Naturally, after nearly 50 years of freedom, Flora was still tempted to flee and as such to ruin her Master.

Elmar therefore not only had to whip her intensely every day, but whenever he was not using her also to secure her hands and feet with cuffs, and collar her neck with a chain.

He felt compelled to insert a ring in her nose, with which to easily calm her by simply turning it a little bit.

The farmer knew that she found the plough somewhat boring, and sometimes she baulked and stopped when the soil was particularly hard. Here usually the whip would help, but sometimes he also had to rub her slit with chili pepper.

And when she was too bored – and Elmar needed water – she was allowed to turn the tread mill of his pit.

Today it was her birthday, and to celebrate it, Elmar had bought her some stockings, a girdle and high heels. She would wear the plough and these wonderful decorations - and he would mount her several times.

Indeed, it was wonderful additional training, and it was simply beautiful to see the sweating workhorse in her outfit. And it was attracting the attention of his wealthy arrogant neighbour, Hans. This man already had twelve ponygirls, of which four were always “in heat”. Hans let paying clients cover them to produce fillies - there were now four preggies and four in milk.

When Hans saw Flora in her sexy birthday gear, he made the farmer an offer he could not refuse. “Wanna ponygirl race?”

Who could resist? But this offer was risky. It was a race in ploughing, Flora against two preggies. If Flora won, Elmar would get a ponygirl in delicious milk for one year. But if she lost, Flora would have to go for one year as a mine horse.

He will take up the challenge, Elmar thought the following day as he was out plowing. Soon he would start her intense training, comprising of clit-ringing for better control, and of even more severe whipping.