“Sabel? Undress now, please.”

Cathy swallowed as the ebony took off her clothes: with those strong legs and firm body, she would make a wonderful ponygirl. She emptied the bag she had been carrying on her shoulder since leaving Charissa and patted the padding on top of a small wooden table:

“Kneel here, dear.”

The bag contained Sabel’s harness and a few other items. Cathy removed the crotch strap from it and buckled firmly the breasts bands, making two perfect V’s in front and on back of Sabel’s torso.

“Knees apart now, the widest you are able to!”

Sabel spread her legs aside and felt the crop sneaking from behind onto her sex. Cathy brushed it for some moments until it was quite damp; the ebony kept motionless, wondering what would come next.

The teacher picked something and held it before her eyes. It looked like a belt, but Sabel had never seen anything like that. It had a metal section on the middle of the front part, with a ring on it. From its back dangled a long leather strap ending in a metallic inverted triangle, on top of which another ring had been welded. Some inches down from the waistband, this strap had a circular hole surrounded by a steel hem.

Cathy fitted the belt on the back of Sabel’s waist and pulled the leather strap upward across her crotch until the base of the triangle adjusted perfectly to the metal section on middle of the front part and the hole was just under her rear orifice. From a pocket on her vest she produced a lock and clasped it on the two rings. Sabel looked down: her sex was completely covered by the metal pieces, which now looked as if they were just one.

“It was a good idea to have it custom made from the measurements she took for her harness”, Cathy said to herself as turned around to admire her belted pony.

At first Sabel thought that this must be another variety of crotch strap, more comfortable because it covered her labia instead of going between them. But she was soon to learn better – the teacher turned a small button exactly over the ebony’s pussy and something hard invaded it. She opened her mouth to ask what that was for, but the Lady cut her short:

“It is a dildo. Hold it tight!”

It was a very direct order and Sabel complied. Cathy smiled and fiddled with her fingers on the lock:

“This is called a chastity belt, Sabel. It keeps your sex safe from lustful fingers, including your own.”

“But Miss... “

“Quiet, Sabel, please. Give me your wrists.”

She buckled the cuffs on both wrists and kissed the pink palms, looking directly into the Nubian’s eyes. How would she react to the tests she was going to put her through? They were going to be very different from just having reins clipped to her bit.

Going behind Sabel, she pushed her arms up her back and tied her wrists tightly together. Slipping the long tails over her shoulders, she tugged on them, making Sabel’s arms go up as far as they could, and buckled them on the ring just below her breasts, completely immobilizing her arms. Cathy kept her hand on the wrist cuffs, waiting for the girl’s reaction. Would she attempt to free herself? Would she cry? She swallowed, recalling how two years ago a girl had flunked the midterm exam because of a fit of anxiety after having her arms tied that way.

Sabel felt her biceps bulging under the strain that position put on them. She was surprised and frightened; that was really uncomfortable, and she wondered why Miss Cathy was doing that to her. For the first time since she had enrolled in the course, she asked herself if it was really that good to become a ponygirl. Perhaps Charra had been right that morning in the cafeteria... But she just closed her eyes and sighed: Miss Cathy’s hand was resting on her fists, almost caressing them - she could not mean harm.

“This is called the reverse prayer position, Sabel”, the teacher said softly. “I am sure you can put up with it for a while.”

The ebony nodded. Cathy went around the girl and stopped to admire her. She was undoubtedly pretty and sexy - but was she docile enough to qualify as her personal pony?

“Up!”, she commanded, tugging lightly on the leash.

Sabel sat on her heels and with some effort lifted her body to a standing position. Another tug on the leash made her jump down from the padded table, landing gracefully on her toes. The dildo was making her pussy tingle, and she looked at the teacher with a puzzled expression.

“All this is about trust, Sabel. You are still concerned about what I do to you. Only when you learn not to even think about it, no matter what it is, will you have become a truly obedient pony. But this may take some time, and until then each surprise will be greater than the last one.”

Sabel opened her eyes wide. What was the teacher talking about? She had not noticed her small head movement in the morning. She recalled that Miss Cathy had already said something about trust, but had no time to ask: the Lady had picked a saddle from a peg and was adjusting it to her hips.

“Tush push!”

The girl leaned forward and stuck her butt out.

“I am going to ride your hips today, Sabel, not you back. Open your mouth!”

The saddle was very light, just a place for the rider to rest her bottom on. It snuggled onto her hips, barely hiding the mount’s rear crack, and was provided with stirrups that reached just under Sabel’s knees. Cathy pushed the bit into the ebony’s mouth and snapped it firmly behind her head. Hitching two short reins to its rings, she stepped onto the low table and then onto the saddle. Her feet found the stirrups and Sabel spread a little her legs to support better the teacher’s weight.

“Walk around the table, Sabel.”

The ebony moved on, one foot after the other, very slowly. It was awkward to carry someone with her hands attached that way; on the other hand, it was easier to be ridden on her hips than on her bottom, because the saddle distributed the weight across her entire lower body. But the dildo rubbing against her walls caused such a curious sensation – she had never been fucked while walking!

Cathy unbuttoned her vest and leaned on Sabel’s back, letting her breasts rest on the velvety skin and pressing her thighs against the strong legs. It was good to feel the muscles moving under them, to see the ebony leaning forward under her weight, her arms tightly bound as she wanted them to be. Once fully conditioned, that girl would be the finest pony she had ever trained... but she had still a long way to go.

Sabel felt calmer with Miss Cathy encasing her with her thighs and breasts. All she had to do was to follow the teacher’s commands, and try her best to please her. Her arms were aching a bit, but so they did after ten hours of scrubbing floors, didn’t they? She felt Miss Cathy patting her haunch:

“You are doing well, Sabel. When the river comes up in the springtime, this is how you are going to carry me. Now walk as far as that door, can you see it?”

The saddled pony moved on and reached the door. With her crop, Cathy lifted a latchstring until it came near Sabel’s mouth.

“Use your teeth, dear.”

After some clumsy attempts, the girl caught the string with her teeth. With her forehead, she pushed the door open and stopped. A flick of the crop on her rump set her moving along a new corridor, which had small round windows every five or six yards to let daylight in. Sabel noticed that it was getting dark, and walked carefully.

She tried to get a picture of where they were. The barn was rectangular and the first door was almost on the end of one of its long sides. They door she had just opened was on a corner, so they must be parallel to the side where the gate was. As she reached the end of that corridor, a new door with the same kind of latchstring appeared and she pulled on it. To her surprise, she found herself again in the open, with the huge barn to her left.

Cathy directed her to walk along it. Sabel understood that they were going back to the entrance and looked to her left. Between the dirt road and the building, there were small yards, and behind each of them a Dutch door with its upper half open. Sabel guessed that they were walking past the stalls, and this was confirmed when she noticed the ponyboys poking out their heads. She slowed down to watch them and got a firm swat on her rump:

“Giddy up!”

Cathy straightened up her torso, showing her round breasts. She knew that the ponyboys were not much interested in sex, but could recognize a ponygirl, and smiled at the thought of so many young eyes on her pretty Sabel’s naked bottom.

“Don’t worry, dear. They are not stallions, just heavy-duty ponies to pull the carts. They can be milked, though – and their seed has many uses, did you know that?”

Sabel shook her head, amazed, but kept walking – she didn’t want her tushie swatted again.

“It is very good for the skin, and... well, you will learn about that later. Move on!”

Sabel kept walking past yard after little yard. “This barn must be at least six hundred feet long”, she thought as she approached the last corner. Before she reached it, though, Cathy pulled on the reins to make her stop and slipped down from the saddle in front of the last Dutch door. Pointing to a sliver plate hanging from it, the teacher asked:

“Do you want your name engraved here, my Sabel?”

The ebony nodded. So this was the outer gate to her stall! The Lady opened it and she followed her into it. Soft straw covered the ground and felt good under the bottoms of her feet. Cathy unbuckled the saddle from Sabel’s back and hooked it on a short round stick on the wall; she went on to untie the tails of her wrist cuffs and freed her hands. Sabel stretched her arms up to make away with the sensation of numbness - that prayer position, or whatever it was called, was simply awful!

Next Cathy screwed the dildo out of her pussy and removed her bit. The breast strap, the chastity belt and the locked collar were all she had on her body now. Cathy narrowed her eyes: “time for another little test”, she thought.

“Wash it, dear – there is a tap outside.”

She watched carefully as Sabel squatted by the tap, washed the bit and returned, not making any movement that could suggest a wish to stay outside more than necessary. She just walked into the stall and looked around to see what her new home looked like.

It was not big – some twelve feet long and maybe ten wide. There were a number of pegs and shelves on the walls; on a corner, a kind of cupboard, and on the floor a checkered woolen blanket spread on a mound of straw. From a loop just above it, a long chain coiled down; Sabel could not see its end because the sun was disappearing behind the hills and the light inside the stall was quite dim now. At the far end, the door leading into the barn was closed.

“Miss Cathy – do I sleep here?”

Cathy smiled: her pony-n training was so tall that her head almost reached the ceiling.

“Every night, my Sabel. I live here at the farm, and will take you every day into Charissa and back.”

Sabel didn’t know that the teacher lived there. Her mind raced: how did she go to the capital then? Even if she lived on a farm, Ms. Stevenson had Teresa to carry her to the town when she needed to. Did Miss Cathy have other ponies besides her? She had never considered that possibility.

“How do you go to the city then, Miss Cathy? Do you have other ponygirls?”

It was none of a ponygirl’s business how many human equines her owner possessed, but Cathy decided not to reprehend Sabel for her curiosity. She just ignored the question, while her thoughts wandered to Cinnamon Toast, the first pony she had had – a present for her fifteenth birthday. She was a magnificent light mulatto, very obedient – she had been raised to be a pony and knew what was expected from her – and had given her young owner many hours of pleasure while she drove her across the beautiful area that surrounded the farm.

Sabel felt her bladder full and looked around for some kind of sanitary vase.

“Miss Cathy – where do I piss?”

“Oh, dear, I have forgotten to tell you! Your belt has tiny openings on the appropriate part, so you just squat over the hole outside. When you are done, press the flush on the ground and all will go down the sewer. Take care to clean yourself fully – you can use the tap for that.”

Sabel did as she was told and discovered that the large hole she had not given much importance to was exactly around her back orifice, so that she could relieve herself without the belt having to be removed. She shuddered – that meant that it could stay on her for a long time! How would she...? She suddenly realized that she would not – the shield adhered so tightly to her skin that she would hurt herself if she tried to push even a finger under it.

“Miss Cathy – I am hungry...” she said as she turned the tap off and walked back into the pen.

“Of course you are, my Sabel.” The teacher opened the cupboard, lifted the lid of a metal-lined box and dipped out a huge scoop of granola. Pouring it on a shallow wooden bowl, she asked:

“Do you like honey?”

“Yes, Miss Cathy.”

“NADU!”

Sabel looked surprised at the Lady, whom she could barely discern in the half darkness.

“This is a new position, Sabel. Sit down on the blanket on your knees and heels, put your breasts straight out and part your legs. Palms open on your thighs.”

The ebony did as she was told and waited.

“Are your eyes down? They must be, when you go “Nadu”.

Sabel looked down and heard a squishing noise from the tube of honey. Cathy put the bowl right before the kneeling girl, went around her and linked her wrists together with a small chain, which she tied to the long one dangling from the wall.

“Lean down and put your hands on your back. A pony eats without using her hands, at least most of the times.”

Sabel approached her face to the bowl and lapped the honey from the granola. She didn’t want her face smeared, so she ate very slowly. The food was tasty, with flavors she was not familiar with. She didn’t notice when Cathy walked out from the stall and stayed for a moment contemplating the kneeling form of her new pony. When Sabel finished her meal and looked for the teacher, she was gone.

I sighed. Miss Cathy had closed both halves of the door leading outside, and the silence and darkness were frightening me. I don’t remember ever having slept alone – at Ms. Stevenson’s I lived in a collective loft with other Breeders’ daughters, and since I began to work I have shared several apartments with Sixth Station girls. Why had she attached me to that chain? I couldn’t believe it was some kind of punishment – I had done nothing wrong, at least as far as I could see. I sat on my bed and felt the texture of the blanket under my skin. My pen smelled of wood and of straw, a nice scent that somehow soothed my fears.

I attempted to put some order in my thoughts: so many things had happened that day! I remembered the short trip on the barge, the big brown stallion with that tube on his cock – now I had something similar on my pussy! - my surprise when I learned that my mother had lived on this farm, Shaka’s warm hug and her emotion as she learned that I was Obe’s daughter...

And that walk with Miss Cathy on my hips! I don’t mind carrying her around – I know that I am strong, she is light as a feather, and besides she knows how to ride, so it is easy to support her weight on one’s back. But I hated her tying my arms like that – reverse prayer, she had said the position was called. It can be called as she pleases, it hurts all the same! I only accepted that because she knows what she is doing and I so much want to become her ponygirl.

What was that that she had said about trust? First when she was talking to me after class – “I need to feel you more trusting about what I do to you, Sabel”. I do trust her, why was she saying that? Then she repeated the same word when she was tying my arms. I must ask her about that.

I looked for a position to sleep. Having my hands attached behind my back, I could not lie down on it as I usually do. So I leaned on my side and closed my eyes; I was quite tired, and fell asleep almost instantly.

I must have slept for some hours. I woke up with a squeak on the door and the moonlight hitting my eyes. I rose up, terrified:

“Who is there?”

“Sabel, it is me! Please don’t be frightened!”

I breathed deeply to control myself. Miss Cathy entered my pen and I sensed her lemony lotion as she sat down by me. She pulled me close to her breast and to my surprise I felt its warm skin right on my cheek.

“Please tell me if you are o.k.”

“I am, Miss Cathy. But this thing on between my legs is so...”

I didn’t finish my phrase: Miss Cathy was pushing my face near her tit, and I felt an urge to kiss it. She purred, so I went on and kissed it again and again, and started to lick her nipple. She lay down on my blanket:

“Oh honey, your lips are so sweet!”

I leaned over her and sucked her nipple into my mouth as her hands explored my body. I sensed that something was connecting us and getting stronger every day. I heard her voice, almost in a whisper:

“Lay here on your back, honeygirl, and clasp your fingers over your head.”

I obeyed and felt her fumbling with the lock of my belt. A key turned inside it and she opened the front strap to free my pussy. I breathed quicker: her fingertip went where the dildo had been and her fine blonde hair flowed onto my face as she clasped her lips on my right nipple.

I arched up, so happy that she had removed that strap, and her fingers slipped inside my tunnel. I stayed there, feeling her motions, already drenched. She left my nipple and covered my mouth with a warm kiss. I kissed her back and felt like an electric shock as she started to caress my clitty with her thumb and first finger. I folded up my legs and spread them wide to offer her better access to my button; I gasped and moaned – she did it so well! A climax was building inside me; I moved my hips in circles, pressing my crotch against her fingertips.

With her other hand she grabbed the band around my left ankle and put her mouth on my slit, sucking my labia into her mouth and using her tongue to tease me – my thighs shivered, my orgasm was approaching – and then she suddenly pulled back:

“Enough for now, my dear.”

“Enough, Miss Cathy? But...”

“No, honey. There will be many times, with so much more, and you will barely stand them after the pill. So think hard – be sure that this is what you want.”

“I will, Miss Cathy. But right now I would so much like... you know... please...”

“NO. I will leave your belt open, but don’t even dare to remove your hands from your head.”

There was nothing I could do except obeys. She lay on my side and gently caressed my tummy as she spoke:

“I am glad you are doing well, my Sabel. I was so worried! There are things I feel I have to do, even if at first they seem wrong or upsetting to you. If you trust me, you will see that all is fine.”

“I do trust you, Miss Cathy. I know you will do no harm to me.”

She kissed my forehead and said nothing for a while, then went on:

“I am glad that you didn’t argue about the reverse prayer position. It is not something I would ever make you live with.”

“I was so surprised, Miss Cathy - it is horrible! But I thought that if you were doing it, then it had do be done.”

“Of course it had. Thank you for telling me your thoughts, Sabel. Never hesitate to do so.”

I felt warmed by her words and asked:

“Did I carry you well, Miss Cathy?”

“You were very strong, as I knew you would be! I’m sure that my beautiful ebony will run fast and proud when she is pulling my cart, even when I would allow a walk or a trot. Do you want that?”

“Yes, I do, Miss Cathy!”

That was indeed what I wanted, I was sure. She caressed my thigh and changed the topic:

“You have no idea of how shocked I was to find out about your mother, dear.”

“What has she done, Miss Cathy?”

“You will know when the course is over. It was about power.”

I was eager to learn more, but I just nodded in the darkness. I already know enough about my teacher not to try and argue with her. When she says no, she means it.

“Happiness is knowing that you matter, no matter where you are, dear, and that no place is better than another. Obe had a different idea. That is all.”

“Yes, Miss Cathy, we were taught that at school. But still, perhaps you don’t know that one can want to lead a more interesting life. Me, for instance – you cannot imagine how boring scrubbing miles of floors can be, Miss Cathy.”

I felt surprised at my own boldness: was it right to speak like that to a First Station Lady? I shrugged: she wanted me to show that I could trust her, and is there a bigger proof of trust than telling someone your most intimate thoughts?

I felt relieved as she made no comment on what I had just said.

“Some days in winter, when rain pours on your head, you may wish for that nice building you scrub in, honey. It takes so much trust for one to be owned by another person.”

I kept silent. She was right: one could have a bad master or mistress, feel sorry for having chosen to become a ponygirl, and it would be too late – it was something that could not be undone. There was a long silence while she fondled my breast; I burned to ask Miss Cathy to finish me off, or at least let me touch myself, but what would be foolish – she could just lock me up, and how long would I have to wait to be released again?

“I didn’t know that you were going to select me, Miss Cathy”, I finally said.

“Of course you did not. But you must have noticed how much I liked you from the first day.”

“Yes, Miss Cathy... that struck me. I have never met someone like you... so... so powerful. One trembles when you give out that gaze, but you can be sweet too. And your eyes!”

“What do you mean, Sabel?”

“How do you call that piece of iron that brings the small fillings to it?”

“A magnet, honey. We say that the loadstone is magnetic.”

“Well, that is what you eyes are, Miss Cathy. Magnetic.”

Her hands started to explore my body again and I jerked slightly.

“Some day I will tell you the stories of Charissa. She is a truly magnetic person, Sabel. How she found a way to feed so many - that was not easy! And how Christianna led her hosts and fought to keep the males from having their way over us. But you, Sabel, you have a charisma that comes from within and shines through your ebony skin and dark eyes.”

I don’t know what a charisma is, but understood that she was comparing me to her and to the greatest heroines of Auronia, and my heart leapt in my chest. I remembered the mosaic on the hall of the Tumbuga hospital depicting the very scene she was speaking about. It was when I was working there that I got my “very worthy” mention, and I told Miss Cathy about it.

“I am sure you well deserved it. It is nice to know that under the New State truth is written so more often than lies.” She paused for a moment. “There are so many things I still don’t know about the lower Stations.”

I felt so proud at her saying that my mention was well deserved! Before I could think, I heard myself saying:

“I don’t mind to be owned by you, Miss Cathy. Because it is you.”

She must have felt pleased by what I said, for she stopped talking, took my nipple into her sharp teeth and tugged on it to lift my breast. It went almost completely into her mouth; her head rested on my lap and I felt her fingers sliding down my tummy – oh, how good – towards my aching sex. With my wrists still bound by the small chain, I took her other hand and brought the palm to my lips.

“Thank you, Miss Cathy”, I whispered, and I knew that she would understand my plea. She is severe, sometimes gets angry, but she is a good woman and will be a good mistress.

She said nothing and went on with her caresses, letting her fingertip turn inside me. I was in heat and moaned in response. She slipped another finger in, cupped my pussy with her palm and started to grind it against my clit. I arched up and heard her muttering something that I didn’t wholly understand – “young panther... tamed... on my leash...”, or something like that. I had only seen pictures of panthers, but suddenly I felt I was one and she was my trainer. I growled – “grrrrrrr!” - and showed her my teeth as if I was going to bite her hand.

It was dark inside the stall and I don’t think she noticed that. Wet noises were coming from my pussy as she brushed my little knob with her fingers. I was ready to burst out, but she stopped and parted my knees.

“Sabel, don’t bring your legs together now, and put your hands back where I told you to.”

Her tongue went directly on my button and I felt her pinning my ankles down. It was so strong a sensation – absolutely new for me – being teased like that and not being able to close my legs! My thighs shivered in unison with my belly as if had a fever; I gushed a tiny spurt when she captured my clitty between her lips and started to shake her head. And then it came, a powerful explosion that sent me jerking and gushing like I had never done with Robin. Wave after wave took me over – I think that it was the first time I had what they call a multiple orgasm.

She would not stop sucking and after my third or fourth climax in a row I screamed in agony. She put her palm on my mouth –“Shhh, Sabel!” and I licked it furiously, feeling it salty on my tongue.

“My little black panther”, she said softly as she pulled out and I began to relax. My body was warm and damp after so strong a release.

“Miss Cathy... thank you... this was fantastic!”

“I am very happy that you enjoy sex so much... now.”

“I do, Miss Cathy!”

My mind was so numb that I didn’t notice her last word – “now”. It was only later that I fully understood what she was alluding to.

Miss Cathy kissed me and lifted the strap from behind my thighs to fit it in place. I shuddered at the clicking of the lock – but there was no point in arguing. She wanted my pussy “safe”, and safe it should stay. She slipped out into the moonlight; she kissed her own palm and blew the kiss toward me, like it was going to land on my cheek. How cute!

A sweet calm fell on me. Darkness and silence were not frightening any more - and I fell into a dreamless sleep.

Next morning, as she woke up, what had taken place the night before came again into Cathy’s mind. She had been worried about her Sabel out in the stable and wondered if she would choke learning to eat as a pony. Perhaps she was not ready for the things she was being put through. Why had she brought the ebony home so soon?

Then she recalled how Sabel had let herself be teased almost to the point of having an orgasm, how she had patiently waited in spite of her obvious need to be relieved, how she had told her what was in her mind with such complete confidence. The girl was naturally docile and seemed to adapt well to a firm pulse.

And how intense was her sexual responsiveness! Cathy remembered a study she had read about how girls reacted to the pill implant, which confirmed her own experience: ebonies often became skittish and had to wear a chastity shield until they learned not to touch themselves without their owner’s permission. This was why she had had one made for Sabel, and now that she had watched the girl jerking like a lassoed wild filly while having a climax with her hands over her head she felt that she had done the right thing.

She got dressed and went to the kitchen for a quick breakfast. Shaka had already put some milk in a jug, prepared a bowl of cereal and spread her favorite kind of jam on three slices of freshly baked bread. The smell of coffee and bread filled the house, and Cathy thanked the old servant for taking care of her so well. Shaka just grinned and went out to look after her tasks: a new day was beginning at the Magnusson farm.

The blonde Lady sneaked out the weave of thorns and walked briskly to the stables. She unbolted the outer door to Sabel’s pen and smiled at the pretty picture before her eyes. The ebony was sleeping peacefully, with her legs folded. Some dust still adhered to her fair soles, marking neatly the arches on her feet. The chain from her wrists went all the way up to the loop on the wall, and her belt glinted as a sunray touched it.

Cathy crept into the stall and kissed Sabel’s cheek. The girl opened her eyes, still half asleep. A lavender scent filled the pen: Miss Cathy had freed her hands and was gently rubbing her arms.

“Morning, Miss Cathy!”

She was surprised to see the Lady wearing only boots – what could that mean? Her eyes wandered over the fair skin and the fine blonde hair: the teacher was very pretty naked like that, her silhouette cut against the rectangle of blue sky appearing through the open door.

“Are you sore in your arms? I brought you some milk to eat with your granola, dear.”

“I’m o. k., Miss Cathy”, Sabel said, and went into the yard to relieve her bladder. She washed herself at the tap, taking care to clean well between her legs, and came back. Miss Cathy had poured milk on the cereal; the ebony ate her breakfast, feeling thankful that this time she could use a spoon.

“I love riding naked in my surrey when inside the grounds”, Cathy said, smiling mischievously. “There are miles of trails inside the farm, Sabel, with creeks to cross and steep hills to try your strong legs on. I will let you find inside yourself the strength to climb them – no urging uphill, as this is not class.”

Sabel squatted on her blanket to listen.

“I think I can do the hills, Miss Cathy.”

Cathy raised her brows. That remained to be seen. She pointed to a knob that Sabel hadn’t noticed yet.

“Open that door.”

Behind the door there were full size drawings representing ponygirls in harness. Sabel’s jaw fell to her throat as she saw her mother kneeling with her hands behind her back, attached by a waistband to a cart. Obe had a red harness, bells on her nipples and a flashy headstall.

“She never told you she was here, did she?” Cathy snapped.

Sabel shook her head. There were so many things about her mother’s past that she didn’t know! She touched the drawing, imagining how those bells would feel on her own nipples.

“Obe was my mother’s ponygirl. The cart you saw yesterday was once pulled by your mother... but that story can wait.”

Cathy came near the girl and examined the straps of her harness. The rough edges had left marks on the black skin. She took a kind of blade out of a drawer and rubbed it on the rough parts to smooth them. Sabel stood still, her heart warming at that demonstration of tenderness from her owner – yes, she could already consider Miss Cathy as such! And in a few moments she was going to pull her for the first time... She shivered slightly as the Lady ran her nails over her buttocks.

“See, dear - now it is o.k.”

Snapping a leash onto her collar, the teacher led Sabel into the tack room. She told the Nubian to sit down on a stool and slipped a headstall over her head. Pulling her ponytail through a ring in the back, she snuggled it into place, smiling as Sabel obediently opened her mouth for the bit. Her wrists were tied behind her back and the cuff tails buckled across her tummy – and the girl felt a quiver going down her spine at the thought that she would be running on the same paths her mother had once trodden.

Cathy took a pair of boots from a big drawer. Sabel had never seen that kind of footwear: they were half the length of normal shoes and their front was round, making them look like horse hooves, and had a fancy trim just under the knees. The Lady slipped one on Sabel’s left foot and laced it on her calf; it molded to the footpad, leaving her heel bare.

“These are show boots for your first day, honey, not for everyday”, Cathy said, fitting the second one in place. She hooked the reins on Sabel’s bit and lifted her head so that she could stand up. The ebony looked even taller with the boots; her tush was pushed out because of the buckled wrists and her tummy sucked in – a delicious o picture that Cathy savored for some moments.

Sabel moved her toes inside the boots: the leather was soft, and they fitted nicely under the curve of her feet. Cathy let her make a few steps to get used to them and told her to kneel down. A bell was hooked on her forehead and two others attached to her nipples with silver clover champs. Sabel gulped: it was going to start for good!

“Up!”

She felt a tug on her leash and was taken into huge barn. A gleaming black surrey with narrow wheels was parked near a wall. Pink upholstery covered the seat; a cover, adorned with a fringe on the front and a small window in the back protected the driver from the sun or from rain. Sabel walked into the space between the shafts and the teacher hooked the short chains to her waistband. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply: it was there that she wanted to be, nowhere else!

Cathy’s mind rushed as she walked back to admire her pony – everything seemed to fit so perfectly. The surrey looked like it had been made for a black mare, and she had found the prettiest she could wish for.

“Sabel, I want you to make a full circle around me.”

The ebony walked carefully, dragging the surrey behind her. It was lighter than the cart she had pulled in class, and because of the form of the boots she had to lean forward a bit to keep balance. Cathy walked up to her and tugged one of the nipple bells, making it ring with a merry sound. She went behind the pony and tapped on her right shoulder; as Sabel knelt down, she felt a silk scarf slipping over her eyes and being knotted behind her head.

“You have to trust me now, my Sabel”, Cathy said softly, and flicked the crop twice on her shoulder.

Sabel put her forehead to the ground. How would she fare pulling a cart blindfolded, she wondered, and felt the stems being pushed down as the Lady took her place on the seat. Two clicks of her tongue - Sabel took some impulsion on her thighs and rose to her feet. All her senses were alert; the reins tightened as Miss Cathy pulled them back, and a “pop!” on her bottom cheek told her that she could go.

She moved ahead, very slowly, one foot after the other. The Lady was easy to carry, but now she depended entirely on her commands not to stumble or fall. Cathy directed her through the gate and her skin told her that she was in the open.

A light tug on the rein made her turn right; she executed the move with care, first her right leg, then the left one, until she was done and the cart was in the correct position behind her. A flick on her rump made her start off. As she was not able to see what she was doing, her other senses had become much sharper: as she moved on, she could smell the flowers to her right, hear the bells ringing, and feel the touch of the leather on her bare soles.

“Higher knees, my pony! Try to feel the cart jostling and make it smoother, please!”

The ebony kept her hips on a straight line and took care not to wiggle her haunches, feeling more secure as she walked. Cathy chuckled at the lovely picture before her eyes: Sabel’s naked bottom pushed out, her wrists attached behind her back, the ponytail going though the ring and swishing slightly as she walked – it was just as she had imagined it would be.

“Whooa!”

Sabel stopped and heard Shaka’s voice:

“She is so pretty, Miss Cathy!”

“Shaka, go in front of her – you will be so amazed!”

Sabel felt the smell of the servant’s hair right under her nose.

“Just like Obe, Miss Cathy... only taller! It is incredible! But excuse me please, I have to rush.”

Sabel heard the noise of Shaka’s flip-flop sandals going away and began to walk, but felt a strong pull on her bit and stopped, surprised.

“Wait until I give you the sign! Tush out!”

Sabel obeyed and contracted the muscles on her buttocks, wondering where the crop would land – right or left cheek? But Cathy did not punish her: she wanted her new pony to learn to pay attention to the commands of the reins and to the “crop language”. Sabel kept still, tense as a spring: Cathy counted up to fifty and flicked the left rein. Sabel turned immediately to that direction and waited until the crop touched her rump, then started moving. The road went downward now: she pulled with care, all her attention concentrated on the reins and on what they would tell her.

Suddenly the smooth path ended and the faint mist of a pond touched her skin. She felt grass under her boots, and the cart became heavier on her hips as the wheels sank into the soft ground. She leaned forward and pulled harder; drops of sweat appeared on the rippled muscles on her back and damped the strap on her forehead.

“How will she fare on the hill?” Cathy asked herself as she flicked the crop on the naked black bottom in front of her: Sabel had slowed down because of the effort.

“You are very close to the lake edge, dear. Take care now, but keep going.”

Sabel nodded: the smell of water had hit her nostrils. Cathy tugged to the right and she sensed the cart weighing more as she began to climb a hill, step after arduous step. Cathy smiled and muttered to herself:

“What a healthy girl she is, how prettily her rump flexes with this harder work! She seems so natural in a harness, really willing to do her job…”

Soon the path became flat and smooth again. Sabel breathed deeply and felt proud: she had done it - climbed a hill with a cart, and blindfolded!

“Time to trot, little, honey! Giddy up!”

Sabel took impulsion and started on a light trot, a bit worried but knowing that Miss Cathy would direct her with care. “Then this is what trust is about”, she thought, “relying on her to know what I have to do!”

The hooves clanked on the road and the bells jingled happily as she gained more confidence. After some minutes Cathy felt some pressure on the reins, as if the ebony wanted to speed up, and held them firmly. “She has a wonderful sense of motion”, she thought as the wind kissed her cheeks, “but still has to learn who is in command here...”

“There is a steep hill now, Sabel! Up you go!”

It was hard to pull the cart uphill and the ebony slowed down; the muscles on her thighs were contracting and beginning to ache. Cathy could see how she struggled to keep going. Not knowing how long she would have to go, Sabel saved her forces, feeling her heart thumping inside her chest. She wanted to succeed and show Miss Cathy that she could do what was required from her – her calf muscles popped out as the hill became steeper, the wheels were sinking again because of the grass – she leaned forward, pulling the surrey with her hips – oh, when would that path end?

Cathy was very pleased. That hill was quite hard even for ponyboys. It was evident that the girl was determined to pass that test; she was bent forward, her legs moved slowly but firmly, her black skin was aglow with sweat, her respiration heavy. “She was born for this”, Cathy thought, leaning back and letting the reins loose.

“Only a little more, sweet pony, and we reach the trees!”

Sabel gnawed on her bit and moved on. That was real hard, but she was going to do it! The cart seemed so heavy now; she had almost no forces left, and her body ached from the effort. And then the road became flat again and Miss Cathy tightened the reins; the bit pressed against the corners of her lips and she stopped. The cart stems lightened and she felt fingers caressing behind her neck:

“That was wonderful, Sabel!”

The scarf was whisked away and Sabel smiled faintly, trying in vain to lick some drool from her chin. She looked around and felt happy: the landscape was so beautiful! They were under a shady tree; down on the plain, farmhands were busy with their tasks; on the wide path leading to the barns, a few ponyboys were pulling carts filled with legumes and fruit. A soft breeze blew on her face as she struggled to recuperate her breath. Cathy took a bottle of water from the surrey and sprayed Sabel’s body with it, laughing when she jumped and twitched from surprise.

“Oh, honey, I knew you were strong, but this is amazing! Most of the ponyboys cannot make it on their first trial! Wait until Mother hears of this... and Shaka... and Charmagne... Sabel, I do hope you will like being part of our life here!”

The Nubian’s eyes flashed, showing how proud she was of her accomplishment, and even more so because the blonde Lady was praising her. Cathy let her cool down and sat again on the seat. She flicked the reins and Sabel moved on. After the hill, everything seemed easy; for almost two hours, with a few intervals to rest, she pulled Miss Cathy around, relishing in the sights and in the sheer pleasure of jogging under the warm sun.

When they reached the barn, Cathy unharnessed her pony and hosed her, laughing at her squeals as the cold water touched her skin. She walked to a shower and turned the water on, motioning for Sabel to bathe her.

The ebony took a bar of soap and went behind the Lady. Cathy leaned back to let her shampoo her hair, feeling Sabel’s hands moving while she massaged her scalp.

“She will know how to wash me like no man could ever do!” she thought. “Why have I waited so long to allow myself such a pleasure?”

She opened her legs and closed her eyes. Sabel knelt down and felt a shudder: her owner’s pussy was just before her eyes, rosy and almost asking to be kissed. She controlled the urge to press her lips against it and leaned back. Holding Miss Cathy’s foot in her hand, she washed it carefully and went up along the calf and between her legs.

Cathy felt her sex tingle as those expert fingers covered it with lather. She glanced between the ebony’s parted thighs: there it was, her chastity belt, shining with the water that poured on it. Clara’s words came back to her mind: “they must save their energy to pull their owners around”.

“Sabel has energy enough, but it its important to make her feel that she is now my property. The belt is a subtle means to assert one’s authority”, she thought as the girl’s hands moved up her tummy and breasts. Sabel rose up and rinsed the Lady; how soft her skin was under her palms!

“Time for lunch, sweetie! You will go with me to the house.”

“Oh, thanks, Miss Cathy!”

The teacher took Sabel’s hand in hers and they hurried to the house. One could mistake them for two schoolgirls, were it not because on was naked, while the other wore a collar and had her pussy locked under a chastity shield. After washing their feet in a fountain in front of the house, they sneaked through the maze into the big room Sabel already knew. Cathy touched twice the ebony’s shoulder and she went “Friday”; the teacher paced the room and filled her eyes with the gorgeous form so obediently waiting at her feet.

Finally Shaka appeared.

“I’m bringing Sabel for lunch, Shaka.”

“Oh, so quickly, Miss Cathy? She must have been good, then!”

“You wouldn’t believe, Shaka. She could outdo most of the ponyboys I’ve tested on Lark Hill. She has such wonderful ebony legs, and just digs deeper and deeper inside herself to find more power!”

“You always choose good animals, Miss Cathy.”

“Well, I have been wrong sometimes. But you are right... she will make an excellent animal, I am sure.”

Sabel felt a shiver at being called an “animal”, but kept still, her eyes fixed on the tiny white toes in front of her. She could not know that Cathy was saying to herself: “there is something more here, something I am yet to know... I can feel it!”

Two clicks of Miss Cathy’s tongue told her to stand up, and they followed Shaka into the next room. Sabel was astonished: she had never seen anything like that room. The ceiling opened up into the second story for nice cooling, and there were two fountains at the sides for the same purpose. Padded pillows lay on the hardwood-framed furniture. A beautiful chandelier made of ocean shells turned slowly around and back, making dapples and sprinkles of light along the walls. Portraits of Caroline, Charmagne and Miss Cathy with their naked bodies painted by the best body artists of all Auronia hung on the sides of a fireplace. On the opposite wall, there were silver-framed pictures of people Sabel didn’t know, but she recognized the pretty blonde-haired girl she had met the previous day. She stopped before a picture of her mother in normal clothing and felt tears coming to her eyes.

“Lunch time!” Shaka said, interrupting Sabel’s tour and putting on the table a tray with sliced fresh fruit and a big pitcher of lemonade. Cathy watched as the ebony sat down so gingerly and careful and ate a slice of mango, seemingly awed by the situation.

“Is your mother still alive, Sabel?” Shaka asked.

“I think so, Shaka. I haven’t seen her for seven years, you know.”

“Please, Shaka!” Miss Cathy said. “This wouldn’t seem the sight moment for that!”

“Oh Miss Cathy, it is, if you allow it”, Sabel said before she could control her emotion.

“This is so high in her mind that I cannot stop her”, the blonde Lady thought, nodding and biting her lip.

“She never told you about your grandmother, did she, Sabel?” Shaka went on, and didn’t wait for the reply. “She was my sister, Sabel. Obe is my niece.”

The girl was so surprised that she let escape her slice of mango and had to fetch it from the ground. She tried to conceal how moved she was, but when Shaka opened her arms and said, “Come here, child!”, she rose up and warmly hugged the black servant.

Cathy jumped up and hugged them. She was moved too. Her mind was in turmoil at the feelings that had been growing in her. From the moment she had set her eyes on that black beauty jogging in the park, she had imagined her as a ponygirl – no, as her ponygirl. She was so tall and lean, so pretty – how delicious it would be to tame her and teach her to respond to her commands! Then she had seen her working at the government building and caught herself imagining that round bottom naked and wiggling before her – and those luscious lips lapping the juice that formed between her thighs at that idea.

Now there was another feeling - a kind of tenderness, a wish to open for her a whole world that she would never know if she spent her life as a Sixth Station cleaner: the nice world of a First Station family, of the simple life on the fertile farm that fed so many people and was such a perfect symbol of all the New State stood for. Sabel seemed to fit so naturally in that frame! The picture of her sleeping peacefully in her stall came back to Cathy’s mind. That girl had been born to become a ponygirl: strong, fast – and obedient. She was entitled to her share of happiness – and she, Cathy Magnusson, was going to ensure that she would get it.

“She will make a fine pony, Miss Cathy”, Shaka said, as if she had read Cathy’s thoughts. “I am so happy you have found her!”

“Sure she will! I know what Obe has done, but Sabel will be different, Shaka. I promise! She will never help anyone turn against us.”

Sabel swallowed. Was she going to discover more about her mother’s misdeeds? But she remembered Miss Cathy saying that she had to wait until the course was over. She sat down again and went on with her meal.

“Oh God, I have said too much!” Cathy whispered as if talking to herself. She shook her head and sat by the table:

“Feed me, Sabel!”, she said, leaning towards her and waiting to see what the Nubian would choose. Sabel picked a bunch of red grapes, squatted down by the Lady’s feet and carefully put one on her tongue.

Cathy ate the grapes one by one, with a mischievous look on her eyes. Suddenly she leaned down and pinched Sabel’s nipples, just enough to feel her becoming tense. Her mouth found the ebony’s and she pushed the last grape into it, kissing her as she swallowed the fruit. How pretty were her dark brown eyes with high arching brows!

“I hope you make it past the midterm, Sabel, or this may be your last lunch here!”

Sabel’s eyes opened in surprise and she shook vigorously her head.

“Of course she will”, the black servant said, taking away the empty tray.

Cathy stood up and pulled Sabel’s hand.

“We will go now. You have some miles of running still left. Wait here while I get dressed.”

Shaka had disappeared and Sabel was left alone for some moments, wondering what it would be like to live for the rest of her life in the Magnusson farm. What was in store for her? Would she ever be downstationed like her mother? Her mind raced to Robin and Charra: where would they go once the instruction was over? Would they be as lucky as she had been, and find owners who would like them like Miss Cathy liked her? She shuddered at the idea that the Lady could transfer her to someone else, as she had surely done that with her former fillies – Shaka had said, “you always choose good animals”. What had become of them?

“There were many things that I still don’t know”, Sabel muttered to herself, touching the padlock on her belt. “But some day I will.”

When the Lady reappeared, she was donning her black outfit. She led Sabel though the bramble path into the bright hot sun. When they reached the barn; the ebony stood still while Cathy buckled the straps of her harness and fitted the little bells on her nipples and forehead. She had brought a long soft whip and surprised Sabel with a fuzzy slap on her bottom:

“Giddy up!

This time Cathy directed her to the road going left from the barn, which stretched for miles without any elevation. Sabel trotted with ease, listening to the clapping of her hooves and to the merry jingle of the little bells. After some five hundred yards, the whip landed on her butt and she sped up into a light run.

Cathy loved to run in her surrey. The breeze on her face, the fragrant trees charged with fruit, the sheer sense of power in controlling a human mare, were among the things she most prized in life. Two carts pulled by ponyboys with blinders on their bridles passed slowly along them; Cathy smiled when they tried to turn their heads to watch the fine new female. But they drivers wouldn’t allow that, and the crops sounded almost in unison as they hit their bare butts.

The lady laid her head back and felt her hair flowing in the wind. Sabel was doing well, still unaware of how her muscles would feel sore after being worked that much. Cathy sighed: that was part of her training. In a few weeks she would not feel them anymore, even after a day of hard work.

Sabel’s round bottom was beginning to shine with sweat, but she was happy beyond description: the scenery was superb, the day perfect, and she was carrying Miss Cathy along the road! She didn’t mind the wetness forming on her forehead and between her thighs under the metal belt. After the first mile, however, she started to feel the heat. She had used her legs a lot that morning and they were beginning to ache. She slowed down to catch her breathe and received a mild kiss from the whip:

“Don’t show down, honey! You cannot do that in real traffic!”

Sabel pulled herself together and sped up. Cathy knew that in real traffic her pony would never attain that speed, but she wanted to push her a bit – she needed to improve her stamina to have a chance at the competitions. They were in the middle of the month of Rose; then Tulip would come, and Violet, and the end of the year. The first of Anthurium was the anniversary of the New State, and on the fifth all Auronians commemorated Charissa Magnusson’s birthday. The country’s most important festival was held between those days, with spectacles, contests and pony races – and Sabel had to be in good shape to take part in them.

A cart was coming from the opposite direction. Cathy narrowed her eyes: her sister Charmagne was sitting on it. Sabel recognized Shig and gulped: between his legs, the metal tube still encased his upright cock. She felt the reins tightening and slowed down until she stopped at the side of the other cart.

“Char! How lovely a surprise! I see Shig is panting – are you coming from the pier?”

“Yes, dear! And is this the girl you are training? She seems even taller now!”

Sabel lifted her chin and straightened her body up as Cathy’s sister examined her from head to toe. Shig turned his head to watch that superb female; he thumped his feet and licked his lips – he hadn’t mated for three entire weeks, and felt his balls twitching as the ponygirl’s smell hit his nostrils.

“Yes, she is my Sabel, Char.” An idea flashed through Cathy’s mind: “Would you like to make a wager of shells that she can beat your Shig boy?”

“Hmm... we could try that! Are you sure she is fast enough?”

“Look at her! She has the strongest legs you can imagine, and has done very well this morning on Lark Hill. And look at her rump, so full and powerful! A prize animal she is, Char.”

Char ran her crop down the ponyboy’s back, making him stick out his chest. Sabel shivered: Miss Cathy wanted her to race against that big male! From where she was she could not see his body; his image formed in her mind – he was powerful, okay, but also heavier than she was. If she ran well, she had a chance...

Cathy went on:

“So, how much? Ten?” She reached her whip out and teased the ebony’s rump, making her push back and look even prettier. Char grinned:

“O.K. Ten shells on Shig.”

“Let's race to the water wheel. It is a half mile distance on the flat, so one cannot say that our weight counts much.”

Char nodded and made her pony turn the cart to face the right direction. Shig smelled of virility and force, and Sabel made an effort not to look at the erect member between his thick thighs. He just moved his nostrils, immobile as a statue, all his muscles tense as he waited for the sign to start.

“On the count of three!” Cathy said. “One ... two ... THREE!”

The whip popped on Sabel’s rump and she started off at a fast pace, but not giving all she was capable of. She had to run half a mile and would have to sprint near the end, so she saved her forces: Shig’s legs were not as long as hers, but he was a man and thus stronger. She kept that in mind and trotted away; soon she had opened half-cart advantage.

Char smacked the brown butt in front of her and the ponyboy sped up, passing Sabel by a whole cart. Cathy flipped the long whip:

“Hurry, Sabel! Hurry on, honey!”

They had already covered half the distance; the girl mustered her forces and accelerated to almost full speed, her feet barely touching ground, and surpassed Shig again. She could hear his breath – it was heavy and beginning to become irregular. She had run races before and knew that this was a good sign – good for her, of course. She kept running, now at the fastest she could, her mind concentrated on a single aim – she had to win! Cathy looked back and heard Charmagne yelling:

“Giddy up, Shig! Don’t make me lose this race! What is wrong with you, boy? RUN!”

The waterfall was already on sight. Sabel felt her lungs burning and her thighs aching – she breathed deeply and leaned forward – Miss Cathy had loosened the reins and was giving her a golden chance to show what she could do! She didn’t feel the surrey anymore; pulling her tummy inside and lowering her head so that the wind would be a lesser obstacle, she sprinted as she had never done before. Only a hundred yards to go! Her hooves clapped loudly against the pavement – she was really lighter than that heap of muscles behind her!

Shig showed a final spring of speed and reached Sabel, but he was not used to run that fast. He was exhausted, while the girl had trained hard to pass her interview and was in excellent shape. She opened again a small advantage – and reached the waterwheel five seconds before he did.

Cathy slowed her down and allowed her to walk for a short distance to cool off. Looking back, she saw her sister glaring at her, not believing that a filly had defeated her splendid stallion. Shig was panting and puffing, trying to recover his breath.

“We did it! Sabel, I am proud of you!”

“My compliments, Cathy”, Charmagne said. “Your filly is fantastic. Where did you find her?”

“Oh, Char, you won’t believe it! Later I will tell you the entire story.”

She made Sabel turn the cart around and bring her to where her sister was. The girl’s eyes rested on the upright cock, and Miss Cathy’s words came back to her mind: “I might allow you to go with him…” She never discovered how the teacher discovered what was in her mind, but somehow she did.

“Char… how long are you keeping Shig locked?”

“He still has a month to go, dear. Why?”

“He tried hard, you know. And I know of someone needing to be laid, if you ever decide to take him off his punishment.”

“And who is that?”

Sabel thought that she was going to tell Charmagne about their acquaintances’ ponygirl who needed to be bred. Completely unaware of what she was doing, she pushed back her tushie, and the teacher smiled.

“See how he is thumping his feet? What is it, Shig, are you smelling something?” she snapped, and made a movement with her chin, indicating the ebony – it was obvious what she had in mind.

“What do you say, Char? It could be interesting to watch them…”

Suddenly Sabel understood that they were talking about her. Her face went hot – was it shame, or desire? The vision she had had on the barge came back to her mind – Shig sliding into her – but THERE? Under the gaze of the two Ladies?

Char nodded. Cathy climbed down and unfastened Sabel’s hips from the cart.

“Turn around, dear. It is not your time of month to be fertile, is it?”

Sabel shook her head and grabbed the shafts, facing the seat, as the Lady hitched her hip belt to the small chains. She took the belt’s key from the pocket on her vest and with a deft movement removed it; Char freed the stallion’s cock and hands and led him by his collar behind the girl.

“I am sure you will like this, Sabel”, Cathy said, running her hand down the ebony’s rump and between her petals, and turned to her sister:

“She is drenched, Char, squirming like a mare in heat!”

Sabel felt her face hot again – she was going to be fucked attached to a cart – what a shameful thing! Or was it? She was a ponygirl now, and perhaps it was like that that ponies got laid – Shig was quite good-looking – her instincts surfaced, and she parted her thighs to offer her cunt to the male.

Char took her sister’s arm and they stepped aside.

“Go ahead, Shig! Take her!”

The stallion grabbed the filly’s waist and Sabel felt the tip of his cock brushing her buttocks, looking for her hole. As he found it, he penetrated her with a single thrust – she had not seen his member, but it was surely the biggest she had ever received! It filled her tunnel all the way down to her cervix as he leaned over her and began to pump. She grabbed the handles of the cart with all her strength, feeling the male’s breath on the nape of her neck, and rocked her body on the tight rod, giving in to the wonderful sensations she was feeling.

“Look at her, Cathy, how she raises her bottom! Is it true what they say about… er… this kind of girls?”

“Char, my first touches… she seemed to be already on the pill. Clara told me about them, I thought she was exaggerating, but…”

The teacher’s words disappeared suddenly from Sabel’s ears. Of course she had had sex before, but that was absolutely new – the stallion’s energy, his balls hitting her thighs, his powerful embrace! He caught her chin in his enormous palm and pressed his body against her hips. He had not mated for two weeks – that had never happened since he had become a stallion – and that tight pussy was so warm and humid! He licked the female’s ear and felt a twitch on his cock as she shuddered – he had pulled her body toward him, his cock was throbbing inside her, and she moved frantically back and forth, trying to reach her climax before he spurted into her.

Wet noises filled the air; Sabel found a way to rub her clit on that marvelous mast, waves of heat irradiated from her crotch and filled her loins – Shig growled and sped up, his breath heavy on the female’s neck. Sabel’s belly began to quiver and she contracted her muscles – and then it came, a powerful blast that sent her whole body shaking. Shig moved swiftly now, his toes supporting his entire weight, his butt pushed in as his cock slid in and out the juicy cunt – and a gush of semen filled Sabel, then another, and a third – she gnawed on the bit, wishing that he would stay more inside her – a second orgasm was building inside her loins – he grabbed her as if he was going to unload again –

“Back, Shig!” Charmagne’s voice was quite firm.

The stallion obediently drew his member out and stepped back, licking his lips. His seed tickled along the ebony’s thighs and she felt Miss Cathy wiping it with a tuft of grass. When she unhitched Sabel from the shafts, she turned and saw the male already attached to his cart, his exposed cock upright again and shining under the sun.

Cathy took her by her collar and took her bit out. She led her to her sister’s cart:

“It is wrong to waste the energy of sexual juices, Sabel. Lick him.”

The ebony was completely surprised by that order – but how could she refuse? She lapped the brown cock on all its sides, tasting Shig’s seed mixed with her own nectar – and then wrapped her lips on the tip and sucked it as far as she could into her mouth. Cathy smiled at Char and let her have her way – she fully deserved it after her performance, she thought. Sabel sucked the cock for some minutes, and felt a tug on her collar: as she rose up, she felt her face going hot again, but raised her chin and looked proudly ahead.

“Back to the surrey!”

She walked with high steps and stood between the shafts as the teacher fitted her belt and carefully locked it. She opened her mouth to let the bit in, and when she looked again at Shig, his cock was already under the restrain. She sighed: it had been such a quick act, and yet so delightful!

“She will do fine on a mating block, Cathy”, Char said as she flicked the reins and the stallion began to move. “Are you planning to keep her?”

“Yes, if she passes her midterm.”

She took her place on the seat and touched Sabel’s rump with her crop.

“Be a good pony for me, dear, and you will have more of Shig. Now walk to the barn – you must be tired, I suppose!”

There was a tinge of irony in her voice, but Sabel was too happy to notice it.