Furio stood inside the elegant equestrian training facility; he was leaning up against the rail of an indoor arena watching an attractive woman putting a graceful Andalusian stallion through his paces in upper level dressage moves. The white horse nearly danced in elegant rhythm beneath the skilled woman rider as they cantered, side passed and performed a perfect piaffe near the middle of the ring.
“Ah, Furio!” a handsome man in his late 30’s came up and embraced the hard muscular form of the Enforcer. “Always good to see you my friend!” the two men spoke in flawless Italian. “My sister is practicing and competing for an upcoming show soon.” He nodded.
“Lena is a wonderful rider as always, Valerio,” Furio complimented the man’s sister.
Valerio was also a made man in the mob just as Furio was, but worked for a different crime family. However more importantly, Valerio’s father Luciano Moradelli was an old and expert horse trainer from Northern Italy, one of the best, and even more better was the fact that the Moradelli’s had another more erotic and darker stable housed within this elegant farm; one where human pony boys and girls were trained and used for upper level training in dressage, carting and showing.
“Is that Furio’s voice I hear?” a small older man came walking around a corner. In his early 60’s he walked with a bowlegged limp, his face craggy with hard work and age, but he was by no means feeble looking. “Lena!” he shouted in English with a thick northern Italian accent, “How many times I a tell you, eh? Leg! Leg! That horse he looks asleep under you, dressage is to be a graceful dance between horse and rider, not a look like some half dead trail ride!” he growled at his 22 year old daughter.
The girl just nodded respectfully at her father, and her spurs touched deeper in the stallions flank as he perked up, his magnificent neck arched, his legs moving in the elegant dance.
“Don Luciano.” Furio addressed the older man with a title of respect, and embraced him.
“Ah, good to see you around here again. I thought you were so busy you not have any time for us anymore.” The older man winked and teased Furio. Even though Luciano was dressed in slacks and a polo shirt, he still looked an elegant and demanding trainer and master. Never was he afraid to get his own hands dirty.
“Never,” Furio clapped the man on the shoulder, “your horses are far too elegant and intriguing to stay away from, eh?” he gave the old man a wink, “in fact it is one of the things I have come to ask you about. A small favor.”
“Come walk with me then.” The older Luciano began limping with a quick gait to his ‘other’ stable. “Val, go hook up Lucciola to one of the sulkies,” Luciano motioned to his son, “Let Furio try her out.”
“No, no…” Furio tried to stop the old man, “You no have to do that on my account.” He said in English.
“Nonsense!” Luciano swung around, his clouded blue eyes fastening on the muscular Furio, “I know how much you enjoy it in here,” he touched his heart, “Besides, I want to know what you think of this new one.”
Furio nodded his head and acquiesced to the older man out of respect of his age and skill as a master trainer.
“So,” Luciano now swung the door open to his other stable, “You ever get a cavallo of your own yet?”
Furio’s smile already spoke his answer for him. “Yes, it is one of the reasons I came to talk to you.” Always he liked the Moradelli’s other stable. Inside was a separate indoor training ring, as well as 6 stalls that could house 6 human ponies at any given time. Usually various Masters or Mistresses worldwide would hire the Moradelli’s to train their slaves into elegant pony girls and boys, or would rent out the ring to use knowing that here was a safe place to engage in their BDSM and animal play. They even had horse shows here for the human horses.
He had never met the Moradelli’s until he had come here to the United States, and he found out quite accidentally about it when he had been online searching for “pony play” when he met Valerio, a fellow made man, his heart soared even more that here was not only another Italian, but a Man of Honor within a Mafia family who was also aroused by this thing, and knew how to balance the secret very carefully. While Furio and Valerio served in two separate Mob families, there was a close knit friendship and trust between the two men.
Furio glanced at the spotlessly clean brick aisle that was between the stalls for the human ponies. In between the two crossties was a beautiful woman with long black hair and intense green eyes. She was totally nude except for a collar around her neck and a halter that hooked her to the wall. At 5’8 she was a tall woman, but had sensuous curves to her, feminine muscles from hard work and some padding in all the right places. Her breasts were high and pert, her nipples pierced and her pussy was totally clean shaven.
A large strong ranch hand with blonde hair and blue eyes was brushing her down with a rag and massaging some lotion onto the woman’s nude body. Often his large hand would linger over a breast or slip between her pussy lips.
“Let me finish her up!” Val barked at the large goon as he easily muscled the man out of the way and began to slip an elegant patent leather harness onto the woman. “Go wash down the stalls of the stallion and the new mare!”
“I done already did that Boss.” The blonde haired man spoke with a southern drawl.
“Well then, Daniel, go and bring the two wheeled sulky around to the ring, eh?” Luciano interrupted with a smile but a not to be ignored command.
“Er, you got it Mr. Moradelli!” the blonde giant half loped off to follow the old man’s orders.
“Just got this one in a few days ago,” Don Luciano walked to the chained up girl in the aisle double checking the harness that Valerio was putting on her. “Fiery but so very obedient, and large. I like them tall, eh?” he winked at Furio and then reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small imported peppermint and held it flat on his palm to the pony girl.
The woman looked with longing and respect at Luciano as she nickered softly and lowered her head, gently taking the peppermint gracefully out of his hand with sensual pouty lips.
“That’s a good and beautiful girl, my magnificent mare.” Luciano spoke to her in Italian and began to idly scratch behind her ear and the back of her neck.
Furio’s heart skipped several beats as he imagined his own mare, his own girl, Sarah in this aisle being tacked up.
“This is ‘Firefly’, although here at my stable I call her ‘Lucciola’ and she’s here all the way from California, from Mistress Chana’s house to be trained as a cart pony” Luciano continued as he watched his son expertly fitting the harness on. “So you finally found a girl to break and train, eh?” he turned back to Furio, his old eyes alight with inner laughter.
Furio knew he would have to be very careful, all the human horses that came through the Moradelli’s were volunteers, people who were into the BDSM scene, but his own horse Sarah he had stalked and kidnapped. He knew while Val was involved with the mobs, his father Luciano was not, he was a legitimate man and Furio would not disrespect the man by bringing down something that could make the man go to jail or worse.
So far, Sarah had adjusted very well to his training, in some way it was if she craved it as much as him, craved to have someone care for her in every way to be fully owned, and after their first two days together she had never given Furio any more doubts on her loyalty, trust and complacency to him. In fact Furio had set up a few tests of his own to see if she would try and escape, but she never did.
But how would she react now, with Furio away for several days at a time, and under the hand of these trainers? Furio could not spend 24/7 with the girl, he did have jobs to do for his bosses, trucks to hijack, swag to move and enforcements and contracts to fulfill. He needed a place the girl could stay in safely and where he could come and enjoy her fully.
“You know me too well, Don Luciano.” Furio smiled at the old man, “Indeed I have gotten my own cavallo, and she is feisty as well, fiery and full of life. But she trusts me, is very strong, can hold me on all fours as well as in a cart.”
“Mmm,” Luciano nodded thoughtfully a moment, “Riding ponies are my favorite as well. And I always like a ponygirl with a hint of spirit and rebellion. If they are too docile what fun is it to train them?”
“I am hoping that you will allow her to come here for boarding and some training, already I have trained her in commands in Italian, have broken her into the cart and to being ridden on all fours.” Furio crossed his arms over his muscular chest as he watched the ponygirl, Lucciola, snorting briefly and pawing the floor with her bare foot. ‘Lucciola’ meant “Firefly” in Italian and indeed she seemed to glow with an inner spirit and happiness at being a ponygirl.
“I would have to meet her, Furio.” Luciano interrupted his thoughts, “You know that is the rules, I must assess all the new horses. Her health must be good, vaccinations up to date.”
“Of course,” Furio nodded, “all that will be done, I just ask for you to assess her, I am honored for that favor.”
“What is her name?” Don Luciano turned as Valerio skillfully unhooked Lucciola from the crossties and led her into the indoor ring. “Your cavallo, what is her name?”
Furio had known in his heart what he had wanted to name Sarah. It had taken nearly a week to come to him, but he had not given the name yet to her formally, had not trained her to respond to it yet. “Allegria,” he said softly. It meant ‘playful merriment’ in Italian and indeed when Sarah was in her pony girl persona she was just that, playful, feisty and always seemed full of merriment. Even now his heart longed to be petting her, stroking her, riding her or even eating lunch with her. He never liked leaving her alone for to long, even though she was securely chained and was going no where.
“Allegria.” The old man mused as he and Furio began walking to the indoor ring. They got to the ring and Furio saw Valerio and the groom Daniel expertly hooking ‘Firefly’ into the shafts of an elegant two wheeled cart.
“I will meet your Allegria,” Luciano agreed, “in two weeks time. That should have all her vaccines and a health exam completed. Use Dr. Warrington, he usually does all my ponygirls and ponyboys as he is into the scene himself.”
Furio just nodded his understanding, grateful that Luciano would test his ponygirl. He saw Val glance at him briefly a quick wink between them. Furio knew Valerio had put in a good word with his father for him.
“Now, my friend,” Val said as he held the reins out to Furio, “come take a spin with ol’ Firefly here. She is speedy and she definitely likes the whip to her flank.” The handsome man grinned as he helped Furio get settled into the sulky and handed him a light buggy whip. “I think the horny mare gets aroused with a good lash to her ass.” Valerio chuckled and then with a friendly swat to the elegant ponygirl’s firm ass he stepped away and allowed Furio to drive the woman around and around the immaculate ring.
Sarah sighed as the light began darkening to evening outside. She moved around on the comfortable mattress as much as she could, the thick chains and restraints around her wrists, ankles and neck. He always tried to make things comfortable for her, her dark trainer, owner and kidnapper. But as of late he had work to get back to, whatever dark work he did, she thought with a brief shudder. But that was not the part she concentrated on, for her it was always the soothing, charismatic trainer, the powerful man in total control over her, who treated her fairly but none the less as his personal horse.
They had fucked together only one time, and that was when she had the collar off, in fact she had initiated the sex with him as if to show him she was indeed not going to try to escape or disobey him. While he had been a passionate and exotic lover, they both still seemed to get more aroused at their dark games of pony play and domination.
Sarah knew she had nothing to go back to, no husband, no boyfriend, just work and a dreary life of solitude…And yet here she had this enigmatic and darkly handsome Italian man who seemed to take care of her as if she was an expensive Porsche or Lamborghini… A part of her heart and soul truly did love when he treated her as his horse, the pride in his eyes, the way his soft chuckle would reverberate around her when she would get playful and fiery at the end of the reins. And a part of her indeed loved pleasing him, hearing his warm praise whether in English or Italian and knowing how sexually aroused he got by her, by riding her back…
Sarah sighed and the chains rattled around her, the daydreams she had been having of her dark, Italian rider had now gotten her thoroughly aroused. She heard the front door open and his footfalls across the creaky wooden floor.
“Bella Sarah,” she immediately recognized his accented voice. Always he called her ‘Beautiful Sarah’ when he first came in the house before he even got to the room. In fact he told her, that unless she heard that greeting called out, she should be very still, very quiet. At first she had felt it was because he was worried that someone nosey might be poking around and he didn’t want his secret of his kidnapped woman discovered, but one night he had held her close, his eyes looking deeply into hers. “I say this, not because I worry about nosey people, but because there are enemies of mine who might do very cruel things to you if they found you.” He had been dead serious and she had believed him. Furio had been many things with her, but he had never lied directly to her.
He opened the bedroom door and swiftly knelt down to unchain her from her shackles, “Sorry I late cara mia.” He could not help himself as he briefly caressed her nude body and kissed her neck, she in turn nuzzled against him, pushing him with her head giggling playfully, almost trying to knock him off his feet.
“You want out or what?” he tried to sound stern and chastising but she could see the playful gleam in his eyes. That fast he had pushed her onto her hands and knees and sat astride her back as he grabbed her hair playfully in a dominant way, “You so very bad,” he crooned as he ground briefly against her back, “naughty girl, eh. I have dinner to cook. Be good.” He leaned down and kissed the top of her head and then sat up briefly massaging her shoulders as she relaxed her back beneath him, letting his weight sink sensually into her. “Besides, I have surprise to tell you about at dinner.” He finished taking off the restraints while still atop her, then finally almost reluctantly he got up off her. Sarah could see the bulge growing within the elegant pressed slacks. “Donna malefica!” he smiled darkly, his eyes both dominant and aroused, “You get me so aroused. I am so very happy I found you, mio bellisimo. You are indeed a rare gift.”
When she was not in collar as his horse, Sarah was fairly free to dress however she wanted to from the clothing Furio had bought her, and he had bought her many outfits some comfortable and practical and others downright sexy and revealing, once the collar was on, she usually trained naked or with just a small sports bra/halter top and small thong type underwear, mainly to keep the harnesses from chafing her skin. But it was growing colder out there day by day as October was slipping over the New Jersey area with an early bite to it. She half wondered how he would dress her when there was snow on the ground.
“Sarah,” his commanding but magnetic voice shook her out of her mental wanderings, “I have important thing to tell you.” He poured them both some wine as they dined on fresh eggplant caponata he had made for them. “My work gets busy now, I have to, how you say, be away a lot.” He paused and she watched him sip his wine, watched the dark edges of his hard but chiseled face, the way his hair was tightly brushed back in it’s small but elegant ponytail and even more, she watched those piercing blue-grey eyes of his.
“There is a very fine stable not to far from here, the Black Pine stables owned by the Moradelli family.” He continued.
“I know them!” Sarah piped up, “Well I don’t know, them, but I know their stable name, they are pretty famous. They compete a lot in Devon at the famous dressage shows.”
“Well yes, they old world trainers, have many wonderful horses.” Furio continued, “But they also have another stable within their stable…” he made the Italian hand gesture of something hidden, something secret. “They train ponygirls and ponyboys, human cavallos’ such as yourself.”
Sarah blushed deeply a moment, “Go on!” she looked at him incredulously, “Really?”
He smiled in his light hearted way, “Si, really.” He was pleased by her surprised but aroused reaction. He sighed a moment and put down his napkin, “Sarah, I no want to leave you chained up all day, eh? You are good girl, good mare. You have been honest with me, given me no reason to doubt you or your loyalty to me. You need to be somewhere safe and where you can be trained and be free to relax as a cavallo. With the cold winter coming up, we no be able to do so much training in the snow. The Moradelli’s have an elegant place with indoor ring.”
Sarah nodded her understanding. She sensed there was more to the tale, but Furio never told her of that secret and dark aspect of his work as a hitman or whatever illegal things he did.
“In two weeks you will be interviewed and tested by the owner of the stable, Luciano Moradelli. You must pass his tests to be given permission to board there, to be trained there.”
Sarah looked about to open her mouth and speak, but Furio quickly shushed her. “Shhh, Sarah, listen to me. I know you have promised me loyalty; I am truly touched here in my heart. Each day your spirit and playful soul wraps itself more tighter around me, I never thought I would find someone who so truly clicked in this thing I crave as much as you do. But we must keep secret how we met. Never can anyone know that I captured you and made you mine.”
She reached out her hand and briefly touched his warm and strong arm. “It’s Ok, Furio.” She said again, her green eyes seeming to see into his soul this time, “I will keep our secrets, I will make you proud.”
That night it would be him who initiated the sex between them, at first he had ridden her naked around the shack, flesh upon flesh. She always seemed to get as aroused as him at being ridden on all fours, but this time there was no collar, no bridle on her. She was free to be as she wished, but still she enjoyed the same dark games and fetishes as him.
He steered her into his bedroom, and then got off her back and tossed her onto his bed. He was going to make love to her gently but her eyes had burned with a deep arousing fire and she looked at him, “You have broken and tamed me as a horse, now break and tame me as a woman, Furio. Let me feel your strength, your dominance.”
His own soul came alive as a roaring fire as he flipped her over onto her back and straddled her chest as he forced her to suck his cock. He was rough but not cruel, dominant but not hateful. When he could stand it no longer, he flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her ass up in the air, levering her hips so he could impale her and he indeed rode her hard from behind, pounding into her with a fury unmatched as she groaned and climaxed under him. Her own pounding orgasm soon threw him over the edge and he wrapped his hands around her throat from behind putting just enough pressure to let her know he was in control, but not to harm her. That fast and harshly he drove into her, his cum erupting deep inside her. “Appartieni a me, anima e corpo!!” He growled harshly in Italian ‘You are MINE! In mind, body and soul!’ whenever he spoke in Italian to her, it seemed to just arouse her even more.
He pulled out of her and sat on her stomach, his hands lightly caressing her shoulders and neck as his intense eyes seemed to glare down at her with both passion and ownership. “Tomorrow, I will give to you your new name, the name for your horse spirit. It is one I have worked hard to think of. I will even have it engraved on a nametag for you halter, eh.” He said with a chuckle. Her erect nipples and slight moan of contentment showed him exactly what she thought of his giving her a new name. He caressed her cheek, her breasts while still sitting atop her stomach. “When you are out of collar you will be Sarah, but when you are in collar, when you are in harness and my cavallo, you name will be Allegria.”
She blinked and half trembled in happiness beneath him. “What does it mean?” she asked him, a playful light in her eyes, “Nothing bad I hope?”
“No, no, no.” he finally got off her and lay next to her, “It mean in my home tongue, ‘playful, full of merriment’.” He caressed her a moment. Then with a sudden harshness grabbed her face in his hands and stared into her eyes. Sarah felt as if her soul was suddenly as naked to him as the rest of her, that dark piercing gaze of his that seemed to miss nothing. That quick the darkness was gone out of his eyes, as if he had read her and passed judgment in a matter of seconds.
“Tonight,” he said as he lay back on the bed his hands beneath his head, “You no be tied up. Tonight you sleep at my side; you have earned that privilege my little one.”