The Riding School (Pony Tales) (5 page)

'
No, no, no,' Jenny whispered, even as her body cried out exactly the opposite. She was fighting her reaction with everything she possessed, but it was like trying to stopper a storm drain with a bath plug - pointless. The floodgates had been opened and the room was filled with her scent. It was the heavy, musky, sweet smell of arousal and it was getting stronger by the second. Her legs were sticky and wet, her body strained against the leather straps and she was already trembling violently.

Mark
's lips stopped his ministrations on her clit to speak. 'We have six inches, Aggie. That'll do.'

He slipped the dildo smoothly out of her ass with an audible pop and there was a quick scratch of pen on paper before the room went silent once more. Then footsteps; loud, heavy footsteps which she guessed were Henrietta
's. The next thing she knew Mark's face was pressed against her ear and he whispered.

'
Do you want to beg for release, horsie?' His words were like a red rag to a bull.

'
Fu...uuuu,' came Jenny's response, which would have been much clearer had Henrietta not just squeezed her jaw open and forced the orange ball securely back in place.

'
We'll have none of that nastiness here, dearie,' said Henrietta disapprovingly, in her sternest voice.

Mark laughed and gave the trainee a pointed look.
'I'll take that as a no, shall I? You'll live to regret that decision.'

Finding a new burst of energy Jenny shook her head, trying to indicate that she would not, but his face had already disappeared once more, disturbingly between her legs. Once again his tongue found her clit and this time he sucked. It produced a much tighter friction than the licking, and the sensation quickly turned to intense pleasure before additional light pressure on her anal passage had her gasping once more.
Something else was being forced inside her. Staying completely still, she tried to evade the object by clenching herself as tightly as possible.

Mark thrust two fingers inside the trainee once more, found the elusive G-spot on the front wall of her vagina and started rubbing enthusiastically. In a few short seconds it achieved the desired effect. She couldn
't keep her body tightly clenched when she was on the knife-edge of release. In a single thrust he part pushed, part forced the slippery object inside her. In this particular instance it was a kindness to be quick. Not that she was going to thank him for it.

Jenny didn
't scream. Although the sound bubbled up inside her she forced it back down again, unwilling to give them the satisfaction of hearing it. It hurt. It bloody hurt. Her sphincter was contracting madly around the device, whatever it was and it
hurt
. That didn't seem to matter though, because the sensation had nearly pushed her over the edge into what promised to be the mother of all orgasms. Her body hummed, throbbed, pulsed and shivered. Just the tiniest touch would send her tumbling. As soon as she thought her body had taken the path of no return, the stimulation stopped. All of it ceased at once. Not a hand, finger or tongue moved. If Jenny had thought denying these three strangers the pleasure of her release would hurt them, she'd had no idea how much it would actually hurt her. Her body trembled helplessly as the agony of sexual frustration overtook every pore. She was unable to hold back a sob of torment and a single tear slid down her cheek. As her chest heaved up and down with the effort needed to draw in breath, she felt her whole body ache with an indescribable pain.

In the background, Agnes sniffed.
'She's going to be a beauty.'

Hetty just shook her head, thinking of all the work that had to be done to get this trainee
's tack ready in double time.

'
Right, that's enough of Mr Nice Guy,' said Mark, giving the small butt plug inside Jenny's ass a little twist. He was rewarded with a grunt and a shudder. The plug had a little tube connected to it which could be used to pump it up in size, which he'd put to very good use later. For now, the slimmest size was more than adequate. 'You're mine for the next three hours and most of them will consist of the ingenious punishments I have been ordered to carry out. You've been a
very
naughty pony.' A wicked gleam lit up his expression.

Through her painful inhalations Jenny
's eyes widened. She'd only been here an hour, two at the most. What could she have possibly managed to do wrong in that time?

'
We need to come to an understanding on the matters of lateness, being rude, swearing, and there is also a stolen credit card that needs to be accounted for.' The riding crop on Master Mark's belt twitched with enthusiasm.

Oh Hell, thought Jenny in dismay; if that was Mr Nice Guy, she wasn
't at all sure she wanted to meet Mr Nasty...

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Learning the Ropes

Finding a suitable four inch collar, he released the leather restraint around her neck. Gently bunching her long black hair into a ponytail, to ensure it didn’t get trapped inside, he quickly fastened the two silver buckles at the rear that would hold it in place. Mark decided that was quite enough of the softly-softly approach. He tugged her hair sharply to get her attention and was rewarded with a grimace of pain. Her glorious blue eyes looked at him and widened like saucers as he spoke...

In Book Two of Pony Tales, Jenny finds herself in the capable hands of Mark, her guide and tormentor for the day. She becomes accomplished in the art of crawling, gets an eye-opening tour of the facility and finds herself intimately displayed for the entertainment of the Riding School Staff. Displayed, touched, fondled and at the mercy of others, Jenny begins to discover what life as a pony girl might entail. She also gets acquainted with the rather aptly named 'Red Room' and finds herself subject to a very thorough spanking.

But Jenny
also discovers there are far more devilish torments than spanking to be found at the Albrecht stables...

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