Mandy let out a squeal that was part relief that there would be no more welts raised on those abused titties of hers, but also part aggravation that Ted had left her hanging – she didn’t know which situation was worse – the stinging, burning bee-stung agony of her breasts and nipples, or the achey, agonizing itch to come between her legs. Seconds later, she found herself back on her hands and knees, her head in the stock again – bucking and arching and trying desperately to get out of it as her arms were bound behind her and away from her body – almost as if she was going to be bred – in a position that left those poor tortured breasts hanging down, still within their cruel bindings, making the blood throb through them in the worst pain she had experienced to date.
Aaron hunkered down beside her as the tears tracked down her cheeks. In truth, Mandy was in such aching pain that she couldn’t even moan or groan – the pain in her distended mammaries having eclipsed any pleasure from Ted’s molestation of her pussy. “Now, Mandy, you know that naughty ponygirls in my Stables get punished when they disobey. And you know that you get punished worse than anyone else, don’t you? So you’re going to have to stay like this for a half an hour.” As he spoke, he was reattaching those awful clamps. The condition her breasts and nipples were in made that an absolute agony, but all she could do was cry harder. Then he left her alone with her misery as he and Ted stood outside her stall and waited.
“I’ve never seen anyone like her, boss,” Ted whispered. “You came down on her pretty hard, and those udders are pretty torn up, but she just kept getting wetter through the whole thing!”
“Yeah, she’s an interesting mare, isn’t she?” Aaron was so rock hard he didn’t know if he could stand it. He thought he might have to relieve himself with her, but didn’t want to reward her in any way. He snorted to himself. As explosive as he felt right now, he probably wouldn’t last through the first stroke that carried him into her before spurting his load into her depths! God, she was so tight and wet and hot when he entered her – he’d still kept himself away from her mostly, though. Since he’d bred her for the first time he’d only taken her twice, just to make sure she had time to be completely healed, although he’d inspected her carefully and hadn’t found any evidence of infection or irritation.
Oh, God, those inspections were going to be the death of him, too! Twice a day after she’d been groomed, and again if he’d bred with her, he put her head down low and jacked her bottom up, using flashlights and mirrors and the instruments he trusted the most – his hands and his eyes – to check her out. Mandy hadn’t liked that at all – it had gotten her a good thrashing on her plump bottom afterwards for being excessively fidgety during an inspection.
For the entire half hour, every five minutes or so, one or the other of them went back into the stall to check her heavy, bursting udders to make sure there wouldn’t be any permanent damage. They looked terribly swollen and painful, and indeed even if her agonized moans had died down to whispers, she began to whimper as soon as she saw them coming towards her because she knew they were going to handle those artificially plumped out boobs of hers, and they did, hefting them and pulling them, checking the bindings to make sure they hadn’t loosened at all as they were wont to do while a mare’s breasts were hanging down.
But she was fine for the whole half hour, as they’d known she would be, and when they both came in, Ted began to remove the strips of material while Aaron took out his engorged cock. The unrestricted flow of blood back into her breasts made Mandy groan and writhe with the exquisitely tortuous pain. After moving that luscious tail to one side and determining digitally that even this torture had made her body respond sexually – his fingers were literally drowned in her fluids – he drove into her with one stroke, making her grunt unbecomingly as her newly opened passage was forced to stretch widely to accommodate him as he plunged and withdrew fast and hard, one hand on her hip, the other pressing that terrible tail further into her in a deliberate rhythm with his own weapon, just to make sure his presence didn’t pop it out. All the while Ted was at her breasts. While Aaron was servicing her, he pulled the clamps off her nipples – the hard way – then began to milk and massage her vigorously, which disciplined her nicely because her breasts were already so painful, but it also helped to bring blood back into her flesh, which also hurt her well. It worked nicely all the way around as far as the Stables and her grooms were concerned.
Mandy was beside herself, tormented horribly by the pain in her big, misshapen breasts, but that rod he kept driving up inside her was an even worse threat to her sanity and the way even her bottom hole was occupied and raped – it felt astonishingly good to her, embarrassingly so, making her whole body suffuse with a bright blush at how warm the area around him was growing as he dragged himself in and out of her. She was starting to feel the way she felt when they “attended to her”, bringing her to multiple orgasms several times each day. Oh, God, was there nothing about this situation that didn’t make her want more – more rules, more punishment, more being… bred like an animal?
Just as that familiar tingle was beginning at the bottom of her spine as he slammed his unforgiving girth and length up into her three more times, his balls slapping against the sides of her pussy, but then he arched himself up against her and spent himself deep within her – and she was left – again – with no completion.
The rest of her day was much like the others, yet that much worse because not only was her bottom aflame but her breasts, too, as they danced up and down while she was forced to walk and trot on command. She was loosed with the other ponies with those abused boobs leading the way into the corner she always occupied, still bound as usual; it would be a while before Aaron would allow her the use of her arms around other ponies – more for their own protection than hers. But the others – except for Merry who seemed a glutton for punishment – still stayed away from her, which was exactly as she’d wanted it.
Once she had gotten walking and trotting down in full regalia, she was hooked up to an empty sulky at first – one that had no apparatus for sitting – just so she could become acquainted with how it felt to have something dragging along behind her, and so that she could get used to being guided by the longer dual reins. The bit was a little different – more elaborate – with a pair of reins attached to rings at the sides of her cheeks, and then another pair attached to the another set of rings that came down from the bit to just below her chin. This way Aaron had even more control over her head.
Both Ted and Aaron were supremely impressed with the way she handled herself in the sulky get-up, which was often frightening for a filly at first, but Mandy performed as if she was born to it… until Ted attached the bearing rein. A bearing rein was used on horses drawing smart carriages in the past – it forced the beautiful beasts to arch their necks while they pulled, which made a prettier display, but made it harder on the horses to do what was required of them. In the case of a pony girl, it pulled their heads back at a rather awkward angle, which appealed to the ponygirl owners and breeders because it accented the sleek lines of their bodies, packaged and paraded as they were, as well as putting those marvelous udders in magnificent relief as they wobbled and jiggled their way around the ring. Essentially, it forced the poor girl to lead with her chest, which did made it somewhat harder to pull.
Mandy had a terrible time of adjusting to it – she was thrown completely off stride. Aaron and Ted could both see that she was close to tears but they knew she was trying to please them, having enjoyed her earlier successes and the lavish praise it brought. Neither of them ever punished true effort. They stood in front of the proud, beautiful, yet agitated animal together, as a team, where they knew she could see them even with her blinders on. Ted caught her attention through the haze of her tears.
“Mandy.”
She focused her eyes on them, and watched with astonishment as they each cast their crops to the side. “We will help you learn to do this and you need have no fear of punishment as long as we see that you are genuinely trying to learn.” They both came very close to her, Aaron cupping a wet cheek and Ted a soft shoulder. “We know this isn’t easy and it’s an awkward stance, but we know you can do it and we will do everything we can to help you get it. If you can learn this, we believe you’ll walk out of that show ring with your conformation title on your first try out.”
And they did. The implements went right back into their hands as soon as the training sessions were over, but while she was trying to accustom herself to pulling the cart – eventually with Aaron in it and once with Aaron and Ted in it – she heard suggestions and encouragement and praise, and only felt very, very occasional hand smacks to her bottom. That first day when she tried so hard to please them and didn’t necessarily do the best job of it, once they’d gone around the ring a few times using helpful encouragement and praise, Aaron and Ted had gotten her out of the sulky contraption and had done something that made her cry harder than anything they’d done to her before – they’d hugged her tightly.
Aaron had done it first, pulling her into his arms and crushing her against him, whispering into her ear how proud he was of her and that she was going to knock them dead in the ring. Ted had done and said roughly the same thing, telling her how beautiful she’d looked, even though Mandy knew she’d looked as awkward and clumsy
