years. Amanda was famished – she hadn’t eaten much at all yesterday, so he was glad to record that she’d eaten all of what she was offered and looked around for more. She’d eaten all of the same apple cinnamon yogurt that she’d barely had any of yesterday, so that was marked down as an acceptable flavor for her. Each day she would be offered a different flavor until she’d run through all of what they offered, and whatever she turned her nose up at, she wouldn’t see again.
She was a little bleary-eyed, Ted noted, but that could just be hangover from those three suppositories they’d seated in her bottom again last night. It was a little harder this time, because she’d had a good idea what was coming, but Aaron had taken a very firm tone with her – he was up at her head again and Ted had the good-sized bullets at the ready at the other end. “Mandy!
If you would prefer, we can roll you onto your tummy and wale the daylights out of your bottom to help convince you to behave while your medicine is being administered. Or, you can do the smart thing, the much less painful thing and lie still and it’ll be a little bit uncomfortable and you’ll be feeling full for a while, but it’ll all be over in about five minutes. Regardless of which way you react, you will have all three pills in your bottom before you go to sleep tonight.”
There was no doubt in Amanda’s mind that the two men who had handled her from the beginning were strong enough – in will and body – to do exactly what he said they’d do. So she had sighed petulantly and started to sob softly, which they took as acquiescence. Aaron had praised her for submitting well, as had Ted as he inserted the long, thick bullets carefully up into her tight little hole. She had fussed a little on the last one, but Aaron had stroked her head and Ted her flank, reassuring her that they were almost done. They both considered that she was such a small woman, that she it was probably getting a bit crowded up there, but Ted was able to successfully lodge the third rod inside her.
Once they’d done that, and Aaron had flipped the blinders down so that she was immediately surrounded by complete darkness, and then they had set upon her like a pack of ravening wolves, Aaron at her sore, tender titties and Ted this time eagerly lapping up her pussy juices, bringing her to another earth-shattering orgasm before they let her drift off to sleep.
But at least she hadn’t fainted this time.
That faint had set off every alarm Aaron had owned, when she’d just collapsed within her bonds and slumped over. His first thought was that he’d killed her and that he’d never be able to do that to any female again. But then he saw that her chest was rising regularly, and he felt her pulse and it was fast but steady.
Ted had wandered in at that point, took one look at Mandy and diagnosed the situation immediately, grinning ear to ear as he patted Aaron on the shoulder. “That mare is one hot ticket. If you’re not careful you’re gonna die breeding her – she’ll burn you up.”
Supper and her final grooming had gone well, and to dispel any fear she – and they – might be harboring regarding her orgasms, they brought her off as usual during the grooming session and then again that last time after giving her the pills. Aaron, whose heart had taken a while to start beating again after Mandy had fainted, was tempted to scold her and tell her never to do that to him again, but then he realized what a compliment it was to him and to his abilities, as well as to her ability to respond to him. Apparently he was reaching the stubborn little cuss, and on a very basic level.
She got her normal hour of training in, and was worked extra hard during it to help wear her out before she was brought to the breeding pens. Aaron found that a good bout of strenuous exercise helped a mare work out a lot of natural energies so that, if she was likely to have a problem submitting in the pen, she’d already be too worn out to really fight and thus there was much less chance of injury.
Aaron had chosen a specific time when there would not be a lot of activity around them – the pens were not empty but it wasn’t a situation where each pen was filled with a mare being serviced, either. One pen on either side, each a pen down from them, was being used. Although Mandy was brought out of the corral with her blinders down so that she could not see a thing, she had a good idea where they were going, and of course, she could hear the natural sounds of copulation going on around her when she was brought into the room – the soft slaps of flesh to flesh, the quiet groans of the ponygirls who were being filled. Males at stud at GS Stables – ponyboys – were extremely well-endowed – as were the hands, the trainers, and the grooms, who were all allowed to breed with any of the mares any time they liked, once a mare had been impregnated, or if she was not currently in a breeding program or recovering from foaling. The studs were also trained to be as quiet as possible when they were breeding a mare. They were free, whereas the mare was always bound into a particular position called “breed present”, and they could touch the mare anywhere they liked, but once they achieved their first objective – which was to always always always pleasure the female first – then they were expected to mount the filly and give her a good, slow, full-out fucking and to deposit as much foal-making sperm into her cunt as possible. Studs were encouraged to remain locked into their female for a good long while after actual ejaculation so as to maximize the amount of come that was left in the filly.
When he was done, his handler would take him away, and the female would be given a vaginal plug, then be taken back to her stall to receive a nice warm rubdown with scented oil, after which she would be put down for a rest before lunch.
Mandy began to resist as soon as she recognized where she was being brought and what was going on around her – and made the connection that that was going to happen to her, soon, too. Several tremendous swats with the short, light canes they both carried for this particular mission had her standing stock still, but refusing to go forward, despite the scolding and the administering of even more profoundly painful licks. She was bawling from the searing pain in her bottom, but her feet were firmly planted and she wasn’t going anywhere fast. So the men merely lifted her slight weight with ridiculous ease, and within a minute or so she found herself wide-eyed and completely without her blinders for the first time in a while, and she was in the most shameful position yet: Amanda was fenced in on all sides except her rear by pliant almost rubbery-looking padded bars, although the area directly in front of her only had bars halfway up so that she would be afforded an unobstructed view – of herself. There were floor to ceiling mirrors facing the fillies that were being bred in every single breeding pen in the facility. Not only could Amanda see what was happening to herself, but she could both see and hear what was being done to the females on either side of her. It was awful!
Her head was up and craned back almost to the point of discomfort, held there by the straps attached to her bridle. Although she tested it, she couldn’t move her head an iota. Someone leaned in and swiped something wet and sticky over her eyelids – if she’d been expecting it and could have gotten to it she would have bitten off by that point – and within a few seconds she was finding it harder and harder to close them. The bastards – now she was forced to watch what was being done to her! She could close her eyes if she tried, but it wasn’t easy, and without intense concentration they snapped back open again like window shades on tight rollers.
Her arms were secured behind her, almost forming a V like she was trying to fly, and there were comfy pads on the bars that were up against her shoulders to take her weight off her wrists, but her breasts were left to hang and bobble and bounce. Her back was forced into an acute arch, which pushed her bottom up into the air, and her legs were so far apart that she felt like she was being pulled apart like a wishbone. Her knees were held wide by straps pulling in opposite directions, slim ankles were secured to the floor so that she could not kick.
In effect, she was completely neutralized and ready to be violated, and as she looked in the mirror at herself and the getup she was in, she realized just how helpless she was. She was going to be deflowered like this. And from what she had been able to gather when they talked around her, this was going to be far from her last time in this position. Her heart sank.
Aaron and Ted both stood behind her until Aaron came up to her head, and she was again struck by just how huge they were – or maybe they just seemed that way to someone who was spending the majority of her time on her hands and knees. But they were both tremendously muscular, with bulging arms and veiny forearms and heavily muscled chests.
“I know this must seem very frightening to you right now, Mandy, and I won’t lie to you
– there might be a little bit of hurt when I first enter you, but it’s not much, I promise. I know it’s asking too much, but please try to relax. Ted and I’ll make it as pleasant as possible for you.” He stroked her hair tenderly, and it was his blasted kindness that made her start to cry. He whipped out his ever-present handkerchief and dabbed at her tears since she would have a hard time blinking them away.
Ted patted her back and rubbed it a little. “We will make it pleasant for you, Mandy-girl. You know us. You know what we can do for you.” Oh, God, but she didn’t want to do it here, in front of an audience and a mirror showing all of her facial expressions and – Oh God NO!
