A Rough Ride: Pony Girl Training in Latex and Leather (6 page)

'Chin up, Petal. It'll be over before you know it. Besides, I have it on good authority you girls like wearing tight-fitting clothes and fiddling about with vibrators.' He had no idea if she was listening to him. Her eyes were still glazed and, bar the soft swallows of her throat, the girl was as still as a statue. 'Don't give up on me just yet, Pretty Pink. Show these people what you're made of.' He did not want to use the whip to get her to assume the required position for the fitting, which would be on all fours. He figured she'd had enough corporal punishment today, judging by the blazing red stripes which decorated her backside. When the vet cleared his throat, indicating he was ready to begin, Mark knew he had only a few precious seconds to play with.

'I can't wait to finally fuck that delightfully pretty mouth of yours, Petal.' It was no word of a lie. His cock strained against Armani's finest tailoring in its eagerness to complete the task. 'You have no idea how much I look forward to training that body of yours to please mine to my eminent satisfaction. It will be quite a job, but I suspect you'll be dribbling at my feet and awaiting the chance to complete my every command to the best of your ability within a reasonably short period of time. I'm the best there is, sweetheart.'

His pep talk had the required effect. With a concentrated effort Jenny pushed herself up to an all fours position before unleashing the fury contained within her eyes and venting it upon her antagonist. Her inner demon was awake and roaring. Immediately trying to get to her feet she was thwarted, both by her body and her boots. Her body was too weak to stand and her stiff leather boots were not supple enough for her to accomplish the act without help. Mark watched her uncoordinated movements and knew exactly what she was trying to do. The problem was easily solved. Placing the sole of his shoe in the small of her back, he applied enough pressure to make sure she kept her current stance. Although the chit grunted in protest, at least she didn't try to speak. Miss Redcliff appeared to have learnt something from her short stay at Albrecht.

'We'll need to remove the cuffs, corset and boots first; they can be refastened over the suit when we're finished,' said the vet.

Mark nodded in understanding and got to work unthreading the laces of her boots. Before long he had managed to open them up enough that it only took one strong pull on each leg to remove them. He then pulled a Swiss army knife from his pocket and began to saw through the white cords that held her corset secure. When the last of the two ropes had been severed the corset almost sprang off Jenny's back, which indicated that the strain it had been under was great. The fact that his pony was now taking deep, gulping breaths also confirmed this. The cuffs were the easiest thing to tackle and with a couple of twists from the key he was helpfully provided with, her hands were free.

Picking up the rubber suit he had been carefully adjusting, the vet came to stand behind Jenny. 'I'm going to need help getting her into this,' he said, and laying the item of clothing on the floor behind her, he grappled with the left leg while Mark had some fun with the right. Stretching the black material as wide as it would go in their strong fingers, they slowly slid the elastic fabric along her calves and up to her knees. He continued with his explanation. 'The suit encompasses two generous plugs, both of which will pulse, vibrate and elongate at random intervals. It also features a clitoral stimulator and massager, which will tease our little pony to the brink of orgasm again and again over her forty-eight hour period of confinement, tormenting her to exacting standards. She will not be allowed to orgasm. The tiny wires that run around the latex suit will measure her heart rate, breathing rate, temperature, the contractions of both her vagina and anus, and the engorgement level of her labia. When combined these indicators give a very accurate idea of impending orgasm and the suit will shut off all stimulation for at least two minutes, allowing the subject to adequately calm down before its insidious torment may begin again.'

Jenny watched as the vet lubricated the plugs which rested on the seat of the latex, currently beneath her legs, and tested the mechanisms. A faint whirring sound could be heard as they began to hum and shudder, and before long they began to grow in size, both in length and width. They were constructed in flexible black plastic and looked like they could do internal damage. She trembled and tried not to watch as he tweaked the dildos this way and that, watching them inflate and deflate on cue. They would be inside her soon, but strangely enough, the thought was not abhorrent. Her pussy was already clenching in its eagerness to receive them. As the two men pulled the suit up around her thighs one of the plugs gave the merest tickle upon her sex and she moaned with fervent need. Directing her hips downward in order to try and rub herself against one of the dildos, she was immediately thwarted in her attempts by a swift slap from the vet who quickly aligned both of the sculpted black shafts with the correct penetrable holes. She purred. Embarrassingly, when he pushed them forward they began to slide smoothly into place, both of her entrances having been already lubricated by the previous skilled antics of Domingo and Armand.

Mark stroked the strands of Jenny's fine ebony hair and watched the vet's progress with interest. He wasn't going to have a battle on his hands with the fitting, surprisingly enough. He had expected Miss Redcliff to claw, kick and scream the place down, but no, here she was mewling like a kitten. He watched her eyes flutter closed as her neck tried to arch back in pleasure, though the movement was hampered by the thick white collar she wore. He gave her backside a small tap with the crop. It was enough to have her eyes springing open and they quickly darted up to his to display their venom. 'You know better. Keep those eyes open. Everyone wants to see how much you're enjoying the Albrecht experience.' Scowling at him she could do nothing to curtail her immediate reaction, and as her eyes widened searing heat flooded her cheeks. 'That's exactly it,' Mark winked at her, and smiled when her lips compressed in anger.

The vet, meanwhile, had finally encountered resistance with the last inch of both insertables. In order to combat the pony-girl's tight anal walls he began to pump them inside her with a slow and gentle rhythm. Taking a small tube out of his pocket he applied a little more lubrication on the anal plug for good measure.

Jenny was torn between a desire to suck the dildos inside her or try to fight her base instincts and rebel. As her eyes flickered upward to look dubiously in those of Mark's, she already knew what a futile endeavour resistance would be. The man in front of her was a cold-blooded as a snake and his eyes were already drifting away from her. She meant nothing to him. She was a number, one face in a stable full of beautiful female forms or an object that needed to be honed to perfection. That was all. She couldn't, wouldn't endure life like that with him, even if it was only a few more hours until her rescuers would finally manage to locate her. It would be intolerable. Pretty Boy she could handle. With Mark, she would be lost and she had a feeling that she might never find herself again. Snapping back to the present she grunted as the plugs finally slotted home inside her. Her clit was then manipulated carefully between the vet's fingers and inserted between two soft rubber 'ears' that held it firmly in place. Then the tugging began in earnest...

The latex rippled across her body. It devoured inch by slow inch of pale, smooth flesh into its hungry jaws until there was only a sea of black rubber to seen. The material felt tight and suffocating but Jenny was so exhausted by the day's activities that she didn't have an ounce of fight left in her to halt its progress. As her limbs were worked this way and that to accommodate the slick fabric her head reeled. Where was her escape ticket? Had she really been abandoned to this life of sexual servitude? It was certainly starting to feel like it. It was entirely possible that unless she managed to engineer a way out herself, she would remain a pony-girl at Albrecht until such time as someone chose to purchase her. But what if there were no buyers? Would she remain here forever? Mark's previous offer now seemed a whole lot more palatable than life as a dumb animal, trussed up tight and paraded daily around a paddock. She'd rather be a personal sex-slave than endure life with the mud, slop and straw.

The suit began to take hold of her body and its tight confinement was both frightening and exciting. Her thoughts were mush inside her head. One moment she was certain rescue would come, in the next she was convinced it wouldn't. She knew her relationship with her father wasn't good, but she didn't think he hated her enough to arrange to have her kidnapped! Was this all a mistake? It seemed to have been engineered very shrewdly, right from the beginning when she first entered the Pony Rides hotel. That in itself didn't mean her father was responsible; it could have been any one of a number of people - but did anyone really hate her enough to do this to her? It was a crazy thought and no definite answer was forthcoming. Yes, she had been a tease to men but she had also given them what they wanted. She wasn't aware of any of her previous boyfriends holding a grudge of this kind of magnitude against her.

The rubber crept up towards her clamped breasts. Mark lightly tugged on the chain which still connected them and smiled when he heard her gasp.

'You had better remove those,' said the vet. 'Her suit has specially formulated plastic cups which will knead and manipulate her breasts. It also features its own pair of nipple clamps, angled within the cups, which will tighten and release at regular intervals to torment its victim. Some of our ponies find nipple torment one of the easiest ways to achieve orgasm. We'll be watching Petal closely to see if she is one of them.'

Mark did as he was bid and slowly released each of the pretty, filigree clamps that she wore. He admired her face as a delicious look of anguish began to take form. The blood would slowly flow back into those tortured teats and they would throb rather nastily for the next few minutes, he suspected. She wouldn't suffer for too long. They would be replaced by her new ones very shortly.

Jenny felt her boobs being almost sucked into her brand new outfit and when the rubberised plastic moulded to her cleavage in a horribly stiff and unyielding matter, she cried out. It was more from shock than real pain, though. Her whole body was being condensed into this skin-tight bodysuit and her heart rate and breathing were already erratic in panic.

'Now for a little nip. Brace yourself.' The vet simply pinched the tips of two rubber domes in front of him, causing Jenny's compacted breasts to move forward, before he released the twin clamps. The pony in front of him hissed and her eyes watered as two wide pincers bore down upon her tender teats, but the threat of the crop being dangled in front of her eyes made sure she remained motionless.

'Since when do you get to have all the fun?' Kyle had re-entered the room and was looking none too pleased upon having discovered he had missed half of the action. He glared darkly at Mark, who blithely ignored him and continued with his efforts of squeezing the trainee's arms into the corresponding holes of her suit.

Jenny gave a few token squirms and wriggles under the hands of her tormentors, but with a good push and a few hard pulls she was immersed up to her neck. Mark drew the long zipper upwards, from just above the small of her back until it was fastened snugly at her neck. Taking pains not to catch the delicate skin of her throat, he tucked the ends into her thick white collar. Jenny decided then and there that she would never understand the inner workings of his mind. One minute he'd lash at her with a crop and in the next he was as gentle as a new-born lamb. What was with the man?

'How does that feel? Not too tight?'

It was horribly tight, but the vet wasn't really interested in an answer. He pulled her legs and arms this way and that, to make sure she had just about enough room to move, and then squeezed two fingers upon her wrist to feel for her pulse. 'Not too agitated. That's good.'

How wrong could he be? She was disturbed all right. Her suit already felt tacky and sticky. She had no idea how she would be able to spend two days in the thing. It would be hotter than hell. She could feel the minute metal threads that ran up and down the length of it and wondered what they were for. Whatever it was, she suspected she wouldn't like it. What with the new longer style plugs trapped inside her and the tubes and wires, she was beginning to feel like a robot who just needed a power source. An orgasmic power source, as her body already pulsed and contracted around them, seeking fulfilment. Tired as she was, her body was ridiculously greedy for release and it would have to wait two long days before the privilege might be granted. Still, it wasn't that long in the grand scheme of things, was it? It would be over before she knew it.

'You may gag her now.' Jenny looked up as the vet indicated a ball-gag on his table which looked very familiar. Kyle was the nearest and practically ran to the table, fingers clamping swiftly around his prize, even though Mark had made no move for it.

When he returned he grabbed her face in one hand and yanked her chin up. 'Do you find me attractive, Petal?' When the girl foolishly tried to shake her head he nodded it for her with a heavy hand. 'Everyone finds me attractive. That's why you picked me, isn't it?' Jenny didn't bother trying to shake her head this time, as she had no desire to feel her teeth rattle inside her head. 'I'm good at what I do, Petal. We'll make an awesome team. We might even get you that black collar in under a year, if we put our minds to it.' He flashed his brilliant white smile, which had been enhanced with a considerable amount of dentistry, and turned his face around to wink at Mark. 'Bet you wished the girls loved you, huh?'

Mark blinked slowly and decided he might grace Kyle with a modicum of his attention. 'No,' he sighed, 'I go to a considerable amount of trouble to make sure they do not love me. It saves whining and whinging later, I find.' There was a snicker of amusement from the gathered spectators.