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From: Andrew Roller <roller39@IDT.NET>
Subject: Pony Girl part 1 of 1 (NND)
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WHO WROTE THIS?
by holy joe
Recently I was attempting to entertain myself with one of
Roller’s stories. I got up to page 200 and I was still waiting for the
girl to get a spanking (let alone fucked). Then, I found the following
story on a.s.s. It was posted by someone anonymously, who wrote, “The
following story is not written by me... I am simply posting this
story... As such, the author retains all rights to the story...”
I really like this story and I’m hoping to get a complete
copy. Please e-mail it to Roller666@aol.com if you have it and you want
to share it.
PONY GIRL DRESSAGE
BIZARRE
(copyright by whoever wrote it)
The Countess Vedina smiled as she discussed with the stable
lads the first presentation of Annabell to a selected group of friends
from Athens. “She's well trained now, and knows that any lack of
cooperation will mean a long hard gallop with a sting of the whip on her
lovely hindquarters. So I'll bit and bridle her for my friends'
entertainment,” [the Countess said.]
The Countess served a luxurious luncheon to a select party of
rich connoiseurs of human mares and their possibilities, then they all
strolled down to the stables. Annabell knew something out of the
ordinary training was afoot, because she had been groomed and polished
all over til her skin shone, and was standing in her stall, tightly
harnessed and saddled so that the whole upper part of her luscious body
was perfectly bondaged. She could toss her head and play around with
the bit in her mouth, and with pinioned arms her full breasts swung free
and out of her control, while the loins, naked and polished quivered in
anticipation. The long artificial eyelashes rested on her powdered
cheeks, and her lips were painted bright scarlet as they slavered on the
bit. Annabell had resented depilation, the removal of even a trace of
pubic hair so that her soft V was fully exposed below the tight girth
which held in her belly and supported the beautifully leathered saddle
firmly in the small of the back.
The guests waited outside while the Countess picked up the
reins and led the lovely mare out for inspection. Annabell walked
perfectly, well trained and rhythmically, undulating buttocks under the
saddle. Despite her training she felt herself blushing as she came
under the admiring scrutiny of the connoisseurs.
It was humiliating to feel herself examined almost impersonally
in her magnificent nudity, so tightly harnessed that she could not move
above the waist, while the guest gently patted the smooth rump and some
of the ladies appreciatively ran their hands over the thighs and
quivering breasts. "She's too delightful for riding at present,"
explained the Countess, "but, I'm considering various stallions for her,
and after she has foaled I'll consult the vet about milking her."
Annabell's cheeks burned with embarrassment. Well trained a
mare as she was, she still could not accustom herself to being loosed
into the paddock naked to run with two or three lusty stallions. They
were pinioned firmly by the arms and could only chase her around and try
to capture her hindquarters as the stable lads would not permit mating
without the Countess's permission.
The stable lad held her firmly by the bridle while the Countess
put her foot in a stirrup and swung herself easily into the saddle. At
first Annabell found her owner too heavy, but [the] pressure of her
rider's thighs on her waist and the twitch of the reins on the bit, and
the command, "At the trot, Go." [gave her some confidence.]
The Countess held her firmly and the guests admired [the
Countess’s] complete control as she swished the whip across the buttocks
and trotted Annabell off across the paddock. Annabell felt almost
affection for her owner as she responded instantly to the riding aids,
relaxing all willpower and independance, trotting and then cantering
smoothly exactly as the Countess controlled her. She was a magnificent
sight for the guests, the full buttocks undulating, the breasts tossing
as if already milkful, and the bridle jingling as the rider pulled the
reins and put her through every sort of trained manouver of dressage.
RODE THE MARE
The Countess rode the mare up to a post in the paddock and
lightly dismounting, tethered her lightly where she stood proud and yet
docile, as with the Countess's permission one of the lady guests took a
heavy breast and ran her tongue round the nipple. "May I suck her, just
to feel what milking her would be like?"
"Certainly," said the Countess, "they are lovely udders, and
although most of the milking here is done by machine, when Annabell is
ready for milking, I think I will hand milk her myself. I don't much
care for sucking direct from the udder with my mares."
Annabell, helpless in her harness and knowing that she must
stand quite still and docile, tossed her head and whinnied as the only
protest she could make as the lady's lips closed over her nipple and she
felt an intense sucking as if her body was being drained empty. The
lady raised her lips and showed the distended nipple. "It's a lovely
teat," she remarked, putting it back into her mouth eagerly and renewing
the sucking while Annabell's whole body quivered in her harness.
"I'll ask the vet whether it is really necessary to breed from
her in order to milk her," remarked the Countess, "I put the machine
onto a young mare who had had a foal some time before, and after regular
pulsation of the udders, the flow came, and she has milked well since.
That might work with this lovely creature too."
Annabell pawed the ground and swung her buttocks almost wanting
to be ridden again. She had seen the young mare who was kept for the
Countess's milking, and hitherto had had no wish to be in the same
succulent harness, but her excited breasts were quivering after their
sucking, and she almost wished to be brought to milk. She did not
relish the idea of hand milking, it could be painful to have her breasts
squeezed by the Countess to fill the pail, but the lady's sucking of the
nipples gave her the feeling of complete submission that she had been
trained to appreciate.
THE END
Pony Girls Erotica
30
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