When he was done, his handler would take him away, and the female would be given a vaginal plug, then be taken back to her stall to receive a nice warm rubdown with scented oil, after which she would be put down for a rest before lunch.
Mandy began to resist as soon as she recognized where she was being brought and what was going on around her – and made the connection that that was going to happen to her, soon, too. Several tremendous swats with the short, light canes they both carried for this particular mission had her standing stock still, but refusing to go forward, despite the scolding and the administering of even more profoundly painful licks. She was bawling from the searing pain in her bottom, but her feet were firmly planted and she wasn’t going anywhere fast. So the men merely lifted her slight weight with ridiculous ease, and within a minute or so she found herself wide-eyed and completely without her blinders for the first time in a while, and she was in the most shameful position yet: Amanda was fenced in on all sides except her rear by pliant almost rubbery-looking padded bars, although the area directly in front of her only had bars halfway up so that she would be afforded an unobstructed view – of herself. There were floor to ceiling mirrors facing the fillies that were being bred in every single breeding pen in the facility. Not only could Amanda see what was happening to herself, but she could both see and hear what was being done to the females on either side of her. It was awful!
Her head was up and craned back almost to the point of discomfort, held there by the straps attached to her bridle. Although she tested it, she couldn’t move her head an iota. Someone leaned in and swiped something wet and sticky over her eyelids – if she’d been expecting it and could have gotten to it she would have bitten off by that point – and within a few seconds she was finding it harder and harder to close them. The bastards – now she was forced to watch what was being done to her! She could close her eyes if she tried, but it wasn’t easy, and without intense concentration they snapped back open again like window shades on tight rollers.
Her arms were secured behind her, almost forming a V like she was trying to fly, and there were comfy pads on the bars that were up against her shoulders to take her weight off her wrists, but her breasts were left to hang and bobble and bounce. Her back was forced into an acute arch, which pushed her bottom up into the air, and her legs were so far apart that she felt like she was being pulled apart like a wishbone. Her knees were held wide by straps pulling in opposite directions, slim ankles were secured to the floor so that she could not kick.
In effect, she was completely neutralized and ready to be violated, and as she looked in the mirror at herself and the getup she was in, she realized just how helpless she was. She was going to be deflowered like this. And from what she had been able to gather when they talked around her, this was going to be far from her last time in this position. Her heart sank.
Aaron and Ted both stood behind her until Aaron came up to her head, and she was again struck by just how huge they were – or maybe they just seemed that way to someone who was spending the majority of her time on her hands and knees. But they were both tremendously muscular, with bulging arms and veiny forearms and heavily muscled chests.
“I know this must seem very frightening to you right now, Mandy, and I won’t lie to you
– there might be a little bit of hurt when I first enter you, but it’s not much, I promise. I know it’s asking too much, but please try to relax. Ted and I’ll make it as pleasant as possible for you.” He stroked her hair tenderly, and it was his blasted kindness that made her start to cry. He whipped out his ever-present handkerchief and dabbed at her tears since she would have a hard time blinking them away.
Ted patted her back and rubbed it a little. “We will make it pleasant for you, Mandy-girl. You know us. You know what we can do for you.” Oh, God, but she didn’t want to do it here, in front of an audience and a mirror showing all of her facial expressions and – Oh God NO!
Aaron had debated about whether or not to breed her in the relative comfort of her own stall, but then none of the padded safety equipment was there, or the medical kits, etc, just in case. So he and Ted agonized over it, but it was decided that at least her first time, if not her first few times should be in the pens, where they could deal with anything that happened.
He arranged himself at her upturned pussy after unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it out of his pants. He didn’t know why, but their research had shown that the stud or groom showing a little skin – chest muscles and chest hair in particular – helped the mares somehow, psychologically. The employees who bred with the ponygirls would never be nude – ever – it left them too vulnerable, and they lost the psychological edge of being fully clothed while the mares were nude, but for some tassels and boots and harnesses.
But somehow, when the grooms – who were all pretty buff – showed some bare-chested action as they were breeding a mare, the mares proved more fertile. They also tended to settle down and accept the servicing better. Aaron didn’t know why, and frankly he didn’t much care. So both he and Ted unbuttoned their shirts. Ted lay beneath Mandy, in what someone who didn’t know what was going on might think of as a sixty-nine position, where he would be directly under her breasts and have plenty of access to those lovely udders that were just begging to be squeezed and pulled and groped.
Aaron began his own massage with a light cinnamon lotion that would heat up Mandy’s pussy quickly, helping to concentrate the blood flow right where his hands were. He was almost afraid to use it, considering how she’d responded to him without it yesterday, but he figured he’d see how it went over. Once he’d applied it, he took a step back and bent over to blow on her genitals, and the increase of heat in the area made Mandy pony-scream and try to rear even further back than she was, but Ted kept a good, tight hold on those teats, using them to pull her back down.
Ted and Aaron said in unison, “A good ponygirl receives her breeding quietly.”
Aaron slipped a quick finger into Mandy’s opening, gratified at what he found. “We have lubrication,” he announced in a hoarse whisper.
“Excellent,” Ted replied. “Let’s bring her off, then.”
And they did, with horribly embarrassing ease, working in a paced, planned rhythm with each other that was terribly frightening and overwhelming to the poor female they were working on. They had her moaning continually within a few minutes, and before another three minutes had passed she was contracting on Aaron’s fingers, making a total spectacle of herself as she tried to writhe and arch within her bonds. Aaron patted and stroked her mid back. “That’s a very good girl, Mandy. Good ponygirl.” He stood and unzipped his pants, pushing down his underwear enough to let the ten inches of his fully erect cock spring free in all its thick, hard glory. Aaron stood behind her, his entire concentration on Mandy and the act at hand – he didn’t see her in the mirrors, didn’t see himself or hear or see anyone else around them. Every part of his mind was thinking about Mandy and how he could make this easiest for her and try to make sure that every precaution was taken to keep her safe from injuring herself or being inadvertently injured by him, considering the differences in their size and strength.
He raised the platform so that she was at just the right height for his entry, and noticed that her puffy, swollen lips were leaking her own lubricating fluid. As a precaution and to increase the overall viscosity of the situation, though, he put a lightish coat of K-Y on himself, then presented his big head at her opening, putting his hands on her hips and grasping her firmly, as he’d been taught. Ted was kneeling to the side of Mandy’s head, stroking her hair and encouraging her to relax and submit, but she was sobbing and shaking in that heartrending manner of all ponygirls – they couldn’t beg him not to, they couldn’t plead and blubber. They could only receive whatever kind of treatment the men around them gave them, with no choice in the matter, and be obedient to them under the threat of physical chastisement if they didn’t.