Training A Pony Girl

An eBook By Paul Blades.

It was after the luncheon walk that the trainers and some of the stable boys had got to drinking. Maddy heard them laughing and joking, almost obscuring the muffled moans of the ponies that they were abusing. Maddy cringed when she heard her stall door open behind her. A man leaned under the rail over which she was partly bent and released her chain from the wall. Her ankles were undone and she was led by the nose out to the common area of the barn. The men had spread a large cloth over the floor and two ponies were in the middle of it. Maddy could see the forms of their pale white naked bodies and their melded mouths through the small holes in her hood. Their gags had been removed. They were kneeling, their chests pressed together, and were engaged in a passionate kiss, their blue, featureless, expressionless faces conjoined at the mouth. The men were seated around the ponies, laughing and joking as the ponies' mouths worked hungrily, their pretty pony breasts rubbing against each other's.

When the men saw Maddy, they gave a little cheer of approval. One of the men rolled out a wooden frame. Maddy felt her self pushed down over onto it. Her torso was bent over on top of a three foot wide, padded board. There were round cut outs in it, placed strategically so that her melon sized breasts fell right through. Her legs were spread and her ankles affixed to the bottom corners of the frame. Her head went through a little slot, and her collar was tied in place.

The finishing touch was when her gag was removed and a wide, rubber ring gag was forced into her mouth. Her collar kept her mouth poised at just the right angle for penetration.

Maddy struggled at her confinements, frantic at the prospect of her impending gang rape. She felt a hand fondle her hairless nether lips, running a finger between them, coaxing her pussy to lubrication. One of the men stepped in front of her and withdrew his thick, turgid cock from his pants. He grabbed her long, chestnut colored ponytail and presented his hardened meat to her lips. Maddy's body tensed as she prepared to receive his thrust. All she could see of him was his manhood and his denim clothed legs, a pair of rough, khaki boots. He teased her by rubbing his cock along her distended lips. She heard that word again, 'molnya', mixed in with other unintelligible sounds.

Behind her, the unknown hand that was manipulating her proffered sex, thrust its fingers deep within her. She gave an involuntary moan as her pussy welcomed the thick digits. The cock at her mouth pushed inwards, depressing her tongue. Futilely, bordering on panic, the young pony's body shook. The unknown man pushed his cock past the edge of her throat and descended within. She could feel her esophagus expand as it made way for the thick, hot meat. The man groaned with pleasure as he felt his prick enveloped.

Maddy continued to be enflamed by the relentless hand at her pussy. She was utterly helpless to prevent her passion's rise. As her head was forcibly drawn slowly up and down on the cock that cruelly pierced her mouth, the hand behind her was removed. She felt a hardness press aside her nether lips and delve between them. Hands fastened themselves on her pale, round hindquarters. As the heat of the stiff cock mingled with hers, she moaned, in frustrated pleasure. The cock behind her slowly pressed on, dragging across her hardened clit, until she felt it buried inside her to the hilt.

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