This big guy came across the ring under the control of two handlers. It was clear he knew me and knew what to expect with me. I came around the wooden pony to get up on it as usual. They led this stallion up behind me as I was getting into position he reared up, snorted, and mounted me. Five or six lunges later he found my wet vagina and went to work.
I could tell he wasn’t going to take much time; he had been outrageously aroused ever since seeing me across the ring. I felt him start to unload and I could not help myself, once again I began moaning with a climax. The only problem was...this time one handler quickly pulled the stallion’s organ out of me and drove it into a tubular mitten he had in his left hand. The horse reared up but there was nothing he could do. His fertile sperm was all being delivered into the device rather than my body where he wanted. I was left lying across the wooden pony in complete frustration.
The audience was roaring their approval as the ring master came across to snap a lead on my collar, cover me with a small horse blanket, and lead me out of the arena. My white robe covered most of me but I knew Travis’s brandings showed clearly. The stallion was rearing and whinnying and pulling toward me as he was taken off in the other direction. Our Friday night show was over.
My room seemed friendly for the first time. I had performed of my own accord and that level of freedom felt so good. I made my way to the bathroom, threw the white gown in a clothing chute I had found, and went into the shower. I smelled like a mare, but I was getting used to it. I washed from head to toe, noting that my vagina was enlarged and damp with horse semen.
Finished with the bathroom duties, I took a pill provided, and dropped into bed nude with the normal hand towel up between my legs.
It was Monday before I was next visited by Travis. He came in early when the little thug delivered my breakfast. I was wearing a pretty blue gown that had been provided that morning. I immediately stood knowing he would want me to take it off. Instead he motioned for me to join him at a little table that had been brought in at some point. He was on a mission and he started right in.
"I got a real good thing going with you now girl. You know why I got nutted that night at Bobby’s well what you don’t know is that right away I put about arranging my revenge. And, this is it. Bobby always thought you were the most special piece of ass he had ever known...well that’s over. I sent him some tapes of you entertaining my stallions and flaunting your branded flanks to the gamblers. I was going to use the one with you decorated like a mare, but the other one with you in the white outfit was so much better at getting me what I wanted. It showed how you were fully cooperating; offering your pretty branded ass to my stallions.
Well, Bobby saw that tape and shit. With that one video tape I got all the revenge I could have dreamed of. They tell me he went ballistic for a while, but when he calmed down he came to reality. No way, he could change things. You were now one pretty princess with my brands deep in your ass and you were willing breeding with my horses.
He had his little shitty kid get in touch with me and tell me he understood. Nutting me and been a terrible thing to do. He said he was done with you when he set your ass free to go home. He understood why I did what I did to you when I caught you. He thought I was entitled to some revenge for your having me nutted. He even wants to come up some weekend for a show.
How do you like all that, Caroline. You now officially belong up here at my ranch. You belong to me and I got big plans. We are scheduling two shows in the arena for you every week from now on. The rest of the time you are going to help my handlers with the stallions. They got a nasty dangerous job extracting the semen from these big guys. It’s sold for big bucks for the artificial breeding. These special stallions I have are really the stock these horse owners want, but as you know, they so rough they can kill a little mare. You can think good things about what you going to do...you make life much easier for a lot of pregnant mares.
If you don’t perform well for me I have an alternative for you. I am not going to mention it unless I need to. You understand?"
I was shaking all over. I knew what he could do. I was already a victim of it. I just nodded.
"My handler will be over here to get you in about an hour. Be ready."
WORKING THE HERD
As he told me, a tall black guy showed up at my room about an hour after Travis had gone. It was clear from the moment he walked in that he was in charge and knew all about me. Without a word, he walked over to me. He turned me around, bent me over, lifted my gown over my back, brought out his member, and entered me. He was outrageously horny. He delivered after fifteen strokes. When he was done he backed away, my gown fell back into place and he stood there smiling at me.
"That was good woman. You going to work for me now and it look like we are going to get along great. That is a nice unit you got there. No wonder my herd came from your arena show all charged up. They were a happy bunch after the shows they were in with you.
Here, I brought you a working outfit. Put it on."
He stood there watching as I slid out of the blue gown and into the short brown skirt and beige blouse he handed me. His eyes were wet with horny emotion as he stood there watching me. I was far beyond seeking any privacy. I knew what Travis wanted and I saw nothing to be gained by fighting this guy.
When I was finished he walked me out the long hallway into the daylight, the across a small courtyard into his Jeep. Ten minutes later we arrived in front of a very attractive barn. I got out as he came around to snap a lead onto the gold band around my neck. He was carrying a short riding crop and made sure I saw it. He turned and walked toward the entrance with me behind him.
He opened a sliding barn door and we walked into and immaculate horse operation. Horse stalls surrounded an exercise center yard. There were five stall boxes on three sides with four and the entry where we walked in.
I could tell that I was recognized as I walked in. At least a half dozen of the stallions set up a ruckus in their stalls.
Jeb, my handler, looked at me with a smile,
"They love you woman. That’s good. That’s why you are here. These stallions are kept here for one reason and it is not that show you going to do. They are busy big boys for me. They are special horses called trotters. We take them every other day for their semen. They are very special guys, and there stuff is sold frozen at a very high price. The ten oldest in here have over three hundred fifty healthy colt to their credit."
"Now here is how it goes for you. Our customers want the colts these guy sire. We breed artificial because these big boys will ruin a mare getting to her. A mare will put up a fight and when these guys are ready they will mount her viciously if she plays around with them. Some of these expensive mares have been killed.
Historically, we get their semen by tying them up tight, enticing them a little with a mare outside the fence then putting a shocker up their ass and whapping them on the big gland in there. They hate it but makes them pump out the semen into our "catcher’s mitt".
Problem is it gets more and more dangerous and difficult. These boys are smart cookies. They learn to hate us and hate the process.
So here is where you come in. We have a breeder who took us down to Mexico where they use a girl to help things. We studied how they do it and we like the results. So when Travis get you he tested things. He made his test into a show so he could make some jack off of it. Everything with you tested real good during that show.
You will go into the breeding room with me. We will clean you up and you will go over what we call the barrel. We throw a horse blanket over you and lead a big boy in. He will sense you want it and won’t fight and kick so he come over you gentle. It’s simple. It will go just like with that last stallion in your first show. He goes to work on you until my man takes what he wants with the "catcher’s mitt". You do a couple three of them and your bills are paid for a while with Travis. You go back to your pretty room."
He looked at me and had to notice I was shaking all over.
"Come on now, let’s get to it, we got two of them all cleaned up and ready for you."
He took the short lead to my collar and walked toward a door in the far wall. I was dizzy with concerns. I could hear several of the horses stomping around and acting up in their stall boxes as they sensed I was moving out of the arena.
Through the door we walked into a smaller room with the barrel device right in the middle. It was somewhat like the wooden pony only broader like a barrel. He walked me up behind it and pointed,
"You know what to do...get your ass on it. I stood frozen for just a moment. I was filled with guilt, concern and doubt. I was allowing myself to get scared silly when he tapped me on my right flank with his riding crop.
"Sister you don’t want to know how much this can hurt. Get on there."
I went onto the device on my tummy without a pause.
He lifted my skirt over my back. My branded bottom was left bare and elevated. He put a horse blanket over my back
There was a rustle and I turned to see two black trainers coming in with a beautiful brown stallion on leads between them. This big boy knew me and knew why I were there.
Jeb took his entire right hand and swiped some lubricant up between my legs. The stallion was lead up behind me; held securely so he could not jump as he mounted. His padded hooves went on either side of me right against my branded breasts. As he came down on my back he snorted and drove his very ready organ at me twice and he was into my vagina. It was one smooth move. He felt so good in there. His erect organ went all the way to my cervix on the first thrust. He came at me just four times before I felt the first of his semen hit me. Right away His enlarged organ was abruptly pulled out of my body and slipped into the mitt held by the trainer on my right side.
The stallion and I shared a horrible moment. He was kicking, bucking and snorting as his testicles pumped into the "catcher’s mitt. There was no question where he wanted it to go.
For me, I was left over the barrel with the most unsatisfactory feelings coursing through me. I really needed that animal. I had to admit it. What he had been doing to me drove me nuts.
The two black guys led that beautiful stallion away, snorting and pawing at the ground.
Jeb put his riding crop against my right branded flank and told me to remain over the barrel. Another stallion was led in by two new black handlers. Jeb straightened out the horse blanket on my back and gave my bare bottom another touch of the riding crop. I froze in place. The second horse mounted me. There was no question this time. He had developed such an erection as he came across the room toward me and I needed what he was going to do to me.
I moved up a bit so his very long hard organ could find its place at my vagina right away. Once, twice and he was deep in me against my cervix. He went to work and I started to whimper terribly loud. I was having a massive sexual buzz.
Thoughts started to sweep over me that made things even more erotic and my turn on even greater.
I gave birth to a very big, black, baby just a couple week ago so my vagina and cervix are not as tight. That is why these big stallions can take me and I enjoy it. Are they opening me even more? They are about three times as big around as some of my black breeders, but oh so very much longer. After these stallions will I ever be the same again?
Also I have not had a period since the baby. Am I overdue? Am I fertile? What does that mean when I am getting so much horse semen in me?
I am snapped out of my erotic thoughts by the biggest climax possible. I moan and scream as this stallion snorts time after time and delivers, ramming deep into me. This time they did not take him away. They allowed him to put everything into me. He continues as long as he wants. Finally, he pulls from me with the sucking sound I now understand and drops down behind me. I lay on the barrel exhausted, my vagina and womb filled by this stallion.
Jeb brings the back of my skirt over my bottom and moves up beside me. I turn just as they lead the big brown stallion out the door. The big boy is looking back at me still shorting.
Jeb laughs,
"That big boy really is in love with you. Down in Mexico I learned that the easy way to get these guys off is to let them go for it every now and then. It really pisses them off when we grab them away when they ready to drive it all into their filly. That is why trying to do them over an old leather barrel got really hard. They got more and more pissed and wouldn’t produce. With you they really get to do it and love takes over. They ready to produce for us when they come through the gate and see you.
Jeb gave me a light whack across the flank with the crop. It stung like furry.
"You’re done for the morning. I want you over there in the clean up room where the handlers will take care of you."
He waived his crop toward my flank and I moved quickly toward the gate on the end of his lead. He led me into a small area where the last stallion was held with two leads tied to opposite walls. Two of the handlers were just finishing his rub down.
Jeb and I stood for a few minutes until they released the stallion and one of them led him away. The other came toward me and without speaking buckled a leather band around each of my wrists. By the time he had finished the other handler had returned. One stepped to each side of me and snapped a lead to the wrist band on that side. Jeb led me into the middle of the room where the concrete floor was all sloped toward a big drain.
In moments I was in the same position as the horse ahead of me. My arms had been extended and tied off by the leads to opposing walls. Jeb took my head lead and tied it off on the front wall. I couldn’t protest. He constantly swung the riding crop about and I now knew what that felt like.
I was fixed in exactly the same position as the stallion had been. The trainers put leather bands around my ankles and Jeb lifted me slightly as the two trainers pulled my legs apart with leads that were also attached to the opposing walls.
Jeb came around behind me and gave my left branded buttock a light warning brush with his riding crop.
"Do what these guys tell you to do. They are used to handling the horses in here so believe me they can handle you. Don’t go up against them and you will be just fine."
With that he reached up to my blouse and with one tug removed it. He reached for the waist band of my skirt and it followed my blouse into a trash bin. They had been ruined by the stallions.
I stood there completely nude as Jeb turned and walked out of the room and the two trainers approached me; one with a tall bucket of soapy water then other with a common garden hose.
I was being treated exactly like a horse.
One trainer went back came up behind me pulling a clear plastic hose with an attachment on the end that looked like a two foot sausage with a rubber sword hand shield. He said the first word either had muttered when he told me to bend forward. I didn’t move. He brushed my right flank with the riding crop he kept in his belt. I bent as far as I could while he inserted the unit deep into my vagina from behind. He turned to his fellow trainer,
"She took this better than the fillies do; no kicking or jumping around. She handled this real good. Do you want me to give her anything special after a normal warm wash out?"
His partner looked at him with a smile,
"Nothing more required; but you can give her anything your little pecker desires after you finish. The boss just wants all that all cleaned up to help her stay fresh for the big boys."
With that I felt him begin a torrent of water into my body. It drove me insane. I swear the rounded tip of it fit right against my cervix; such that it pressured the fluid deep into my womb. They kept me bent forward such that I could see my stomach being distended by the pressure. He began to pull the device briskly in and out and back and forth washing my vagina; a torrent of fluids flooded from my body into the floor drain.
I couldn’t move, but very quickly I had no desire to move. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever even imagined. I have to admit I had a remarkable climax; not nearly as big as those with the stallions, but certainly enormous.
When he finished inside me he stepped back and his partner drenched me with warm water from head to foot. Sponges and a soft hand brush came out of their bucket and the two of them scrubbed everywhere. Warm water flowed over my entire body. Soap was added to my mane...hair...and it was washed as well. Not a spot on my body was missed.
Finally they dried me thoroughly with clean towels and applied a starchy powder all over me while going using soft brushes.
When I was finished both of them looked at me from a distance with smiles began taking pictures with their cell phones.
I was still constrained by the five leads going to the walls. The smaller of the two came up in front of me and lifted my enlarged beasts. I was pleased that even with his touching them, the brandings did not hurt. He played with them freely and for the first time I noticed an erection through the fabric of his blue overalls.,
"Just wanted to make sure you were dry underneath these beauties."
He offered with a smile.
My morning at the breeding palace was finished. Jeb reappeared with a short lead, and I was released from the wash room. He threw a light horse blanket over my shoulders and walked me back to his jeep.
Minutes later I was back in my room across the horse farm. Someone had brought in sandwiches. I ate and then tumbled into bed for a quick afternoon nap.
My mind was calm which allowed me to fully realize how horny I really was. I was one very strange girl now...actually more trotter mare than female girl. This morning two stallions had been terribly aroused when they sensed I was in their presence and then sexed me. One was allowed to finish everything deep in my body. When finished with them, I was washed and taken care just as a filly would have been had she been used to entice a couple breeding stallions.
Sleep came over me like a black warm blanket.
THE SPECTACULAR
It was late afternoon when I was awakened by Jeb standing beside my bed. His ever present riding crop was used to brush my back. He simply told me to get up, eat what the trainers had brought me and get dressed in what he had piled on my dresser. I did as I was told. That riding crop had made an indelible mark on my memory.
The tea has something in it. I drank it quickly and immediately felt a bit tipsy wild. The food was great.
The outfit he brought for me is worth mentioning. It included fancy cowboy boots with noisy steel plates on the heels. A vest like top made out of buckskin with tassels. It came around under my arms but no further. I was completely open in the front displaying my enlarged branded breasts. It did protect my back down to just below my waist. There was nothing for my lower body, but there was a lightweight horse blanket that I could throw around my shoulders and it covered me to my knees.
I sat on the end of my bed and waited for Jeb to come back. The drug in the tea kept making me sillier and sillier. Finally, I could sit no longer. I stood and started to move around the room to music from the TV.
Finally Jeb came in and snapped a short lead to my collar. He said nothing just touched my flank with the riding crop when he was ready for me to move. I move quickly as he led me out of the room and down the main hall that led to the show arena. The steel plates on my boots made each step resonate like a horses hoof.
He took me into the small room that I already knew so well from the first show when the bound me to the wooden pony and branded me. This time it was altogether different. Two black guys came in. one took off my blanket and the leather vest. I was standing there nude in my cowboy boots.
The one black trainer threw a full bridle over my head complete with a bit and two long leather reigns. He brought the bit up against my mouth and when I did not open I received a firm strike on my flank from Jeb’s riding crop. My mouth popped open and the bit was brought back between my jaws while a strap was buckled behind my head holding it firmly in place.
The other trainer threw a leather harness over my head and down onto my shoulders. He buckled it into place. The wide horse collar around my neck was connected to by two leather straps that crossed between my branded breasts to a cinch around my waist. They ran from the sides of my horse collar across my front down to the sides of the waist cinch. These straps separated and exaggerated my breasts as they crossed in front of me. Two additional wider straps came down my back. There were two leather traces that hung beneath my arms on either side.
Leather cuffs were buckled around my wrists and short leather leads from each were snapped to rings on each side of the horse collar. My arms were drawn up tightly and I could not lower them.
Finally, a brown sarong was wrapped around me at the waist. It was very thin but it covered me down to mid thigh.
My hair was brought down my back in a stiffened mane and finally a decorative tiara was added to the top of my head with leather pieces that extended upward. They were covered with small sleigh bells and tassels.
There was no mistake, I was a cart pony.
Jeb removed his lead to my collar and a very colorfully dressed black jockey took the reins to my bridle and walked ahead of me leading me out of the room and down the hall toward the arena. He was dressed like a professional jockey in silks with riding pants and black boots
Down the hall toward the arena loud rap music and ruckus laughter got louder.
The jockey stopped me right outside the arena door and a very colorful sulky cart was pulled up behind me. The shafts were attached to my harness and traces from my harness were drawn back and attached to the cart whiffletree.
The door to the arena swung open. In one move the little black jockey jerked the sarong from around my waist and vaulted into the cart behind me.
I received a strike on my branded flank from his long whip. It hurt like hell. I screamed and vaulted forward into the arena.
The thugs in the surrounding bleachers went wild.
It was the most humiliating position you could imagine. I was essential nude. The traces were connected to my harness in such a manner that I had to lean way forward to move the sulky. My enlarged, branded, breast; exaggerated by the crossing leather straps, hung in front of me. My branded flanks were bare for all to see behind. And, the final humiliation was the sleigh bells on my head that rang and jingled with each step I took.
I had gone just a short distance into the arena when there was a drum roll, louder circus music started and I got my first order from the jockey,
"Prance, you are going to prance." And with that I heard his long whip snap in the air.
I pranced out toward the middle of the arena. The metal plates on my boots struck the floor with the sound of a pony hoof. The black thug audience roared. The drunken din in the room became unbearable.
I tried to turn back to get out. The bit was wrenched into my mouth and the long whip landed on my right flank with a snap that could be heard everywhere. The thugs roared with laughter as I turned back toward the middle.
In the middle of the arena I was stopped and then slowly turned for all the black thug spectators to enjoy. I was turned around and around as the music got louder.
I was eventually driven over to the fence and required to circle just inside the fence.
The music got faster and I got my second order from the jockey,
"Pick it up... I want a trot or you will feel my whip again."
I heard his long whip snap in the air beside me and I really picked up the pace.
To do that I had to bend forward even further moving my bare branded flanks back even closer to the Jockey. The shafts from the sulky cart were quite short. He had a clear access to strike my branded flank any time he wanted.
The cart and jockey were light but you can’t imagine the work running at a trot with them attached.
After several circuits of the arena a gate opened and one after another these young fillies were released to run with me.
Another gate opened and the wooden pony was pushed into the middle of the arena.
The jockey stopped me right by the wooden pony as the fillies continued around the fence. He gathered his reins up as he got out of the cart and came to my head. He spoke into my ear.
"We are going to unhook the sulky now. We are going to leave the harness on you for later. Get on that pony like you done before and take what comes your way. Do you understand or do I have to give you one more reminder with this whip before I leave?
I nodded ...no, and the bells on my head rang freely.
The sulky cart was unhooked and rolled out of the arena. My arms were released. I mounted the wooden pony with my feet up on the jockey pegs and my bottom in the position.
The music came to a stop and an extended drum roll began. I knew what was coming and I had no fear anymore regarding this stallion.For an eighteen year old girl to be in this position was humiliation beyond understanding. These stallions were the only living thing that treated me kindly and did not humiliate me.
The main gate opened and a brown stallion stepped into the arena. He was very aroused. His member hung down within an inch of the floor. Strangely he did not charge at me. I recognized him. He had sexed me several times before. The crown roared as he walked directly toward me without so much as a glance at the three fillies over near the fence.
Rather than coming up behind me he came up to my face. I lifted my right hand and stroked him on the forehead as he brought his beautiful muzzle up against my neck. His erection was so obvious but he wanted to be close to me first.
He stood and nuzzled me for several minutes before he moved around me, mounted me forcefully and began the dance I was so familiar with.
Moments later I lifted slightly to make the alignment perfect and he drove into me as only a full blooded stallion can do. I moaned loudly with ecstasy. The audience broke loose with a stunned response. They were watching a small blond school girl willing breed with a two thousand pound stallion trotter horse.
I could feel him way deep in my body. I was convinced that my vagina and uterus had not returned to normal after birthing that big black baby and now these stallions had altered me considerably. They had move my cervix and opened it to their desire
His weight was tolerable. His body gave my nudity some privacy. He stroked into me wildly time after time as the music intensity increased. Finally, he unloaded. Oh! My!
His semen flooded me. His snorting and my moaning gave the audience the sound effects they wanted.
They could all sit there assured that a woman can be fucked by a horse. That is what Travis wanted to show Bobby. That is what Travis wanted to prove my decadence. That is what the black audience wanted.
The stallion came off of me and stood beside me with his limp unit hanging to the floor. I slowly dismounted from the wooden pony to stand beside him. The audience of thugs went wild as I turned us together to put our branded flanks on display.
The black thugs outside the fence continued the ruckus as we turned together time after time.
I looked down and realized that I was retaining all that this big horse had put in me. My body was now able to adjust to the enormity of his member, the depth to which he entered me, and the amount of his semen deposited. I had sealed his massive deposits inside.
I was lost in a haze until the ring master came out of the gate and walked toward us brandishing his riding crop.
He snapped a lead onto the stallion and then turned to snap a similar lead onto me. The music tempo picked up as he led us toward the gate. The thugs laughed and roared their approval. Just before the gate he stopped us and turned us together so our matching branding were obvious.
We walked out. A trainer took the stallion in one direction toward the stalls, while the Jeb took me in another toward the famous little room.
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