those udders for me again. Maybe while it’s running into her we could see if we could pleasure her again? I’d be very interested to see if we can make her come while doing something she’s probably not going to like.”
Kyle showed her everything he was going to use on her – the clear tubing, the bag which had already been hung, and a bardex nozzle, to help her hold the solution once it was up inside her. The Bardex was interesting looking but she did not really believe that he was going to put it up inside her until she saw him doing exactly that in the mirror as Aaron stood behind him, holding her head back hard with the reins.
She could feel the folded yellow balloon being inserted up into her. It was moments like this that she most felt the constraints of her captivity. Now, she was pregnant and bound and helpless as a balloon was pressed into her bottom to forcefully deliver a large enema into her bowels that she would not be allowed to expel until whatever time they chose – that’s what the Bardex did – it wrenched control of her bowels from her, on top of everything else she’d lost control of since she’d been kidnapped and held here. Now she was going to give birth – not at her own behest, but because she’d been impregnated by a man who raped her at will – and she had grown to like it – to like all of it!
The tears started then, drenching Ted’s forearms as he hefted her breasts in his big hands.
“Here’s the click,” Kyle announced, and Mandy could feel the solution draining into her as she began to sob in earnest. Ted took to massaging her hard and firm, then Kyle rubbed both gloved hands in KY and set them on her clitty, using the same technique as before for a while, then pressing the fingers of one hand up into her pussy as he rubbed her, so that she was being filled in both holes at once. “When the cramps come, Mandy,” Kyle spoke to her as if he wasn’t rolling her clit between his thumb and forefinger and he didn’t have his hand up her cunt,
“breathe fast to get through them, like this,” he demonstrated what he wanted, but could feel her tense up anyway.
Despite the cramping, Kyle had her coming practically at will, although she was crying at the same time. “God, she is just magnificent, isn’t she?” he said as she hit orgasm number four during this horrible, embarrassing procedure. “Watch the bag get smaller, Mandy. All that good medicine’s going right up your butt where it belongs.”
The bag drained into her at a steady pace, and when it was empty, he rolled back the clamp. “Now, you hold it for fifteen minutes while we play.”
And they did. Ted and Kyle brought her off another three times as she was forced to hold her water until they decided to allow her to expel.
Mandy had thought that she had been ashamed before – but this experience brought that to new heights entirely.
Mandy’s experience in the foaling stables was unbelievable. Because she was in foal, and everyone around knew it even if she wasn’t showing yet, she could be bred to any man passing by. And she was. Her training schedule was more an exercise schedule now, and pretty gentle at that, but she could be and was still punished at any man’s will. Nearly every man that saw her, if he didn’t have a pony of his own with him, ordered her to “breed display”, and she found herself forced to copulate everywhere but the hallways, where Aaron banned it because of traffic flow. But he stood right there and got her into that position so that several big, brawny men could fondle her – it was still a requirement, even in a casual setting rather than at a breeding pen, that she be brought off before she was taken by any man – then mount and fuck her until they were through. So her usual four to six orgasms jumped to more like ten to twelve merely because she was in foal and had been moved to the breeding barn. There was barely a time when she wasn’t full of a groom’s cock, or a hand’s, or that she wasn’t in the process of being brought to ecstasy. Her time became a haze of sexual pleasure, because Ted and Aaron were still attending to her, also, as frequently as they wanted to, which was very frequent.
It took several weeks for the novelty to wear off, but even then, she was still stopped often in the paddock after her exercise and before Aaron put her out with the girls. Her popularity didn’t die down even though she became grossly swollen with her pregnancy, either, as a matter of fact, when her milk began to come in early, as the Stables wanted because they could sell the stuff and get good money for it, she became even more popular, everyone wanting a drink of the stuff, which they took without asking whenever they saw her, and which she, of course, had to endure without a sound or a movement of protest as they squeezed her breasts and remarked at the sweetness of her milk.
At first, Aaron had milked her himself, but that got to be too time consuming, so she was hooked up to the milking machine that drained her dry twice a day, morning and evening while she was being groomed. There really wasn’t a reason to massage her breasts any more – they would be kept producing milk until she was no longer being bred, some ten to fifteen years from now.
Mandy hated the machines, and Aaron and Ted both knew that, but they were a necessary evil. Now, when she was given her morning and evening pleasure, it was to the sounds of her own milk splashing rhythmically into huge metal pails – every morning and every evening, without fail – with one exception, just a week or so before she gave birth. Mandy was naughty and tried to refuse to service a groom that she had taken a disliking to – for whatever reason. Aaron was furious, putting her into the “breed display” position instantaneously, and apologizing to the man profusely throughout the whole thing, promising that she would be severely punished and that he should be sure to use her whenever he wanted her. But he didn’t want to spank her so close to her delivery date. So he settled for an insidious punishment that wouldn’t leave a mark on her body – he salted her lunch and her dinner, which made her thirsty, so she drank a lot more water than she usually did. That water went right to her udders in the form of milk.
That night, she was groomed and massaged as usual – except her breasts, and she was not brought off – she was brought to the brink and left. And she was most especially not milked. She was, however, left on all fours in the head stocks, bound with her arms back, pads around the stock supporting some body weight on her shoulders since her arms were tied back and out from her sides. Her full, swollen udders hung down and continued to fill to overflowing until the milk began to dribble out of them into the steel pails Aaron had positioned beneath them, only what little milk she was able to express was constantly being replaced by more and more and more.
It was the most miserable night of her life, and when Aaron came to see her in the morning to release her for breakfast, he brought the groom she had refused. Aaron deliberately took every single restraint off her – taking her out of the headstock, releasing her ankles except the hobbles and her wrists caught behind her. Then he had the man take her, hard and fast and with absolutely no preliminaries, making those sore, swollen breasts jog painfully back and forth with the force of his thrusts – he had her bawling within the first few strokes, and he had a groom’s ability to last and last and last. Mandy had never felt more raped since she’d gotten there.
When the man, whose name was Jed, was done and zipping up his jeans, Aaron said loudly, “You have an exception with this mare. You have no need to pleasure her before you take her. I have no idea what her problem is, but she insulted you and she insulted me, and for as long as you work here, you are released from a groom’s need to pleasure the mare he’s with before he breeds her. You take her any time you like up until she foals, then after her down time to recover, I want you to be the first man to breed her once she’s declared fit to be bred again. I’ll let everyone know at the meeting today.”
Aaron let her eat her breakfast, then he groomed her, and the very very last thing he did for her was milk those poor bedraggled breasts. The milking hurt terribly, too, and she cried all through it, but Aaron was not in the least sympathetic, and neither was Ted when he arrived. She was exercised in the ring very gently but with little praise, and tears were ran down her face the whole time from the pain in her breasts.
Aaron didn’t seem to forgive her for her transgression no matter how good she was for the next week or so, until her water broke, and then he seemed to forget that she’d ever been naughty in her lifetime at his Stables. Aaron had assisted at a lot of births, and he remained by Mandy’s side through the whole of this one, also – stroking her hair and encouraging her and praising her for her beauty and her courage and her feistiness and telling her how proud he was of her even though she was naughty some times… Ted was much more quietly helpful, rubbing her back and feeding her ice chips.
The birth was painful, obviously, but medically easy – there were no complications. Ponygirls gave birth on all fours as they did almost everything, and at approximately ten fortyfive in the evening, Mandy presented him with a young colt – all dark hair and dark eyes. The foal was given to suckle immediately after his birth, latching on to each of his mother’s teats for a short time as everyone cleaned up.
Mandy was exhausted, and Aaron tucked her up very very gently, thanking her profusely for the beautiful addition to the Stables. In the next few weeks, her life would change yet again as she suckled her foal and recovered from the birth.
