The lovely Vicomtesse de Bure, once a grande dame at the court of Louis XIV, and later captured and installed for riding, driving, and possible breeding in the luxurious stables of a wealthy North African Sheik, had managed to subordinate her aristocratic resentments to the extent of becoming a  highly trained mare, fully broken in to the bridle and harness, but she had never quite got over her rage at her submissive position, petted and milked every day by the Sheik's daughter, Shesa, who spent long hours beside the mare in her stable, trying on different types of bridle, or just stroking and fondling her.
 

The Vicomtesse tells her own story
 

I really almost enjoyed a fast spin with Shesa in the driving carriage.  There was a sense of relaxation in my magnificent nakedness, strapped tightly in exquisitely fashioned harness, responding instantly to the  reins with proud head firmly bridle and the bit gripped in my slavering  mouth.  But I particularly resented being driven by the Chevalier de Meon, a mincing little dandy who was staying as the Sheik's guest.

There was frequent talk of breeding from me, but although rich, the Sheik was not going to pay heavy stud fees for the first likely stallion that was presented.  When Shesa oiled me all over and then dusted powder  particularly on my luscious bottom and V, I knew that there was going to be another conference on breeding, and true enough, a smart woman drove up with a fine young Spaniard between the shafts of her carriage.  I  regarded his short thick penis and large testicles with interest, wondering whether it would be decided to make him free of my loins.  The Sheik felt the stallion's legs and thighs, rubbed the belly, and seemed to approve. Meanwhile, the woman was inspecting me with impersonal interest, and I realized that the stallion was rapidly getting a formidable erection as he contemplated my large, firm, milky breasts.  They conferred late, but no plans were made for crossing the two of us, not that day at any rate.

The Chevalier de Meon, meanwhile, had been watching the breeding conference,  and when I was brought up with the carriage for his pleasure in a drive, I had to stand in defiant nudity, bridled, bitted, and helpless between the  shafts, while he took on himself to inspect my whole body carefully, remarking to the Sheik on the size and breadth of my magnificent  hindquarters.  He even felt me between the legs, and I had no alternative but to spread my thighs apart and allow him to fondle my softness.  I have learned not to worry about such fondlings, when carried out in assessment of my breeding possibilities, as regards width of pelvis, etc. but they are intolerable when at the hands of this mincing little idiot.

My only defense against the Chevalier's odious mistreatment of me was complete impersonality, concentrating on my training as a mare and ignoring any hint that he could think of me as a girl.  So when the little fool got up into the carriage, I held my head high and waited perfectly still for my driver to indicate his wish to start.  Much as I resented it, I had been trained to await a sign, then to arch my back and present my round, curving bottom for the first swish of the Chevalier's whip.  I knew what to expect, as I had seen him testing out a number of whips in the  stable.  So, when he clicked his tongue, my bottom responded and the outthrust hindquarters received a warm cut from the whip, and we were off.

He was, I had to admit to myself, a good driver.  He had no need to command "At the trot" or "at the canter", just the right twitch on my mouth through the bit and I knew his wishes and accepted his control.  I was conscious,  as always, of my high stepping beautiful thighs and swing breasts, and  realized the Chevalier was enjoying the sight of my undulating bottom.

He did not lash me indiscriminately, as some incompetent drivers do, but used the whip in rhythm with the swing of my buttocks from right to left, always stinging the correct area of the lower half of the bottom, so that I was soon in a hot glow behind.  My rhythm gave me pride, legs in complete discipline, proud head rising and falling to my bridle, the bit jingling and only cutting into my mouth when necessary to control me. I was strong and trained to the carriage, yet wholly female, a potential breeding mare whose magnificent body sweated in its harness as foam  flecked from the mouth.

An old man was working by the road side, and the Chevalier reined me in, and asked if he was feeling hot.  I stood perfectly still, in accordance with my training, and was conscious of light steam rising from my sweating flanks.

"I am sure you must be thirsty," invited the Chevalier, "why not help  yourself?  I can assure you that mare's milk is just the answer when you are finally thirsty."  For a moment neither I, nor I think the old man, realized that my driver was offering him a drink from my body, and I stiffened in outrage.  I had grown accustomed to being milked gently and considerately by Shesa's skillful hands, but to be sucked by a stranger at the roadside was an utter humiliation.

I was helpless in the shafts, with my arms pinioned up my back, and the Chevalier pulled my head up on the bearing rein, thrusting out my breasts, so that the old man realized with incredulous delight what he was about to  do with that lovely body from which he was offered refreshment. He slavered  eagerly on my nipples and sucked noisily and with surprising pull, so that I felt I was being drained.  I was quivering from head to foot, and could only toss my head and whinny in protest.  The Chevalier lounged laughing in the chariot and gave the old man all the time he needed to enjoy his repast from my body.

When he had finished, my driver turned me and gave a more than usually strong cut across my bottom, to show that he was going to stand no nonsense  on the way back to the stable.  I gave my best performance, as he drove me with expert control, and the whip swished my bottom in perfect time with its swing from side to side, and my prancing legs kept up the perfect rhythm of the well trained mare.
 

Possibility of Mixed Breeding
 

 The Vicomtesse de Bure awoke in her beautifully straw laid stall, and stretched luxuriously.  Her owner would soon come round the stables to  spend a leisurely hour or so in grooming and milking of the pampered  mares.  She felt the weight on her chest of her swelling breasts, which little Shesa delighted to play with, and draw the full basinful every morning.

This morning Shesa paid particular attention to her charge's grooming, making up her eyes with shadow, adding long false eyelashes, and lathering her V and arm pits before shaving to keep her perfectly dipilated.  The Vicomtesse began to realize that she was being brought to her perfection of attraction, and started with anger when she saw the Sheik approaching  across the stable yard with the immaculate dandy, the Chevalier de Meon. So this impertinent man had come again to torment her.  She was determined to remain the complete racing mare, with no thought of their previous  acquaintance at the court of King Louis.

It was humiliating to be kept, tightly harnessed in a light chariot, with a stable lass holding her by the bridle, while the Sheik and the Chevalier chatted as if she was of no importance.

"Certainly, my good Chevalier, you may drive the Vicomtesse over to my friend's stud farm, as he wishes to consider her possibilities in consultation with me.  "I'll come with you on a new Swedish stallion.  You will find the Vicomtesse well trained, but you may have to warm her behind a little to keep her high stepping."

The Chevalier stepped into the chariot casually, still talking to his host, and took up the reins, including the tight underneath rein to which the Vicomtesse so strongly objected.  She stood in correct discipline, feet together, head pulled back by the bearing rein, and much as it infuriated her to have to do so for the indolent Chevalier, she realized he was  waiting for her to arch her back and present her quarters for the initial touch of the whip.  After a tense moment, the lovely mare followed her  training, and the Chevalier smiled in delight, as her quivering body responded and the beautiful bottom was offered for his attention.  He  placed the first flick of the whip perfectly at the bottom of her buttocks, twitched the reins, and with a perfectly trained motion the mare moved  off at a trot.  The bit jingled, the head tossed, and the limbs were in perfect precision, high stepping exactly level.

Then, smiling to himself, the Chevalier pulled steadily on the underneath rein.  The lovely, undulating body had to respond, and the Vicomtesse's thighs drew apart without interrupting her steady gait.  He knew how much she must resent the picture which she now presented to him, hindquarters flared apart, long thighs and legs pounding in response to the control of  the reins on the bit.  The lovely mare knew why she had not been milked that morning.  The Chevalier must have asked to have her left for his refreshment on the drive, and duly he reined in, tethered his mare, and without loosening any of her smart harness, toyed with a breast in  admiration before raising the nipple to his lips and helping himself to a long delicious draft of the creamy milk.

The Sheik rode up beside them, dismounted from the strong young stallion he was riding, tethered him beside the Vicomtesse, and turned to the beautiful mare to join the Chevalier in enjoying her feminine graces.

"A pleasant drink is the more delightful, don't you think Chevalier, when taken from such charming containers."  Fondling a breast, he squeezed gently to produce a sudden squirt, then caught a nipple in his lips and sucked happily.

The Vicomtesse was conscious of the scrutiny of the virile young stallion, who much to the Sheik's amusement had a stiff erection from watching the milking of his lovely companion in the shafts.  His tongue ran round his lips, but the Sheik never allowed his stallions to suck his mares,  however thirsty they might be.

"Generous as is your offer, my dear Chevalier, I am afraid I am not ready  to sell this delicious mare.  She is really the pride of my stable.  Several of my friends want to buy her for breeding, and certainly if serviced by one of the Swedish stallions we could keep the good milking strain in her foals, but Shesa and I are more interested in her as a racer."

"Have you considered cross breeding with an African stallion to bring out  strength in the progeny?"

"That is a possibility, of course.  In fact, I have been considering, if I do decide to breed from her, the possibility of a Negro who was sent along with her by my corsairs."

The Vicomtesse stiffened with rage.  Saloo had been her Negro page boy, docile and adoring of his proud mistress, and the idea of Saloo invading her loins made her shiver with mixed fury and humiliation.  The Sheik continued to chat casually of this outrage.

"He's of virile African stock, and I've noticed the strong legs.  If one crosses two strong legged horses, the foal should make a good racer, or if it is a filly, should milk well, like her dam.  He may be a little  young, but his loins look adequate.  They might do well if crossed.  I'll talk it over with the stable staff, they are experts in assessing the possibilities of breeding."

"The Vicomtesse, stiffly held by her smart harness, champed on her bit in rage.  She had always treated Saloo kindly, but to be mated with him would be intolerable.  She heard the Sheik remark, "I think I'll let them run together in the paddock and see if Saloo takes to her.  Unlike some of the breeding stables, I never believe in forcing a servicing. You get a quicker consummation if you let the stallion make his own  advances, and the submission can of course be helped with the gentle  threat of whipping if there looks like being continued resistance."
 

The Little Princess
 

The lovely Vicomtesse de Bure stretched herself languidly in her stall. She had had fresh straw the previous evening, and her owner had merely tethered  her on a long lead from a jeweled collar with which she had taken to  accoutering her favorite mount.  She shook out her tawny mane, sensing a tightness in her full bosoms as they swung almost from her shoulder blades. The beautiful mare was conscious of the grace of her full rounded hindquarters beneath the slender waist, and remembered the bristled tail, tawny to match her mane, which the Sheik's little daughter had affixed immediately above her bottom, at the base of the curving spine.  It had a small box just at the point of attachment, which the Vicomtesse did not yet understand.

The little princess brought two veiled Arab ladies into the stable to show off her lovely mare, and the Vicomtesse drew herself up and arched her back proudly, flaring out her buttocks and swinging her breasts, with a little  pout.  She still felt a twinge of embarrassment whenever ladies inspected and admired her body, although nakedness while now second nature to her, and she completely ignored the excited gaze of the powerful stallions in  the stable.  If her owner decided to breed from her, one of the stallions would be put to her, and she disdained even to speculate on which she would prefer.  She had however found herself appraising the loins of a huge Negro whom the Sheik himself rode with heavy saddle.

The little princess harnessed her steed into a small light chariot, and it was then that the Vicomtesse realized the purpose of the little box at the base of her tail.  It was a control; the princess suddenly raised her mare's tail, then dropped it and swished it from side to side.

"My pet," she murmured, "when I raise your tail you will understand that  I wish to apply the whip, and you will present your lovely rump accordingly."

The mare tensed herself before the admiring ladies, as her driver swished the tail round her quarters.  Then came the uplifting, and with her tail  high over her back, the graceful mare placed her feet together and stuck her beautiful rounded buttocks out, ready for the whip.  A quick flick. a jiggle of the reins at her bit, and the mare was off at a steady trot, her  tail swishing round her quarters while every now and then her driver raised the tail, and she prepared her place for the quick flick just above the  thighs.

The princess, after grooming her steed, made up her face to its greatest  beauty with long artificial eyelashes, and turned her out naked into a paddock where she drank deeply from a trough.  Seeing the princess coming out with a three legged stool and bowl, she gracefully stooped and spread herself on all fours, offering the full breasts over the bowl for milking.

The mare relaxed after a preliminary patting of the breasts, and the  stallions in the next paddock lined up to enjoy the entrancing scene.  The princess always took a long time over milking her favorite, often helping  herself to the first drink from a nipple previously licked and prepared  for a strong suck.  The stallions were allowed to watch and excite  themselves over the lovely mare, wondering which of them would be chosen to service her in due course.  Only as a special treat were any of them  allowed to drink from a mare's breast, and then only when they were  themselves tightly restrained in a male chastity belt.  The Sheik did not want any mistakes in the breeding plan.

The Sheik was pleased with the stable lasses, who had so perfectly trained  a tall young mare captured with her son the previous year that neither  appeared to have any human inhibitions, and were a perfect pair in a tandem  carriage.  Both had magnificent manes of dark red hair, so the Sheik decided to breed from them to keep this strain in her foals.  At first the youthful stallion was slightly embarrassed when he was loosed naked into a stall  where his shapely mare awaited his attentions, and she felt a little awkward as she watched his penis almost timidly come to erection.  The Sheik did not hurry them, and sound the mare, slavering slightly at the mouth, slipped down onto all fours, and spread her legs suggestively.  The little stallion slipped his arms around her waist from behind, and soon had his penis well inside the mare's vagina.

He took his time, murmuring tenderly to his mate, and fondling the breasts  as he impregnated her.  The mare was pleased to become pregnant, and licked her mates hands. The Sheik decided to breed several red headed foals from them.
 

 Captured and Trained
 

The Sheik always addressed me as "Madame la Vicomtesse de Bure",  ironically reminding me that once I had been a beautiful woman before I was captured and trained as a mare in his stables.  Shesa, his daughter who was now my owner, loosed me for a run in the paddock naked, then haltered me and led me to a stable where the Sheik was inspecting some strange looking equipment.

  "I think I will equip all female stock, and some of the colts too, with this new stilt accouterment," I heard him remark to the chief stable  attendant, "it has the advantage of eliminating any possible use of the arms."  He turned to me, as I stood meekly at my tether.  "You are now going to be made into a real four-legged mare.  You will need training in balance, and I anticipate a very graceful movement once you are taught to canter with your front legs between your hind legs at speed.  The back will be properly presented for the saddle, and only a short rein needed for perfect control."

Half an hour later, when I had been strapped into my stilts, I was wobbling insecurely.  Arms encased in flesh-colored rubber up to the armpits,  where the padded tops of the front stilts rested, with a shaft gripped in my hands underneath the rubber covering, the legs also encased in rubber, and all four ends of the stilts ending in beautiful little hooves with silver horse shoes.  I felt utterly bondaged and helpless.  It was difficult to balance, and delicately I began to step forward on my four hooves.  There followed weeks of training until I was completely accustomed to being a four-legged mare.

  Several other mares had been similarly bondaged into stilts, and we must have been a charming sight when we turned out into the paddock for exercise. We disported ourselves friskily, with tossing buttocks and swinging breasts under our bodies.  My own breasts hung easily with nipples outturned, and milking became a simple operation, although we were not allowed to suck each other.  I was helpless, however, when a strapping mare called Rosemary used to lick me all over underneath.  I had to part my thighs and allow her strong tongue to have full liberty between my legs.  Having no arms, only front legs, I was defenseless.

  In the Sheik's absence one of the stable lads had mischievously loosed a strong young colt, stilted like us, into the paddock and laughed as he began to push himself among the mares with a gradually growing erection.  He chased me around, having chosen me as the most luscious mate, but he had not  reckoned with Rosemary.  She had been offering her huge swinging hindquarters for him to mount, but resented his pursuit of me.  She sidled close beside  him, then quietly slipped her head under his flank.  He stiffened into immobility as he realized he was at her mercy.  Her mouth was round the tip of his penis and she could bite if he put up any resistance.  Rosemary did not hurry.  She wanted to take her time in sucking the juice out of this handsome young stallion who was now at her disposal.  Without relaxing the  grip of her teeth, she settled her head comfortably against the stallion's belly, and prepared to suck his virility at her leisure.  Carefully she drew the length of the stiffening penis between her lips, with the tip at the back of her mouth, but she bit gently, very gently, at its base, to convey the message.  She could bite hard if there was any lack of cooperation.

  The stallion was quivering all over and slavering at the mouth but he had to stand still while Rosemary showed off to the other mares how completely he was at her disposal.  With a scream of exasperation the stallion, stilted and fourfooted, with his virility surrounded by a pair of relentless feminine lips, conceded the mare's conquest, and slowly and very reluctantly spread his thighs to allow his conqueror to adjust her head even more firmly under the belly, and to extract his juices at her leisure.

  The Sheik had returned, and the stable assistant was terrified that he would get into trouble for letting a stallion loose among the four-footed mares.  However the Sheik had other plans, and I found myself tethered and  led into the special stable at the end which was always reserved for  coverage.  I was really afraid now of being mated with some undesirable stallion, but my amazement drew a gasp as I saw, tethered in the stall, a beautiful little male Shetland pony.

  "Madame la Vicomtesse," remarked the sheik, "I am going to cross you with this attractive stud.  Clearly there can be no question of interbreeding,  their virility is so large it could injure a human mare, but this breed has a very long thin penis.  Who knows what your foals by him could be?"

  The little male was really quite lovable, and in different circumstances, I would like to have made a pet of him.  But the Sheik had arranged to make him free use of my loins for breeding and, hardened as I was to my lot as a mare, this prospect was alarming.  There was nothing I could do to protest, and I was soon tethered so tightly that all I could do was watch him circling round me.  Then the stable lads told me to wait until the stud was ready. He took some time, then I felt his rough tongue between my legs.  "Spread your hind legs!" ordered the Sheik and I had to obey, while the rough tongue worked more fiercely and saliva ran down the insides of my thighs and over the lower part of my body.  Then I felt him being helped to mount my hindquarters.  His slobbering had made my quarters so slippery that a stable assistant had to guide the penis into my V.  Then it slipped far in and I  felt myself gripped by the stable hands to keep in position while he took a long time to come to his climax.  I was tensed up, the lower half of my body held so firmly that he could work his will with no movement by me.  I came to an orgasm as his frenzy subsided in a wave of insemination.