Randor led Katryn to a carousel that had five girls all with at least four months of training that were already running briskly in continuous circles. Only occasionally did the handlers need use their switches to encourage these girls to keep up the pace.

“OK, lets stop them for moment so I can add this one,” Randor called to the two handlers.

At that, one of the handlers dropped her switch and darted between two of the running girls to the center of the carousel where all the poles were mounted. Grabbing a lever, she began to apply the brakes to the carousel while both helpers called out “whoa” which was one of the few words that elves taught to girls. As they all felt the increased resistance on the leads clipped to their collars, the girls all slowed to a stop.

The girls already on the carousel had just begun to warm up and break a sweat, and now they were being stopped. To keep from losing their tone, all five pranced in place while waiting as Katryn was added to the carousel. The five all noticed that a new girl that they had never seen before was being added to their number. The five all glanced at each other and nodded slyly. They were going to give this new wild girl a real introduction to running.

With the call of the elf version of “giddy up,” from the helper as she returned to the outside of the circle, the carousel began to turn and pick up speed.

“Keep them running for a good two hours, but stop and water them at least every half hour,” Randor told the two handlers. After that, give them a good cool down walk then take them back to their stalls and feed them. Whoever takes care of the little strawberry, please let me know how she did.”

“I’m going to Glynda’s now, but will be back around noon if anyone is looking for me.” Randor said. “I plan to leave Vixin there overnight and pick her up tomorrow,”

“Do either of you know where that big chested black that Rolf rode over to Bothar’s yesterday is? I think I’ll take her along to ride back,” he asked the handlers.

“One of the trainers has her out on the track working her on pacing,” the female handler replied, referring to a very smooth fast walking gait that riders favored, but some saddle girls found hard to master.

“Well, then that’s out. She needs all the training she can get on pacing. I’d really like to put her up for sale next week along with the two buckskins that Lani and Rena are out showing off this morning. Pacing is the only thing the black seems to be having trouble with at this point,” Randor said to the other two.

“I can always borrow a buggy from Glynda and drive that young brown stallion, Buc, back here, the one that Berin seems so fond of. I think I’ll do that for her. It would be a real treat for her to have him all night. She’ll probably wear him right out,” Randor told the handlers as he began walking toward Vixin’s stable.

Randor had always been very fond of Berin, and she, like Vixin, constantly proved to be a great asset to his operation due to the calming influence both mares had on new girls as they went through their training.

Randor planned to use a buggy as elves seldom rode males, stallions especially. They were extremely strong and fast, but could also be aggressive and dangerous on occasion. They were much safer when harnessed and driven. The biggest drawback, though, in riding males came from the general shape of their bodies. Very few males had the narrow waist and broad hips of a good female mount. They also lacked the females’ ability to push out their rumps and bend slightly forward at the hips, hollowing their backs into a good “saddle seat”. Yes, although certainly not afraid to ride him, Randor would prefer to drive the brown stallion back from Glynda’s.

When he took Vixin out of her large stall, he patted her rump affectionately. He also slipped his hand between her muscled thighs and stroked her there gently. Vixin understood immediately where they were going, and had her hands been free to do so, would have quickly put on her own saddle and bridle.

As soon as Randor swung in to the saddle, Vixin did not wait for the rein command to rise, nor the spurs to tell her to start. She took off quickly, immediately assuming the quick pacing gait Randor preferred, and headed out of the stable and towards the front gait. Slightly miffed at her for not waiting for his commands, Randor said to his mount with some sarcasm, “I see that three weeks is a long time for you.” Vixin nodded her head several times, but Randor pretended not to consider her action as a response to his comment. He preferred to think that she was just shaking some spittle off her chin or moving her bit to a more comfortable position in her mouth. As always, Vixin allowed Randor to believe as he wanted.

Riding to Glynda’s stable, Randor never had to touch his spurs to Vixin’s flanks. He rather had to hold her back to keep her from breaking into a run, but she did manage to hold her gait down to a very fast pace. As he rode into Glynda’s stable yard, Randor saw that she had her palomino stallion, Tor, hitched to a two wheel sulky and was exercising him by driving around her large paddock. She drove the stallion through the paddock gate and reined him to a stop right next to where Randor sat waiting on Vixin.

“When I was in town, yesterday, I saw you coming from Bothar’s and thought you’d be over with her last night,” she said inclining her head toward Vixin and smiling.

“I started to, but figured she would enjoy herself more if she was rested. I figured we’d all enjoy ourselves more if we were all rested,” he smiled slyly.

“As usual this one was setting the pace for everyone going and coming,” he said as he patted the big roan’s shoulder. “I think I’ll leave her overnight with Tor, there,” he added. “That is if you don’t have him already booked.”

“I did have plans for him, but no commitments, so I can re-arrange his schedule,” Glynda replied. “I heard that you had a pretty successful trip.”

“It was a fast three weeks, but I think the four we caught will prove worth it,” he said. “We got a really big strong chestnut, two good blacks and a little strawberry roan that is a real bundle of energy. She reminds me of Vixin here when I first caught her.”

“Well, good,” she said laughing. “You’re going to need it to keep paying my fees. I do believe that you are my best customer. I don’t think another trainer in the village spends what you do on my services. They sure don’t bring any of their wild ones here like you do on occasion.”

“Now you know I never bring you a wild girl until I have had her for at least three months, and even then she has to have really earned it,” he chided. “Besides, the first two to three months of their training are mostly physical. They’re usually too tired to enjoy your stallions that much and besides, the stimulation effect of their diet hasn’t yet reached its full level.”

“It’s the last couple of months when we’re developing proper behavior in them, and teaching them their gaits and such that I find that rewards can work wonders. I also find that girls learn a lot faster if they are more relaxed, and by that time, most of them really need relaxing,” Randor said, grinning at Glynda.

“I can’t argue with your success. You always get top price for every girl you sell” she replied. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to. I need the business.”

“Speaking of relaxing a girl, I think we’d better stop talking and get Vixin and Tor into his stall,” she laughed.

“She hasn’t been able to stand still since you arrived, and he’s sure more than ready,” Glynda referred to Vixin’s nervous shifting of her weight back and forth from one foot to the other, and to Tor’s massive erection. Stallions like Tor were often fitted with a leather pouch to provide support for their testicles to prevent injury whenever they were being worked in harness or carrying a rider. Such pouches, though, had an opening through which the stallion’s penis was allowed to protrude so that he could relieve himself as necessary.

Since Tor had been halted to stand next to her, Vixin’s eyes had not left his erection. She had not had relief for three weeks, and was really tired of waiting. “When are these elves going to stop talking and let Tor and me get started doing what we came here for?” she thought to herself, impatiently.

Just like all girls and older women on a steady diet of the elves’ girl feed, Vixin’s sexual needs were substantially enhanced. This fact had been discovered centuries ago and efforts had initially been made to eliminate this side effect to their feed. However, it did not take long for trainers to realize the great power this gave them over their girls so the formula was changed back to not only restore the effect, but to enhance it. Owners, too, soon learned from the trainers and followed suit in demanding feed that had this effect on their girls.

The intense sexual desire that built up in a girl’s body, allowed her owner to reward or punish her at will, depending on her performance. It was both a carrot and stick at the same time which most trainers and owners employed quite effectively. It also provided a profitable livelihood for operations like that of Glynda who maintained an entire stable of stallions for the express purpose of servicing mares and fillies.

Stallions also received a special formula feed that enhanced their sexual prowess to the point that most could service at least half a dozen females per day. Tor was exceptional in that he literally held the record at Glynda’s of having serviced twelve girls in a single day. Glynda only allowed him to do that one time as she had no intention of having a bunch of overly heated fillies wear out her favorite young stallion.

Pregnancy among the elves’ girls was avoided with food additives in addition to those that enhanced their sexual needs. The herb and mineral combination that the elves used was similar to that which the Elders in the human villages employed to keep their twenty to twenty five year olds from conceiving. It virtually turned off the girl’s reproductive system so that she neither had periods nor could conceive while consuming it in her food. On those very rare occasions where a saddle girl did have a period, riding her during that time was considered very bad taste in elf culture. The big difference between the two formulas was that the elf formula enhanced a girl’s sexual needs and pleasures where the Elder’s formula eliminated them.

Only very seldom were girls bred. The available supply of wild girls that could be captured or purchased was generally sufficient to meet the elves’ demand for mounts and draft animals. The elves generally preferred to let the humans raise their own offspring until they reached the age and size, usually in their early twenties, where they were ready for training.

A few special elf farms did specialize in the selective breeding of girls. Most of the offspring of these breeding farms were special girls and stallions that were trained and used for racing which was a very popular spectator sport among the elves. Prindor’s Lacie was the product of just such selective breeding and, although very strong and fast, was not really quite competitive on the racing circuit. After finishing poorly in her last race, Lacie had known that she was likely to become a brood mare at the farm. Although she would be well cared for, this would not have been the most exciting life she could imagine. When Prindor had bought her to use as his personal mount, she was eternally grateful, and always did everything she could to please her young owner.

“Let’s let them have their fun, then,” Randor said to Glynda as he turned Vixin toward the barn containing Tor’s stall and was surprised that he had to give her a light touch of his spurs. Although Vixin knew that Tor would be following right behind her pulling his mistress’s sulky, she was still reluctant to take her eyes off of the stallion’s huge member. She forced herself to break her stare and headed to the barn with Tor right behind her.

In the barn as Randor unsaddled Vixin, Glynda backed Tor and the sulky into its usual spot and got down from its seat to unhitch the stallion from between the shafts. She left the wide padded belt and padded shoulder strap harness on him as it secured his wrists to the harness rather than to his neck like the one Vixin wore. She did remove his support pouch allowing the stallion’s large testicles to settle to their natural position before leading him into his stall. There she had him kneel so that she could remove his bridle and turning, left him there. Randor had finished unsaddling Vixin and, with her kneeling beside him was waiting next to the stall door holding her reins.

As soon as Tor was in his stall, Randor removed Vixin’s bridle. Then he totally surprised the big mare by unlocking and removing her collar, wrist and upper arm cuffs completely freeing her hands and arms. When he did this she stared into his eyes for over a minute before rising slowly to her feet and walking slowly into the stall looking over her shoulder at her master. Randor gave her a playful smack with the reins to her bridle hurrying her along, then he closed and latched the barred stall door.

Vixin’s surprise came from the fact that, except for one particular period of time in her life, she had worn a collar and restraining harness of some kind for the almost twenty years since she had been captured by Randor. Even when she was being washed, a chain was always looped around her neck and wrists and locked before the leather collar and cuffs were removed. Elves were always very cautious with girls and rarely allowed them freedom to move their arms and hands at will. Any girl with her arms free could easily harm an elf severely, so it was almost never allowed.

“What did you do that for?” asked Glynda as Randor joined her outside the stall. “Aren’t you afraid that she won’t let you put her collar and harness back on when you come to get her?”

“You know, I’m not exactly sure,” he answered. “For some reason, I just felt like doing it.”

“Well, you’re the one who is going to have to go in the stall and bring her out tomorrow,” Glynda said. “I just hope you will be able to do it without any problem.”

“Somehow, I think that by tomorrow, both of them will be very docile,” Randor said grinning at Glynda.

“You’re probably right. I never see Tor get as excited over any other female as he does over Vixin.”

“Let’s stay and watch them awhile,” Glynda said to Randor rather throatily as he stood next to her. “They enjoy it so much it rather gets me in the same mood.” Elves were very sexual beings and most had very active sex lives prior to selecting their mates and becoming thereafter monogamous. Randor had expected such an invitation, and said, “Why don’t we go up into the loft? You still keep lots of fresh straw there I recall, and we can watch from above.”

“Now why didn’t I think of that,” she grinned as she started up the ladder to the loft. Of course, Randor and Glynda had repeated this or a similar ritual almost every time he brought Vixin over, but still enjoyed the banter. They lay face down on the sweet smelling straw and watched over the edge of the loft at the scene unfolding below. Randor slid his hand beneath Glynda’s skirt and began caressing her small, shapely bottom.

As she entered his stall, Tor immediately noticed that Vixin’s hands were free as his were not, so he remained on his knees in the center of the stall staring at her as she walked right up to him. Grasping Tor’s longish hair at the back of his head, she pulled his face between her legs and held it there as he began to caress her with his tongue. For several minutes he worked over her slit with ever increasing fervor. Vixin closed her eyes and let the waves of pleasure wash over her emanating from what was for now the absolute center of her being. Suddenly she released the stallion’s hair and, stepping back, fell to her own knees and took as much of Tor’s rigid member into her mouth as she could handle without choking. When he began to thrust slightly, she suddenly pulled her head back and placing her now free hands on both of his shoulders, pushed the young stallion on to his back in the straw and stood back. Tor stayed on his back and straightened his legs while starring up at the powerful mare.

Although about twenty years Tor’s senior, Vixin did not look it. The elf diet that both were on and the strenuous exercise both received, in addition to doubling their expected lifespan, also greatly slowed their physical ageing process. However, as she had nearly twice his life experience, Tor was somewhat intimidated by Vixin and it was clear that both enjoyed the fact.

Vixin then stepped astride Tor’s body as he lay on his back and slowly lowered herself to her knees while impaling herself on his rigid member. With all of him inside of her and her ass sitting on his upper thighs, Vixin rode Tor’s massive maleness until both stiffened into simultaneous climaxes of shattering intensity.

Up in the loft things were no less heated as the two elves basically copied the actions that they had been watching. Once they too had finished, Glynda slowly lifted herself off of Randor and collapsed on the straw with her head on his stomach and both rested for a while. Both were feeling the warm glow that was typical following sex especially since they had been separated for three weeks. Although the pair had not announced a mate selection officially, they had been monogamous for the past year more out of lack of attraction for other partners than from any formal commitment.

Randor and Glynda were in no great hurry to settle down to mate. After all, they were only in their eighties and seventies respectively and still had not reached the usual elf mating age of around one hundred. Both traveled a few times a year, and were usually away for several weeks when they did. Randor traveled for raiding to capture wild girls, and also visited several of the numerous markets spread out across the land where the Society of Traders sold a wide variety of goods including humans. Among these markets some dealt exclusively in girls and others exclusively in males, both stallions and geldings. It was to these latter sites that Glynda went regularly to add to her stable.

Randor and Glynda often wondered why the traders did not sell both males and females at the same markets, which would have allowed the two of them to travel on their buying trips together. However, the ways of the Traders were set and rarely if ever changed. Traders were accepted by and dealt regularly with both elves and humans. In a way, Traders provided a kind of glue that held elf and human societies in the separate balance that had existed on this world for thousands or years.

Glynda stood up, and brushing the loose straw from her shapely body, said to Randor, “I guess you will need me to drive you back to your place. I noticed you didn’t bring a spare girl along to ride back.”

“I thought I’d take Buc back with me for Berin, if you could loan me a buggy. You know how I am about spoiling our girls,” he said, smiling.

“I’m afraid that Buc will be filling in for Tor for the rest of the day,” Glynda said referring to the big brown stallion. “However, I have a new young Ebony that I bought while you were gone that you could take. I’m sure that Berin will be impressed by him, and will certainly enjoy the variety.”

“Where did you find an Ebony?” Randor asked referring to the black skinned stallion Glynda had just mentioned. Ebonies were quite rare in this part of the elves’ world in that they came from a separate continent far to the south.

“You know that trader, Hrema?” Glynda asked.

“Isn’t he the one that comes through occasionally with the large wagon and the matched team of eight big tan draft girls drawing it?” Randor responded. “Doesn’t he usually travel alone or occasionally with one or two other traders?”

“That’s the one,” she said “Well, he was here a couple of days after you left, and it seems that he has taken on a mate and partner, a really nice young trader woman named Elle.”

“Good for them,” Randor said sincerely. “I’ve always gotten fair dealing from him in the past. I hope things work out well for both of them. You know we ought to start thinking about something like that one of these days, ourselves. I can’t think of a better way for me to save money since your fees are about to break me,” he said laughingly. “But what does that have to do with you getting an Ebony stallion. What did you have to pay for him?”

“I’m getting to that if you will ever stop rambling on,” she said smiling at him. “It seems that Elle is a dealer and specializes in exotics and matched teams. I think that is where Hrema got that magnificent team of his in the first place. That’s probably how they first met, now that I think about it.”

“I also think that may be where Randric got those two beautiful Wegin twins that he had to sell to Bothar to pay his bills,” she went on, referring to an acquaintance of theirs who constantly tried to live over his head financially.

“I wonder what Bothar gave him for that pair. You know how he never pays full price for anything,” she continued. “I wonder what he’d sell them for.”

“Too much, I’m sure, you know Bothar,” Randor chuckled. “However, you would look magnificent all dressed up and at the reins of a team like that. I’d love to see that. It’s too bad you couldn’t use them in your business to help repay their cost.

“That would be great if I could,” she replied. “However, those two little Wegins like stallions themselves too much to be much good at taking care of those girls who prefer other girls. Bothar has them over here about twice a month as it is.”

“Good for him. I’m surprised to hear that. I always thought he’d be too cheap to take proper care of them like that,” commented Randor.

“Anyway, speaking of rambling, weren’t you trying to tell me about your new Ebony?” He asked.

“That’s right,” she said. “When Hrema and his new mate, Elle, came into the village, she was driving the wagon with this gorgeous ebony stallion tied on behind.”

“She was driving, where was Hrema?” asked Randor.

“Oh, he was out front riding bareback on an absolutely incredible Ebony filly. She really drew a lot of attention which, I’m sure, didn’t hurt their business any,” she replied.

“Riding her!” he exclaimed. “He’s a Trader and not a small one at that. She must have been incredible.”

Traders were actually a third race of beings on this world. Their physical appearance was quite similar to that of humans, but with the ears and delicate facial features of an elf. They were approximately the same height and weight as average young humans, although very few ever got disgustingly fat as most all of the Elders did.

All elf trained saddle girls, due to the very significant increase in strength they received from their special diet and continuous exercise could, actually, handle the weight of a Trader with relative ease. However, when ridden by Traders, girls did not really provide the great improvement in travel speed and distance that they did for the much smaller and shorter legged elves. Also, by the nature of their business, Traders had their wares to consider which made wagons and draft teams a much more practical form of transportation for them. Still, there were some Traders that simply enjoyed riding and those generally owned large girls for just that purpose.

“I’ll tell you more about her in a minute. Right now I’m bragging about my new stallion who I haven’t even named yet,” Glynda injected. “I saw him and knew right then that I had to have him. Randor, he’s so big, if you know what I mean, that he tends to frighten some of the younger fillies. Mares, on the other hand, take one look and drop to their knees literally begging for him to mount them. I’ve only had him for a couple of weeks and already get special requests for him. At this rate I will have recovered what I paid for him in six months!” she exclaimed.

“That’s great, just don’t let some of those older mares wear him out, you know how they can be,” he chided only part jokingly.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “I’m pacing him carefully. So far both his interest and endurance have never flagged, but that’s one of the reasons why I’m offering him to you for Berin this afternoon. She’s usually real gentle with her stallions, especially young ones like him.”

“Speaking of getting back, I’ve got to go,” Randor said suddenly. “I’ve had the handlers running my four wild girls on the carousels this morning, and they should feeding and resting them about now. I want to get them started on some real muscle building work this afternoon. I also want to see how my little strawberry fared on the carousel. I purposefully hooked her up along with five girls that have been in training for at least four months now.”

“What are you trying to do to her, run her into the ground on her first day?” Glynda asked with actual concern.

“You haven’t seen her in action. It’s the other five that I’m worried about” he said somewhat defensively. “Besides, my handlers are all well trained to be very careful not to over do it with a girl, especially a new one.”

“Anyway, let’s get your new ebony hitched up so I can get going. I’ll bring him back tomorrow when I come for Vixin,” he said.

Randor followed Glynda to a different stable from the one they had recently left. She went into the third stall on the right and came out leading the incredible Ebony stallion. Randor was impressed with his overall size and his apparent strength. The stallion was at least six and a half feet tall. Even more impressive was his size where it counted most given the nature of Glynda’s business.

“Why don’t you just ride him to your place? It’s not that far, and it would be a lot quicker than harnessing him and getting out a buggy?” she asked. “I’ve ridden him a number of times myself already,” she went on. “He’s spirited, but very gentle and superbly trained. You will have to ride him bareback, though, just as I have been doing. I don’t have a saddle that will fit him, he’s so big. I ordered a new one from Bothar, but it won’t be ready for a few weeks. You can see that he has a really good saddle seat for a male with both a narrow waist and wide hips,” she commented.

“I had noticed that. Most Ebonies I have seen are built that way. What did Hrema’s Ebony filly look like?” he asked. “You said he rode her bareback, too.”

“It had to be like sitting in a cushioned chair, just one with a ton of muscles,” she answered. “However, while they were here, they did order a saddle from Bothar for her, too. When they come back through here to pick it up, you should try to see her. She is really something.”

“Why don’t you bring my Ebony back tonight, and I can tell you all about her?” She said with a wink. “You can do that and still ride Vixin home tomorrow. Besides, I have work for him here so he can help me make back all that money I paid for him. Also, if you want you can help me name him.”

“That’s the best offer I have had in three weeks,” Randor said smiling.

The elves smiled at each other. They spent most nights together either at her place or his whenever both were in the village.

During the time they had been talking, Glynda had knelt and bridled the Ebony. She put her hand on top of his head and pushed down gently until his back was almost horizontal.

“Please take it easy on him as I didn’t put a pouch on him,” she cautioned referring to a support device like she had recently removed from Tor.

“Don’t worry. I never push a mount when I’m riding bareback. I’m always afraid that if I do I might fall off in public, and in my business, that would be just too embarrassing,” he joked.

Randor stepped astride the Ebony’s back and sat just above his hips. He tugged gently upward on the reins, and the Ebony rose carefully to his feet effortlessly lifting the elf with him.

As he turned the Ebony around to face the stable door, and started him with a light flick of the ends of the reins against his right flank, Randor called back over his shoulder, “What about dinner? Do you want to go to Naron’s?”

Naron owned a favorite tavern frequented by the two elves and a number of their friends and business associates.

“I’ll fix something here. That’ll give us more time to check up on Tor and Vixin,” Glynda said as she flashed a truly wicked smile at Randor.