Ponygirl for Hire - Chapter V
by Long Johnson
- do not use without the author's permission.
Note: This is a work of fiction, derived entirely from my own imagination. Any similarity between any persons living or dead is strictly coincidence, or my good luck. I’ve never been to Arizona, I just picked it because my atlas was open to that page when I picked up.
This is written in several parts (8 so far) so all of the characters listed are not in each part.
Characters at Ponygirl Adventure Ranch
Erin van Daalk....... Ponygirl
Candace Portia Cooper-Wendell ....... Wendy
Chloe Jensen ....... Ponygirl
Paddy – Patrick Fits-Simmons ....... Head Groom and Training Director
Xian Wakasa ....... Groom
Glenda Proter/Edgar Garner ....... Handler/Grooms
Ione Shusu ....... Pet
Miss Evie – Evangeline Davis ....... Wealthy Psychopath
Shia Jarret ....... Blonde Ponygirl
Denise Winters ....... Ponygirl
Betty Kline ....... Handler
Pecos – Carl Winston ....... Handler
Lisa Dennis ....... Head Trainer
Marlene Allen ....... Trainer
Keiko Ide ....... Ponygirl
Yasmin Cruz ....... Ponygirl
Ivette Diaz ....... Ponygirl
Elaine Winston * ....... Handler
Melissa Savadge ....... Ponygirl
Alicia Perez ....... Groom
Stacy Adlan ....... Ponygirl
Joan Carter ....... Groom
Lydia Carstairs ....... New Owner
Alyssa Iwis ....... Groom
Carmen Mendoza ....... Hairdresser
Nancy Willets ....... Ponygirl
Kim Garner ....... Groom
Veronika Dylon ....... Ponygirl
Diane Rush ....... Ponygirl
Maya Leach ....... Ponygirl
Mack Brent ....... Groom
Carla Gage ....... Handler
Ana Villa Copos ....... Groom
Frank Carliss ....... Groom
Iris Wright ....... Groom
Chapter: Five
Diane walked along with Kim to Wendy’s office; Kim met her at the sulky corral and had a handler unhitch her from her sulky when she came in. Kim snapped her lead onto Diane’s bridle and led her to the blue and white-stripped pole, where she could urinate before they left the corral. After Kim looped her lead over the hook on the side of the pole, Diane stood beside it with her feet about eighteen inches apart and bent her knees slightly, then she leaned forward and arched her back. When she urinated, the stream went about two feet behind her. When Diane was done, Kim got out a wet wipe and stepped behind her. Kim carefully wiped Diane’s inner labia and all around her urethra opening. Diane stopped being even slightly self-conscious about having her delicate, most private tasks handled by Kim several weeks ago. Diane stood for Kim and calmly waited for her to complete the cleanup. Kim got out a second wipe and carefully wiped Diane’s anus and the surrounding area to get any lube that may have been left over. Kim picked up her lead and they left the corral, headed toward Wendy’s office.
When they got to the office Kim opened the door and led Diane inside, the air-conditioned room was much cooler that the hot Arizona sunshine. Diane’s nipples hardened immediately and stood straight up from her breasts. The change from outdoor sunshine to the relatively dim interior office lights, left Diane unable to see momentarily, but she clearly heard her mother’s gasp.
“Oh My!” She yelped. “This will never do!”
“You didn’t know I hired her to be a ponygirl?” Asked Wendy calmly. “Kim, take her bridle, please. And wait for us in the outer office.” she said to Kim.
Kim nodded and unsnapped Diane’s bit and removed it. She had Diane’s shorter tongue stud in her pocket, in a little jewelry box; she replaced the longer stud with the shorter one. Wendy employed the longer ‘L’ shaped stud when she found some customers were too rough on the girls’ mouths. The longer stud went through a hole pierced in the center of each ponygirls’ tongue and out the front of their mouths, through a hole in their bits. Then with the attaching point on each side of her mouth it kept the customer from pulling too her bit too deep or too far to either side pulling it out of place. Kim put the longer stud in the little blue box. She finished with the bridle harness and went out into the front office. Miss Weiss, Wendy’s secretary had a note there from Wendy telling Kim to go to lunch.
Diane looked around when her eyes adjusted to the inside lighting and saw that they were not alone; her mother brought her lawyer, Mr. Jung. She felt like she was oversized and out of place in the office while wearing her hoof- boots and other tack. When she moved or turned the bells suspended from her nipple rings tinkled softly, but they seemed quite loud here inside the office. Diane’s still wore her pony-hands also, so she did not have the use of her fingers.
She smiled slightly, “Hi, mother,” Diane said brightly. “How are you, Mr. Jung?” she asked, speaking each word carefully. Mr. Jung was about seventy-five years old and didn’t hear well, so Diane was careful to make sure he knew she was speaking to him. She also pronounced his name properly, so it sounded “Young” not “Joung” like her mother. He had told her once that he appreciated her thoughtfulness.
“Diane, we’ve come to get you out of this. You don’t have to worry I contacted Mr. Jung and we’ll find all the loopholes so you can go home with me now,” she said condescendingly. Mrs. Rush glared at Wendy.
Diane stood with her hands on her hips, her back was very arched and her chest thrust out prominently. She wore a chest harness that Alicia got for her from someone she knew, in Texas. It was made of soft leather, and had two gold color rings. One of the rings was in the center of her chest below her breasts in front and the other in the middle of her back, opposite the front one. There were four soft leather straps that connected the rings. Two went around her chest, two up between her breasts and over her shoulders, to the ring in back. The two lower straps that went around were up under Diane’s C-cup size breasts and supported her when she ran. Diane stood in the middle of the room; wearing her hoof-boots and pony-hands.
“Yes, Miss Wendell, Mother knew what was going on,” Diane said. “She had a copy of the contract before I signed it. Mr. Jung was the attorney I contacted to make sure of it before I signed it.”
Mrs. Rush looked surprised, “You knew what all of this was,” she turned to Mr. Jung. “Why didn’t you say anything, to me?”
“Miss Rush contacted me with her contract. She was my client, Adrienne, it would be improper for me to tell one client’s business to another,” he answered. Mr. Jung smiled sweetly, and turned to Mrs. Rush. “She is after all an adult, and responsible for herself. I wish I had gotten a job that paid me like this out of school.”
“So you see, Mother, I’m not leaving. Do you know that I have made almost forty-five thousand dollars in the last four months,” Diane said. “Plus over six thousand in tips, but most importantly, I weigh only 129 pounds, and my waist is only 25 inches now. I haven’t been that small since I was twelve years old.” Diane turned toward Wendy, her bells jingled, “I do not want to leave, I’m not sure why Mother has come here like this, Miss Wendell.”
Diane walked around a little as she spoke and ended standing in front of her mother, with her back turned. She had lost enough weight so her thighs and hips were quite slender, her anus and vulva were easily visible from behind.
Mrs. Rush stirred around behind Diane, “Can’t you do something about this, and she doesn’t need to be completely bare like this. What do you say, Mr. Jung?”
The old lawyer sat up on the edge of his seat and looked at Diane from the rear, he looked very carefully up, and then down to her feet, “Look’s all right to me,” he declared. Both Diane and Wendy cracked up.
“Mrs. Rush, I can only say that I’m being very careful of Diane. There many safe guards in place to protect her. Keeping her safe is my top priority, if anything happens to her I stand to loose twice. Once because something will have happened to someone I care very deeply about and because I promised her that I would keep her safe, and secondly it would be a financial loss.” Wendy said soberly. “Let’s go get some lunch, I have a reserved table at the restaurant.”
Diane spoke up, “Miss Wendell, I can’t go with you, I don’t have my bridle on.”
“That’s ok, we’ll clip a leash to your top. You’ll just have to promise not to talk to anyone when we’re outside,” Wendy suggested. So Diane nodded.
When Wendy got the leash snapped to the ring in the center of Diane’s back, Diane took the end and handed it to her mother.
“Would you do the honors please, Mom?” Diane asked. She smiled at her mother. Mrs. Rush looked at her uncomfortably, and then she took the leash.
Wendy opened the door and she walked along with Mr. Jung. He was quite small; his head only came to Diane’s shoulder. Mr. Jung walked arm in arm with Wendy, Diane and Mrs. Rush walked behind them. They walked past the front entrance to the restaurant to a door on the side, where Wendy had a key to get everyone in.
After they had lunch, they walked back to the office where Wendy called for Kim to return. Mrs. Rush and Mr. Jung were getting ready to leave; Wendy gave each of them a pass to have a sulky ride on her. Mr. Jung said he would be back soon to claim his ride, Mrs. Rush insisted she could not take a ride. Diane agreed and said to be especially certain that she did not try to get a ride from her. Mrs. Rush took the pass with her when she left. Diane hugged her mother, and then Mr. Jung good-bye. Her naked breasts were pressed into Mr. Jung’s face, but he didn’t seem to mind too much. When they were gone, Kim came back in and sat in the chair Wendy pointed out for her.
“Well, what do we do now?” Diane asked. “I think she was pretty happy when she left.”
Wendy looked surprised, “Do you think she’ll try something else?” Diane shook her head, no.
“Wendy, I call her at least once a week, sometimes twice and also on special days. I didn’t see this coming, I would have warned you,” said Diane. Wendy nodded. “Wendy, before I go back out, do you have and more of those permanent rings, like Erin’s?”
Wendy answered, “I’m not sure, but I can check.”
Kim asked Diane if she was ready to go, Diane was ready, she wanted to get back out. Kim got her bridle back on her and her tongue stud and bit in place. They headed out the door and back to the sulky corral. Kim delivered her to a handler who got her harnessed right away. The handler, Carla, had a little wooden box, with Diane lettered on the top. Diane looked around to see if she could see who wanted the tail, she saw a small woman wearing a tan pants suit. She turned to her right and arched as much as she could for Carla. After she lubed the small end of the cone shaped plug she put her left hand low on Diane’s belly and pressed the end of the butt-tail into her anus. She gave a little pull to make sure it was seated correctly, and went to get the customer and help her into the sulky. Carla led Diane out of the corral and started her on the trail, she let go of Diane’s bridle, and stepped back. Diane took off immediately, running easily and waiting for the customer to give her some directions.
Diane was a little worried, she came around the last curve where she could see into the corral and didn’t see Kim there. She was pulling the last customer of the day and expected to see Kim waiting for her either in the sulky corral or just outside the gate. The only one there was the handler, Carla. When the customer was out of the sulky, Carla led Diane to the side of the sulky barn and unhitched her. She had a lead with her, and snapped it to Diane’s bridle harness. She led Diane to the blue and white-stripped pole and looped her lead over the hook on the side of the pole. Carla had to go take the sulky inside for the night. Diane moved her feet apart, bent her knees, and arched. Diane urinated on the ground and she pushed hard enough that the stream went way out behind her. By the time she was done, Carla was back and picked up the end of her leash to lead her out of the corral. They went to the stable, as they walked Diane was looking around for Kim. They got to Diane’s stall and went inside. There were several customers in the hallway, so Diane could not talk to Carla when she removed her bit and tongue stud. Diane smiled when her mouth was free of the equipment. Carla continued removing Diane’s tack, until it was all off. Carla told Diane to come with her; they headed toward the bath stalls. When they reached the stalls, Kim was there and had a man there with her; she was talking softly with him. As Carla got there with Diane, Kim looked up and smiled.
“Come on over here, Carla,” said Kim. “I’ll get you two started, then I have to go find Glenda.” Carla headed toward Kim; Diane followed, Kim was in front of her bath stall.
“Carla, please take out Diane’s braid,’ Kim said. “Diane, I just received a call from home. Glenda and I have to leave right away, so we have two new grooms to get up to speed right away. They both took the class last week, so it shouldn’t take too long for them.”
Kim looked at Diane, “I’m sorry that I didn’t get to tell you sooner, but I just found out myself,” Kim looked very sad. “My brother, who’s also Glenda’s husband was in a bad accident in Germany, he’ll be back in New Jersey by the time we are back there. He’s being brought back right now, we are leaving from the airport in just a few hours.” Kim hugged Diane, then stepped back to look at her face, “I’ll do everything I can to come back, I won’t stay in New Jersey, but I’ll be there for a while.”
Diane looked at her gravely, “I’ll be all right, you just take care of Glenda.” Diane spoke even though she wasn’t supposed to, she was standing as still as she could, while Carla loosened her hair.
Kim got the water in Diane’s stall adjusted the way Diane preferred, plenty warm, but not real hot. Diane was worried about the man standing there Kim called him Mack.
Kim said, “Ok, Mack, this is Diane. We’ve had her pulling here for about four months, so she is getting real good and very popular.” She opened the gate into her bath stall, and ushered Diane inside. Kim stepped back and urged Carla and Mack forward to get Diane washed. Carla shampooed her hair and applied crème rinse. Mack put soap on his hands and started her shoulders, he washed her shoulders and down her back to the top of her butt. When he got done with her back she turned and held her chest out for him to wash her front. Mack was a little hesitant to start on her front, Carla poured soap on her hands and started on the front of Diane’s left shoulder, and indicated to Mack to start on her right arm, they washed her arms, and came back up to her shoulders.
Diane leaned over to Mack, “Go ahead,” she whispered. “It’s ok to wash me.”
She nodded when he looked up at her.
Mack started on her chest and right breast while Carla started on her left side. They both carefully washed the holes pierced in her nipples, and worked down her belly. When they pulled their hands back Diane turned around, they both started with Diane’s feet and ankles, now Mack had her left and Carla her right. They carefully washed her legs and thighs, Diane turned toward Carla when they got to the tops of her thighs. Carla began to wash Diane’s pussy and Mack washed her butt. He had gotten less self conscious about touching her more intimate areas, especially since he was out of her gaze. Carla continued to wash Diane’s vulva and inner labia, when she was through she began to stroke Diane gently. Mack washed the left over lube from Diane’s anus and the area around it. Carla suggested that he use some more soap for lube and insert two fingers in her anus. When he did Diane began to gasp and moan softly. Carla pressed three fingers of her small right hand into Diane. They worked together to bring Diane to an orgasm, but they continued for a second orgasm and then Carla slowly withdrew her hand, and Mack slowly pulled his fingers out of Diane’s anus.
“Was that enough, Diane?” Carla asked. Diane smiled and nodded.
She liked Carla and hoped this would work out well for them. Diane looked toward Mack, he seemed quite nice, and she surely thought he was handsome enough. Whoever got him could be happy. They got her out of the bath stall and started drying her, and then Carla got out a very big blow dryer and started taking care of her hair. When they were done they all went to Diane’s stall, where Diane’s vegetarian dinner was waiting. They two grooms left her there to eat and went to take care of the tack she had used earlier. She finished and brushed her teeth before either groom was back, she sat back and rested for a while. She had been busy all day and didn’t mind having the opportunity to take a little break. Diane heard someone coming and looked up to see Mack approaching.
“Hi, we need to get ready to go to the shop, next door for an appointment,” he saw Diane looking around. “Carla will be along in a little bit. Miss Wendell called her to the office. I’ll get your hoof-boots and pony-hands on you.” He picked up her equipment, and Diane went to her stool in the middle of her stall.
Carla came up just as they were finishing with Diane’s tack, “We need to go to Miss Wendell’s office. She wants you to give a little pep-talk to three new ponygirls.” Carla went to Diane’s gate and opened it for her. “She said you don’t need your bridle.”
They walked to the back door of Wendy’s office and went inside. There were three girls in the office; they were all still dressed so Diane figured they had not yet signed their contracts. The three looked at Diane with a little awe and a little fear. They stared at Diane while she walked around in the office, her naked presence seemed almost overpowering to them.
They had a hundred questions about her, “Does she have to stay naked all the time? Does she get to wear clothes when it’s cold? Do her nipples still hurt? Do men try to touch her all the time?”
Diane smiled, “Here’s the whole deal, the answer to all those questions. No.” Diane walked around in the office a few steps. “I have to pull naked, but after the probation period I can get dressed and leave for my day off, if I want. When you are working you don’t get cold, it keeps you warm. My nipples only hurt for the first two or three days. Unfortunately no one touches you except the grooms and handlers.” Diane winked and looked toward Wendy, “Was there any more?”
“Well you could tell them all about how you got here,” Wendy suggested.
“When I first started I had been here to loose weight at the spa. I met Erin, a ponygirl you’ll hear about later. She had a twenty-two inch waist, after twelve weeks at the spa; I was down to twenty-nine inches. So when Miss Wendell offered me the chance, I took the contract to my lawyer and he liked it. I get a lot of money and complete care, all I have to do is be naked and pull a little sulky around. I’ll tell you the most surprising part is that many of the customers are women.”
The three girls all had a little huddle and then each of them signed their contracts. Wendy thanked Diane, and she left to go to the tattoo shop. Mack took her to the shop and Carla stayed there to get the new girls over to the shop and then to their stalls in the training stable.
“Ok, you’ve got your business affairs all handled, and people all notified, and now your contracts signed, eh?” Wendy said. They all nodded. “Well then you all belong to me, now.” Wendy said pleasantly. “Take off your clothes,” She said a little less pleasantly. “This is the last time you’ll get to go around outside, without your tack, and without a lead to your groom or handler. Mack took Diane to the tattoo shop.
They went to the shop and Bart opened the door for them. There were three other tattoo and piercers there, they would get the work done, but using the tattoos that Bart designed. When Carla got there with the three new ponygirls. They were all naked and feeling a bit self-conscious. When they got inside Diane was already in the last chair with her wrists strapped to the chair arms.
Bart stopped with Diane; he had removed her nipple rings, but had to stop for a few minutes to get things under way for the new girls.
He stepped to the chair next to his, “Please, lets have Melissa, sit here please.” He stepped behind the next chair, “Veronika, please sit here.” He moved to the first chair, “Maya please sit here in this chair.” When he called their names each moved to their seats. Melissa, a tall brunette with brown eyes, sat in the chair and put her wrists on the arms for the straps. Veronika, a pale blonde with green eyes went to her chair and placed her wrists on the arms. The last chair went to Maya, a little shorter with jet-black hair and deep blue eyes. When her wrists were secured Bart went back by and put on their seatbelts.
Bart had the tattoo stencils all ready made up for them; Melissa and CP-CW were ready for her. He had Veronika and CP-CW ready for her and Maya and her CP-CW ready for her body. After he got them all started, he came back to Diane to finish her nipple rings. He got out the gold-coated titanium rings and used the little press to open them. The rings were fourteen ga. by one inch, they would look very good on her c-cup breasts, and the chains holding the bells were one and a half in. long. He put the rings through the holes and put the end of the chain to the bell in the ring he used the “super-glue” and sealed the segments in place. When he was done, he released Diane’s wrists, and waist belt. Diane stood up and shook her chest a little so her bells jingled. All the other girls looked to see what was going on. Diane looked down at her new jewelry; she smiled at Bart, and thanked him.
Diane looked at Carla, “Can you take back to my stall? I really need to get to bed, tomorrow should be really busy.” Carla smiled and shook her head, no.
“Mack is your groom,” she said. “I’ll be staying here and taking these three to the training stable and getting them settled for the night. There will be grooms for everybody tomorrow.”
“But I have Mack for my groom?” Diane asked. She had a little apprehension, but she was thrilled. “Ok, Mack let’s go to my room.”
“If you don’t want me for your groom…”
“Nonsense,” Diane interrupted. “I haven’t had a man near me in months. I’ll be in heaven.”
Mack started, “There are rules about me being too near you.”
“I know that, just having you taking care of me will be quite a treat,” Diane answered. “I don’t want you to get into trouble, Miss Wendell would take you away. Just think, I get to have you play with me everyday, and see how much you can get me turned on.” They were talking as they went out the door, but as soon as they stepped outside Diane stopped talking.
They walked along together to Diane’s stall and went inside, Mack unlaced her hoof-boots and pony-hands, by the time they were done it was past the 9PM closing time for customers, in the stable. Mack got her all done and went out and locked her gate.
“Hey! Will you wake me up in time to go for a good run before breakfast?” Diane asked.
“Certainly, I’d be glad to,” Mack replied.
Veronika was in heaven; she loved being completely and totally served. Her first few days were a little rocky but after the pierced holes in her nipples stopped hurting so much {her tongue and navel were already done} and the humiliating measuring was over, she spent her time naked and she saw that people lusted over her. She was a little concerned when the tattoo artist had put the stencil on her breast, her name looked so long to her that she was afraid it would look oversized. She wanted to suggest that maybe her nickname “Ronni” might fit better. Bart told her he has very carefully chosen the font and size for her tattoo, besides a name other than her own, might prove a problem later. After the stencil was laid on though she saw it fit properly and was quite beautiful. After it was finished the color stood out on her pale skin, and looked very good. Veronika was tall, nearly five-ten and very slim. When Betty and Pecos did Veronika’s measurements they found her to be 35A-23-34 and her weight was 134 pounds. Although she was originally afraid that her name was too long to have tattooed on her small breast, she had to admit it wasn’t so bad when it was done.
Maya was the same height as Diane, five-six and had larger breasts than the others, her measurements were 36C-26-36 and she weighed 142 pounds. She knew she would loose some weight and some stomach size when she started to work everyday at the sulky corral. Her tattoo was a bit bigger that Veronika’s and looked good on her breast. She had a little more trouble getting used to having everything done for her, to her. Maya’s navel was already pierced, but she had to have her tongue and nipples done, so that every hole Miss Wendell wanted was there.
Maya’s adjustment easier than Melissa’s, she seemed a little afraid of everyone, and had a bit of problem with the tattoos and the piercing. She needed all of the holes pierced, and she tried to insist on having Mel tattooed instead of her full name, but she was already strapped in the chair so Bart took over the chores and she had Melissa in a gentle curve over the top of her left breast when he was done. All of her newly pierced holes left her a bit uncomfortable and crabby for the next day’s measuring. When they were finally done she measured 35A-25-36 and weighed 127 pounds. Wendy preferred to select ponygirls that were tall and small breasted, it was less work to get them into shape and had less flesh to flop and jiggle. Melissa was a bit scared when she went t into the bath stall the first time, but her groom was so nice to her and made her feel so much better, she was very careful of her tattoos and pierced holes and didn’t hurt her even slightly. The three of them were in adjacent stalls so they could talk a little bit. It did Melissa a lot of good to talk to Veronika; they sat on the floor side by side with the open stall wall between them. Instead of feeling trapped Veronika felt like her stall kept everyone else out. She liked being naked and felt free of the responsibilities of daily life. When she was fully healed she would get to go out and pull sulkies, without any other required tasks. Melissa soon saw Veronika’s viewpoint, until the day her groom, Ana, shaved her pussy. It was the worst thing anyone had done, she almost fainted when she found out she had to get shaved two more times. She didn’t mind too much when Ana bathed her, but after the third day Ana started to masturbate her in the bath stall. It scared her at first, but she felt pretty needy and accepted it. Then she found that Ana was going to masturbate her every day. After a week she got into the routine and looked forward to her time in the bath stall with Ana. The daily manipulations made her even hornier and wanting more, she was surprised when Ana told her to be careful and not masturbate herself. When she was in the regular stable there would be someone watching over her most all of the time and she did not want to be caught masturbating. It took Melissa three full weeks to get used to the idea that she had to give her groom and all handlers complete access to her body, at any time. Veronika on the other hand gloried in the program, it gave her a chance to feel free. Veronika’s attitude reminded Wendy of Erin’s attitude, when she first started at the ranch.
Maya was Wendy’s second youngest ponygirl, Diane was the youngest when she was hired she was eighteen years old, just a few months short of her nineteenth birthday, and Maya was nineteen and a few months when she signed the contract. Maya was also the only ponygirl, other than Diane with large breasts, as both had ‘C’ size breasts.
Maya’s groom Iris had a chest harness like Diane’s for her to wear; she obtained it from Alicia, when she saw that Maya’s breasts were C-cup. At nineteen years old both Diane and Maya had very firm breasts that stood put from their chests without any support, but daily running without extra support would soon cause soft breast tissue to break down and leave their breasts sagging and floppy. Veronika also had a newly hired groom, another male, Frank. Paddy made several female grooms and handlers happy when he hired two more men to work there. Paddy knew he could hire men and that the ponygirls were safe because there were so many female grooms and handlers that the men would be too busy to have time to try to mess with the ponygirls.
The Ponygirl Adventure Racing Enterprise.
Erin’s sale, For Real
Erin shifted carefully on the slavestand in front of Wendy’s desk; the dildo on the end was getting to her. Alicia brought her in almost an hour ago and mounted her on the stand. Wendy sent Alicia to have a coffee break, and told her she would call when she was ready. Erin was wearing her full tack and tongue bit.
In the office with them was Denise Winters, Wendy’s longest serving ponygirl, and Miss Lydia Carstairs. Denise was wearing her usual, a too short mini-skirt with a sleeveless top. The skirt was brown and the top pale beige with high-heeled sandals. Miss Carstairs sat primly, in a sapphire blue suit with calf length skirt, looking at Erin and trying not to look at Denise. Denise’s skimpy clothing was more annoying to her than Erin’s complete nudity.
“Erin, I’ve joined the Ponygirl Racing Association. That means I’ll be having entries in ponygirl races all over the western U.S. I have been thinking about this for quite a while, and so I’ve even built a racetrack here on the property. It’s actually about sixteen miles from here; I have quite a bit of land. It was very costly and I need to recover some of my financial outlay. So tonight I’m selling you to the highest bidder. You already know Miss Lydia, but maybe you didn’t know that Denise has been here with me from near the start. Her ponygirl contract is about up, she has saved quite a bit of money from her proceeds and wants to start racing, as an owner, too. So,” Wendy looked around at the others, “Lets get started. The bidding will start at $300,000 and in increments of $50,000.”
Miss Lydia immediately bid, “I’ll bid $300,000.”
“350,000,” was Denise’s answer. Wendy looked toward Miss Lydia.
She paused, “$400,000.” Was her answer.
Denise immediately said, “$450,000.
Miss Lydia paused for a short while, “May I bid $475,000,” she asked?
Wendy shook her head, no. “We are bidding in increments of fifty, so your bid is $500,000.”
She paused again, then shook her head, “I’m not going any higher.”
“Sold, she’s your ponygirl Denise. Congratulations!” Wendy turned to Miss Lydia, “Thank you for coming, we are going to have dinner in a few. Would you please join us?”
Denise got up and walked toward Erin with a large smile, her tiny skirt showing the slightest little bit of her pussy lips. She slowly walked around Erin, and looked her over as though she had never seen her before. Erin stood on the slavestand; she had to be careful because trying to move around too much was uncomfortable. The stand was inserted ten inches inside her pussy, and kept her from moving more than an inch or two. Denise ran her hands over Erin’s thighs and butt, feeling her muscles.
“She has great muscles, they’re bigger than when she started.” She stepped up beside Erin and leaned close to her ear, “I’ll come and talk to you when we’re done with dinner. Hhhhummm?”
Wendy picked up her desk phone and pressed a few buttons, “Alicia, please come and get her, we’re all done now.” She paused, listening, “No we’ll be waiting for you.” She hung up the phone, and smiled at Erin.
“There are some things that you need to know to do your best. Denise will come by your stall later this evening and explain it all to you. ” She stood on the stand in front of Erin, and leaned forward close to her face and kissed her gently on the lips.
Alicia came in just as Wendy stepped down; she stepped on the release for the center pole and after it dropped she assisted Erin off the stand.
When Erin and Alicia got to the training stable, the doors were closed, and there were no other ponygirls in the training stable. They could talk when Alicia got Erin’s bit out. Erin’s eyes began to water and tears ran down her face.
“Alicia, she auctioned me off, like she owned me.”
“She does, or did,” Alicia said gravely. “Who bought you,” She asked?
“Denise did, for $450,000. Now she’s a ponygirl and an owner,” Erin said softly.
Alicia finished getting the rest of Erin’s tack off, a hand from the cafeteria came by with her dinner. Alicia got the food for Erin and laid it out in her table. She pulled one of the stools up to the table for Erin. Erin sat and picked at her food, she just wasn’t really interested in eating. She knew she needed a little food, today was pretty busy and she had used a lot of energy. Alicia left with Erin’s tack to get it cleaned up.
Alicia was back in about ten minutes, and Erin had decided that she was done eating about the same time. Alicia opened the stall gate and got Erin out, to go to the bath stall. When they got there she turned the water on and set it to the proper temperature, after that she ushered Erin in to the spray. Alicia washed Erin carefully; she didn’t really have too much washing to do because she washed her up just before the auction.
“Do you want me to take care of you now,” she asked?
Erin looked at Alicia absently, “No thanks, lets just go back for now.” Erin started to step out of the stall, but Alicia didn’t move out of her way. Alicia put both of her hands on Erin’s shoulders and pushed her firmly back into the bath stall. Alicia stepped in with her; she put her arms around Erin’s neck. Even with her shoes off, Erin was still taller than Alicia. Alicia tipped her head back to be able to reach Erin’s lips and kissed her very sweetly. They kissed for several minutes, when Alicia pushed her tongue insistently against Erin’s lips. Erin opened her mouth for her.
“I have always loved you, Erin,” Alicia whispered. “I am trying to go to the racing stable with you.” Alicia slid her hands down Erin’s back and stroked Erin’s butt, and she slid her fingers into the cleft. Erin moved her feet apart to give Alicia better access, and Alicia pushed two of her fingers into Erin’s anus. Erin had a very intense orgasm immediately, and cried out.
“Oh my god! Erin, you’re so hot.” They hugged in the stream of water still running from the showerhead. Alicia turned off the water and they got out of the stall. Alicia dried Erin, even though she was wet too. She picked up a second towel after she got Erin’s hair finished. She dried off as they walked back to Erin’s stall.
When they got back to the stall, Denise and Wendy were waiting there for Erin. Alicia took off her t-shirt while they were walking down the hallway. She wasn’t as blasé about nudity as the ponygirls, but she didn’t try to hide her breasts and dark brown nipples when she saw Wendy and Denise.
“Erin I sold you to Denise, she wanted to buy you to be a racer for her at the new complex. She is just about to finish up her last contract and retire from sulky pulling. She got married last year and is pregnant, or she would probably race herself. Actually if she wasn’t pregnant I would race her, she’s been pretty fast. She’s never been as fast as you are,” Wendy said thoughtfully.
Denise stepped closer, “Erin, there are quite a few changes ahead for you, but I think you’ll see most of them as advancements.” Denise looked at Erin and smiled, “I’ve been here a little over four years, and I’ve made plenty of money. I’m looking forward to taking this step; we’ll have a great time and win some money. Hell! We’ll win a bunch of money. You go to bed and I’ll see you in the morning, we have to get you enrolled in the PRA tonight, I’ll have you all done when I see you.
She hugged Erin quickly and then she left with Wendy. They were talking animatedly as they went out the door. Alicia took her wet shoes and jeans off, and hung the jeans over a stool. She pulled her panties off as she walked up to Erin. Erin put her arms around Alicia and they moved to the small bed. Alicia did not have sex with Erin; they just lay in the small bed in the training stable and cuddled together. Erin laid her head on Alicia’s brown shoulder and cried softly until she fell asleep.
The next morning started late, Alicia put on her jeans and t-shirt and left. She was back in about an hour; she was all showered and had on clean clothes. Erin was up and sitting on a stool waiting for her. The gate locked when Alicia went out, all the training stalls locked when the gate closed.
“Denise said that all the stalls in the racing stable are kept locked all the time, to keep you safe. There were some rustlers caught in California last week. They stole four ponygirls in the last two weeks,” Alicia told Erin while she laid out her breakfast.
Alicia took Erin to the bath stall and washed her completely, she put new tack from Denise on Erin. The bridle was made of smaller and lighter leather straps. They also had provisions for blinkers and blinders around Erin’s eyes. The hoof-boots were lighter, and the platform where the “hoof” was only one inch rather than the two Erin had worn. The horseshoe was replaceable, with several choices including hard rubber, soft rubber, aluminum, polished aluminum, and chrome-plated aluminum. There were several variations of each type for hard and soft surfaced tracks and long and short grass surfaced. The new hoof-boots Alicia had were fitted with hard rubber shoes, the best for walking on any surface. Usually racing ‘boots had lower heels, but Erin had worn and run in the highest heels for well over a year, so she wasn’t outfitted with the lower heels. After she was determined to be at her peak, a pair of hoof-boots with lower heels would by tested to determine if she would benefit from the configuration. After she had Erin outfitted in the new tack, Alicia clipped her lead to Erin’s bridle and they headed to the tattoo shop to meet Denise and Wendy.
Bart was ready to tattoo the new designs on Erin. He also had a small hydraulic press to dismantle the ‘permanent’ rings installed in her nipples and clitoris. He took care of the rings first; Erin had to stand close to the jaws. There was a large c-clamp to hold the ring solid, so the press wouldn’t pull against her nipple. Bart took off the right ring first, it came off without any problem and then the left ring came right off too. Bart used the small hand press for Erin’s clitoris ring, and then he admitted it wasn’t super glued. He replaced her nipple rings with ¾ inch, 16ga. captured ball rings or CBR’s, and a ½ inch 18ga. CBR through her clitoris.
The next step was to put Denise’s tattoos on Erin. The first one was the Ponygirl Racing Association number. It was tattooed on Erin’s right areola in a curve above the nipple,“1081221”. He had Alicia hold up Erin’s hair while he tattooed “1081021”, the number in USPS bar code, on the back of her neck. The last tattoo was Denise’s logo, her initials “DLW” within an inverted triangle shaped outline on Erin’s lower belly. The triangle outline wasn’t pointed, but the ends were slightly rounded. It was so low that the rounded point ended right at the top of the cleft of her pussy lips. Just as he finished, Denise came in to see how things were going.
She was wearing a dark blue mini skirt that actually covered her almost to mid-thigh and a silk t-shirt. The t-shirt was pink, while not transparent, the dark circles of her areola showed through the material. She also wore high-heeled sandals that wrapped up over her calves.
“Hi Erin,” she gushed. “How are you doin’ this morning,” she asked?
“I’m doing better today. What does this number mean? Are there over a hundred thousand other ponygirl racers?”
Denise laughed, “No, that number has three parts. The first is the 108, that’s my number. Then the 102 is for the 2nd of May, and then 1. That means you were the first one registered, from here on the 102nd day of the year, any year. If another one were registered next year she would be 2. The tattoo on the back of your neck is the same number in USPS barcode.” Denise smiled very warmly at Erin. “Was there anything else you wanted to ask?”
“Did Wendy really collect $450,000 for me?”
“Well no, not exactly, you get forty-four percent, that’s like $197,230 and Miss Wendell gets $252,770. That’s fifty-six percent. You and I split the costs for your board and groom fees equally from our winnings, and then ten percent to the jockey then you get one third of the balance and I get two thirds, from your winnings. I have to pay for your training and travel costs. These numbers are mandated by the PRA.”
“What if I don’t do well enough,” Erin asked. “I’ve never raced before.”
“Well, your contract calls for $104,000 a year, you’ll get that much, but from what I’ve seen of other racing girls, you’ll clean-up.”
“I’ve got just a little less than a year to go on my contract, do you really think I’ll win enough to make up the price?”
Denise looked at her strangely, “You’ve got almost five more years.” Erin looked at her, and shook her head. “The initial two years, and you signed an extension for two more that same night, and then Miss Wendell extended it again. You know there were two contract extensions in a clause. Right?”
“Well, yeah, but I thought it was to be extended at the end of the current contract. Like if I decided to stay for another two years,” Erin said.
“You signed it that same night. Actually that was a good move, because if you got hurt and couldn’t pull any more, you were still under contract and had to be paid off in full. Or if Miss Wendell sold the ranch whoever bought it had to pay you off, in full,” Denise said brightly.
Denise started toward the door; “I’ll see you this afternoon, at the stable when you get to meet one of the jockeys, either Jacqui or Willa. Miss Wendell is trying to see if she can get both here today.”
The Jockeys
Erin stood beside Stacy on the rear dock of the stable; they both wore racing tack and were standing on a raised platform about one foot high. They were surrounded by grooms and handlers and jockeys all looking them both over like livestock. The new head trainer Margot Werner was feeling their leg and butt and muscles to make an evaluation of fitness. She was giving information to the head groom Mona Lindeman, who was making notes on a clipboard. Two small slender girls were looking over their nipple and pussy rings and jewelry. They both sort of reminded Erin of Ione, they were very short and small, although not as tiny as Ione. Jacqui Martinez was the head jockey and a trainer, she was five-one and weighed about ninety-five pounds. She specialized in physical problems causing reductions in speed potential. Wilhelmina den Woorden, who wanted everyone to call her Willi, was five feet tall and weighed ninety-two pounds. Willi was very knowledgable about psychological motivation, internal problems that might reduce a ponygirl’s maximum speed.
Jacqui was dark with dark brunette hair and very dark brown eyes. She had small breasts with tiny, hard nipples that constantly pushed her t-shirt out. She was wearing a tan t-shirt and tiny brown shorts. Willi was very light with white blonde hair, and pale blue eyes. Her hair was cut very short, she did not have to spend a lot of time styling it for her day. Her arms, legs and body were very hairy, her skin was sparsely covered with the finest, tiny pale hairs that looked almost like down. The time she spent in the sun made her skin darker than her hair and all the little hairs stood out, they appeared luminescent or glowing, and much thicker than they really were. She wore a light blue sleeveless top, dark blue shorts and white sneakers. Erin thought she was beautiful.
Jacqui was talking to Willi about the CBR’s through the four pierced holes in Stacy’s huge nipples and the six holes in her outer labia. “These are too big,” she said as she gently lifted a ring. “We’ll have trouble getting her to go as fast as she can. That would be a shame.” Jacqui moved in front of Erin as Mona and Margot went to evaluate Stacy. “See how she has real small rings, these are good, the best would be to have none, but that’s not our choice.”
“Yes,” Willi said. “In European Racing there none, but here they all have to have the rings,” she said with her lilting German accent. She gently lifted Erin’s clitoris, and absently rolled her sensitive flesh between her forefinger and thumb. “This is huge, they don’t come this big very often.” While they were inspecting Erin, Wendy and Denise walked up. Denise was wearing a white mini-dress, with a skirt so short her pussy lips peeked out with each step and the top cut so small so she was constantly working to keep her breasts and nipples inside. Wendy had Ione with a leash snapped to her collar, and the end of a black butt-plug stretching her anus.
“You might want to be careful Willa,” Denise said. “You could get all wet there.”
She smiled at Denise, “I’ve been wet before.” She pulled her hand back, rubbing her fingers together and lifted them up so she could touch her own tongue, “Tastes sweet.”
Denise laughed, “I’ll bet she does.” She changed the subject, “Well, what do you think? Think she might be fast enough?”
Jacqui looked up, from where she was checking Erin’s feet and ankles, and how they fit into the hoof-boots, “Yeah, I think she’ll be able to win a bunch.”
Ione pestered Wendy until she finally asked what she wanted, “What?” Ione got Wendy to lean down so she could hear, and whispered in her ear. Wendy smiled and nodded, “Wait until everyone’s done with her.”
When Wendy got through talking to Ione, Margot and Mona finished with Stacy and walked over to where Mona’s laptop computer was setting on top of a tall crate near the stable door. Jacqui and Willi finished with Erin at about the same time. Wendy unsnapped the leash from Ione’s collar and Ione ran to the steps and rushed to see Erin. She hugged Erin around her knees. Erin was still on the stand so she was quite high up for Ione to embrace, so she had to settle for Erin’s knees.
Jacqui watched her and smiled, “She’d make a good jockey. She would have to wear clothes though.” Ione looked at her and grimaced while she shook her head.
“She is littler than both of us,” remarked Willi. She turned toward Denise; “It’s Willi, if you don’t mind. Please?” Denise nodded. “Are you a runner, too?” she asked as she appraised Denise’s conditioning.
“Well I have been for a while here,” she answered. “But now that I’m pregnant I’ll have to start taking it a bit easy. I have to stop after my sixth month.” Denise looked to Willi, “Are you going to run Erin?”
“We were working on that now, I’ll probably run her most of the time, but we may have to trade off once in a while. I like her looks so far,” Willi told her. “Did you change her rings out? I noticed that the holes are larger than the ring size,,,or width?”
Jacqui spoke up, “I think you mean the gauge. That means the size of the wire itself. Right?”
Willi nodded, “The gauge, yes the gauge.” Her lilting accent gave Erin little shivers, almost goose bumps. She was definitely infatuated with her; she knew she would run so very fast to get Willi’s attention. She took Erin’s lead and had her step off the stand, “Please step down, and pony, you may greet your little friend.”
Wendy went to where Mona and Margot were looking at Stacy’s file on the laptop. Margot noted that there was no PRA number for her, Wendy told her she had just finished registering her and gave Margot a form, with the information on it. Margot began inputting the info in Stacy’s file.
Margot held up another file, “What’s this,” she asked? “Who is this?” She read the name on the file, “Veronika Dylon. Oh, she looks European,” she held out the file for Willi to look over. “Willi, what do you think of this?”
“Veronika,” Willi said thoughtfully, she pronounced it Vero-Nika. “Can she run?” was her response as she looked over the paperwork. “She just started, we must evaluate her first. She looks good on the papers.” Willi held the file open for Jacqui to look at, too. “Veronika, is she from Europe?” Willi asked no one in particular.
Wendy had another file, “This is another one, that I’ll be sending out for evaluation. Keiko Ide, from Hawaii, she’s of Japanese descent. She has good running form, but I’ve never tested her for speed.”
Jacqui took the file from Wendy, “does she have good endurance?” She asked as she looked over the file and then held it out to Willi.
“She is only five-seven, that’s the shortest we would want to go, That works out to two or three extra steps for each one hundred meters,” Willi observed. “Even with a racing shell, that’s the most extra work we can ask and still remain competitive.” Wendy just stared, she realized that Willi really knew her business when it came to ponygirl racing.
“Lets test her before I register her with PRA,” Wendy suggested. “Should we test her here, or take her to the race stable?”
“We’ll want her for four or five days, to make sure her stride length is right to make it a proper test, so we should have her at the track,” replied Jacqui. “I’ve only had one natural racer. That was Lenore, when I was working at Old Mission for my Dad.”
Denise looked up, “You raced Lenore? She was really good. Whatever happened to her?”
“She won all four of the US regional finals and The Canadian, after that we went to England and won three locals and the final. When we were in the cool off lap two girls ran into each other right in front of us and Lenore couldn’t avoid piling up too. She broke her right ankle,” Jacqui shrugged. “Even after surgery I couldn’t get that speed back.”
“Did you put her down, or we called it zerstort,” Willi asked?
“She wanted me to, she only wanted to win more races for me. She wanted me to take her to Mexico into the desert and shoot her in the head and bury her there, but her original owner wanted to buy her back. She still looked good, she just wasn’t as fast anymore. So I sold her back,” Jacqui explained. Erin was listening, and nodding in agreement.
Willi saw her, “You know what she felt don’t you, Erin? Do you want to win for me?” Erin approached her and nodded. Willi reached up and unsnapped Erin’s bit. “Did you want to say something to me?”
“I’ll do anything for you,” Erin said solemnly. Willi replaced Erin’s bit, it was easy because she wasn’t wearing the long tongue stud, and stroked Erin’s cheek. Willi reached up to scratch Erin behind her left ear. Erin moaned softly and pushed against Willi’s hand.
“When you will run for me. I’ll take care of you, liebchen,” Willi said softly. Erin’s nipples stood out from her chest, they were so hard and tender she even felt the breeze. Willi turned to Jacqui, “I will run her out to the track, I need to see how she does with the racing shell.” She turned to Erin, “Have you ever pulled a racing sulky, Erin? The verdrieblich.” Erin shook her head no.
Denise came up to Erin, “I’ve gotten new racing style tack for you, I’m sure you noticed it was a bit different than the commercial stuff we wear here.” Erin nodded she noticed the tack was different. She wore bridle harness, pony-hands and hoof-boots; her pulling harness was on the sulky parked outside the stable doors.
“This is not a racing bit that you have, the jockeys and trainers will find the bit that works best for you.” Denise put her arms around Erin’s neck, “I won’t be out to see you for a few days, I have to pull for a few days myself.” She stepped back and looked toward Willi, “Go ahead, I’ll check after you have a few days to make a good evaluation. Sound good?”
Willi nodded and said, “We should have a report for you in four days.” She looked toward Jacqui, who nodded also. She and Jacqui returned to their discussion, “I never had to put one down, and thought I never could do that. Lately I have seen how much they get to liking the racing, it’s the machtgier the lust to rasse. They are very strong to want to run in the madelponyrennen, and when they cannot do this further they must die, they are not longer complete.”
“What’s model pony,,,,What you said,” Jacqui asked?
Willi smiled, “Yes, its madelponyrennen that is madelpony is ponygirl and rennen is like a footrace. It’s our own fault, we make them want it so much. We make them want to please us so much, and they want only that.” Willi stepped over to Erin, “Are you the lesbierin?” Erin looked at her blankly. “Do you like the woman?” Erin nodded, and smiled shyly. “Do you like a man, too?” Erin nodded again. “So then you are the bissexuelle, liking the man and woman too.”
Ione was standing by Erin, and listened while Willi was asking Erin about sex. She smiled and nodded, too.
Jacqui asked Ione if she liked women and men too. She looked toward Wendy and then smiled. “Do you belong to Miss Wendell?” Ione nodded, and smiled. “Do you love her?” Ione beamed, and her dark Asian features softened as she nodded.
Jacqui saw a young dark man approaching the stable dock, and she went to meet him. They met up near the parked sulkies, about fifty feet from the group examining the ponygirls. He was only an inch or two taller than Jacqui and quite slender. He had black hair and dark eyes, like Jacqui. After they embraced Jacqui stepped back a little and unzipped his blue jeans, he tried to pull back, but Jacqui reached into his pants and pulled his penis out. She paid no attention to the grooms and trainers on the dock.
“Jacqui, please not right now,” he moaned. He looked around and saw Erin watching closely. He tried to turn away, but Jacqui would not let go of his penis.
“Ione, what do you think of this?” Jacqui turned around so that her back was toward her boyfriend, but she continued to hold his penis with her right hand as he stood behind her right shoulder. Ione approached them slowly, with a small smile. “How long has it been since you’ve seen one of these,” she asked glancing toward her right hand.
“It’s been a while, not since I left Hawaii,” she answered.
“Would you like a little taste? You know for old times sake,” Jacqui pulled harder as Elias, her boyfriend tried to pull back. Ione looked toward Wendy to see if she was watching, Wendy nodded with a resigned half-smile.
“Don’t mind if I do,” Ione said as she stepped closer. She was so short that she only had to bend a little to take the head in her mouth. She ran her tongue over the end of the head of his penis, Elias gasped as she did. Ione stepped back and smacked her lips, and licked them too.
“That’s as good as I remembered,” she whispered to Jacqui. “Now I’m hungry, I’ve been on a diet for a long time.” The both laughed, quietly. Jacqui let go of Elias penis, and they started to walk back to the dock.
“Jacqui. Wait, can I put this away?” Elias called to her. She stopped and went back to him, as he stood with his penis out of his pants. Ione walked with her, she didn’t want to pass up a chance to be near a penis.
“Put what away, Elias?”
“Please, do I have to ask,” he moaned. Jacqui smiled and nodded. “May I put my penis away?”
“Why? Are you afraid it’ll get sunburned?” Ione reached out and touched the head with her index finger. Elias jumped, he hadn’t seen her reaching. Jacqui gave a slight laugh, “I guess you better put that away, or Ione will get it and try to take it home. Then you’ll be totally useless to me.” They walked to the dock, together.
“Hey, this is Elias Ruiz-Gonzales, my sometime boyfriend,” Jacqui said politely. Erin looked at Elias like she wanted to get closer. “Willi, how do you say penis in German,” Jacqui asked innocently. “Is it like, peckerren?”
Willi laughed, “No, it would be glied, and the pussy is kitzler.”
“What’s clitoris,” Ione asked. She was looking at Erin. “How about giant clitoris?”
“That’s the same, clitoris. It’s a Latin word, and riesigclitoris, is giant clitoris, or maybe gewaltigclitoris.” she looked toward Erin too. They looked at each other and both smiled and sighed.
“Why did you speak such good English when we were talking about ponygirls, but didn’t know so much just now,” Jacqui asked?
“It’s because I learned those concepts and used them everyday, the other things weren’t taught in school. So I had to just pick them up as I went around,” Willi responded. “Come along Erin, we are going to hitch up and go out to the rennbahn. That is the racetrack, to you.” She picked up the end of the lead one of the grooms left dangling from Erin’s bridle.
When they got to the tiny racing sulky, Erin stepped between the rails and turned toward the front for Willi to put her harness and belt on her, it was already attached to the sulky rails. The harness and belt Erin wore was different from the one she wore to pull the big sulkies. This harness had a smaller belt, there were several rings spread around the belt for connecting to the sulky and for any other possible uses. They were reinforced so the sulky’s pull was spread all around the belt. It also had a large strap from the center of the front up between Erin’s breasts and split into a Y, then two straps went over her shoulders and down both sides of her back to the rear of the belt. There were three sets of straps around her chest, one set above her breasts and another below them. The third strap was just under Erin’s lowest ribs. The mid straps were high up beneath her breasts for support when she ran. Each strap also had an extension that went between the verticals at each side of her back. On top of each shoulder strap was a small ring for the reins to keep them from tangling. The rings held the reins loosely enough for responsive handling. There were four straps from the sulky rails to Erin’s harness; two from each side. Both of the straps were attached to the rail behind Erin, one crossed her back and hooked to the opposite side of her belt, the other went to the front on the same side. Two short chain links also went from the rail in front to Erin’s belt on each side, mainly to aid when backing. These were locked when at races to help avoid theft; the confusion at tracks on race days often gave rustlers the opportunity to try. The whole setup looked complicated, but Willi was familiar with it and she had Erin hitched in just a few minutes. Erin felt quite comfortable, and the sulky responded to her slightest move.
“It feels light, doesn’t it,” Willi asked? Erin nodded. “Stand here,” Willi said, and laid the reins over the rails of the sulky on Erin’s right. She went over to Denise and had a few words, final ideas and final directions.
Willi got into the sulky and took up the reins, “Let’s go, and take it easy. Let’s get warmed up, for about the first meile. Then I’ll let you know when to gerannt, to run.” Willi wanted to teach Erin to respond to commands given in German.
Willi kept the speed down until they had been running for ten minutes; Willi didn’t need to keep a stopwatch, she knew when ten minutes had passed. Willi shook the reins and Erin started to run faster.
“Schneller, run faster Erin,” Willi ordered. Erin increased her speed, she pulled back slightly on the reins, “Easy, that’s fast enough, liebchen.”
She kept Erin at a medium pace for twenty more minutes, “Now for some more, Erin, schnell,”
Willi said as she snapped the reins, a little harder. They were headed along the roadway from the sulky corral to the turn off for the customer trails. Erin saw the last turn off the longest sulky trail, she knew that the end of the road was coming soon, she tried to ease off a little. Willi, snapped the reins again, “schneller, do not slow, I will tell you when to slow,” Willi said sternly.
They rounded a curve and Erin saw that the road continued and the huge pile of dirt that marked the end was gone. She could see a gate about another half mile ahead. Then Willi snapped the reins and gave a sharp whistle, Erin speeded up more and ran until Willi pulled her up to stop at the gate. She pulled Erin next to a blue and white striped pole while she opened the gate then she pulled the reins back and looped them over the back of the seat. Erin used the opportunity to urinate in the road; there was no pole out here. Erin stood with her feet shoulder width apart and arched her back, her urine streamed out behind her onto the ground. Willi came up to her, she had gotten a pack of wet paper wipes. Willi pulled out a couple of wipes and carefully cleaned Erin’s inner labia and area around her urethra. Erin pushed back against Willi’s hand and wriggled with small, little motions.
“Do you like this, liebchen,” Willi asked, softly? Erin nodded gently. “Erin do you think you love me”? Erin stopped nodding, and then started again. Willi stepped in front where she could see Erin smiling even with the bit in her mouth. Willi reached up and stroked Erin’s cheek and then gently scratched behind her left ear. She led Erin through the opened gate and stopped her in the middle of the new roadway.
“Stand here, wait, and in Deutsh, hier markt, warten” Willi said patiently. She went back and closed the gate. “Wasser, a drink,” asked Willi as she held a water bottle? Erin nodded again.
Erin tried to speak to thank Willi, but she pressed her index finger against Erin’s lips. “You must never try to speak unless I tell that you may. Do you understand, liebchen? Even with the bit out, you will not speak, es verboten.” Erin nodded; she had tears in her eyes.
Willi remounted the sulky and held Erin for five minutes, she wanted to make Erin wait for her command and not try to go on her own. She had watched the sulky corral and knew the ponygirls were required to get started to get out of the way of the next customer, but now she had to learn to move only when the command was given. The jockey planned and carried out the strategy to win the races, the ponygirl had to provide the power through the harness to the sulky. She would not punish Erin for trying to start, at first, but she had to learn that the jockey was always in charge of the sulky. Erin’s previous non-professional jockeys were not at all good for discipline; she now had to learn to follow the jockey’s directions.
“Don’t try to kiss me before you brush your teeth,” Wendy said as she snapped her leash to Ione’s collar. After Ione had the little taste of penis, she went back to Wendy to get her leash snapped on. Wendy smiled behind Ione’s back; she didn’t really care. However Ione wanted to believe she had tasted forbidden fruit, literally, so Wendy gave her what she wanted. She didn’t have anything against men she just thought them messy. They were physically messy and didn’t care where they left their sticky messes, and morally messy trying to get any woman nearby. (And, Wendy chuckled to herself, and make her all messy.) Ione was very passionate and to keep that for herself would be unfair to Ione; she would need to allow some latitude, or Ione would stop being fun.
Later when they watched Erin leave with Willi Ione came to her and clung to Wendy’s hip as the sulky passed. They both shed a few tears, as the sulky went around the curve and out of sight. Wendy slid her hand down Ione’s back and over her butt; when she reached the bottom her fingers found the end of the butt-plug. She pressed the end and began pushing the end in small circles, as she did Ione began to moan softly.
“Ooohh, Miss Wendell, you are turnin’ me on so much,” Ione whispered. “I’m gettin’ so hot.”
“We need to walk to my cabin, right away Ione,” Wendy answered. “Come on, let’s go now.” Wendy called to Denise, “I’m going to my place Denise, and do you want to meet me in the cafeteria in about an hour?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there,” Denise, answered. “I’m going to get Stacy and her info to the tattoo shop.”
“Good idea, thanks,” Wendy said as they moved away. “Don’t forget to brush when we get in, Ione.”
Denise smiled as she watched them leave; she really liked Wendy and was glad for her. She had seen Wendy try to find the right man, over and over only to be disappointed until she finally decided that maybe men were not the right answer. She was happy for her now that she had finally found someone for herself. Denise turned to one of the new grooms, Jack Loos who was assigned to Stacy.
“Jack, lets take Stacy to the tattoo shop and get her done, I think Jacqui will run her out to the track, what did Willi call it, the rennbahn,” She said smiling. “It’ll only take Bart about twenty-five minutes to do her.”
He nodded as he turned to Stacy and clipped his lead to her bridle, he smiled up at her, “Let’s go honey, come on we’ll get your numbers on.” They started to head past the front of the stable.
Bart opened the door for them when they got to the top of the steps, “Come on in, I’ve got her stencils all made up.” He looked toward Denise, “Yes, I’m in a rush, when I’m done with Stacy I’m headed out for a long weekend.” He turned to Stacy, “Right over here Stacy, sit right down and put your arms down please.”
Stacy sat down and put her arms on the chair for Bart to strap in. He unsnapped the bit from her bridle. Jack stepped forward, but Bart continued and laid the bit on the counter along the wall behind the chair.
“My shop, my rules,” He said brightly. “I want to be able to converse if necessary. Period.” Jack smiled and nodded graciously.
Mona had hired Jack from the ponygirl training ranch where they both worked, they had been in southern Oklahoma together for over a year. The owner was starting to try to train for sex and not racing or running his own girls, his latest customers brought their wives or girlfriends in for a few days and then try to run around the track. Most of them were so out of shape that Jack was embarrassed for them. Mona and Jack both wanted to work on a real racing operation. When Wendy approached them and showed her plans and that she had adequate financing to make it work they both took her offer.
Bart got the stencils for Stacy’s PRA number, and applied it number on the upper portion of her right areola, in a curve that matched the natural curve of her nipple. Bart picked up his tattoo equipment from the counter and started within ten minutes he had her number finished, Stacy looked down at the finished tattoo, it read “1071231”. He had Jack hold Stacy’s hair up to tattoo the bar code on the back of her neck “1071031”. He didn’t have to put Miss Wendell’s tattoo on Stacy’s belly it was already there. Next he had to change out all the rings in her nipples and outer labia. When he was done she had two new rings in each nipple and three new rings in each outer lip, all were 16ga. by ¾ inch.
“Bart I thought the number was 108, that’s what’s on Erin,” Denise said as she looked at the paperwork from PRA.
Bart shrugged, “That’s what was on the paperwork.”
Jack spoke up, “Maybe you are 108 and Miss Wendell is 107.”
“Oh, ok. I’ve been here so long, that I didn’t even think about that, I did make my own separate application,” Denise observed. “I’m really an owner.”
“Yes, Miss Winters,” Jack answered.
“If we’re going to do it right, I’m Mrs. Winters,” Denise said laughing. “Tomorrow I’ll be pulling a sulky with little old ladies riding behind, trying to act like they aren’t doin’ anything odd.”
“I guess tomorrow you’ll be Denise, but for it to work for me, tonight you’ll have to be Mrs. Winters,” Jack smiled. “Mrs. Winters, I’ll take Stacy out to Jacqui and they’ll get out to the…..” Jack stopped as his cell-phone rang, he answered it. “Yes.” He paused, listening. “Mrs. Winters. Yes I’ll tell her. Ok, bye Jacqui.” Jack looked around and at Stacy, “Stacy, who’s your groom, or who was your groom,” he asked.
“Xian, but she left this morning for San Francisco, for a week. Why, what’s up?” Stacy looked concerned.
Jack turned to Denise, “That was Jacqui, she wants to wait until tomorrow morning, so she has more time to evaluate and Stacy’s fresh enough to run well, out to the track. I guess you’re stuck with me this evening,” he said and winked at Stacy. “You may have to tell me where to find someone to help me find the stuff I’ll need for you.”
Denise spoke up, “She may not know, I’ll take you to the Groom Room and introduce you around. She can’t go in there, no ponygirls allowed inside. I’m not a ponygirl until tomorrow. When we’re done here we’ll take her to the training stable, and let her rest in a stall, and have her dinner sent, then go to the Groom Room and find someone to help you.”
While they were talking Bart finished up with Stacy’s rings and put her bit back in place. “We’re all done here,” He said. “Now, I’m out of here.” Bart sort of ushered them to the door and they all went out, “I’m not tryin’ to give you the bum’s rush, but I’ve got a plane to catch, and I have to drive to the airport first.”
“Thanks for waiting for us Bart. Have a nice weekend,” Denise said as they headed to the training stable.
Jack walked along holding Stacy’s lead, she was much taller than his five-six, with her hoof-boots she stood six-three. They got to the training stable and went in, they found all stalls were empty and put Stacy in one. Jack took the bit, bridle and pony-hands off, he applied some antibiotic ointment on her new tattoos, leaving a thick layer over each one. He closed the gate and made sure it locked, he then accompanied Denise out.
Denise took him to the Groom Room, and they went inside, they found Alicia sitting at the table. She agreed to help Jack get Stacy fed and settled for the night.
“Alicia, his room is in the Groom House at the track,” Denise said. “Do you think there is room here for him tonight?”
“I’m sure I can find a bed for him,” Alicia smiled. “Somewhere cozy and warm.” Denise thanked her and headed out to meet Wendy for dinner.
When Erin and Willi arrived at the track, Mona and Margot were there working out a training schedule for her and Stacy. They were looking at Keiko and Veronika’s records, to see where to start with them. Keiko had six months of files to look over and Veronika had six weeks of files. The only groom there was Lena Weise she wasn’t Erin’s groom, but she was ready to take care of her for tonight.
Willi unhitched her from the sulky, and took her into the stable; Lena was in the second stall from the door, waiting for them. Willi handed the end of the lead to Lena and headed back outside to take care of the sulky. Lena carefully stripped all the tack off Erin, and took the French braid out of her hair.
“Do you want to go get washed up now, or rest a little first,” Lena asked? Erin smiled and shook her head, she didn’t want to rest yet, a bath sounded real good to her.
Willi came in just then, “You may speak now, Erin.” She stopped by Lena; “I need to help with her bathing, to see if I need to develop any other muscles. Her legs are beautiful, but I think maybe her shoulders and arms need some development.” Willi left to go to the rear of the stable to the bath stalls. Erin heard a shower start from the end of the stable.
“Come on, lets go get a bath, we’ll get you washed off and come back for some dinner,” Lena said, she sounded so sweet to Erin. “Look at all the clothes,” Lena was talking about Willi’s clothing on the floor of the hallway. Where she had taken it off and dropped it on the floor as she walked to the bath stall. Lena picked the clothing up as they walked along the hallway and handed each garment to Erin as they went. The little blue top was just outside Erin’s stall, and dark blue shorts a few feet farther along.
When they got to the end, she lifted the top of a trashcan setting by the last stall for Erin to discard the dropped garments, which she did. Then they both laughed.
There was a tiny pair of light blue panties on the floor by the door of the bath stall where Willi was finishing her shower, and a pair of sneakers setting nearby. The sneakers were placed carefully out of the way, obviously not discarded.
Willi opened the gate and said, “Step inside, please. Geh hinein, bitte,” she said. “Walk inside, please.”
“Damn, here’s more,” Lena said as she picked up the panties and walked toward the trashcan. Willi laughed.
“I guess I won’t have to worry about doing laundry for now, eh? I need those shoes. My sportschuhe. Please don’t toss them.” Her tiny breasts didn’t shake or jiggle, when she laughed each was firm, with a soft puffy, pink nipple. Her nipples were pale pink, and her pubic patch was white blonde like all of her hair. Her patch was not heavy, but soft down grew almost to her navel.
Erin got under the spray with Willi; she towered over Willi. At five-nine she was nine inches taller, but she knew Willi was in complete control of her. Willi washed Erin’s hair and put crème rinse through it; she piled her wet hair up on top of her head while she washed Erin’s shoulders and body. Willi was careful as she did Erin’s neck around the new tattoo.
“This looks good, it’s healing up, ausheiland. That’s healing up,” Willi repeated.
“I’m going to learn German, aren’t I? Are we going to speak German all the time,” Erin asked?
“Well we will be using Deutsch, that’s German for German, on the track. It will give us a psychological advantage; we are ahead before we step onto the racetrack, rennbahn, the racetrack. Willi continued to wash Erin and soon had her completely washed, but didn’t try to masturbate her. “I need to check your shoulder muscles,” said Willi as she ran her hands over Erin’s shoulders. “Now for your arms, liebchen,” Willi whispered, as she felt Erin’s arms. She carefully squeezed each muscle group from end to end.
“Did your groom take care of you everyday? Did he masturbieren, or hatschelt, is fondle, everyday?” Erin nodded. “Well we take care tonight, but not everyday. You must earn your pleasures. Do you understand?” Erin nodded again. Willi slowly began to rub Erin’s pussy and her clitoris.
She took Erin’s clitoris between her index finger and thumb, and rolled the sensitive flesh gently. Willi stepped around Erin’s right side so she could keep her right hand on Erin’s pussy and reach Erin’s anus with her left hand. Willi pressed two fingers of her left hand into Erin’s anus and slid her right hand to Erin’s vagina and put her two middle fingers into Erin. She was surprised by the size of Erin’s pussy and anus, and she soon had both hands fully into Erin. Willi clenched her hands, first left then right until Erin gasped to an orgasm. She had planned to stop after one orgasm, but Erin was still so aroused that she continued. Erin had a second orgasm immediately and a third right after that. Erin gently pushed down on Willi’s wrist.
“Is that enough, liebchen,” Willi asked?
“Yes, thank you,” Erin leaned down to Willi’s ear and whispered. Erin kissed Willi’s ear softly, “I love you, completely. I need you to know that.”
“Yes liebchen, but you will work very hard for me.” Willi said sternly.
She shut the water off and they got out Lena was there, she tossed a towel to Willi and she began to dry Erin, herself.
Willi laughed, “Aren’t you going to dry me?”
“No,” was all Lena said. They all laughed and finished drying. Willi had to remain naked, until she found her luggage. It was in the Groom House, where the grooms, handlers, and trainers had their rooms. The jockeys, head trainer, and head groom were in another small outbuilding, set aside for them, as supervisors. Mona and Margot had gone to dinner, so Willi, Lena, and Erin were alone there. Willi came into Erin’s stall, pushing a small stainless steel tray cart. Erin’s dinner was on the top shelf and Willi had her clothes on the second shelf. Lena got Erin’s food out and left to find her own dinner.
“Do you have any clothing, Erin,” she asked?
“No, none. I haven’t worn anything in over a year,” Erin answered. “Livestock doesn’t wear clothes.”
“Yes, I noticed that you are tan all over, so you stay naked, nackte, naked. You have a total sonnenbrand, sunburn,” Willi said. “Maybe I will stay nackte. No, maybe I will put on my clothes, now,” She laughed. “I’m not nudistin.” Willi picked up her clothes from the second shelf of the cart and left the stall.
She was back in about ten minutes, wearing a light brown macramé dress, it was mostly holes; her pink nipples were sticking out through the dress. She had a light brown thong, also of macramé. She wore sandals, with straps that buckled clear to her knees. She stood in front of Erin, and turned so Erin could see her little dress.
“You look nice,” Erin said. “Do you have a date tonight?” Willi just shook her head no. “Your boyfriend visiting?” No again. “Do you have a boyfriend?” No again.
“I’ve never had a boyfriend,” Willi said sadly.
“Never?” Erin asked.
“Nope, nein, I never had time, I have worked for the last few years to get ahead in training,” Willi told her.
Erin asked her if she trained horses in Germany, there were so many horse grooms and handlers here that came from horse farms Erin wondered of Willi started there too.
“No in Germany I trained schutzhund, that is dogs trained to search for hiding subjects, like police dogs. I preferred Doberman, but I also trained the German Shepard.” She looked toward Erin. “You know that all animal training is about the same. Once you have developed the technique, it works for any animal. You just have to know the desired result, to achieve it is about the same.” Willi looked at Erin, “After you win the championship, we could go out and maybe find some men, ehh?”
Erin nodded, “you may want someone else for that. I haven’t been outside the gate for over a year. My man hunting abilities have faded to nothing. Maybe Jacqui could help us both find one.”
“I’m not sure I would like what she might find,” Willi snickered. “I didn’t say that.”
Erin shook her head, “I know what you mean. Erin changed the subject, “I have to ask you something, your name is Dutch, but you speak German. Where are you from?”
Willi laughed, “I am from Germany, my father was an automotive engineer, from Holland. He worked for a manufacturer in Stuttgart, and my mother was from Bavaria. We lived in Stuttgart until I was five years old, we moved to Wolfsburg for a few years, and then back to Stuttgart. That’s where I started to train the dogs. I was the dompteuse.”
“How do you say virgin,” Erin asked?
“It’s jungfrau, virgin,” she said.
“Erin, I must go, it’s time for bed, we will be getting up at 5AM, and starting at 5:30. Then breaking for breakfast at 8AM. You may talk this evening, but when we get up tomorrow, no more talking. Tomorrow you will learn to whinny, wiehern, whinny.” Willi stepped to the gate, she looked back as she closed it, gute nacht, liebchen.” Willi turned and went out.
Erin learned to whinny, it took Willi most all of the first morning, and Erin had it down quite well. The vet took the afternoon of the first day. He came right after lunch, and Willi brought Erin into the examination room. Jacqui was already there, she was there to observe and make sure the vet’s directions were carried out. He would make a written report, but direct communication was best. The vet removed the birth control hormone implants, from her inner arm. It was for birth control, but also for menstruation control. With it Erin had only three or four periods a year, but it might slow her a step or two over a quarter mile, it had to go. The vet replaced it with a new fiberglass IUD coil. The IUD had tiny spurs or hooks along its length and would not slip out of place with heavy exercise. More importantly the material was impregnated with a similar, but much lower dose of a hormone that also restricted menstruation. This method was much safer, and did not slow the racer. The major drawback was that the hooks made it nearly impossible to remove. Breeding for reproduction was illegal, although ponygirls were basically owned; they were adults when they signed the contract. Children could not be kept as property. It was morally and legally wrong.
A trainer took Erin out after the veterinarian was finished with her. Joshua Gray, everyone called him Josh, had Erin on a lunge line. He was working on her stride length. After about an hour with the lunge line and the long, but light whip, he called a halt to the exercise. Jacqui came out and called for Willi to meet them in the conference room.
“Erin, you may speak with us,” Willi said to her, as she unsnapped the bit. All three of them were very happy and excited, Jacqui finally told Erin what the excitement was all about. She did not need any further instruction regarding her stride length.
“Have you ever had any formal instructions or training for your stride length,” Josh asked?
“Yes, I was a runner on the first girl’s track team here at Centerville High School. Not the first ever, but there hadn’t been a girls’ running team for several years, so I had to work out with the boy’s coach. He was real good, and I learned about striding. It’s been so long that I don’t even think about it, I just do it.”
“Well you do it very well. We have no corrections to make. The only lunge line work will be the prancing steps for the pre-parade and the victory laps you’ll be making,” Josh said as he smiled greatly. “Do you feel all right, did the vet cause any problems?”
“No, why,” Erin asked?
“Let’s go back out and work on parade steps until dinner, or until you get tired of it. It’s not real interesting,” Josh scowled. “For either of us.”
Willi and Jacqui were talking to each other by the door. Jacqui came over to Erin smiling greatly.
“You know, you’re much more of a natural runner than I’ve ever seen. I’ll bet the old coach didn’t really have to change much to get your stride correct. He may have had to refine you a little, but no changes,” Jacqui looked over at Willi. “Anything?”
“You will begin working on learning to run for me, tomorrow morning. Right now you think that you control your speed and course, but to win consistently you must learn to give me complete control. You will provide the motive power and I will provide the direction. We,” she indicated Jacqui also, “will provide the racing strategy.”
“Yes, tomorrow morning may be difficult for you,” Jacqui said solemnly. “If you do exactly as instructed, it will not be painful.”
When Erin’s handler Marina Burton, brought Erin out to the track in the morning, her bridle had blinkers or blinders installed. Erin could not see up or to the sides, at all. The equipment was very efficient.
Willi came out and they ran around the track for ten laps, then pulled in to the corral, where Marina was standing. Willi pulled Erin up by a blue and white post and stopped, Erin used the opportunity to urinate on the ground behind her. Marina was there to wipe her carefully and gently. Willi had given strict instructions about wiping Erin, less than perfect cleanliness was unacceptable. Willi’s German attention to detail required perfect sanitation, without compromise. When she was done, Marina loosened the screws on the blinkers and the blinders and moved them over Erin’s eyes. Erin could see nothing at all, neither up, down, nor to the side.
“Erin,” Willi came up to her, “You know that the rennbahn is flat and there are no obstructions, no grades with elevation changes. Now you will learn to trust me. I will control the speed and direction totally. From this day forward you will run for me, not for yourself. Not until I am sure you can do that will I have the blinkers opened.”
Erin nodded slowly, to herself she thought, “Hell, I’m game. Let’s do it.”
“When I stop you, you will be free to urinate, unless I tell you that you may not,” Willi said, just before she remounted the sulky.
They went out onto the track and ran carefully for several laps. Willi snapped the reins, “Schnell, Erin. Run faster.” Erin heard a whish and felt a slight smack on her butt. She realized it was a whip of some sort. Willi must have brought it up after the blinkers were closed. Erin took off; she was so surprised by the whip that she didn’t even think about the blinkers. She followed Willi’s directions and turned when the reins pulled her.
After an hour Willi pulled her up, they walked for a distance and stopped. Erin had to pee; she moved her legs apart and urinated on the ground. She felt Willi beside her so she was not surprised and didn’t jump when Willi wiped her inner labia.
”Wasser,” Erin opened her mouth and Willi inserted the end of a water bottle, and squeezed and drink out for her. While she was giving Erin a drink she said softly, “You did not hear me, but you felt me here with you, didn’t you?” Erin nodded, and whinnied softly from deep in her throat.
Over the next two days she learned the German words for the main commands she would be using. Walk was wandelnt, and trot was trotten, canter, kantor, and lastly gallop was galopp. Willi had already taught her run, lauf, and gerrant, for their purposes gallop and run meant the same. Walk, trot, and cantor were controlled paces, but gallop was all out, hold nothing back. Erin ran around the track at her top speed without regard, she came to trust Willi completely, she wasn’t afraid Willi might run her into something.
Willi pulled Erin to a stop, she felt like she was in the middle of the track. Willi cautioned her not to urinate, “nicht uniniert.” After about three minutes, she realized they were not alone on the track, Erin could hear the squeak of other tack on other ponygirls around her. When Willi snapped the reins and they were off. They took off and were soon galloping at full speed. Willi had her moving left and right across the track as they passed the other sulkies. Erin soon forgot about the others.
The other sulkies were driven by handlers and trainers at medium speeds to give Erin some obstacles to pass. Soon they were speeded up a bit, so Erin had to slow a little to wait for an opening to pass. Willi found she could run Erin through even the smallest space at speed without concern, that Erin would follow her commands instantly. That complete trust was the hardest step to make a successful racing ponygirl. She had accomplished it in the first week!
But after doing so well for seven days, and whinnying instead of talking, Erin messed up. They had been working with the smaller racing bit. Erin tried to tell Willi that she needed to stop to pee. Willi let her stop to urinate, uniniert. When she was through Willi took her to the sulky barn.
“I gave the rules about talking,” Willi spoke very harshly to her, and Erin was scared. “You will be punished now. Remember when I told you that you would not want to find out about the punishment for talking?”
She made Erin kneel between the sulky rails, and put her hands behind her back. Willi had a short chain that she snapped between Erin’s pony-hands. She had two small aluminum clamps that she tightened one on each nipple with a thumbscrew. Willi tightened each one until it just barely hurt. She took Erin back out onto the track, with blinkers opened. After an hour they had become quite painful. They went back to the sulky barn and Erin knelt again, she thought Willi would remove the clamps, but she turned each one tighter. Erin started to sob, Willi got back into the sulky and they went out for another hour. They returned to the barn again, and Willi tightened them again. Erin was in so much pain now that she almost vomited. Willi took her out for another hour, when they returned the barn the next time Erin was afraid to try to think Willi might remove them. Erin’s hands were encased in the pony-hands and secured behind her back. She was helpless to do anything to ease the pain, she felt totally dependant on Willi for relief. She knelt between the rails, again. She could feel Willi standing before her.
“You did not try very hard that last time out, I will give you the opportunity to try again. If you can keep your efforts at a high level, I will not punish you for slacking off. I cannot stand a slothful animal. You will keep your efforts up or you will be punished. You cannot finish this punishment until that one is over,” Willi said gravely. “Please liebchen, you must let me finish this,” she urged.
Erin tried to whinny, but it sounded almost like a moan. Willi stroked her cheek gently. She believed that it was her own fault, and Willi wanted to take the clamps off.
Willi got back into the sulky and they went out for a fourth hour. Erin didn’t know if she did any better, but she tried with all of her heart. When they got back, Willi had her stand while she went inside to get a drink of water. When she came back out, Erin knelt between the rails, of the sulky. Willi unscrewed the nipple clamps, and gently massaged each nipple, she kissed each one.
“Please do not make me put the clamps on you again, liebchen. You must be careful about the talking. Do not expect to speak again for the next ten days,” Willi spoke softly to Erin. She released Erin’s hands and helped her stand. She took her over to the blue and white post near the back fence of the corral. When she was done Willi carefully cleaned her vulva and urethra with a wet paper wipe. Willi wanted to stop for the day, but it was important to take Erin out again for at least half an hour.
Erin worshipped Willi, while Willi did her training she was in heaven. Her speed was greater than anyone had dared imagine Erin capable of producing. Erin learned to trust Willi implicitly, when they went onto the track Willi knew she could get all the speed Erin had available to cover the distance required. The track Wendy had built was one eighth of a mile long. The race distances Willi was training Erin to cover were one-eighth and one quarter mile, for the preliminary and qualification races. The finals and championship races were one half mile and a full mile and one and a half and then two miles. The longer distances were not all run at each meet. She had to run Erin until she could not move another step, to know how much she had available. Erin did not have another talking violation, she felt so sorry for Willi. When she spoke out of turn, Willi was forced to put the nipple clamps, brustwarzeklemmbacke, on her. She could tell that Willi felt bad having to do that to her.
Willi found a pair of pony-hands that were weighted, the first set Willi had for her weighed five pounds extra, after a week they were replaced by a ten-pound set. She had to wear the ten pound pair for the next two full weeks, all day every day. Willi substituted a fifteen-pound pair, after the ten pound set. At first Erin’s arms were a little tired, but when Willi went to the ten pound set, her arms were sore for a few days. She became used to that set soon, and ten pounds on each arm was manageable. The fifteens were easy for Erin to handle, and she soon mastered them too. When Willi evaluated her arms, she was pleased with the results. She told Erin that she would need to wear the weights only twice a week to maintain her fitness.
Willi had begun taking Erin out on the pathways away from the track, with the blinders closed. Erin ran for her without the slightest concern. Marina led her out to the corral and hitched her to a sulky setting out for them. Willi came out with a picnic basket that she put on the sulky.
“Would you like to take me for a picnic today? We haven’t had a nice day for ourselves lately,” Willi suggested.
Erin whinnied and neighed, to show her approval. Marina closed the blinders, and stroked Erin’s cheek. She petted the side of her head, and behind her ear. Erin sighed and whinnied softly. Willi had a snap link and secured Erin’s wrists behind her.
“Today I am asking you to trust me, even more. You must believe I would not even let you fall, so you hands will not be in front of you. You will not need them.”
They walked until Erin felt comfortable, and began to run easily. When she was warmed up, they began to run harder. When they broke for lunch, Willi took her from the sulky rails, and fed her by hand. Erin had the tack and blinders on all day, after lunch Willi re-hitched her and they walked slowly so their lunches could digest. Soon they were running at full speed across the countryside. They returned to the paddock for the night at 6PM. Erin didn’t know where they had been all day.
When Erin’s blinders were removed, she was standing in the same spot she was in when they were closed. Erin started laughing, it was definitely unpony like, but very infectious. Soon they were all laughing, Willi and Marina didn’t know why, but they felt the hilarity Erin brought. Finally Willi had Marina remove the bit, she told Erin to speak.
“What is so damn funny,” Willi asked between laughs.
“The whole picture, I was standing right here this morning, right exactly here. There are my hoof prints and the sulky tracks. Now here I am, but I couldn’t see anything all day. It’s sort of like I didn’t really go anywhere, but we did.” Erin tried to explain the two realities concept.
“Yes, I know what you mean,” Willi agreed. Marina nodded. Then they all cracked up again.
They were laughing like idiots when Denise and her husband came around the corner of the barn. Wendy was behind them, with Ione on a leash. Never one to pass up a good time, Ione insisted Erin go over the whole thing again. She laughed, but she really didn’t get it. Denise did though.
Denise introduced her husband to Willi, Marina, and Erin. Aaron was amazed with Willi, her accent, enchanted him and her mannerisms were different than anyone he’d ever met.
Marina clipped her lead to Erin’s bridle, and they all headed for the stable. While they walked along Denise told Willi about the travel plans for the upcoming race. The would have to leave in five days, to have two full days before the first races, to get Erin ready to run. Her first race could be rough on her nerves. Willi shook her head, Erin could run anywhere.
“The PRA has a course for new ponygirls, it’s just starting this season and Erin has to attend,” she told Willi. “I need to have you there to watch over Erin, and Jacqui to watch out for her.”
“Yes, she knows most of the people we will be dealing with, and the tricks they may pull,” Willi said thoughtfully.
In Chapter five: Diane’s mother becomes a problem. Rustlers try to steal Ponygirls.
Ahead in Chapter six: Erin’s first race… Life is Good, sort of.