The Cavallo and the Trainer VI

by Kanashii
- do not use without the author's permission.



Chapter 8: Secrets and Dangers

Nearly four days had past after that last conversation and intimate night with her trainer, Furio. After that he seemed to pull back some from her, at least emotionally. Yes, he was always the fair and firm trainer, and Sarah, (Also known as Allegria) was spending even more time with her dark Italian trainer. It seemed almost as if he were trying to drill everything into her at once. The constant work and drilling was nearly driving her nuts with exhaustion and frustration.

Several times while in harness she had kicked fiercely at him, bit at him, or worse just pulled back and refused to work, even when the whip came down hard across her flank. He was driving her far to hard, and how she hoped and prayed for the more calmer, gentler trainer she had seen in him before, but something heavy seemed to be bothering him lately. As they were out trotting along the trails in the woods, he had been driving her even harsher, pushing her when even he knew she was tired and sore. At one point with a groan she just stopped and refused to move no matter how much he snapped the reins on her or growled at her in his fierce Italian.

Furio swung down off the sulky out in the middle of the Pine Barrens and advanced on her, for one of the few times Allegria remembered she saw that hard, unbending and dangerous look in his eyes.

“Pazzo cavallo!” He hissed, “Vaffanculo!” and snatched at her reins.

She tried to pull free to bolt as he reared his powerful arm back to strike her with the whip. At the last moment, clarity and control seemed to come into his eyes, and instead the whip lashed the ground harshly instead of her. His hands jerked her head around roughly on the bit, and he grabbed both sides of her bridle. “Listen to me.” He said in English, as coldly and clearly as he had warned her that day about not trying to escape. “I know is lot of stuff we are learning. The Moradelli’s, they expect perfection, you NEED to know a lot of this stuff in Italiano or you will not pass Master Luciano’s tests.” Furio sighed and released her head, now stroking it softly, almost as if angry at himself for losing his temper with her. She had been responding as a horse to his harsh treatment, his drive to have her learn all this was not her fault, but he had to make her understand. But even more there were other things happening in his life that he could not tell her about at all.

“Look,” he said as he idly glanced around and then reached into his pocket for a small plastic bag that held some gummi bears now softened by the heat of his body. It was one of her favorite treats. “You are good cavallo, Allegria. You need to learn this stuff, eh? The Moradelli’s, they’re whole family they are into this thing,” he made a sweeping gesture with his hand. “This whole human cavallo thing, all of them. You need to be dedicated and willing if you want them to accept you, Valerio’s friendship with me can only get you so far. I not send you there because I don’t care, but because I do care about you deeply.” His grey eyes now pierced her soul and made her heart waver as they often did when he looked at her so intently. She moaned softly.

“Shhh, shhh,” He soothed her checking the harness around her nude body and caressing her. “I want you safe, where I can enjoy you fully, and where you can be safe. Understand now?”

She nodded and snorted gently against him, thrusting her head deep against his chest. It was a small gesture that was something special between them, almost as if she was trying to burrow under his arm or against the side of him.

“Hey, hey!” he laughed quietly as her head thrust against him tickling and searching for more treats. “You gotta earn the rest, eh?” He patted her gently and then once again swung up onto the sulky. They again moved off down the dirt trails with a click of his tongue and a quick flick of the reins against her powerful shoulders and upper back.

They hadn’t gotten much further, when they turned deep into some thick woods that were almost so dark it resembled twilight. Here the entire forest floor was covered in thick pine needles, almost as soft as a carpet. She had to throw her shoulders into the harness even more and pull harder. But something was bugging her, some feeling was tickling the base of her skull and making a deep chilled feeling slide down her spine like ice water. What is it? Her mind groaned, something is wrong, very, very wrong.

Abruptly she stopped, remaining perfectly still between the harness. The only noise she made, in the hopes it would alert Furio was a soft chuffing deep within her chest. But she hadn’t needed to worry; obviously the well trained man sensed something as well. Already he had silently swung down off the sulky and was now crouching, his 9mm already in his hand. He came up along side of her and tapped her once, then put his finger to his lips ordering her to complete silence. She of course obeyed.

She could sense he was alert, glancing around in the dark forest. Something whined then hitting the metal shafts next to her side. The harsh and hot vibrations of the thing bent the shaft and sent a piercing pain up her leg. That quickly Furio swung to the front of her and his gun barked 3 times. She saw him jog about 10 yards and shoot something unmoving on the ground and then take off running even deeper into the woods.

Slowly, still hitched to the sulky and dragging it behind her she limped over to the unmoving lump, as she got closer she could tell it was human. A man dressed in camouflage hunting gear, a fallen rifle near his body. He was shot 3 times, twice in the chest and then the top of his head neatly blown off, as though it was a cracked egg. Sarah felt her bile rise in her throat, terror thrum along her nerves. Somewhere deep in the forest she heard more gunfire; two sharp shots, then two answering shots in reply. Back and forth it went a few moments and then silence.

She swung her head up and glanced warily around. What if Furio had been shot? Would they now come after her? Who was shooting at him, why? Some rival mob family?

She heard a stick snap under the weight of someone’s foot and abruptly her head and shoulders swung around as much as she could while still between the metal shafts.

Thankfully it was just Furio jogging back over to her. He was replacing the gun back in his pocket now, and retying his ponytail as a few strands of his hair had come loose during his chase.

She wanted to ask question, but knew she shouldn’t and even worse, she knew he would give her no answers. This wasn’t her business, and she was just his pet. Almost as if sensing her indecision and terror over this whole thing he simple stroked her and then swiftly began unharnessing her from the cart. “We have much work to do, my Pet.” He spoke in English, in that tone of his that both soothed and grounded her but also let her know he was in full control.

As he led her out of the shafts he saw the deep bruise and small trickle of blood where the bullet had hit the shaft and then the shaft had bent and injured her leg. It was sore, it would leave a scar, but it was better than the alternative, a bullet deep in her leg or her heart. The metal shaft had saved her life, as had Furio. “Is Ok,” He said after briefly examining her leg. “It will heal fine.” He let her reins dangle as he now dragged the first body, and using some chain and leather straps bound him up and then hooked Allegria to him. She shivered a moment as she realized she was being hooked to the dead body and also realized what he was going to have her do. Pull it somewhere.

Grabbing her reins he walked along side of her, “Trainare!” he commanded gently but firmly, ‘Pull, drag’. Pulling dead weight was a lot harder than pulling a well balanced cart with wheels on it, but pull she did, occasionally Furio grabbing the legs of the body to lift it over some roots or any obstacles.

To her it seemed like miles she pulled that heavy body, her own body was soaked in sweat, her muscles trembling with exhaustion as they kept going on some route that only he knew. Finally they came to what looked like a small ravine, about 40 feet deep, with wicked crevices down below. He unhooked the body and then with a heave of his own strong muscles sent it tumbling down below. She shuddered a moment, but without further words he now lead her back to where he had shot the other man. Again, the whole procedure was repeated, being hooked to the body and then dragging it to the ravine. Sweat was pouring off her now; even though it was slipping into late brisk October early evening and the temperatures dropping rapidly she was quite warm from all her exercise. Her muscles were aching and trembling with fatigue, her lungs burning for rest and air, but still she pulled valiantly. His only comments an occasional stroke on the shoulder or a brief “Molto bene, Allegria”. ‘Very good’.

After the second body was also dumped down the ravine, he led her back to the sulky and rehitched her to it, but this time instead of riding the 3 miles back to the shack, he walked along side of her, allowing her muscles some rest from pulling. “Things are going to have to speed ahead, mio cavallo.” He said as they neared the shack. “This location is no safe anymore. They know I here.”

He didn’t say who ‘they’ were, but he didn’t need to. Obviously whoever these assassins were that had shot at them. Once back at the shack, after taking off her harness and collar, he again ordered her onto all fours in the bathtub where he meticulously bathed her by hand, as one would a dog or horse, soothing her muscles as well as tending to the bruise and cut on her leg. After he was finished taking care of her, he massaged her shoulders, “You go reheat some ziti for dinner, I going to shower and will be right out.”

Once again she nuzzled him, her red hair draping sensuously over her face like a mane as she pressed herself against him. He smelled as he always did, the familiar and comforting smell of his light cologne, male sweat, but now there was something else sinister mixed with his scent; The smell of human blood. Still she leaned into him, letting him know she was solidly behind him and on his side as he smiled warmly and soothed her in Italian. “You are such a very good girl, I so proud of you.” This time he tilted her head up and kissed her harshly on the lips, seeming to draw the very air from her lungs.

“You have so much corraggio, eh?” he smiled and gently touched her chest where her heart was.

He would never kill her. He knew it in his heart and soul as deeply as he knew anything. He knew she would never betray him, and if he did have to go back to Italy, his wonderful cavallo would be coming with him, at his side.

Chapter 9: The Judging

The next morning, Furio drove Sarah bright and early into downtown New York City. They stopped at a medical office, and were soon escorted in before normal hours to see a strong handsome male black doctor. He was quite fit and buff, with a shaved head, handsome lines, and a deep baritone voice as smooth as exotic coffee. Sarah could tell at once, that this man was like Furio, A true Master and trainer. Even though his voice and touch was professional and even gentle at times, she knew he could be a powerful and formidable opponent if his orders were not followed.

First the doctor spoke to her, wanting any medical background information she had to offer, he then conducted the most thorough physical Sarah had ever gotten. Everything from an OB-GYN exam to putting her on a treadmill and giving her a cardiac stress test. The doctor himself drew several vials of blood for testing and then had run his strong hands down around every part of her body, examining her muscles, her nerves and her very sinew.

The man seemed to fill out pages of medical information on her and then even tested her in such things as how quickly her pussy could be aroused to having her get down on all fours, while the doctor himself sat astride her back for nearly 15 minutes as he continued to fill out paperwork, until he could sense the slightest tremble to her muscles, signaling whatever it was he wanted to know. The last thing was a set of vaccinations.

Finally after nearly two hours the exam was finished and the doctor handed Furio a stamped card, and copied parts of the medical records. “One copy for you, and give these two items to Mr. Moradelli.” The doctor nodded knowingly.

“Thank you for seeing us on such short notice. It is deeply appreciated, Dottore. Know that if there is any favor I can ever do for you, you need only ask.” Furio said genuinely as Sarah noticed him handing the doctor close to 4,000$ in cash.

Next came the long drive out to the more rural areas of New York State, to the Moradelli’s elegant ranch, “Black Pine Stables.” The whole ride there, Furio grilled her almost with an intensity of a cop on what to say and how to behave in front of the Moradelli’s. Sarah just nodded and said nothing, she knew Furio was anxious and stretched thin right now, it was as if his mind was in 6 different places, and right now before he could do anything else, he wanted her safe and secure at the Moradelli’s.

“It may be awhile before I can come see you again.” he finally said at one point. “I don’t know, maybe two weeks. I have many things to do. But I will come back to you.” As if wanting to calm Sarah’s nervousness, he added with a faint gleam in his eyes, “An’ I expect you to have learned some graceful moves, my cavallo.” He smiled, “I will ride you both in the sulky and in all fours in that fancy ring that the Moradelli’s own, and you better impress me, eh?” he reached over and stroked her cheek. Unconsciously she began to kiss and caress his strong fingers with her lips.

They finally pulled into a long gravel driveway that was framed and surrounded by its own small forest of tall, stately evergreens. They pulled up to a large metal gate and after speaking a few moments in Italian to the call box, the gate swung open and allowed them in. A large wrought iron archway over the gate proclaimed ‘Black Pine Stables’.

Sarah could only stare at this breathtaking land and property. Elegant white fences were everywhere, and here and there in several pastures she saw magnificent Hanoverians, Andalusians and even some fiery black Friesian horses. Here and there were various outdoor rings set up with some jumps or smaller rings for dressage training. There was even a track outside for driving a horse (or human??) in a cart or carriage. This place was quite secluded and private. She had heard of the Moradelli’s had even seen some of their proud and well trained horses perform at the Devon horse show, but so far she didn’t see anything that hinted that there was another stable ‘hidden’ inside. However the thought aroused her deeply.

“You like?” Furio turned to her as he watched her absorbing it all, taking in the grandeur of the place.

“Oh yes!” she smiled warmly at him, and then gently stroked his arm a moment before continuing glancing around like a kid at a candy store. While she had worked on many horse farms herself, this one was indeed truly spectacular and the grandest she had seen yet. They followed the twisting, winding road for quite a distance before they finally pulled up near a set of very large and long buildings. As soon as Sarah opened the car door, the warm smell of horses, hay, sawdust, and fine leather slammed into her like a long lost lover. It comforted her very psyche and soul, and she breathed deeply of the familiar scent.

This first building was obviously an indoor arena, the huge front doors were open and Sarah could see inside a rather tall blonde man lunging a horse around the inside arena a fine cloud of dust from the elegant horse trotting around in circles on a lunge line. Already walking out to meet them was another man, he was smaller than Furio, only around 5’8 and although he was lean he was also well muscled, with strong sinew. Built, slim but hard and strong like a rider. Quite handsome, he had close cropped dark hair, dark sensuous eyes, full lips and the handsome unmistakable look of someone of southern Mediterranean descent.

“Valerio, amico mio!” Furio and the man embraced briefly. Sarah idly watched the two men talking briefly in Italian, like Furio; there was something in Valerio’s eyes that spoke of power, and hidden darkness. The whole time Valerio did not even acknowledge her, however she could feel his powerful eyes flicking across her on occasion, as if assessing, judging, pondering. It both aroused her and made her tremble a bit, like the first time she had met Furio.

At some unspoken signal, Valerio gave a slight nod, and began leading Furio and Sarah into the building and along side the ring. She wanted to watch the large blonde man lunging the elegant black stallion, but Furio’s strong hand was leading her firmly at his side. Besides, she had promised him to make him proud, knew that she was being judged by these people.

Valerio continued leading them through the labyrinth of this place and Sarah was astounded at how big it was realizing that these buildings were all connected. She also could not help but watch the agile form of Valerio walking up ahead of them and she began to feel her mind daydreaming about his strong hand training her, putting her through her paces.

Valerio unbolted and slid open yet another door and this one led to another indoor ring, but Sarah knew right away that this was not for real horses. Things were a bit smaller, but still to the same exacting standards as for real horses. This indoor ring had bleachers around it, and already there were two other people sitting on one of the lower bleachers. An older man dressed in casual riding clothes and a beautiful young woman with a stern face, long dark hair and high cheekbones. Like Valerio, they showed a strong Mediterranean heritage.

Sarah had seen the older man and the woman before, competing with some of their finest Andalusian horses in Pennsylvania. She knew the woman was Lena Moradelli, and the older man was Luciano Moradelli. She gulped once, but then tried to carry herself the best she could. The other thing that had immediately caught her attention was the woman who was tied to a metal ring inside the exercise ring. She was close to Sarah’s height, but with long blonde hair that was tied in a single braid. She was completely naked, except for a light harness around her body, and piercings in her nipples that held two small bells on them. She was lean, lanky and as beautiful as any model and Sarah felt her shoulders droop unconsciously. She suddenly felt so ‘plain’ next to this stunning ponygirl.

Again Furio repeated his gesture of hugging and speaking with both Luciano and then Lena, then after a few moments slipped the medical paperwork to Luciano.

“Let Valerio prepare her in the ring, while we talk.” The older man had glanced at Sarah briefly and then glanced back at Furio.

Furio nodded then sat down next to Luciano as the handsome Valerio came to take her in hand. “You going to be good for me Allegria?” he asked. Unlike Furio he didn’t have any Italian accent; in fact he had a strong hint of a New York City accent to him. She noticed that Val now held a small piece of dried apple in the palm of his hand. Like with Furio she snorted gently and then worked her lips almost playfully over his wonderfully smooth hand as she delicately picked the apple from his palm.

“Good mare.” Val patted her rather roughly on the shoulder as one would a real horse and then slipped on a halter designed for humans around her head and led her next to the gorgeous blonde ponygirl. As soon as they got within range of the blonde, the other ponygirl whinnied fiercely and tried to kick at Allegria.

That fast Valerio moved in on the blonde as he bought the lead rope harshly across the blonde’s sexy ass. “Knock it off, Ribelle!!” he growled in a low voice that made the hairs on the back of Sarah’s neck stand up. “That’s one extra punishment you earned yourself.”

Ribelle snorted and seemed to wilt under Val’s dour and intimidating glare as she scooted over and ignored both the handler and the new ponygirl.

Val now began to efficiently undress Sarah/Allegria and she didn’t dare make a move or a peep. First she knew she was being judged on all she was doing and second, this Valerio seemed to take no shit from anyone. He was very strict. She did notice however that like Furio he was very careful in making sure that all harness work and such was comfortable and well fitted. He worked even faster than Furio normally did and within a matter of minutes had Allegria efficiently naked and in harness. His harsh eye seemed to skim across her nude body, and Sarah felt awful. “Definitely a diet for you,” Val commented, “But you are strong, like a nice war horse, I like that. You will be worked and trained so much you will tone up in no time.” He seemed to smirk slightly.

Allegria just gulped and tried to look away but Valerio’s strong hand pulled her face towards him. “Look at me mare.” He quietly ordered. Allegria immediately obeyed him, her green eyes looking with both submission but strength into his own dark brown ones. “Furio says he has been training you in Italian, is this true?”

She nodded her head yes, and briefly pawed the sandy floor with her bare foot.

“Bene.” He said and then stepped back. “Giu.” He gave a slight tug on the lead rope and immediately she dropped to her hands and knees.

She felt him swing one leg over her back, and then lower himself down astride her. Immediately he picked up his legs and placed his heels right near her thighs. “Andare.” He squeezed her ribs and also dug his heels briefly into her thighs. Using just the lead rope and his legs he rode her the 30 feet over to where his father, sister and Furio were all sitting. Allegria could feel all eyes on her, even though the others were still talking. Once Val had pulled her up near his father he reined her in and sat on her back a few minutes longer, commenting in Italian about something. Whatever he said it made the old man and Furio smile. Finally he got up off her, ordered her to stand back up and then loosely tied her to a ring near his father and then strode off to do something with the blonde ponygirl.

Finally the elegant older man got up and entered into the ring, Furio along side him.

“Allegria, this is Master trainer, Luciano Moradelli.” Furio briefly said.

The old man actually held his hand out to her, and she saw Furio give a brief nod yes. She warmly and respectfully shook Luciano’s hand.

“First you and I will talk Sarah.” Luciano spoke, “Then we will do a variety of tests with you.” Like Furio, the older man had a distinct Italian accent, but it sounded different, as though from a different region. “For now you are free to talk, until I tell you otherwise.” Luciano instructed.

“Yes sir.” She answered him, and was surprised to find her voice a bit nervous sounding. Even though he was an older man she could sense the power in him, the knowledge and even the strength of his will and body.

Unlike in front of Valerio or the gorgeous blonde ponygirl, Allegria did not feel self conscious. She could see the old man’s eyes appraising her and he seemed quite pleased. At first they simply talked, in fact he just talked to her about mundane things. She told him about any experience she had with real horses working on horse farms and such, what her own riding and training experience was what she enjoyed most about real horses and riding, where she was from, all kinds of things. Finally he steered the questions to more intimate and erotic questions. What kind of games and fetishes did she like, how was her tolerance to pain, what kind of things aroused her and what didn’t. Of course she had a feeling that he was just sensing her out, getting a read on it. In the long run, she knew these trainers would do whatever they wished with her, regardless if she found it uncomfortable, painful, arousing, humiliating or not.

He then got even more specific, asking her about what Furio had trained her in, how well she knew Italian, “Not well at all sir, only some base commands that Master Furio had taught me.” Luciano then quizzed her on what she enjoyed most about being a ponygirl, what she least enjoyed. Several times she had blushed under his questions and scrutiny, but always she answered him. She knew to not answer him would be disrespectful. Sometimes she would not even know an answer herself. When he had asked her in his grandfatherly voice, “Whatta you like about being a ponygirl, whatta you find arousing and yet attracted about it?” She had blushed deeply at his question.

It took her a few moments to get her thoughts in order, but finally she looked up, deep into his eyes, as though hoping her heart and soul would tell him what her words so inadequately described. “There is something so freeing about being a ponygirl.” She had began, “To know your care and training is completely in the hands of another, that you have no say over anything. You must trust in your trainers, and to want to please them. That is arousing to the soul, to see the pleasure in your Master’s eyes…” her eyes had briefly flickered over to her handsome master, Furio. “To feel the hands caress and let you know that you indeed did a good job, that is what is so wonderful.” She had paused then and again looked deeply into Luciano’s eyes, “As far as arousal…” she paused her mind remembering all the times Furio had been astride her back, using her for his pleasure, punishing her, controlling her. How she craved the dominance of him, of his touch, or his care. She tried to explain to Luciano what was in her mind, and thankfully she could tell he seemed to understand implicitly, that even though he was old, and his eyesight beginning to fail him that he could read her clearly.

“Ah yes, Allegria.” He mused and now it was his hand that came out and began to stroke her neck and caress up her shoulder. “The control of a true Maestro, a Master. That is indeed something arousing, is it not? You are a natural at this, yes? I can tell.” He slowly withdrew his hand and she saw his eyes harden, not cruelly but as a Master as one in total control now. “Now, you will be silent for me. Silenzio.” He gently ordered her. “Now I will judge ‘Allegria’ the cavallo. My daughter Lena and my son Valerio are master trainers and riders as well. For the next hour you will be treated and assessed as nothing but a horse.” The old man turned and glanced at Furio. “Forgive us Furio, now you must give us privacy to judge your cavallo. Why not go watch Daniel work the new jumper, eh?”

“Of course Don Luciano.” Furio nodded and then without so much as a glance back he walked out of the ring, back to the main building where the real horses were housed.

Now the old man stepped close into her space and began to run his calloused hands all over her body, checking her muscles, her tone. He picked up each foot one at a time, as one would do with a horse, checking to see how compliant she was. He opened her mouth and checked her teeth, sweeping his finger around her mouth. Never was she asked anything, he simply did.

Already she could feel her nipples hardening at the touch of this master trainer. A few times he spoke in Italian to his son and daughter, but never did he speak directly to Allegria. Finally Luciano untied her from the “O” ring and slipped on a long 30 foot lead rope and picked up a lunge whip. Using the commands that she had learned from Furio he sent her out along the rail and had her walk, trot and canter. A few times he would use the whip to instruct something to her, new words she had not heard before. She was confused, frightened like that first day she had been with Furio. But Luciano was good at what he did, and using just the whip or his voice, he was able to convey what he wanted her to do. (Pull her legs up higher, or take longer strides, or to back up in a straight line.)

Finally he pulled her into the center of the ring, and handed her to Valerio who now began to slip a bridle into her mouth. This one was not as comfy as the one Furio had, this one had a thick hard rubber curb bit with a bitter rubber taste, and she mouthed it and shook her head fighting it.

“Smettere!” Valerio gave a harsh tug to the bridle, “Settle down!” He walked her around the ring a bit loosening her up and making sure the tack fitted well, and then led her to the center of the ring where he ordered her down on all fours.

She immediately obeyed but as she looked up she was almost dismayed to see Lena striding over towards her with spurs on and a riding crop in one hand. Sarah had never even conceived of being ridden by a woman, had never been handled by one, it was both a turn off and yet somehow arousing as well. Allegria rolled her eyes like a horse and tensed up, pawing the ground with her hand in anger.

Lena even in this capacity acted the professional rider, and Allegria sensed that she could be a very cruel rider indeed if she wanted to. “You don’t like me do you?” Lena’s voice was arrogant but yet also sultry in its own way. “Good, I like a feisty horse. Fight me all you want my pony, but you will bend to me. I can be a total bitch I assure you and you will not win if you challenge me.”

Lena Moradelli sat down hard on Allegria’s back and gathered the reins tight in her hands, causing that harsh rubber bit to wrench Allegria’s mouth and head upwards. It was almost as if the woman was sadistically trying to push Allegria to her limit of tolerance to see what she could take, and when she would fight back.

Allegria tensed and to began to back up with Lena on her back, her eyes rolling in both anger and discontentment at this whole situation. She suddenly felt the hot lash and sharp crack of the riding crop against her ass. The pain snapped her very soul and she lurched forward, trying to grab the bit in her teeth and buck Lena off. That quick she felt the cruel jab of blunted spurs in her thighs and the strong tightening of Lena’s thighs against her. The spurring would not have been so bad; however Lena’s spur had dug right into the injury she had received the other day from the assassin, and Allegria moaned in pain and immediately the fight left her. Now she stood trembling beneath Lena as the woman ground her ass a bit into her back getting herself comfortable and asserting her dominance over Allegria.

“Now, move!” Lena ordered in a harsh tone and drove her weight forward giving a harsh crack with the crop on Allegria’s shoulder. Since Lena was so light compared to Furio or Valerio, Allegria was able to walk fairly easily with the woman on her back. She could feel the woman’s tight ass and legs in synchronicity with her own body as she moved beneath her. Lena began to put her through several paces, and then began to use the reins having her do tighter and tighter circles until Allegria was almost spinning in place with Lena on her like some agile reining horse. The whole time, Lena sat her as still as a statue, her own body nearly one with Allegria’s powerful muscles. She rode her for a good 10 minutes and finally pulled her up and then began to grind almost lewdly and arousingly against Allegria’s back as if masturbating herself on her, as she humiliated the woman beneath her.

“Definitely a good riding pony.” She spoke to both her father and brother. “Nice padding on her back, both comfortable and very sexy.” She chuckled a dark throaty laugh and ground her crotch some more on Allegria’s back.

“Ok, Ok!” her brother gruffed at her, his hands folded across his own muscular chest. “Don’t tire her out all at once; I’m sure you will use her many times.”

“You’re such a party pooper.” She laughed at her handsome brother, then got off Allegria’s back. She kneeled down then almost face to face with Allegria and grabbing the girls bridle pulled her right up to her face. “We will play again my pretty pony. I like you.” And then she caught Allegria completely off guard by kissing her harshly on the lips, her tongue thrusting deeply inside her bridled mouth.

Allegria stood there numb with total shock and awe, her mind swirling around a million different thoughts. She had been so stunned by Lena’s harsh riding and handling of her. A part of her wanted to fight Lena for all she was worth, but a part of her was also so aroused over the woman’s confidant and domineering ways. A Part of her was angry that this ‘kid’ dared to be so bitchy and arrogant with her, but a part of her was also thrumming with arousal and wanting to also please Lena.

Val chuckled at Allegria’s surprised expression as he now walked over to her and once again sat down harshly on her, as her back bent beneath him. “What’s the matter, not used to a woman handling you?” he asked. Without warning his finger had reached behind him and sought out Allegria’s pussy. He felt the slick wetness of her juices, the hard arousal of her clit. With his own dark laugh he called out to his sister. “Actually I think she does like you, Lena. She’s dripping wet.”

Allegria felt so humiliated and exposed she just seemed to sag beneath Valerio’s tight ass. “That’s it, Mare.” He ordered, “Let me feel your total submission beneath me.” And like Furio did that one day, Valerio now sat on Allegria long and hard in many different positions. Testing the various parts of her back for strength, feeling exactly where the sweet spots on her spine were.

He ground himself against her back, and Allegria could feel his cock begin to harden beneath his riding breeches. Now it was Valerio who rode Allegria around the ring at a walk, then using his crop began to work her in English, “Front legs higher!” He ordered and gave a light tap to her shoulder, “Left, right, left, now right. Up, up as though you are reaching out for something to grab. Arm level with your shoulder, right, left…” It dawned on Allegria then that she was doing the elegant Spanish walk that she had seen proud Andalusian horses do before. A stunning walk, where the front hooves are picked up almost level with the horses’ chest, it was a very slow gait, designed purely to look elegant and flowing.

“Excellent,” Valerio rewarded her with his voice and a soft pat once she began picking up exactly what he wanted her to do. “Very good, elegante” he then said in Italian, “Passo elegante.”

Allegria’s heart soared that already she had learned something new, not only that but had learned it truly as a horse would, not knowing what to expect but then learning through Val’s patient explaining and the movement of his hips and weight atop her, and the gentle tap on each shoulder with the crop. He made her walk elegantly all the way back to where his father and sister now stood. As Val confidently rode her, his body flowed along with hers, his weight shifting back and forth, the riding crop gently tapping each shoulder as a signal to pick up her front leg and extend it. A few times he tested her by tapping a shoulder with the crop and holding it there to see if she would put the foot down, but no, she held it, held the pose even longer, she was truly listening to him, not trying to second guess him and this seemed to please all three of the Moradelli’s immensely.

“Go get the sulky.” Luciano gently ordered his son, and then he approached Allegria and sat astride her back. He was also a very petite man, only around 5’6 and maybe 120 lbs. But she could feel the hard muscles beneath his pants, the way he sat atop her told her intimately here was an expert rider, and a true master trainer.

“Such a good girl, eh?” he spoke in English and began to rub his hands along her shoulders and sides as Furio often did. She felt him shift and he used one rein to pull her head around, she noticed the old man had leaned down and was holding something under her nose, a small imported peppermint. “Take it, my playful Allegria.” He soothed. With a soft sigh of gratitude at his kindness she gently took the peppermint from him and her lips caressed his fingers.

He patted her shoulder again, and then shortened up slightly on the reins. “Let me see why Furio calls you Allegria, eh? Let me see your playful side, my powerful mare.”

Never was he rough or harsh with her. He needed no spurs or crop but she could tell he was the most experienced rider of all. He encouraged her to play and be rebellious beneath him; encouraged her to buck, romp or be feisty, but always it was a gentle playful merriment with her. She danced beneath him, backed up, tried to twist around but always he gently but firmly got her centered on him. Like Furio he spoke to her only in Italian now, but within a matter of moments he had her doing the same move Lena had taught her, the tight spin in a circle. First left and then right, until she spun so fast she felt she would fall over with dizziness. But always Luciano rode her solidly and confidently.

“Passo elegante.” He commanded her in a steady voice, and he shifted his weight to the right, to the left to the right. Again she did the elegant ‘Spanish Walk’ prancing beneath him. By now, after all these people riding her, putting her through her paces she was nearing total exhaustion. Sweat was running down her sides, dripping down her flanks. Luciano finally pulled her up and simply sat quietly atop her wet, panting body as he watched his son hook Ribelle to the cart.

This was a two person cart, the shafts bigger to allow two human ponies to pull together in tandem. Luciano rode her over to where the cart was and finally got off her aching back. “Hook her up.” He said and instantly Valerio had half pulled Allegria to her feet and had nimbly hooked her in next to the other ponygirl Ribelle.

Luciano now went to sit down and watch to see how the new ponygirl would act as both Lena and Valerio climbed into the four wheeled vis-à-vis carriage. Ribelle immediately tried to nip at Allegria, and that fast Valerio had bought the buggy whip down with deadly accuracy on Ribelle’s ass. The sudden snap of the carriage whip had made Allegria nearly bolt and flinch as it reminded her of those awful gunshots the other day.

“Not a very assertive Mare is she?” Lena commented, and Allegria was sure she was talking about her.

“She knows she is being tested.” Val calmly replied, “She is nervous. Ribelle better hope Allegria stays nice, because otherwise Allegria could kick her ass in a fight.”

“You hear that Ribelle?” Lena drawled in a dark but sultry voice, “You better treat that new mare nicely, you may be a thoroughbred, but Allegria is like a Clydesdale and she could whomp you like a worm!”

Ribelle’s only comment was an angry defiant toss of her head and a harsh snort.

“Trotto, andare!” Valerio snapped the reins and immediately both girls threw themselves into the harness and began pulling. Allegria noticed that Ribelle pulled with a very elegant style, even at a trot. The girl’s knees were pulled up almost level with her narrow waist, her chest jutted out and she pulled with both strength and yet elegance. Allegria suddenly felt like the ugly duckling as she lumped around like a plow horse next to her.

“No grace at all,” Lena said making Allegria feel even more inadequate. “Knees up girl!” and that fast Allegria felt the whip touch her with a quick bite to her ass. Next to her in harness, Ribelle smirked silently.

Allegria worked her hardest to copy the elegant prance of Ribelle’s gait, tried to bring her knees up just as prettily, but still it lacked the grace and sophistication that Ribelle had.

“We’ll work on that.” Val said dryly as he occasionally flicked the whip on Allegria ass to remind her to pick up her knees.

And so the Moradelli’s had tested her for well over an hour, she could read nothing in Lena or Valerio’s dark eyes, but Allegria was sure she saw a pleased expression and acceptance in Luciano’s eyes.

“Go get Furio, both of you. Let him know his cavallo has been accepted for boarding and training.” The old man said. As soon as Lena and Valerio left the ring, Luciano himself unhooked her from the cart and led her to the side. “Listen carefully to me, Allegria.” His voice was steady but yet with unwavering finality. “I have decided to accept you, but if you agree, then you have no more say in anything. You will indeed be our horse to be trained, used in any way that I, or my son and daughter wishes. We are not your Master, Furio is that, but we will be your trainers and you will have absolutely no voice in anything we do.” He paused and pulled her head towards him, his calloused thumbs caressing gently her cheeks as his eyes searched hers. “I give you this opportunity now, with no one else here, to be honest with me. To refuse and back out if you wish. Do you give yourself to us in all ways; do you wish to remain here for training with us?”

She nuzzled against his hands a moment, softly smelling his own scent of peppermints and fine leather. Her head moved up across his warm chest and she snorted gently next to his neck as he caressed her face. She looked at him then, eye meeting eye and heart meeting heart and she nodded ‘yes’.

“Molto bene.” He smiled. “Sarah does not exist here then. Only Allegria, my ponygirl exists before me. And like any other horse on this farm, she has no say in what we do with her. She will be ours to train however we wish.” He reached in his pocket and offered her another peppermint which she eagerly accepted.