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SARA
By Charles E. Campbell
CHAPTER 4
PLEASING ALICIA
Tommy showed me a mat on the floor in the kitchen where I was to sleep. A dish of water sat next to the mat. He attached a pair of very stout chains to the clasps in my breasts, and locked the chains to an eye-bolt that was in the floor. I fell right to sleep almost the instant I lay down on the mat. Neither the dirty cracked linoleum floor nor the odd sounds from the woods kept me awake.
When I finally started to awaken from my deep sleep, I gradually became aware of the dull aches and pains that marked various parts of my body. My nose hurt the most, a dull ache radiating from the bridge, across under my eyes, and up into my temples. My legs and ribs where I had been kicked were discolored into blues and yellows. My dry split lip stung as I ran my tongue over it, feeling the swelling surrounding the cut.
Clint was the first one to join me. "How'd ya sleep, cunt?"
"Better than I expected, Sir, thank You."
"I'm glad yer rested up, cuz we got a busy one today. Gotta give that horse a coupla more shots at the mare, the stables gotta get cleaned out, an' the boys all had such a great time lest night, they're all coming back fer more this evenin'. Might even bring a few more guys with 'um jest so's you don't get too bored with it.
"How's yer nose?"
"It's really sore."
"I guess it was Jerry that busted it for ya. It'll feel a bit better in a few days I guess. Tommy set it for ya after ya passed out last night, so it should be pretty good. Looks straight ta me, anyway. The black and blues under yer eyes fade in a while as it heals."
Clint took a key out of his pocket and unlocked the locks the held the chains to my breasts.
"If ya gotta pee or shit, ya kin go out in the woods an' take care of it. Then come on back and we'll gitcha somethin' ta eat. I wanna git that horse hot ta trot early so's he'll go a few shots on the mare taday."
Slowly, I pushed myself up from the floor, the stiffness in my body dictating my speed and movement. I went a little ways into the woods looking for a "suitable" place to relieve myself, and began to feel a bit better as the motion from walking was loosening up my aches and pains. When I was done, I made my way back to the kitchen and was surprised to see that the two men were in the kitchen. Clint was sitting at the table and Tommy stood at the stove cooking.I noticed immediately that a third place had been set. "Have a seat, Missy," Tommy offered, pointing to the vacant chair. Tentatively, I sat down, as Tommy continued, Juice? Coffee? Eggs? What wouldja like?"
I was famished, so I asked for eggs, while Clint poured my juice and coffee. I was immediately leery at their unexpected kindnesses, but savored it and the meal nonetheless.
"We're gonna try an' git that horse in the mood again, cunt," Clint announced matter- of- factly, in between mouthfuls of eggs and toast. "Pretty much that's all we'll be doin' taday. In between that, I wancha ta muck the stables and make sure the water in the troughs gits dumped and filled up fresh. Think ya kin handle that?"
I was eating with such zeal that he caught me mid-forkful, and I had to move the food around in my mouth to even attempt a timely, "Certainly, Clint. Whatever you wish."
"See," Tommy interjected abruptly, "I toldja she was startin' ta come around. Yer sis is gonna be real happy with her. Real happy."
"Tomorrow night'll tell, Tommy. Tomorrow night. We'll see what she's made of then."
A cold shiver ran down my back, and goose bumps broke out all over me at the tone in Clint's voice as he so casually made the threat. I knew better than to ask what they were talking about, and had another momentary flash, as I realized that not too long ago, I would have butted in and asked what they were talking about. Maybe Tommy was right. Maybe I was really starting to become that which Sir Campbell wanted me to be.
After I cleaned up the kitchen, I spent the day pretty much as Clint had described, either on my knees getting his horse in the mood, cleaning the stables and corral, or being fucked by the two men. Never in all my life had I ever experienced men who could get it up so many times in one day. I was getting sore from their repeated and prolonged poundings.
They allowed me to sit with them in the living room watching television when dinner was cleared away. I wasn't aware of how bushed I was, and must have fallen asleep, because I woke as Tommy was hefting me into his arms. Startled, I looked around trying to get my bearings, but he just said, "I'm takin' ya ta bed, missy. Ya look beat. Yer gonna need yer sleep fer tamarra, so tonight you'll be sleepin' in the back bedroom. I'll come an' getcha in the mornin'"
I was so out of it, that I mumbled a muted response, and drifted back to sleep in his arms. I don't even remember being laid to bed, but when I woke, I was snuggled up in a fresh clean bed, and it was late in the morning.
I didn't get out of bed right away. The fresh clean smell of the sheets, combined with the sunlight spilling through the window made me want to relish the warm cozy moment. When I finally did get up, I made the bed and wandered into the bathroom to pee. When I came out, Clint and Tommy were nowhere to be seen, but I found a note addressed to me on the kitchen table, which read: "Help yourself to some food. We'll be back around 4:00. Dust and vacuum the house, change all the sheets, and do the laundry." It was signed, Tommy.
I made some toast and coffee, and started with my appointed tasks. The house wasn't large, so the dusting and vacuuming took about thirty minutes. By three, I was finished, and went out to sit in the sun and enjoy the afternoon. I fell into a deep sleep, basking in the hot afternoon sun, and awoke to the sound of trucks coming up the drive. Standing up, I saw Clint and Tommy in the first one, and then recognized the second one as Alicia's black Dakota. Both trucks pulled to a stop by the corral. Meredith, Becky and Craig sprang from the bed of the Dodge, naked. Alicia got out and closed the door behind her. Clint and Tommy waited while she walked over to them, then the three of them walked over to where I stood, waiting.
"Hello, cunt," Alicia greeted me. "Clint says you're much improved now, and for your sake, I hope so. Tonight will be a sort of test for you. If you pass, you will return with me to my house for the rest of your training. If you fail, then I'll be calling Sir Campbell to see how He wants you disposed of. The outcome is entirely up to you. Now, go with my kids, they'll get you ready."
"Thank You, Alicia. I won't let You down."
"We'll see about that."
Becky, Craig, and Meredith were in the living room watching the tv when I found them. The room was ablaze in light, with all of the table and floor lamps on and the overhead track lighting turned up high. "Meredith saw me first and said, "I can't wait to see how you do, sara. Mama said she'll let be get my breasts pierced just like yours if everything goes right tonight."
"She said she'd think about it, Meredith," Becky corrected her, not taking her eyes from the program. "She wants you older before you have that done."
"She'll let me, Becky. I know she will. Especially if sara does what she's supposed to!"
"Would you two shut up? I can't hear," Craig yelled!
They both lowered their voices, but kept the argument going until I asked, "What's going to happen tonight?"
"We can't tell you," Becky said, looking me straight in the face, "but I will tell you that you're gonna get tested like you've never dreamed you could be."
Nothing further was said, as we all sat in silence watching the old movie that was on. Meredith moved over closer to me and, without a word, began a close scrutiny of my breast bars, gently lifting them, lightly tugging on them, and feeling the holes where the rods pierced the skin with her fingers. She took a firm grasp on the "U" clasp and lifted it, toying with it's weight and testing how freely it loved on the rod. Then, ever so timidly, she began licking and sucking on my nipple and pulling the clasp straight out from my chest, stretching the skin taut, then releasing the pressure, and pulling again. She settled into a rhythmic pattern of tugging and releasing, tugging and releasing, and all the while increasing the pressure as she sucked the nipple, making it harder and more tender, occasionally nipping it with her front teeth. I began to moan softly, which drew Becky's attention from the tube. She watched her younger sister for a few minutes, and then got down between my legs and began licking my pussy tenderly, sucking my clit between her lips, and lightly making contact with her teeth. I was moaning louder now. Craig glanced over, disturbed by the noise I was making, and decided to get involved as well. He stood up, and straddled my head, dangling his flaccid penis in my face. Needing no instructions from him, I sucked it deep into my mouth, toying the tip with my tongue, and reveling in the power I held as he grew harder and longer in my mouth. He huge ball sack drooped across my eyes and nose. Becky reached up and began diddling her sister's clit with one hand, while she pushed two fingers into my ass with the other. Meredith's response to her sister was to begin biting me much harder. Not little love bites, but forceful bites with as many teeth as she could get on my breast. My moans form pleasure changed to cries of pain. Becky stopped licking me and began slapping me on my pussy with the back of her hand, her long finger nails stinging my clit with each blow, while Craig squatted lower onto my face, driving his now steel hard cock straight down my throat, and leaving it imbedded there. Becky was now using her entire hand in my ass, fisting me deeper and deeper with each push. The pressure was incredible, but I was determined to accept her whole hand, as deep as she wanted to probe me.
Meredith switched to my other breast and didn't take the time to "warm me up."he commenced to gnawing on me right away, tearing the soft flesh with each bite. Craig was pounding his cock down my throat and pulling it completely out between thrusts. I was gagging as he went deeper down my throat, but I fought against the reflex to vomit, and greedily sucked him harder. Meredith slid her hand down my belly and fisted my cunt, just as Becky's hand broke in past the stretched sphincter. Both hands were fucking my ass and cunt savagely, and my breast was being cut and punctured by Meredith's teeth.
Meredith came first, with me a close second. Craig came before the waves of my orgasm had a chance to ebb, and he shot his cum into my eyes. "Smile, cunt. You're on Candid Camera," Craig laughed.
Through the cum coating my eyelids, I could make out the hazy image of Clint, with a video camera. He had been recording the entire escapade with the three kids and me! Panic rose in my stomach, as I had never been filmed before! "Just some insurance fer my sister, bitch. In case ya wanna try 'n do somethin' stupid!"
Meredith grabbed my hand, and said, "Don't listen to him, cunt. He's taken hours of tapes of me. No big deal. Now c'mon. We need to get you ready." And saying that, she lead me out of the living room and upstairs to the bathroom.
"You should pee now, sara. I'll draw your bath."
Meredith gave me a wonderfully relaxing bath, with a lightly scented bath oil, washing me gently from head to foot. She shampooed my hair twice, with a through rinsing each time. Then, she patted me dry with a soft towel. Then she brought me to stand in front of a full length mirror that was on the back of a bedroom closet door. As I stood still, she combed out my hair, perfumed my armpits, between my breasts, my lower belly, and in the small of my back. Then she applied a garish heavy eye make-up to my eyelids, with a heavy black mascara. She used a thick eyeliner to outline my eyes, and topped it off with a rich red lipstick, three coats. I looked like a cheap Ninth Ave. whore.
When she was satisfied with my looks, she took me by the hand and lead me down the stairs and out the back door. We walked down a gentle hill to a small shack that I hadn't noticed before. "This is our tack shack," she offered, breaking the silence. "My uncle keeps all of our pony gear in here. Becky'll be joining us soon, but I need some extra time to get you set up."
She unlatched the heavy oaken door and it swung open quietly, revealing a small space, maybe eight by twelve. Inside, hanging from hooks and nails on the walls and rafters, were all sorts of human equine equipment: reins, bridles, harnesses, belles, brightly colored feathers and plumes, butt plugs with real horse hair tails, elaborate knee high boots, with thick platform soles and long stiletto heels, and even some small modified saddles. There was so much equipment, in fact, that I couldn't take it all in.
"Stand over here," she pointed. "I'll see what will work best for you."
Meredith removed a stout leather corset from a hanger and tried it around my waist. "Too high," she proclaimed. "They'll want your breast bars free." She placed the corset back on it's hanger with care, and selected another. "This looks more to your size."
She placed the corset around me and began lacing it up from the back. It was beautiful! A soft dark red leather, with lots of chrome plated rings and hooks. It descended down to just above my mound and ran up to the bottom of my rib cage. Meredith got it all hooked up and then began the tedious task of cinching it tight, compressing my waist to a fraction of it's normal twenty-three inches. It forced me to stand quite erect, and the constriction of my waist made my breasts all the more prominent.
When she was done, she tied the laces off and took a single leather glove, in a matching color, from the same hanger. "Hands behind your back, cunt!"
I did as she said, and felt the cool smooth leather glide up over my hands and wrists, pulling my arms close together at the elbows. The pressure in my shoulders was building as she got it up over my elbows, further pushing my breasts out.
Meredith gave two quick tugs on the glove, making sure it was going no higher on my arms, then she laced the glove closed, further binding my arms together.
"Sit," she said, indicating a small bench by the wall.
I walked over to the bench and sat down, watching her as she looked for a pair of boots to fit my feet.
"About an 8 maybe?"
"Pretty close, Meredith. I'm an 8 ½."
"Well, we'll have to make do with a 7 ½, cuz the next size I have is a 9 ½ and that'd be too big.
She knelt before me, and I caught her glance at my sex, as she started to pull one of the boots on my right foot. The fit was snug, to say the least, and Meredith had to struggle to get it on. The tight boot pinched my toes inside, and I knew this wasn't going to be the least bit comfortable once I stood up and tried to walk.
The soles were about six inches thick, and the stiletto heels were much longer than that, forcing my foot into a distorted extension, pointing straight down. Meredith laced it on, then she repeated the task with my left foot. "Stand up," she saying, sitting back to watch.
Awkwardly I stood, trying to balance on the high boots without the aid of my hands and arms. Carefully and steadily I rose, until I stood up. The first thing I noticed was how tall the boots made me, and the second thing was how much my feet hurt, crushed in the small boots.
"I like that. It shows off your thighs. Time for your bit and bridle."
She found a harness that she secured firmly around my head. It was fashioned of the same color leather as my corset and glove. The harness had blinders on the sides, making peripheral vision impossible. "Open up," she said, sliding a cold steel bit in between my teeth. I bit down on the cold chrome as Meredith buckled the cinches, holding the bridle tight in my mouth, and drawing my cheeks back in a sardonic smile. She lifted the reins over my head, and stepping behind me, she gave a sharp snap to the reins, jerking my head back with a start.
"Almost done," she commented cheerily. I felt a finger probing my back passage. Then she pushed a dry butt plug in, with a slow steady pressure until it seated itself deeply in my ass. It was then that I felt the light tickle of the long horse hair that cascaded down my thighs and past my boots. She then selected a shiny silver bell, which she attached to the clasp in my septum, and to top it all off, she produced a feathery plume in bright violet, which she affixed to the top of the harness.
"All done. Give me a minute to get dressed, and then we'll go out to the corral for the races.
Drool was beginning to leak over my lip, and I was helpless to prevent it. I watched as Meredith dressed herself like I was, except that her outfit was a bright crimson red leather. While she was preparing herself, Becky and Craig joined us in the tack shed. "Could you help with my glove, Craig," Meredith asked?
"That's what I came out here for, Meredith. To do you and Becky.
"She looks good, Meredith. Nice job," he commented eyeing me.
Meredith tried to mumble her thanks, but she had already begun to cinch up her bridle and her words were garbled.
Becky dressed herself just like Meredith and I, but her leathers were a light tan buckskin. Craig put the single gloves on both of his sisters, then, taking the three sets of reins, he lead us all out of the shed and into the early evening air.
I felt my nipples stiffen in the cool and. A stiff breeze was whipping the tress and kicking up dust in the corral. One by one, Craig checked the fittings on each of our outfits, making minor adjustments to the belts and cinches as he went. Then, when he was completely satisfied with his work, he took our reins and lead us up the gentle slope to the corral. I was amazed to see about thirty people milling about, both men and women, engaged in conversations. Someone noticed our approach, and all eyes turned in our direction.
Craig brought us to the fence and hitched each of us to it. The people began walking over to us, and started inspecting us. Soft hands felt my thighs and buttocks. Another pair of hands grasped the "U" clasps that hung from my breast bar and gave them a strong pull. A hard slap to my ass caused me to jump. "She's a bit skittish," someone commented.
I turned my head as far as I could to see that both Becky, to my right, and Meredith, to my left, were receiving the same scrutiny.
"If I may have your attention, please?" It was Clint standing in the center of the corral. "Thank you.
"First, and foremost, my sister Alicia and I would like to thank all of you for coming here tonight. These events are so much better when a lot of people show up. It looks like tonight's race will be a good one for you all. For all of you first-timers here, Becky is in the tan buckskin and she is the odds on favorite tonight at two to one odds. Meredith is in bright red and she has been rated at five to one. The new filly, Sara, is in the dark red, and she is rated at twelve to one odds. This being her first race and all, she was hard to come up with odds.
"Tommy will be accepting your bets for the next ten to fifteen minutes or so, if you've all had a chance to examine the ponies. The race will be around the corral, across the field and back, twice, for a total distance of one mile. I'm sure most of you are familiar with our jockeys, as they are each held in the very highest of regard on the east coast. Ginger Harris will take Becky, as usual. Robin Bell will have Meredith this time out, and Rachel Gomez will take Sara through her paces.
"Any questions?"
A woman who had been lightly petting my breasts raised her hand and asked, "What background information do you have on Sara, Clint?"
"She's owned by a friend of Alicia's, Bonnie. A Sir Campbell from Manhattan. She's thirty years old and has borne no children. She wears a good deal of steel, as you can plainly see. Her tolerance for pain is exceptionally high, while her desire to please is still developing, and is quite a bit lacking. She has never pulled the sulky before, so we have no way to measure her endurance. Whether she'd be a good bet would be up to your eye.
"Any other questions?"
A man across the corral from us asked, "May we walk the course to get a feel for it?"
"Of course, please be my guest. You'll find that it's marked with low flags out to the far pole, which you can see from here.
"If that's all the questions, then please place your bets while Craig and I hitch the ponies up to the sulkies."
The people wandered away from us and went over to Tommy with their various wagers. Craig undid the reins on Becky and Clint took Meredith. I wasn't able to turn my head around to see where they were going, so I just had to bide my time and wait. A few minutes later, Craig returned for me. He lead me over to where Becky and Meredith stood, hitched to their sulies. The long thin poles that ran from the cart to the ponies came on either side of the girls, and was clipped to their harnesses with metal clips. Bells had been attached to their nipples with clamps, and their jockeys were talking to them softly, caressing them, and encouraging them to give all they could.
As Craig was fastening the sulky to my harness, my jockey came and stood before me. She grabbed the side of my bridle and yanked my head up so that I was looking her straight in the face. A long stream of drool spilt out of my mouth.
"I'm Rachel Gomez, cunt, and I expect to win tonight. I hate to lose. Am I clear?"
I nodded my head by way of reply.
"It is My job to pace you through the course. I want you to keep your strides long and even. I will guide you with the reins in the direction you need to run. Don't even bother trying to watch where you're going. If I see you look down at the ground, you'll feel my whip. When I want you to run faster, you'll feel my whip. I like to place the whip between the shoulders or on the flanks. I have a nice little fish hook tied to the end of my whip as an added incentive for you. I'm sure it will get my thoughts across to you quickly."
Craig had me hooked up to the sulky and I felt the poles pull up on my harness as Rachel got into her seat. Craig handed the reins to her. He then pulled me my the bridle to my left, so that we were in line with Meredith and Becky. "Lift your legs high for the parade," Craig ordered. "Pony girls must prance proudly around the audience."
Then, with Becky in the lead, we were escorted once around the corral for everyone's pleasure, and up to the staring line. Clint was leading Becky by her bridle, Craig lead Meredith, and Alicia lead me. It was a sort of parade, I guess. As we passed by the different pockets of spectators, we were greeted by smatterings of applause; some discreet and polite, and some loud and exuberant Alicia kept leaning over to my ear and coaxing me, "Lift those legs higher. Higher! Prance for me! Thighs parallel with the ground! Point your toes! Snap them up, quicker! See how Meredith is doing it?"
I would nod my head as best as I could in answer, but Rachel held my reins back with a firm grip that forced my head straight up, the drool now falling down my chin to my breasts. I could feel the liquid cool in the evening chill.
When finally the procession stopped, we were at the starting line. They had marched the three of us up alongside each other, with Becky in the middle, Meredith to her left, and me to the right. Clint stood a few feet in front of us, and announced loudly, "The race is about to begin. One mile in length. Around the corral, out to the pole and back, twice, ending here at the starting line. Betting is now closed. Good luck to you all!
"Jockeys, are you ready?"
I heard to response to the question. Also, I could no longer see the other two ponies , as my pulled back head and blinders only allowed me to see straight out in front of me. I heard Clint chant, "On your mark,........get set,...................GO!"
As soon as he had yelled go, I felt the bite of Rachel's whip tearing into my right thigh, and I jumped out with a start, jerking the sulky into motion. Meredith pulled in front of me right away, but I had no idea where Becky was. The boots made my gait very awkward, but I tried to remember Rachel's admonition about keeping a long stride, so I concentrated on settling into as long a gait as the boots would allow.
The weight of the sulky and rider was obvious from the instant I started to run, and with my arms bound behind me, I had to lean quite far forward to try and balance the load.
By the time we had rounded the corral, Meredith was a good ten feet in front of me, but I still had no idea where Becky was. My legs were starting to burn from the exertion of running and pulling the cart. The drool was now coming out of the sides of my mouth, and running back across my cheeks. I was breathing deeply already, but still I was trying to focus on my stride. I hadn't felt the sting of the whip since we started. Quick jerks on the reins would move my head in whatever direction Rachel wanted me to go, and I would pull in accord.
Meredith rounded the pole before me, and Rachel tore the reins to the left. I hugged the pole as closely as I could as we made the first turn and started back to the corral. Meredith had now increased her lead to about twenty feet. I caught sight of Becky after I had completed the turn. She was about thirty feet from the making the pole, and she was hobbling with a pronounced limp.
The rough uneven ground made the cart buck and bounce, pushing up and down on my harness. My calves were aching and my thighs were now on fire. I strained to keep the stride long, and watching hopelessly as Meredith increased her lead over me.
The crowd was cheering as we neared the corral. Everyone was up on their feet and shouting for their pony. It was then that I felt the tiny hook at the end of the whip as it caught me squarely between the shoulders twice in quick succession started to run harder as we reached the corral.
As I made the turn around the corral, Meredith had lost some of her lead on me. Another snap of the whip to my thigh spurred me to give more. As we headed back out to the pole for the final lap, we passed Becky, who was walking slowly back, with a broken expression on her face. I couldn't figure what had happened to her, but Rachel's whip made it painfully obvious that it was no concern of mine.
Meredith seemed to be tiring rapidly now as we reached the far pole for the last time. I caught up to about ten feet behind her at the turn. I saw the sweat streaming from her chest and ashen face as she made the final turn. As I came out of the turn and headed into the straightaway, the whop began to fall in a steady rhythmic staccato on my back. I pulled with all the strength I had remaining, in a vain attempt to outrun it's wicked barb.
With each and every stride I could see that I was gaining on the rapidly tiring Meredith. Her jockey was flailing away on her with a vicious fury, while Rachel kept her steady tempo on my back with her barbed whip. Each lash tore my back open a little more, the pain was numbing.
About twenty-five yards from the finish, I pulled alongside Meredith and her jockey. Rachel kept my reins pulled taut so I couldn't see Meredith any longer. She put more effort into my whipping. My lungs, legs and back were ablaze now in fiery pain. The spectators were all up on their feet cheering as wildly and loudly as they possibly could. I picked out Alicia in the crowd, standing stoically, without emoticon, and for a split second, I thought I caught a glimpse of my Master, Sir Campbell standing next to her, but it was only for the briefest of instants, and I wasn't sure. Tommy and Clint were yelling at the top of their voices, cheering me to victory. With a last hard lunge, I crossed the finish line, and the whipping immediately ceased.
Rachel reined me in to a slow walk, as we took, what I didn't know at the time was, a victory lap once around the corral. I passed by Becky sitting on a bench, Craig was untying her boots and tending to her leg. Meredith, meanwhile, was by the side of the fence vomiting violently from the strain and exertion.
When we once again reached the finish line, the crowd had all gathered around us, making further motion impossible. They were all congratulating Rachel on her victory. I was breathing heavily and dripping sweat, even in the cold night air. I could feel the blood on my ravaged back, and drool was pouring over my bit from my mouth as I gasped for the refreshing, cool, air. Alicia walked over and handed a trophy to Rachel as they all applauded her efforts. Then, she took a horseshoe of roses and placed it around my neck, paying absolutely no heed to the thorns cutting into my neck and shoulders.
I felt the sulky shift as Rachel climbed out. Ignoring the accolades, she strode over before me and caressed my heaving breasts, calming me down. She then loosened and removed the bit and bridle, finally allowing me to close my cramped mouth and swallow. She grabbed a handful of my hair and jerked my head forward to her face and kissed me deeply, passionately, her tongue probing the deepest recesses of my throat. I was gasping for air when she broke off the embrace. "I told you we could do it, cunt. Well done. Well done indeed."
"Quite impressive, Rachel," Alicia congratulated her. "You read your pony as if you had trained her for years. Might have had a slightly different outcome if Becky hadn't come up lame, but I'm not the sorry loser."
"Thank you Alicia," Rachel retorted. "It is a shame about Becky. I know how much training you've put into her, and Meredith as well. It would have been fun to see these two duke it out on that last straightaway."
"Yes. That would have been very sporting. Closely matched I dare to say. But you got everything thing from your pony she had to give, and then some. She showed me a lot more spirit and drive than I thought she was capable of."
It was an odd feeling, standing there, breathing hard, listening to these two women discussing me as if I was an inanimate object. I knew better than to speak, however, and besides, I was still trying to catch my breath and slow my pounding heart. "......so I would like to see her wearing the chin bars," Rachel's voice bringing me back to the present. "I think it would greatly highlight and augment the clasp in her septum when she is seen in public, and it would surely compliment the labial and breast piercings when she is naked."
"Sir Campbell handed her over to me completely, Rachel. To do with as I see fit, so I see absolutely no reason not to pierce her. I don't have that steel, though. In fact, I've never seen what you're describing even done before."
"I have that steel in my gear. It's not brand new, but an autoclave would make that alright. I took it from a pony that I retired to wet nursing a few months ago. She is too old to race, so she didn't need it anymore"
"Then let's do it now. The guests can watch. Then we'll get to the single tail demonstration after.
"May I have everyone's attention please," Alicia called out. "In recognition of her victory, Rachel and I are going to pierce sara with a lower jaw chin piercing. We will place it through the bottom of her mouth. Two rods, one on each side of the tongue, connected to each other with a cross bar. It will be bolted from the inside."
"So,"Rachel said, "I'll go and get the steel. Why don't you have Clint set up the autoclave while you prep sara? Where should we do it?"
"I'd like as many people as possible to see it, so the house is no good. Too tight. I guess we could use the corral. The lights are definitely strong enough for everyone to see what we're doing, don't you think?"
"I'm sure it'll be fine."
While Rachel went for my new steel, Alicia and Tommy got me detached from the sulky and all my pony gear. When I was once again naked, Alicia took me into the house and upstairs for a shower. "Scrub yourself really well. Get rid of all the dirt and sweat, and make sure you use an anti-bacterial soap on your face and under your chin," Alicia admonished me.
After I had dried off with a fresh clean towel, Alicia and I went back out to the corral, where we saw a bondage chair set in the middle. Becky, Meredith and Craig were sitting at the foot of the chair, vying for the best view of the impending piercing.
Tommy and Alicia set about strapping me into the chair, starting with my ankles, then below the knees, across the thighs and waist, above and below my breasts, my wrists, elbows and shoulders. After I was all strapped down, they pulled my hair back by my hair and clamped it in a vise at the back of the chair. I felt a strap pass across my forehead and get buckled in. Alicia grabbed me by both sides of my head and tried to shake me head, but the straps held it secure. Tommy placed a dental clamp in my mouth, forcing my jaws as wide open as they could go, then he fastened the wing nuts.
Fear was gripping me as I saw Clint arrive a few minutes later with a case, which he set out of my view on a small table behind the chair. Opening it, he removed a bottle of alcohol, which he poured on my throat and under my jaw. He then wiped the area with sterile swabs soaked in alcohol. After he finished that, he opened a bottle of Betadyne solution and swabbed it all around under my chin for close to a minute. In the cold night air it felt freezing cold. I felt my nipples shrink painfully.
"She's all prepped, Alicia. We're ready to go."
Rachel pulled on a pair of latex gloves from the case and removed an extremely heavy gauge needle from the case behind me. I heard some of the guests gasp when they saw it. She held it before my eyes, allowing it's girth to sink into my mind.
Many guests had closed in around us to watch the goings on, but I didn't watch them. I couldn't take my eyes from the needle that would soon be pushed through the bottom of my mouth. "What I'm going to do," Rachel announced, "is to place this needle alongside sara's tongue and then push it down and through under her chin. In that hole I will set the first post, which will be locked in place from inside her mouth. I will repeat that same procedure on the other side of her tongue. Then, when the two posts are secured, I will connect them, under her chin, with a rod that will be screwed together. This appliance makes an excellent place for reins to pass through and it gives the jockey far more control over the pony's head, and makes communication between th jockey and the pony much clearer."
Rachel turned her back on the audience and faced me once again. The cool night air had caused me to break out in goose bumps, but as cold as I was, I could feel the sweat beading up on my brow and dripping from my underarms. I felt myself trembling as she reached into my mouth and shoved my tongue to one side. I felt her lining up the needle in the floor of my mouth, the sharp prick of the tip tentatively probing for them perfect spot. The next thing I knew, and white heat tore through my mouth as Rachel, with tremendous force, shoved the through the floor of my mouth and out under my chin. As I screamed and wrenched at the straps holding me to the chair, I tasted blood in my mouth.
Clint handed a post to Rachel, and she worked it back and forth into the hole, following the needle as it was pulled out. When she had the post in position, Rachel passed the needle back to Clint, and took a locknut at screwed it onto the post from inside. I felt the skin pinch as the rod was tightened into place.
Rachel was presented with a second needle, which she again so cruelly forced me to look at, and she repeated the piercing on the other side of my tongue. After she had tightened the second post into the soft flesh under my chin, Clint gave her the horizontal rod that would connect the two posts. She placed it on the posts and took an allen wrench to lock it into position.
When the piercing was complete, Clint handed Rachel some sterile sponges, which she packed into my mouth all around my tongue. "This type of piercing can bleed for some time," Rachel announced to the audience. It's very important that you keep a watch on it so your slave doesn't choke on the blood or the packings." They all took a hand in unbinding my straps and removing the dental clamp. I was helped to my feet as applause broke out from the guests.