domicilla made him bend over while she inserted a very large dildo into his rectum. She tightened the cock strap and straightened him up. His cock was now even bigger. So was every one of our males and they were pawing the ground. Even the straight males were awed by that huge penis.

Timmy and Big Boy were hitched together for a tug of war. A long leather strap was connected to the backs of their harness and a line was drawn in the dirt. Domicilla stood beside Timmy and the lady in orange beside Big Boy. They were pushed apart until the strap was taut, then Domicilla cracked her whip and the males pulled. Timmy was young and muscular, but he was no match for the giant chauffeur. His mistress whipped him mercilessly and he sobbed with effort as he struggled to obey, but Big Boy simply walked away with him. Timmy was pulled easily across the goal line.

Domicilla was furious at him and she flogged the poor boy until he was a mass of welts. He stood silently during the whipping, only an occasional grimace showed in his face, but his hard cock showed that he obviously liked what was happening to him. After whipping him she backed him against a post, made him kneel and chained him in place.

Mistress Karen walked to the lady and they spoke quietly. They reached some sort of agreement because Mistress Karen gave a command and several of our mistresses rushed to unhobble our males. They trotted them into the equipment barn and emerged a few minutes later in full work harness.

Mistress Karen and Domicilla took their seats and watched as each of our males was pitted against Big Boy. He beat them easily and after hed defeated each in turn, they were teamed in pairs and tried again. The chauffeur won every time. It wasnt until our mistresses hooked him against a troika of our biggest males that he was unable to win, but even so, the match was a draw. Our pony boys were huffing and puffing with effort but Big Boy stood easily. He stopped trying to win and contented himself just holding his ground. The muscles in his huge thighs stood out and his cock was still very, very large but his breathing was normal. The tug strap was so tight that wondered if it might break under the strain. Mistress Donna rose from her seat, walked to our boys and whispered something to them, then she stepped back and undid her blouse. The boys stared as the loveliest pair of breasts wed ever seen came into view. Their cocks rose another inch and they threw themselves into the contest. Their faces contorted with strain and they managed to pull Big Boy backward a step. He looked mildly surprised, then braced himself and pulled forward, regaining his lost ground. Our boys fought desperately to pull him. Their feet dug into the ground but all he did was plant his firmly and lean away from them. They couldnt budge him and was content stay in place. He didnt even look back at them, he just stared ahead with a blank expression. Our males strained and strained, but they were running out of steam

Mistress Donna raised her skirt!

There was a huge collective gasp as her pussy came into view, unfortunately the result was not what her wanted. One of our boys was so stunned that he completely lost his concentration. His mouth dropped open, he stopped pulling and stood straight up. The other two couldnt hold and Big Boy pulled the entire team off their feet. He easily dragged them in a tangled heap, kicking and squirming across the line. A groan rose from the watchers. 

Mistress Donna threw up her hands and resumed her seat.

“I wonder what she said to them?” Number Three whispered.

“I bet I can guess,” Two said. I nodded.

“Do you think she offered to let them screw her if they won?” Four gasped in awe.

“Who knows?” I said. “But Id drag that giant all the way around the farm for the chance.”

“What, to screw Mistress Donna or that big stud?” Four asked.

“Either one.”

“Yeah, me too,” whispered Three.

“Think we could do it?” Four asked. “Beat him in a tug of war?”

“Probably not,” I said. “And I dont think we would get a chance to try anyway.”

“Yeah, darn it.”

The lady in orange undid Big Boys harness and led him to Timmy. She pointed to his mouth and Timmy opened wide. Big Boy thrust his cock inside and poor Timmy got busy.

I glanced at Mistress Karen in time to see her lean close to Lady Domicilla. I read Mistress Karens lips when she asked if Timmy was gay. Domicilla shook her head slowly, and with a wicked smile replied that he hated having to suck mens penises. Mistress Karen commented that he was doing a pretty good job and seemed enthusiastic. Domicillas wicked smile grew. “Hes been broken,” her lips said.

I looked back at Timmy and would have given my soul to be in his place. I dont think I was the only pony girl thinking that.

The orange mistress kept a close eye on Big Boys cock and carefully kept him from coming too soon. His face remained expressionless but at times his hips seemed to move on their own accord. She made him pause several times, cool down a bit then allowed him to resume. Finally she slapped his butt loudly and shouted: “Go!”

Big Boy threw back his head, let out a roar and spurted a huge amount of cum into Timmys mouth. Poor submissive Timmy tried to swallow it but couldnt manage to keep it all in his mouth. His eyes widened in distress and cum gushed out the sides of his mouth and poured onto his chest. He coughed and snorted but tried to swallow all that he could. The orange mistress yanked Big Boy backwards until his cock emerged from Timmys mouth. It was still spurting and she aimed it right onto Timmys forehead. When Big Boys semen slowed she stroked his cock and more flew out. Poor little Timmys face was drenched, drenched, drenched. The courtyard was noisy with pony girl squeals and moans. The gay pony boys were beside themselves, twisting and turning and fighting their bonds. Even the straight males were excited. The mistresses had to ply their whips to restore discipline again.

When he finally ran out of cum Mistress Orange led Big Boy to Mistress Domicillas chair and had him kneel at her feet. Once again his face became expressionless. Mistress Karen leaned forward and looked at his penis. It was still throbbing slightly and a slow trickle of cum dripped out. She sat back looking impressed. She pointed to one of our males. A mistress unhitched him and led him toward Timmy. Our male tried to run forward and she had to dig in her heels to restrain him. Timmy looked at his mistress who nodded imperiously. He resignedly opened his mouth again. Our male slammed his penis into Timmys mouth and as soon as he came he was replaced by another. It took over two hours but poor little Timmy had to suck every cock on the farm that night. No one got bored watching either.

While all that was going on Mistress Karen turned Big Boy to face her. She slid her skirt up and opened her legs slightly. His cock rose instantly. Mistress Karen allowed him to look up her skirt while she and Domicilla chatted. After the last pony boy spurted into Timmys mouth Mistress Karen clipped a leash to the ring in Big Boys penis and tugged him to his feet. She led him into the house. Every eye followed them.

Domicilla and the orange mistress selected two of our males each and led them to the guest suites. The mistresses divided up the rest of the males and we women were taken to our stables. Some mistresses spent the night in the male stables and from the sounds of things none of the male ponies got much sleep. It was so noisy that neither did the rest of us.

Timmy spent the night chained to his post. 


BIG BOYS SADDLE


The next morning Audrey was again put on my team. This time in Number Threes spot. After putting us in harness Mistress Eve was leading us out when she stopped dead in her tracks.

Mistress Karen was leading Big Boy to the courtyard. To our astonishment Mistress Karen was dressed only in boots and panties. We looked at each other in amazement. No one could remember ever seeing Mistress Karen topless in public. Everything stopped in the barnyard.

Big Boy needed a shave and his body was covered in welts and he looked tired.

The visiting mistress was waiting at the equipment barn. She opened the trunk of her limousine and took out a human riding saddle. It was a new type made of a red aluminum frame fitted to Big Boys back and shoulders. It was padded and fit him like a carapace. The saddle was red leather and projected from the center of his back

Most human riders sit with their legs over the ponys shoulders, basically like riding piggy back, but this saddle kept the rider well back and had workable stirrups. The saddle looked nicely authentic and comfortable for the rider, but would be hard for the pony to keep his balance. 

The mistresses buckled the saddle to Big Boy and he obediently folded his arms behind where they locked his wrists into metal cuffs attached to the frame. The cuffs were made to fit his huge wrists.

Mistress Karen buckled a deep bit into his mouth then led him to a mounting block. She put her foot in the stirrup and swung into the saddle. He flexed his knees slightly to take her weight, but straightened as soon as she was settled. She wriggled in the seat for a moment, testing his balance, then she stood in the stirrups. She leaned forward, then back and side to side but he stood firm. She sat down, wriggled until she was comfortable, then pulled the reins to the right. Big Boy turned his body in place. She rotated him a full circle, then reversed and made him turn the other direction. She backed him several paces, then forward. She walked him slowly around the barnyard until she had him fully under control, and then touched his upper legs with her spurs. He walked forward smoothly. She guided him onto the road and they disappeared from view. Every pony and every mistress watched until they disappeared.

“I wonder how long he can carry her,” Mistress Eve said to Mistress Jill, whose team was beside us.

“I wonder how long those panties will last,” Mistress Jill said. “Theyll be in shreds in half an hour.”

“They are rather flimsy,” Mistress Eve agreed. “Perhaps thats what she wants.”  She flicked the reins on my shoulders and we set off to work.

“I wonder if they make saddles like that for women,” Number Two murmured as we walked to the field. 

“Would you want to be ridden like that?” Audrey asked quietly.

“God yes,” Two sighed. “Id love it.”

Audrey looked sidelong at me.

“Its the ultimate expression of pony slavery,” I told her. “Unfortunately most female ponies arent strong enough to carry a rider.”

“No more talking,” Mistress Eve commanded. Her whip curled over Twos shoulder and caught her nipple squarely.

An hour into plowing, Mistress Karen showed up riding Big Boy. She stopped and dismounted and as Mistress Jill had predicted, her panties were in shreds.

Mistress Karen slipped out of the remains of her panties and tucked them into Big Boys harness. She gave him a drink from our water jug and played with his cock while holding the cup to his mouth. He drank eagerly but spilled most of the water. (I think Mistress Karens fingers around his penis may have distracted him somewhat.)

The mistresses let us rest while they chatted and Mistress Karens fingers continued to toy with Big Boys cock. He was trained not to show emotion and stood like a statue but his heaving chest betrayed the fact that Mistress Karen was driving him wild. We watched fascinated and wondered who would win their little contest of will. I thought he was doing well until suddenly his face contorted and an enormous amount of cum spurted from his cock. We gave a huge team gasp when his cum sailed through the air for almost two yards. Both mistresses turned and looked at us, so we quickly assumed the blank expressions of properly disciplined pony girls. We stood as still as we could, but we all had to squeeze our legs tightly together.


The mistresses resumed their conversation as if nothing had happened and Mistress Karens fingers continued their work on that huge penis. More semen flew out.

“Thats the most cum Ive ever seen come from a man,” Number Four whispered.

“Its still coming,” Number Two said in awe.

“There must be a cupful, “Four murmured.

“Almost enough to fill you up,” Two said. “For once.”

Audrey was silent but she stared in astonishment.  

Big Boy finally broke discipline, and with along shuddering groan he sank to his knees. Mistress Karen allowed him to stay there; in fact, she even patted his head gently.

“Im disappointed,” Number Four whispered. “I thought he would be too strong to collapse like that.”

“You dont know how many times shes done that to him,” Number Two mumbled. “For all we know that could be his fifth or sixth time this morning.”

“Or his twentieth,” murmured Audrey.

I had to squeeze my legs tightly together.


Mistress Karen placed her foot on Big Boys shoulder and pushed him to the ground. He rolled onto his side and closed his eyes.

“I havent worked the fields in a long time. I think Ill take your team for a while,” she said to Mistress Eve. “You watch the male. You can ride him when hes recovered.”

“Recovered?” Mistress Eve asked doubtfully. “He looks like hes out for the count.”

“Youll know hes recovered when his cock gets hard again,” Mistress Karen told her.

Mistress Eve prodded Big Boys penis with her foot. He didnt move.

Mistress Karen took up my reins. We were unable to resist her beauty especially since she was stark naked save for a shiny pair of riding boots. We blatantly bobbed and wriggled letting her know that we were hers for sex if she wanted.

“Not today ladies. Im saving myself for that big stallion.” She looked at me. “Besides, Number One, you have had plenty of special treatment lately.”

I had to agree and bowed deeply.

She climbed onto the plow, placed her feet on the rests and opened her knees. I simply could not keep myself from looking at her pussy. She snapped her whip across my breasts very hard.

“Eyes front,” she commanded. I turned part way, then paused and offered my other breast. The tip of her whip got my other nipple. It was like a split second of fire followed by a warm delicious ache. I bobbed my head in gratitude.

I faced front, came to attention and snorted loudly to the other girls. They straightened up, lifted their chins and stuck out their chests.

Mistress Karen rippled the reins across my shoulders and I stepped out. It was an absolute thrill to be driven by her, especially since she was stark naked. It took every ounce of discipline not to look at her.

Mistress Karen kept us under firm control as we plowed the rows. Normally Mistress Eve trusts me to keep the furrows straight and make the turns but Mistress Karen made constant adjustments to my course and took me through the turns with a firm hand on my reins. I began to get annoyed. It was a great honor to be driven by Mistress Karen, but Ive been a pony long enough to know how to plow a straight furrow, thank you very much.

Wed made a dozen passes through the field when I noticed Mistress Eve standing over Big Boy. She was straddling his face with her boots beside his head. Even from a hundred yards I saw that his penis was rising, which was hardly surprising since Mistress Eve had taken off her shorts and panties. He rolled onto his back and looked up at her pussy. She looked down at him with her hands on her waist. She didnt wiggle her hips or move at all, she didnt have to. His cock continued to rise. The other girls saw it too and gasped in unison. Number Four faltered slightly as she watched that monster grow. Her misstep threw us off a bit, which earned us all a visit from Mistress Karens whip.

Mistress Eve pulled Big Boy to his feet. She brushed the dirt off his skin and straightened his harness and gave his cock a few strokes for good measure. She slipped into her panties and shorts and gave his cock a few more strokes, which brought a groan of envy from Number Two. Mistress Eve put her foot into the stirrup and climbed into the saddle. She waved at Mistress Karen, leaned forward so her breasts were pressing against his head, slapped him on the chest and away they went. We watched until they disappeared from view.

We plowed several more rows.

From the corner of my eye I saw Audrey trying to peek over her shoulder at Mistress Karen. I snorted softly at her and shook my head. She got the message and kept her eyes forward.

Unfortunately Number Two got caught looking. Mistress Karen stopped us, climbed off the plow and very deliberately whacked Number Two across the breasts with her whip. Number Two squeaked and shrank back, then straightened and dutifully presented her breasts for another. She got it. She got a lot more.

Mistress Karen whipped Number Two until she was sobbing in pain and dancing in place. I looked at Number Four, snorted, and then leaned away from Two until the traces were tight. Number Four leaned the other way. Audrey caught on and pressed her weight away from Two until we were holding her immobile between us.

Mistress Karen whipped Twos breasts, back, thighs and buttocks until her skin was bright red, then she switched to a windmill stroke, spinning the whip vertically so fast that it was nearly impossible to see. She ignored Twos chastity belt and the spinning whip got Number Two right between the legs. It made a dull clinking sound every time it hit the metal. Two screamed and had an orgasm. (She told us that she thinks shes become so conditioned to punishment that it didnt matter that the whip didnt actually contact her body. Very Pavlovian). I think she was just incredibly horny after wearing that buzzer on her pussy for two days. Anyway, her legs gave way and she collapsed.

We werent expecting her to fall down. She dragged Audrey off her feet and she landed on the ground. Then Four toppled over and landed atop Two and she became the target of the whip. 

Audrey landed on her back with her feet splayed apart. She struggled to get up, then looked up at Mistress Karen, lay back and opened her legs wider. I was astonished.

Mistress Karen kept the whip going on Number Four but she looked at Audrey appraisingly.

“Have you changed your mind about being scarred?” she asked. “Because if you keep those legs apart it just might happen to you.”

“I want you to scar me for life,” Audrey whispered. A split second later the whip caught her squarely in the pussy!

The whip didnt land across Audreys pussy, it didnt catch the sensitive area beside it, or at the very top of her thighs, it landed between her labia and it went inside!

Audrey screamed and closed her legs. Mistress Karen jerked the whip out and Audrey screamed again.

“Open up,” Mistress Karen commanded. Audrey lay gasping and didnt hear. The whip snapped quickly on the outsides of her thighs, first one side, then the other.

“I said, open your legs!” Mistress Karen said. Audrey tried to obey. She opened them slightly, let out a gasp of pain, and then clamped them shut. Mistress Karens whip created long red welts on Audreys legs. With a supreme effort Audrey managed to spread her knees.

“If you close your legs again I will have you strapped to a cross and Ill whip your pussy so hard that you will go home in a wheel chair,” Mistress Karen told her.

Audrey sobbed and opened her legs wider.

At that moment Mistress Eve rode up on Big Boy. Her eyes widened at the pile of pony girls. Mistress Karen didnt see her and she quickly turned her mount and rode him into a thicket. She must have thought that she was hidden but I could see her clearly through the leaves. She unbuckled Big Boys cock harness and released his arms. She tore off her shorts and panties and tossed them away, then grabbed his collar and pulled him to the ground. He landed between her legs and was thrusting into her before her shorts touched down.

Mistress Karen kept her whip going between Audreys legs until Audreys cries changed from yelps of pain to moans of pleasure. Audrey no longer writhed under the whip, but opened her eyes and looked up adoringly at Mistress Karen. When her orgasm struck Audreys eyes actually rolled back into her head and she fainted. Mistress Karens whip stopped and she looked down at Audrey with a look of satisfaction. She glanced at Number Two and Four who were slowly writhing with their legs entwined. Mistress Karen pushed her hair out of her eyes and stepped back.

The whole time Id stood quietly trying to be a good pony, but I didnt want her to turn and see Mistress Eve fucking Big Boy, so I stepped forward and looked Mistress Karen in the eye.

“You too, eh?” she said. I shook my breasts defiantly, then lay down and spread my legs. Mistress Karen looked up at the sky, took a deep breath, and then said grimly: “You are going to regret that.”

I lifted my hips off the ground.

Mistress Karen threw the whip back, extended her arm, and brought the whip down into my pussy with all her strength. Like Audrey, it went right inside my vagina.

I have never experienced so terrible a pain in my life! Neither have I experienced so wonderful an orgasm.

The nice thing about that orgasm was that I didnt feel any of the other blows. I lay in a daze, I saw Mistress Karens arm moving, I watched the whip land in my crotch, I heard the loud cracks each time it touched my skin, but I felt absolutely no pain, only the pure delight of that boiling orgasm.

I dont know how much time passed but finally the whip stopped. Mistress Karen was soaked with perspiration. She walked to the water jug and poured it over her face.

Mistress Eve led Big Boy back to us with a look of innocent puzzlement on her face.

She was properly dressed and he was back in harness. His eyes were half open and he didnt seem able to focus them. He staggered and his penis was no longer hard, but it swung nicely as he walked. Mistress Eve absently motioned for him to kneel. He went to his knees then collapsed on his face.

Mistress Eve stared at astonishment at her team. We were piled in a heap. I was barely conscious, Audrey was staring up at the sky with her legs still wide apart, Number Two was whimpering from her beating and Number Four was lying very still atop her trying not to attract attention.

“Whats the matter with him?” Mistress Karen asked looking at Big Boy.

“I believe hes worn out,” Mistress Eve answered. “What have you been doing to him today?”

“Humph,” Mistress Karen said. “Well, he has been busy.”

“I think I would give him a rest,” Mistress Eve suggested.

“Youre probably right,” Mistress Karen said. She looked at us. “Clear up this mess and get them back to work.”

She tapped Big Boy with her crop. He raised his head, then wearily climbed to his feet. Mistress Karen looked at his cock expectantly but it didnt rise a bit. She batted it back and forth with her open hand but still nothing. She shrugged and ignoring his reins, she grasped his penis, pulled it to get him moving and led him away. He followed on unsteady legs and was lurching from side to side as they disappeared around the bend in the road.

Mistress Eve unhitched our harness and untangled Number Two and Number Four. She dragged Audrey to her feet and motioned for me to stand. She put us in line and looked us over. We looked terrible. Everyones harness was in disarray, bits were out of our mouths, mud, grass and leaves stuck to our bodies and we were covered in welts.

Mistress Eve looked into Audreys glassy eyes and chuckled. “It looks like you just had an orgasm.”

Audrey looked at her blankly, then nodded.

She looked at me. “You too, huh?”

“Yes Mistress,” I answered. “Just like you.”

“What?”

I nodded toward the thicket. “You werent as well hidden as you thought,” I said.

She looked and saw that I was right. Her mouth formed an O. “Did Karen see?”

“No Mistress, she was busy with us.”


Mistress Eve was in a good mood the rest of the day, (what woman would not have been?) and she took it easy on us.

After she tidied up our harness she let us rest while she dozed under a shade tree. After lunch she put us back to plowing but took it slow with lots of breaks. She hummed to herself as we worked.

We finished for the day and she was walking us out of the field when something in a tree caught my eye. I stopped in my tracks. Mistress Eve flipped the reins but I didnt move. She stepped in front of me.

“Youd better have a good reason,” she said.

I slowly lifted my head and looked up. Everyones eyes followed mine. Number Two couldnt resist a loud snort.

Mistress Eves panties were hanging from a tree limb. Apparently they landed there when she threw them off.

“Oh,” she said. “No wonder I couldnt find them.”

Number Two giggled. So did Four.

The panties were too high for Mistress Eve to reach.

“Ill have to bring a long stick tomorrow,” she said musingly.

“Or hope for high winds tonight,” Audrey muttered.

Mistress Eve struggled not to laugh. She looked at us sternly. “I havent given you permission to speak.

I bowed deeply. “Nevertheless Mistress, I trust you will forgive this humble ponys presumption in suggesting that you might want to cover your chest before we get back to the stables.”

“Why?” she demanded.

“Because you have a bruise between your boobs that perfectly matches the buckle on that big stallions chest,” I said.

She looked down and saw the mark between her breasts. She folded her hands over it, turned without a word and walked toward the stables.

“You know, thats just like getting screwed by a cop,” Number Two commented.

“What are you talking about?” Four asked.

“If you get screwed by a policeman on duty you always get a bruise from his badge,” Two said.

“Well why wouldnt he take off his uniform?” Audrey asked.

“If hes on duty he might have to jump up and rush away to handle an emergency.”

“What could possibly be more important?” Audrey asked.

Mistress Eve was waiting, her foot tapping the ground.

“Giddyup girls,” I said. “Its quitting time.” We followed her home.

A few minutes later Number Two said: “I hope Mistress Eves panties are still there in the morning.”

“Why wouldnt they be?” Four asked.

“The birds might pick them apart to make a nest.”

“Oh, you mean there could be birds living in Mistress Eves panties,” Audrey giggled.

“Why not,” Four said. “I know a few bird brains that live in panties.”

Mistress Eve didnt stop. She didnt even look back at us, but her neck and shoulders were very stiff. I figured that we were in for it when we got back.

Mistress Eve got even with us. She didnt whip us or leave us hanging on crosses all night. It was worse. When she finished washing us she played with our pussies until we were begging to come, then she locked Audrey and me into chastity belts and told Two and Four that she was adding another day to their sentence.





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