her pleasured moans and groans… or with his cock buried deep inside her, but then this was a pleasure position, ever a breeding one; mares never faced those who were servicing them – they were only taken from behind.
He pressed his face against her genitals, refusing to use his hands to keep her lips apart, instead he moved his lips and mouth over her until she yielded naturally to his teasing pressure. Once he had her nicely swollen clitty in his mouth, he latched onto it as the source of sustenance it was – it sustained the bond between groom/trainer and ponygirl through intimacy and pleasure; there was little in this life more intimate than to be bound, naked and helpless, with a man’s eager lips and tongue suckling at the most private place on a mare’s body – and this ritual would be repeated innumerable times just within the next six weeks. Usually by that time the mere assumption of a position on her back would cause a ponygirl to cream, but Mandy, as usual, was way ahead of everyone else in the sexual response area.
As Aaron was diligently, luxuriously washing and lapping and suckling at that prominent bump, Ted came in quietly, so as not to disturb the scene of a filly being attended to by her groom. He did as any second in this case was expected to do. He lay down on his stomach in the hay, also, up by Mandy’s torso, taking a firm hold of each of her breasts and massaging them in manner that was extremely arousing but not particularly gentle – in fact it was designed by Aaron originally as a method to help encourage mares to produce milk, and it used a groom’s naturally strong, hard fingers to actively, forcefully stimulate every part of the udders as well as spending a good amount of time agitating those rosy pink teats, pulling and pinching and rolling them, and it did hurt – most of the ponies groaned and keened while they were being forcemilked like this if there was nothing else going on like what Aaron was doing. But in combination with something tickling their cunnies, it made for much harder orgasms, and that’s what Aaron liked his fillies to have – long, hard contractions that wore them out and relaxed them. A sexually satisfied mare was less likely to rebel, so Ted had a feeling that this was going to be an extremely frequent scene in Mandy’s future. Due to her blatantly sexual response to punishment and her tendency to fight against her lot in life – no pony had ever or would ever escape this compound; Aaron had tremendous security at this place, either he or Aaron would probably be at Mandy five to six times a day – especially once Aaron had popped her cherry, which he knew would be done fairly shortly.
Mandy moved restlessly beneath his ministering hands, trying to arch her hips to Aaron’s mouth. Ted smiled slightly, lifting his mouth from her teats to keep up a running monologue as they would throughout her training and beyond as she was being pleasured, to encourage a connection between their deep, resonant voices and her sexual pleasure. Eventually, just his
“wake up, pretty ponygirl,” first thing in the morning would bring her to a low level of sexual arousal that she would stay at all day because of the inherently personal touches and care taking that was done to and for her. “That’s it, Mandy-girl,” he gripped her breasts at the base especially hard, squeezing tightly, bringing the swollen, tenderized nipples to his mouth again so he could raze them with the edges of his incisors. “Come like a good ponygirl. Come in your trainer’s mouth, on his tongue.” He grabbed her wet, taut nipples between his index finger and his thumb, pulling them hard and rolling them as he used them lifted her heavy breasts and shake them like a dog with a plush toy. His cock jumped at the loud groan his action elicited, and he began to repeat it. “Ahhh, yes, I love my job, Mandy. I love being paid – and paid well – to milk beautiful young ponygirls’ breasts and lick their pussies and wash every single part of them and take the cane or the paddle or my palm to their always bare bottoms anytime I think they need it. And you need all of that, Mandy, and that’s what you’re going to get every single day for the rest of your life – lots of pleasure, lots of pain and no control over either.” He adjusted his pinching grip further down on her tender teats, more towards the bottom of her nipples, and continued using them to make her udders shake and jiggle obscenely.
More lovely, long soulful moans as the two men felt her body tensing, reaching quite blindly for the culmination they were both forcing her towards. Ted scrunched himself down a ways so that he could get his mouth right next to her ear as he spoke, but he kept up with his end of things groping and punishing those beautiful boobies as he whispered, “Come now, little one, that’s it. You’ve got two strapping strong grooms here attending to you in all the ways you like
– one man at your teats and the other your snatch. You’ve got a nice sore bottom that’s just gonna get sorer throughout the day, and it’s time to let fly with a good hard come for your masters before we herd you down to the training ring again and work you some more before we feed you dinner and groom you, when we’re going to do exactly this again to you – you’re going to come so much from now on you’re barely going to remember what its like not to be all wet and horny because the next come’s less than an hour away, usually, where we pull your legs up and back like they are now so you’re all exposed to us and helpless and we can really get at your pretty little pussy with our mouths – “
If she had been able to scream, she would have at that moment – her convulsions were total body, yanking at her sky high ankles and writhing in animal heat as Aaron rode her out like a champ, not allowing her to dislodge where he’d gotten a lip lock on her clitty just before she blew. Now he stayed there and forced every last contraction from her body ruthlessly, while Ted saw to her breasts.
They both stopped at the same time and got up, when they’d figured she’d wound down enough. Aaron wiped his face with a handkerchief.
“She’s juicy, huh?”
“Damn, I nearly drown there!”
Ted chuckled. “But what a way to go!”
Mandy was mortified at their comments, her body already flushed with a sex blush, but now suffused with an all over pink because of the way they were discussing her, as if she was an animal – plus they left her hiked up there, legs spread wide, her bare privates out there literally dripping onto the blanket beneath her – she could feel her own gooeyness slithering down her crack and falling off the rounded crest of her cheeks where they hung just a little above the floor.
Within five minutes or so, she had been given a quick but thorough clean up and was back on her feet – well, on her tiptoes, anyway – being walked slowly and painfully to the training ring, driven onwards by light praise and hard smacks from the latest implement to bruise her bottom – leather paddles, one in each of their strong right hands. Her training session was much the same as it had been this morning – lots of swift, cruel swats and occasional praise, but by the end of it she really had caught on nicely.
Aaron pulled her close to him, pressing her cheek to his shoulder as she’d seen Merry do voluntarily. “You did a very good job this afternoon, Mandy-girl. Now go play nice with the other ponies.”
Mandy surprised him by staying right behind him, even though he’d removed the reins from her bridle, although he hadn’t released her arms from behind her back. When he turned to shut the paddock gate, she was right there. Aaron smiled and pushed her gently away from him, back into the enclosure, then secured the gate between them so that she could not get to him. He felt like he had a little shadow, though, because when he moved to the side, Mandy moved to the side. Mandy followed him as closely as she could. She hadn’t even glanced at the herd of four or five fillies that was standing in the middle of the corral under the sunlamps, she just stood right up against the wooden fence and glared at Aaron, who promptly turned his back and walked away. When she could no longer see him – but was still standing right where he’d left her, he was sure – he opened a door and entered an area behind one of the big walls of the enclosure that was an area that allowed him to watch her on the multitude of closed- circuit cameras that were built into nearly every inch of the stables and any and all of the pastures, roads, and buildings on the grounds.
Mandy just stood there, looking after him even though she could no longer see him. Merry approached her again – Aaron made a mental note to reward Mary in the method he knew they both liked best, as well as give her the ultimate reward before she was had dinner – two chocolate kisses. Mares would do practically anything for chocolate, but the only way they could get it around here was to earn it by doing something extraordinary – like offering friendship to his prickly little one, and Merry’d done it twice, so she deserved two kisses.. . of the chocolate variety, anyway.
Merry didn’t try to touch Mandy again at first; she just stood next to her as if she was trying to see what Mandy was seeing. Mandy’s chin lowered to her chest and Aaron’s jaw hardened; he could tell just by her posture and the way her body shook that she was crying. Merry reached out to give the distraught young filly a comforting pat, but Mandy shook it off and went the corner he’d found her in last time to lean against it and continue crying softly – there were microphones everywhere in the complex, also. No ponygirl, no hand, no trainer, no groom was ever really alone. Aaron noted that she hadn’t hissed this time, though; maybe they were making some sort of progress.
