Getting a black eye was a common dilemma for a filly, especially a new bride. The centaur wanted some early morning cleanup and did not bother rousing her first. Instead he got on top and began probing with his dick finding some way under her face to lift it up. Understanding lit her sleepy eyes finally and she let him have his way but not before getting a couple of hard pokes in her left eye. Did she have a choice after all?

Slipping off her when he finished, the centaur lazily wandered off to the side. She then rolled onto her side and contemplated his magnificent form and his mighty dick. It was amazing how calm and loving she felt. With dismay and tears on her part, the groom arrived to take her centaur away. Soon after it was her turn to get her ass slapped and her head pulled up. The Adderplum III narrated her previous night’s accomplishments and failures in intimate detail. Thereafter she received this day’s instructions as the groom touched her up, rearranged her arms behind her in a reverse prayer position where her wrists were pulled up to her neck and secured, dropped her soiled nightie and put the bridle bit back in. This was a most severe way to disable a filly’s arms and stretched her muscles painfully. Yet it well served its purpose of assuring her of not being able to escape or to object.

With a firm tug on her mouth bit, she was on her way somewhere with her tits bouncing and her tail twirling.

This was a new part of the ranch to her when she arrived. Carriages raced around a circular pathway dotted with trees and green grass. Fillies pulled the lightweight carriages with alacrity and vigor. With a sinking heart, she realized her next tour of duty.

She observed Laura with her unmistakable red hair dashing by followed by Christine and Lisa pulling solitary weighted sulkies. Whips were much in evidence cracking and striping bare asses thus encouraging them to run faster.

With an inward sigh she now appreciated the long hours of mandatory gym class. Without them she would have long since collapsed and not been able to further proceed in her training. In the last century Americans had been notoriously overweight and unfit. Nowadays with lean food supplies and even more meager money supplies, obesity did not exist.

Universal health care had also been mandated and no one lacked medicine or therapeutic treatment. Exercise and fitness ruled the land from sea to shining sea. Other nations had fallen by the wayside in this matter though Europe had the health care system still but they had fallen into internecine warfare. Every woman was entitled to large “never droop” breasts and every man to a prolific sex life and long term priaprismic behavior on demand.

Hitched to a rail hook by her bridle the groom left her to wait. Shortly he returned with a different set of footwear for her. The white high heels had been practically worn out with her vigorous walking and running endeavors. Now she had new black pumps with numerous straps pressed around her ankle and lower calves. There was a five inch rubbery platform like heel with two extra inches under her toes. Steel impregnated the sole and when she stepped into the dirt she made a distinctive imprint. This made her arch her foot significantly but provided a firmer support.

Her sister trotted in pulling an unmanned sulky behind her. She had blinders on and did not see her sister as she passed behind Kathy where her carriage was removed. In that brief minute Kathy stared at her sister’s rig. Small metal clamps gripped her nipples with a thin wire attached that went over her shoulders on either side towards her bridle where it vanished behind her in a set of steering reins that mixed in with her brown tresses. On either hip poles were attached to a belt around her waist. Another strap dipped through her crotch to a ring in a third pole between her thighs.

In a few seconds, Mary Lou was hitched to the rail next to her sister breathing heavily and glistening with a light sweat on her breasts and belly from a morning run. Their groom fondled both sets of sisterly breasts making them squirm impatiently especially Mary Lou who positively yelped when touched.

Now it was Kathy’s turn to get first blinders over her eyes and then her nipples clipped with a metal binder with a rein leading up through her bridle bit. She snarled and ahhed when she was pinned. As usual and as expected she kicked out into empty air until she calmed and had her ass smacked. The nipples were sensitive, as she was gaining intimate and personal knowledge of, and the clip was right on the tip. Every breath made the nipple jerk about and reminded her of the clip’s painful action. It was going to be a terror when she actually walked or trotted. She aahed as loud as she could but eventually she became tired of this and meanly grimaced instead every time her breasts jiggled.

Then both young fillies followed their bridle reins to a two-filly carriage to which they were to be connected. Kathy winced continuously as she adjusted to her new reality with her boobs. She wondered how Mary Lou did not scream all the time herself despite her gag.

Crotch straps and reins were now looped and tied around the complacent but worried fillies. An ear phone connected them to the omniscient Adderplum II controller complex that worked with carriage fillies.

A fat dildo was inserted into the Kathy’s well lubed but shocked vagina. It was tightly secured and locked in place under her carriage strap to rub against her insides every time she wiggled, jumped, ran or trotted. Mary Lou had escaped this nasty trick being a virgin but Kathy had to be expected to put up with much more.

“This is Adderplum II Mrs. Morgan and Miss Lehe, it is time to learn a new skill. To pull a two filly carriage one must work together. This is why there is a pole across your bellies and your lower backs that connect you together. In addition there is a connecting double u shaped padded collar across your necks. These are commonly called yokes. In time you will learn how to act together and not be jerked about while pulling the carriage. Do you understand?”

The anxious and alert fillies nodded quickly.

“The first demonstration will be how to turn to the left. The reins will pull on your mouth bit and left breast nipple until you turn the desired amount. On my mark you fillies will respond as directed. Mark.” The fillies moved to the left as commanded when the pain bit into their nipples. Once the reins stopped pulling the turn was complete and the girls waited, jittery and anxious. The first turn had been awkward together. Mary Lou had started too early dragging her sister and then Kathy had stopped too soon making her sister pull forward hence dragging her.

“Now right on my mark. Mark.” The sisters dragged each other around and turned to the right. The process was repeated for several minutes for the frustrated sisters.

“Now a new command, Mrs. Morgan and Miss Lehe. A tug on the bit reins backward means slow down. A combined tug on bit and nipples means stop now. To execute we will pretend that you are running. Begin pacing in place as hard as you can. When commanded by the reins you will slow or stop as indicated.” The fillies went through this exercise with only minor flaws. It was a matter of rhythm and avoiding undue flinching from the painful bite at their nipples. The sisters also could not see each other with the blinders in place. However, they could sense each other’s motions and gradually learned to listen carefully and react simultaneously.

“Speed is always of the essence. Your owner will need to go some place and you will be there to do it for him or her. Faster will be shown to you with the crack of the whip and often the whip stroking your back, ass, belly or thighs. Again pace in place and the command will be illustrated to you. The slow down command will also be used so be alert and observant. Confusion will always lead to further instruction with the whip after this particular set of exercises is complete.” So the lessons continued with the eager fillies prancing faster and then slower and then faster as specified.

Once done with the first instructional stage, Kathy had to then stand still for her punishment whipping for sleeping late again.

Eventually the carriage surged forward and the sisters entered the main track in the slow lane. They circled for a half hour sensing each other and reacting to rein and whip before really running and chasing other teams and singles. The controllers were quite adept at avoiding collisions and accidents as long as the girls obeyed. After one near collision with another pair of fillies that made Mary Lou stagger and pulled Kathy way down, the sisters intensified their obedience fearing a sudden fall or worse yet damage to their smooth skin with an abrasion or cut.

At noon they were allowed to be unhitched as well as fed and watered. A new leash went on their nipples while they sucked down lunch. Mary Lou received a ball gag while the others were rewarded with a ring gag. All blinders were removed much to the fillies’ evident relief. The controller informed them all they were going to be participating in some races in the afternoon. More than one filly shook with joy at the thought of competition. Those that did not got groped by a groom until their ass and tail was active enough to suit the groom. As Kathy discovered a nipple with a clamp was quite sensitive and always caused a sharp reaction when touched or fondled. Daydreaming was not an option.

The next ranch stop was a series of small corrals that each had a centaur within who snorted as the girls passed them. The fillies jostled each other afraid of the centaur’s attention. A few of the penned enclosures had a youthful filly in with the centaur. Several fillies were under their centaurs shaking their tails. A few were being actively hunted and pounced upon in the small penned spaces.

Each member of the Morgan party was assigned a corral space with a large centaur. The centaurs were well trained and well used to lovely human women as companions. They had been raised that way and enjoyed the physical fun immensely.

An anxious Lisa was shoved in first and faced a chestnut colored centaur whose tail refused to stop moving. Lisa knew what she faced and her face paled with shark terror. Immediately she began backing away with the centaur following her bouncy tits and easily catching up to her. With her ass pressed against the corral rail she had nowhere to go and the centaur eagerly licking at her clamped nipples driving her crazy. Soon enough she was dragged drooling and upset into the center of the corral where the centaur reared itself and tapped her back down with his hooves.

On the first attempt she fell flat to her belly. The centaur busied himself making her get up nudging his nose under her belly until he could grip her tit leash and pull. She had no choice in the matter. Finally she was appropriately bent over with a centaur balanced on her white ass. Frantically she aahed as she had listened to Kathy do the last two nights. With a gasp she was entered for the first time this week. Her centaur could not get too much in as she was too inexperienced and frightened. Still in no time at all the centaur left her back side and let her slowly stand up straight. Her face was red and tear stricken. Hot cum still oozed down her thighs and had been splattered all over her ass too. She had been welcomed the hard way to a filly lifestyle. Undoubtedly she repented whatever sexual or social crimes she had ever committed that had allowed her to be present.

It was obvious that Lisa was not a virgin when she arrived at the ranch. The laws were quite explicit and females were always kept belted to protect them and maintain their value. Indeed Lisa may well have been an adulteress or even a feminist zealot. If she did not watch out, she might be judged a common pony slut and assigned suitable menial chores. Kathy thought of her as a good friend but far too rebellious for her own good. She hoped a little sense could be forced onto her even if it meant some pain and a good solid kick in the crotch.

From the way she was sobbing some lessons had begun sinking into her well shaped body. Whether she would listen or fight was another matter. Pain, fear, rebellion, pride, and lust fought within her soul, body and mind. In older days insanity sometimes won. That was not an option nowadays with the pharmacia available to her trainers.

Mary Lou was equally terrified but well protected. She got pounded for most of the hour in the pen that she shared with her centaur date. In the end she had a black eye like her sister and cum staining her face and breasts. But she had not been officially violated.

The other fillies enjoyed their early afternoon romps too. Christine was under her centaur as soon as her derriere brushed his nose. Kathy knew what was expected but had never done it standing before. She discovered that if she knelt under his belly she could rest as well as suck dick. Of course the centaur insisted on getting his balls cuddling against her chin which made it somewhat uncomfortable for her position wise. Laura did pretty much the same under her centaur after being unsuccessfully rear mounted. Of course, she ended up with a black eye as a reward for her loving duty.

The fillies emerged from their play pens with cum all over their bodies, subdued, but certainly more relaxed. Hours of pulling a carriage with their lower belly did get a girl stimulated especially if she was lucky enough to have a dildo strapped inside her.

Following their tit leash the girls returned to the racing area and got into their carriage gear again. Some were in solo carriages and some in teams of two. Everybody listened to their controllers with rapt attention and limbered up with a slow trot around the 1/8th mile track.

At that point a selection of experienced solo carriage fillies including Christine assembled. Their ages went from 20 to 40. All were in prime shape with excellent tone and flat bellies. The rest, novices and two carriage teams took their position in the inner circle hitched to the track rail by their tits and staring straight ahead listening to their controller which also served as a race announcer.

The first meet was a solo run for one lap around the course at top speed. Christine was in this race. With a shot heard only in the ears of the fillies the fillies shot out of their launch slots. Kathy and her friends were about a ¼ mile from the start and waited for the racers to reach them. There was a steady pattering of feet into the dirt and heavy breathing as they approached. Before Kathy knew it the eight racers zoomed past them galumphing. The steady sound of the whip across bare buttocks punctuated the chase encouraging the fillies to put it all out. Christine was fourth at this point. An older Indian brunette trailed by a length or two in the eighth position.

The whole race concluded in a couple of minutes. The spent fillies trotted more slowly past the spectators as the Adderplum II cooled them down before a groom attended to them. Christine had managed third with a late spurt and a red rose had been wrapped around her right ear as a reward.

The next set of racers marched over to their positions and included Kathy and Mary Lou, Laura and Lisa, and a pair of young teenaged oriental fillies still wearing chastity belts. This was the beginner two filly carriage chase event.

The sisters pulled the number two track slot and tried to listen to their controller trying to calm them down. Lisa and Laura were in the outer slot and the teenagers on the inside. The race banged into action! Off they went! They had two laps to complete and, being new, were being kept to slower pace.

The teenagers shot into an early lead their tails flying high in the breeze. Kathy could just see their yellow rumps pumping rapidly up and down as their carriage edged ahead. Her controller ripped into her tender backside making her keep up better. She grunted and concentrated on the track ahead leaving her reins and the whip to direct her actions.

Dimly she perceived her sister to her side. Her steady stamping matched her own. Both had the same knee up at the same time. Both squealed together as they turned slightly to the left.

At least they were ahead of her friends who she had not seen since the race start.

For a little while the sisters cut into the lead but the teenagers were simply better than they were especially as the second lap closed. The teenagers finished first with the sisters second. The all slowed down and let their throbbing pulses slow. The teenagers had won but their asses showed the beating they had endured for the victory. More than one whip blow had circled their thin waists to leave a vivid red line around their middles. Better luck next time!

The beginner fillies were hurried off to stand and rest while the next group hastily took off to be readied for the next race. A few grooms exchanged bet money. The next race was going to start soon.

The afternoon passed pleasantly as the fillies alternated in turns at the races. The grooms congratulated the winners and consoled the losers. (Strangely enough in all cases all the available bare skin was caressed, pinched and molested in no way different from a winner to a loser) By dinner time the fillies were very tired and their asses showed how hard they had been raced.

Christine was tit leashed at the end of the Morgan party line and studied with amusement the tailed saucy rumps of her friends, inspecting how their lower backs had numerous red lines clearly wrapped around their bodies. Mary Lou had a few lines that veered sharply upward and they may well have landed on a tender boob.

After dinner the Morgan Party went to another walker session. This time they had their tits ready to be hitched and the grooms made sure they were ball gagged and hooded. In utter silence the girls pranced in circles getting their asses paddled it they dawdled.

Laura was excused early from the walker and followed Mr. Jablonski for a brief interactive foray with her warm mouth. This time she was rewarded with some carrot sticks which she chewed avidly. After receiving food for days straight down her throat, real food was a distinctive treat that she relished it enough to give her groom a bashful smile before she was re-gagged. She was blushing all over when she was added at the end of the Morgan party line and got a farewell goose.

Another wonderful day had passed into history when the tired fillies marched back to their sleeping stalls. Kathy was paused and hitched in front of her stall where she idly swished her tail in silence waiting to be unhooded and otherwise prepped for the night time. Her friends went around to be assembled into their usual bed time quartet. It would not be surprising that they remained hooded and ball gagged as they were right now. After all why spend the extra effort when the girls were already muffled and packaged?

Ashlee could be heard complaining next to her. At least this time Kathy did not have to watch her antics and be embarrassed. Still she wondered what she was going to wear tonight. She did want very much to look more presentable than Ashlee did.

In a few scant moments, Kathy was herself packaged in a neat black peek a boo nightie with matching ring gag. Even her centaur was black with a brilliant white forelock on his forehead. Kathy trembled and flaunted her tits in his face even if there were clamps on them.

For a last moment before the lights turned off she looked over towards her friends. They were lucky to be naked. They did not have to worry about fashion or sexy alluring attire. Just be pretty toys to be fondled, squeezed and spanked at some whimsy or desire. It was nice not to have to worry about decisions and have someone else responsible for a change.

A groom played with Mary Lou agitated tits. She could see her struggling but unable to do more than shrug her shoulders and lift her nimble legs up and down. Her nipples had remained clamped as did Kathy’s. Tonight Mary Lou had a leash to her nipples to the stall walls instead of her bridle bit. This was going to be a harsh learning session for her and all of her friends.

Her kid sister was getting a great though frustrating work out. She was going to have to be married off soon before she had too many wet dreams or got into trouble as Lisa was probably already.

Kathy wished she had been born to money instead of marrying into it. She could have spent her teenaged years getting petted and fondled. Yes, the whip was not too kind but the rewards were spectacular. She was still cum stained on her tits and face from the afternoon work out and would be rewarded with more if she played her ass right.

Yup, as her tits were nibbled and she wagged her ass, this was an interesting life. Simple and uncomplicated. Pity that sooner or later it would end. Life was that way. All things changed. Darkness descended as she laahed out loud. She hoped she did not oversleep tomorrow morning. She wanted to be a good filly and not a good girl. Her ass could use the rest.