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INTERMISSION
Colonel Perez contemplated the lush, naked bottom before him. It was nice and plump. Very soft and white. As the Colonel liked them. Even so, the bottom was not as large as he would have wished. For Colonel Perez had a penchant for the over-blown as far as women were concerned. He enjoyed them most when they were big-breasted and big-buttocked.
That was the only thing he had against the Harem of Quireme, which he visited regularly when he was out of South Africa on leave. He had a standing invitation from Princess Karina, an old friend of his. His complaint was that there was not enough large women there. There were plenty of superblyshaped ones, he admitted that. Plenty of lovely women, as most men desired them. But there were never any truly large enough for him. Not that this stopped him enjoying himself with the material available!
On this occasion, on his arrival, he had asked the chief overseer for ‘the most buxom girl in the place’. She had smiled, recalling the new guests inclinations.
„You’re lucky this time, Colonel,“ she said. „A new girl has arrived since you were last here. Only just finished her training.“
„Oh... is that so?“
„She’s only eighteen... and there’s still a lot of ‘puppy fat’ on her.“
„Ah-ha... what’s her size?“
„Forty two bust... forty-two hip...“
„Mmmm... not bad.“ It was not, however, quite as good as the Colonel had hoped, even though an improvement on the more customary thirty six or thirty eight measurements. „Send her along please.“
„Certainly, Colonel.“
The 18-year old duly arrived, looking very nervous. She was a Swiss by the name of Nina, and the Colonel was the first man she had been sent to since her training had been completed. Her overseer had promised her the ‘hiding of her young life’ if she did not fully please the Colonel in every possible way. So she was very much on her mettle... and when she got her first order, was quick to obey it.
„Show me your backside, girl.“
Nina knelt and thrust up invitingly. Oh how often she wished she wasn’t so fat!
The Colonel, studying his new possession, wished she were fatter. He sat down in an armchair, a drink at this side, the lush-curving buttocks just before him. There was no hurry trying to decide exactly how he was going to enjoy himself.
Nina would continue to remain kneeling as long as he decreed.
Occasionally, a little quivering twitch would pass over he white rounds of flesh. A twitch of apprehension. Understandable.
A girl with a bottom like that must know what a tempting target she makes, reflected the Colonel, sipping an ice-cold lager. He was trying to make up his mind whether he would paddle it, tawse it, or cane it first.
After ten minutes deliberation, the Colonel decided on a paddle.
He had quite a selection, and finally chose one about the size of a squash racket head. It was made of ebony wood about a quarter of an inch thick, both sides of which were covered by a thin layer of hard leather. It would, he realized, make a lovely sound on that plump bottom. And how delightfully the flesh would joggle all over!
„Stand up.“
Nina got to her feet.
„Turn around.“
Nina turned around.
„Look what I’ve got for you.“
The pale blue eyes dilated with dread. A pale pink lower lip was bitten hard.
„Come over here.“
Nina walked a little unsteadily across the room, big breasts swinging, bit bottom bouncing. The Colonel was raising the top half of a wooden pillory. Three semi-circles awaited Nina’s wrists and neck.
„Down you go.“
Nina’s neck and wrists went into the semi-circles. The top of the pillory was lowered and locked, trapping her helpless.
However, securely imprisoned as she was, Nina’s hindquarters would have plenty of freedom of movement. That was the way the Colonel liked it. Nothing quite so enjoyable as making a big-bottomed woman squirm agonisedly.
Except, perhaps, fucking her afterwards!
Colonel Perez paddles Nina’s bottom until there was not a square centimeter of white flesh on it.
After something like three or four minutes, the incessantly squirming-juddering buttock flesh was blotched pink, red or purple. Only in the cleft between the buttocks was there any whiteness.
Poor Nina!
How she howled... how she begged!
All to no avail, of course. The Colonel was enjoying himself far too much to even consider the slightest compassion.
He simply went on applying the paddle until his arm was too tired to wield it effectively any more.
And, immediately after, without ever removing his sobbing victim from the pillory, he took her from the rear...
reveling in the feel of her quaking, burning bottom against his belly as he fucked her with bestial delight.
When, some time later, Colonel Perez expressed his satisfaction with Nina, Princess Karina happened to overhear.
„Ah yes, Colonel, I remember now. You like them big and buxom, don’t you?“
„That’s right,“ came the smiling answer. „It’s not a crime, is it?“
„As far as guests are concerned,“ answered Princess Quireme, in her brittle way, „there are no crimes in Quireme.“
„That’s nice to know...“
„Have you been to my Stables since they were enlarged, Colonel?“
„I’ve never been to them yet, always seems plenty to do in the Palace.“
„You might give it a try. They’ve got one really hefty pony there, I know.“
„Really? That sounds interesting.“
„I’d give it a try, if I were you.“
„Yes... I reckon I will...“
Personal Narrative
of
COLONEL PEREZ
Aged thirty five; a handsome,
wealthy Argentinean, personal
friend of Princess Karina,
spending his Army leave at
the Palace of Quireme
I went down to the Stables with a feeling of pleasurable anticipation. It would certainly make a change from the fun and games which could be had in the Palace. The idea of a woman being treated like an a****l had an intriguing appeal. Especially a young and attractive woman. And even more especially a young, attractive big-bottomed woman!
Why hadn’t I been down before, I asked myself? Too much to occupy me in the Harem I suppose. There are some real beauties there you can play all sorts of tricks with. In a way, they’ve become just like circus performers. But they do a lot more exciting things than jump through hoops, believe me!
I couldn’t help smiling as I recalled the previous evening. That had been most amusing. There had been a half dozen men at dinner and we were all rather drunk. At some point, some joker decided he didn’t want any of the trifle - a sticky, creamy mess. So he gets one of the serving girls to coat his prick with the stuff. Then he makes her lick it off. Soon we’re all doing the same thing, laughing like crazy. It seemed real funny at the time. Then that Marchbanks woman joined in. I could fancy her if she weren’t her age, because she’s got a lot of fat on her. She stripped off, lay on her back at the end of the table and dolloped some trifle on her
pussy. The two spare serving girls kept going down to her in turn - and they weren’t only concerned with the trifle! Soon, neither was the Marchbanks woman. They brought her off a couple of times and, by then, most of the men had shot their bolt. Those that hadn’t were probably too full of drink. Yes... quite fun... and it just goes to show there are all sorts of tricks a slave-girl in Quireme can be made to perform!
Down at the Stables, I ran into Ingrid. She is one of the Deputy Heads. A powerful looking blonde Scandinavian, booted and in leather gear. I wouldn’t like to have been under her thumb, I can tell you!
„Your first visit, I understand.“
„That’s right...“
„Best go to the Paddock first. All the Ponies are parading there now.“
„Fine...“
„We can go round the Stables later.“
„Whatever you say...“
That Paddock was certainly some sight! Twenty four naked rumps wobbling from side to side as the girls moved around and around. I was most impressed. And how clever those mobile frameworks were! I quickly picked out the hefty Pony the Princess had mentioned. She really was some size and, I suppose, had been placed in the Stables on account of people like me. Certainly she stood out from all the other Ponies who were more normally - and most deliciously shaped. I was soon quite fascinated. Those bridles and bits.
Those little horseshoes. Those bells in their nipples.
Amazing...
Unbelievable really...
I would have scoffed if anyone had told me.
Yet there it all was, all before me, in reality.
From time to time, a man’s voice gave details about the Ponies over a loudspeaker system. And from time to time a Pony or two was led away.
„They’re going to be harnessed to carriages,“ explained Ingrid. „Then driven...“
„I see.“ I wondered if I, completely inexperienced, would be allowed to drive one. To drive my one. My eyes gloated greedily on her big, joggling bottom every time she went past. And, I saw, not only was her bottom big. Her breasts were proportionally so. Held up high by some sort of understrap. If they hadn’t been, they would have swung beneath her like some cow’s udders. It occurred to me I might prefer that.
Ingrid nudged me. „Yours is about due for an announcement,“ she said.
I liked the way she said ‘yours’... for, of course, not only had I expressed my interest but I made it obvious.
Then it came...
„Maid Maximum,“ said the voice. Ha-ha, I thought, well named! „Aged twenty five. Bred in Poland. This is by far our biggest Pony. Not popular with some but very popular with others.
Hear-hear, I said to myself. „Statistics: Height, five feet eleven and a half inches... bust forty five inches... waist thirty five inches... hips forty eight inches.“
There was some laughter, particularly from watching women guests, as well as some oo-ing and ah-ing.
„A big, strong Pony,“ concluded the voice, „without pace, but with plenty of stamina“. The voice ceased. The Pony in question lumbered past me once more.
„Would it be alright... I mean, may I...“ I began.
Ingrid smiled at me. „You mean you want to drive her?“
„That’s right.“ I found myself strangely excited by the idea.
„Sure you can,“ she answered. „But you have to be accompanied on your first couple of trips.“
„That suits me well, I can learn the ropes.“
„Reins might be better,“ smiled Ingrid. She made a sign to the commentary box and the next moment the voice was asking for Maid Maximum to be taken out of the Paddock.
„What an amazing set-up,“ I murmured.
„You’ll get used to it,“ said Ingrid.
„I suppose so,“ I nodded. „I got used to the Harem. And that was quite unbelievable at first!“
„Come along,“ said Ingrid, „she’ll be about ready.“
I followed Ingrid from the Paddock, and, a little way off, saw Maid Maximum between the shafts of the carriage. It was strange I suddenly reflected, how easily I thought of this plump Polish woman by that name. It hardly occurred to me to wonder what her real name was!
As we drew near, I noted that her features were what might be termed handsome rather than attractive. She was bigboned, rather like a man. Only her body was lushly female.
She stood quietly, like an ox, with dull eyes. I had noticed that some of the other Ponies seemed quite spritely. But I didn’t mind that. Those massive breasts and buttocks were what attracted me!
„Shall we get in?“
I stepped up after Ingrid into the small two-seater carriage.
The springs sank under our weight. I at down on the soft leather seat. There before me, about six to eight feet away, was Maid Maximum’s huge rump and powerful, thick thighs.
What a spectacle! The pleasure-lust flooded me. But the spectacle was even better when Maid Maximum was set in motion.
Ingrid withdrew a long carriage whip from a tube and lashed it across the rump.
„Walk!“ she commanded.
Now bearing a thin, red streak, Maid Maximum moved off at a sedate pace, bottom wallowing from side to side. We went through an opening in some railings and on to what Ingrid called a Ride. This was of hard-packed sand. Again the whip lashed. Once... twice...
„Trot,“ ordered Ingrid.
As Maid Maximum increased her pace, big thighs rising to the horizontal at each stride, Ingrid began to explain the skills of driving. How one must be firm with a Pony. Demanding but not unfair. Recognize her limits. Never over-flog her. That did not get results. Timing was all-important, it seemed, as far as using her whip was concerned. And every Pony was different. Only gradually could you learn how to get the best
out of them.
It was interesting and I listened. But, at the same time, I was utterly fascinated by the huge, jelly-juddering bottom before me. Oh that massive, curving flesh... never still for a moment! And the thighs, too. Incessantly juddering. With any Pony, it would have been a delight to look upon but - please understand - the sheer size of Maid Maximum made it double delightful! My lust seemed to intensify with every stride. that she took.
„Enjoying it?“
„I’ll say!“
„Hefty, isn’t she?“
„Magnificent!“
„Not to everyone’s taste though.“
„Frankly, I’m glad about that.“ I knew a day wasn’t going to pass when I wouldn’t be down at the Stables!
„She’s strong, this one,“ said Ingrid.
To be honest, I hadn’t properly considered what this woman was doing. She was pulling two of us and the carriage up quite a steep incline, and the pace hadn’t faltered. I doubted if I could have done it myself with such seeming ease. Then, suddenly, the whip cracked twice. Maid Maximum didn’t even shudder. Nor make a sound. Her heavy, snorting breathing just continued.
„That was a reminder,“ said Ingrid. „It gets steeper shortly.“
Up and up we went and now I could see that Maid Maximum was beginning to strain. Her breathing was faster and there were occasional groans of effort.
Ingrid began to ply the whip with greater frequency.
Flick! Flack!
Flick! Flack!
Flick! Flack!
The big, jouncing bottom seemed to absorb it without apparent concern. But of course, it must have stung painfully.
„Come on, Maxi,“ urged Ingrid, „you can make it!“ ‘Maxi’ must have been a kind of nickname, I realized.
Flick! Flack!
Flick! Flack!
Flick! Flack!
With Maid Maximum panting and groaning with effort, we breasted the rise. Ingrid put down her whip.
„That was well done,“ she said. „Not many Ponies can get up here with a double load.“
I nodded, beginning to appreciate the extent of the effort which had been made. Before me, the big bottom continued to swing, bounce and judder, the soft flesh now carrying a tracery of thin, red whip-weals.
Later, on one of the straight stretches, Ingrid had Maid Maximum at a fast canter for a full two minutes. And that was even more impressive. Never before had I seen such a tumult of female flesh. Quite remarkable. And quite incredibly exciting.
As we rode back into the Stable yard, I knew I was hooked on Ponies. Especially Ponies the size of Maid Maximum!
Before I went back to the Palace, I had one question to ask Ingrid.
She shook her head rather sorrowfully. „I’m afraid that won’t be possible, Colonel,“ she answered politely. „It is one of the rules here. Guests are not permitted to enjoy Ponies in that way.“
I was surprised and disappointed ... and said so. „Why?“ I asked.
„The Princess makes the rules here,“ came the short reply.
„Perhaps she thinks there’s enough female flesh in the Harem for that kind of enjoyment. Or perhaps she thinks it will put the Ponies off their work.“
„A pity anyway,“ I said.
I had been looking forward to feeling that huge bottom against my belly while I took her. And grasping those thighs. Those breasts.
Ingrid shrugged. „But you’ll come back to the Stables?“
„Oh yes, sure thing,“ I said.
Later, when Ingrid showed me one of the close-carriages which I would shortly be able to use, I was even more sure. Fancy having such a close-up of Maid Maximum’s hindquarters when she’s really flying!
I could hardly wait.
I took another trip, this time with the other Deputy Head, Carlotta. After that, being suitably briefed, I was allowed to take Maid Maximum out alone.
Need I say that I choose a close-carriage?
My heart was pounding as I sat in this low, chariot like affair. I thrust my legs forward and put my feet in the
stirrups which hung down and back from the saddle. Now Maid Maximum’s bottom was only a matter of two or three feet away.
Easily available to the strap I had been given. However, as advised, I had made a mental resolution to go fairly easily with that, understanding there was no future in flogging a ‘dead horse’. I would use it, of course, but with discretion. It was the spectacle, rather than the amount of energy expended, I was interested in.
Others are different. They like to drive a Pony till she’s fit to drop.
„Walk,“ I ordered, giving Ingrid a friendly wave. Kindly, she had come to see me off on my first trip.
Maid Maximum’s rump instantly went into motion. My enjoyment had begun.
I think I can honestly say I treated that Pony fairly. Occasionally I cracked that strap across her juddering
bottom. But not because she was failing in any way. Simply as a reminder that it would behoove her not to. In any event, I did not test her severely. There were only two one-minute bursts at a fast canter and the rest of the time we were at a trot. Mind you, I kept her going for a long while. However, as I had already learnt, Maid Maximum was strong and could keep going far longer than the average Pony.
All the time I gazed upon those rolling, juddering hindquarters, my lust for them increased.
Why, oh why, could I not enjoy them as I did those of the girl in the Harem? It seemed ridiculous. But it was a rule of Princess Karina’s ... and therefore, not to be disobeyed.
On three successive days, I took Maid Maximum out on a close-carriage. That was my favorite form of driving, I had decided. She performed impeccably. Obviously putting everything into it. Sweating her guts out on my behalf. Indeed, strange as it may seem, I began to get the impression she actually wanted to please me!
Did she, perhaps, sense the satisfaction her size gave me?
Did that, in its own way, make her feel more human?
My desire may have been bizarre and perverted, but at least, it was a desire. That could have been something she had lacked for a long time.
Being desired, I mean, even if in this unusual kind of way.
All the same, despite the pleasure I got from driving Maid Maximum, there was still something lacking. I had a sense of frustration. To be forbidden to enjoy her ... wasn’t that ridiculous? Especially in such a place as Quireme. The more I thought about it, the more ridiculous it seemed. On the other hand, I didn’t want to fall foul of the Princess.
Then, one day, I came to a decision. I would have the pleasure of that great fat arse! Damn any consequences...
Which, if I played it right, seemed unlikely anyway. So, once more I went down to the Paddock. Once more I had Maid Maximum harnessed to a close-carriage. When I seated myself in it she seemed as complacently ox-like as ever.
Off we went...
Flick! Flack!
Flick! Flack!
Oh that superb rump! Oh the size of it! Oh how it bounced and blubbered! Two great white sacks of female flesh!
Mine...
Flick! Flack!
Flick! Flack!
I drove her on. Loving to see her start to sweat. Loving to hear her rasping breath. And her groans of effort. Sometimes I wondered what it would be like to have a slimmer, less powerful, Pony. Yet I never made the effort to find out. The bottom that flounced and flurried before me was quite sufficient.
Up a hill we went...
Down a gentle slope...
Then we stopped at a trough. At which ‘Maxie’ drank happily, it seemed.
We were now in one of the remoter areas. I listened for the sound of other drivers, or for snorting Ponies.
Nothing...
The lust surged through me. This was the moment.
I took Maid Maximum by the bridle and led her off the Ride.
Into the woods.
It was dark and green.
Cool and quiet.
Who would ever know what I was up to?
Having tethered ‘Maxie’ to a tree, I stripped completely naked. It was most pleasing to be like that in the open air. Relaxing. Earthy. Lusty.
I patted ‘Maxie’s’ big bottom.
„I am going to fuck you, Pony,“ I said. „Whether it’s against the rules or not. How do you like that?“
The head tossed up and down. She whinnied.
I could only take it as a sign of happy agreement!
I took my ‘Maxie’ out from between the shafts.
Oh how complacent she seemed! I even got the idea she was enjoying what was happening.
Then, in that quiet glade, amidst the sound of humming bees and twittering insects, I fucked her with rapacious delight.
Wallowing and drooling over the great big bottom...
Loving it...
Absolutely loving it...
Making a disgusting pig of myself...
And loving that even more...
Maid Maximum took it all.
Silently. Stoically.
Unmoved.
Just like an a****l, you might say.
I kept her at a trot all the way back to the Stables. We were late. But her stable hand was waiting there. And so was Ingrid.
She regarded me with an understanding smile.
„Had a good time?“ she asked.
„Excellent,“ I responded.
„No faults with the Pony?“
„None...“
„Take her away please, Asif.“
„Yes, Miss.“
„Au revoir, Colonel. I am glad you got what you wanted.“
I saw her wink. Oh, she knew alright! And she didn’t give a damn, either.
„Au revoir, Ingrid. I’ll be seeing you again. Thanks for your help.“
„It’s been a pleasure, Colonel.“
It turned and, in a happy frame of mind, made my way back to the pleasures of the Palace of Quireme.
Colonel Perez contemplated the lush, naked bottom before him. It was nice and plump. Very soft and white. As the Colonel liked them. Even so, the bottom was not as large as he would have wished. For Colonel Perez had a penchant for the over-blown as far as women were concerned. He enjoyed them most when they were big-breasted and big-buttocked.
That was the only thing he had against the Harem of Quireme, which he visited regularly when he was out of South Africa on leave. He had a standing invitation from Princess Karina, an old friend of his. His complaint was that there was not enough large women there. There were plenty of superblyshaped ones, he admitted that. Plenty of lovely women, as most men desired them. But there were never any truly large enough for him. Not that this stopped him enjoying himself with the material available!
On this occasion, on his arrival, he had asked the chief overseer for ‘the most buxom girl in the place’. She had smiled, recalling the new guests inclinations.
„You’re lucky this time, Colonel,“ she said. „A new girl has arrived since you were last here. Only just finished her training.“
„Oh... is that so?“
„She’s only eighteen... and there’s still a lot of ‘puppy fat’ on her.“
„Ah-ha... what’s her size?“
„Forty two bust... forty-two hip...“
„Mmmm... not bad.“ It was not, however, quite as good as the Colonel had hoped, even though an improvement on the more customary thirty six or thirty eight measurements. „Send her along please.“
„Certainly, Colonel.“
The 18-year old duly arrived, looking very nervous. She was a Swiss by the name of Nina, and the Colonel was the first man she had been sent to since her training had been completed. Her overseer had promised her the ‘hiding of her young life’ if she did not fully please the Colonel in every possible way. So she was very much on her mettle... and when she got her first order, was quick to obey it.
„Show me your backside, girl.“
Nina knelt and thrust up invitingly. Oh how often she wished she wasn’t so fat!
The Colonel, studying his new possession, wished she were fatter. He sat down in an armchair, a drink at this side, the lush-curving buttocks just before him. There was no hurry trying to decide exactly how he was going to enjoy himself.
Nina would continue to remain kneeling as long as he decreed.
Occasionally, a little quivering twitch would pass over he white rounds of flesh. A twitch of apprehension. Understandable.
A girl with a bottom like that must know what a tempting target she makes, reflected the Colonel, sipping an ice-cold lager. He was trying to make up his mind whether he would paddle it, tawse it, or cane it first.
After ten minutes deliberation, the Colonel decided on a paddle.
He had quite a selection, and finally chose one about the size of a squash racket head. It was made of ebony wood about a quarter of an inch thick, both sides of which were covered by a thin layer of hard leather. It would, he realized, make a lovely sound on that plump bottom. And how delightfully the flesh would joggle all over!
„Stand up.“
Nina got to her feet.
„Turn around.“
Nina turned around.
„Look what I’ve got for you.“
The pale blue eyes dilated with dread. A pale pink lower lip was bitten hard.
„Come over here.“
Nina walked a little unsteadily across the room, big breasts swinging, bit bottom bouncing. The Colonel was raising the top half of a wooden pillory. Three semi-circles awaited Nina’s wrists and neck.
„Down you go.“
Nina’s neck and wrists went into the semi-circles. The top of the pillory was lowered and locked, trapping her helpless.
However, securely imprisoned as she was, Nina’s hindquarters would have plenty of freedom of movement. That was the way the Colonel liked it. Nothing quite so enjoyable as making a big-bottomed woman squirm agonisedly.
Except, perhaps, fucking her afterwards!
Colonel Perez paddles Nina’s bottom until there was not a square centimeter of white flesh on it.
After something like three or four minutes, the incessantly squirming-juddering buttock flesh was blotched pink, red or purple. Only in the cleft between the buttocks was there any whiteness.
Poor Nina!
How she howled... how she begged!
All to no avail, of course. The Colonel was enjoying himself far too much to even consider the slightest compassion.
He simply went on applying the paddle until his arm was too tired to wield it effectively any more.
And, immediately after, without ever removing his sobbing victim from the pillory, he took her from the rear...
reveling in the feel of her quaking, burning bottom against his belly as he fucked her with bestial delight.
When, some time later, Colonel Perez expressed his satisfaction with Nina, Princess Karina happened to overhear.
„Ah yes, Colonel, I remember now. You like them big and buxom, don’t you?“
„That’s right,“ came the smiling answer. „It’s not a crime, is it?“
„As far as guests are concerned,“ answered Princess Quireme, in her brittle way, „there are no crimes in Quireme.“
„That’s nice to know...“
„Have you been to my Stables since they were enlarged, Colonel?“
„I’ve never been to them yet, always seems plenty to do in the Palace.“
„You might give it a try. They’ve got one really hefty pony there, I know.“
„Really? That sounds interesting.“
„I’d give it a try, if I were you.“
„Yes... I reckon I will...“
Personal Narrative
of
COLONEL PEREZ
Aged thirty five; a handsome,
wealthy Argentinean, personal
friend of Princess Karina,
spending his Army leave at
the Palace of Quireme
I went down to the Stables with a feeling of pleasurable anticipation. It would certainly make a change from the fun and games which could be had in the Palace. The idea of a woman being treated like an a****l had an intriguing appeal. Especially a young and attractive woman. And even more especially a young, attractive big-bottomed woman!
Why hadn’t I been down before, I asked myself? Too much to occupy me in the Harem I suppose. There are some real beauties there you can play all sorts of tricks with. In a way, they’ve become just like circus performers. But they do a lot more exciting things than jump through hoops, believe me!
I couldn’t help smiling as I recalled the previous evening. That had been most amusing. There had been a half dozen men at dinner and we were all rather drunk. At some point, some joker decided he didn’t want any of the trifle - a sticky, creamy mess. So he gets one of the serving girls to coat his prick with the stuff. Then he makes her lick it off. Soon we’re all doing the same thing, laughing like crazy. It seemed real funny at the time. Then that Marchbanks woman joined in. I could fancy her if she weren’t her age, because she’s got a lot of fat on her. She stripped off, lay on her back at the end of the table and dolloped some trifle on her
pussy. The two spare serving girls kept going down to her in turn - and they weren’t only concerned with the trifle! Soon, neither was the Marchbanks woman. They brought her off a couple of times and, by then, most of the men had shot their bolt. Those that hadn’t were probably too full of drink. Yes... quite fun... and it just goes to show there are all sorts of tricks a slave-girl in Quireme can be made to perform!
Down at the Stables, I ran into Ingrid. She is one of the Deputy Heads. A powerful looking blonde Scandinavian, booted and in leather gear. I wouldn’t like to have been under her thumb, I can tell you!
„Your first visit, I understand.“
„That’s right...“
„Best go to the Paddock first. All the Ponies are parading there now.“
„Fine...“
„We can go round the Stables later.“
„Whatever you say...“
That Paddock was certainly some sight! Twenty four naked rumps wobbling from side to side as the girls moved around and around. I was most impressed. And how clever those mobile frameworks were! I quickly picked out the hefty Pony the Princess had mentioned. She really was some size and, I suppose, had been placed in the Stables on account of people like me. Certainly she stood out from all the other Ponies who were more normally - and most deliciously shaped. I was soon quite fascinated. Those bridles and bits.
Those little horseshoes. Those bells in their nipples.
Amazing...
Unbelievable really...
I would have scoffed if anyone had told me.
Yet there it all was, all before me, in reality.
From time to time, a man’s voice gave details about the Ponies over a loudspeaker system. And from time to time a Pony or two was led away.
„They’re going to be harnessed to carriages,“ explained Ingrid. „Then driven...“
„I see.“ I wondered if I, completely inexperienced, would be allowed to drive one. To drive my one. My eyes gloated greedily on her big, joggling bottom every time she went past. And, I saw, not only was her bottom big. Her breasts were proportionally so. Held up high by some sort of understrap. If they hadn’t been, they would have swung beneath her like some cow’s udders. It occurred to me I might prefer that.
Ingrid nudged me. „Yours is about due for an announcement,“ she said.
I liked the way she said ‘yours’... for, of course, not only had I expressed my interest but I made it obvious.
Then it came...
„Maid Maximum,“ said the voice. Ha-ha, I thought, well named! „Aged twenty five. Bred in Poland. This is by far our biggest Pony. Not popular with some but very popular with others.
Hear-hear, I said to myself. „Statistics: Height, five feet eleven and a half inches... bust forty five inches... waist thirty five inches... hips forty eight inches.“
There was some laughter, particularly from watching women guests, as well as some oo-ing and ah-ing.
„A big, strong Pony,“ concluded the voice, „without pace, but with plenty of stamina“. The voice ceased. The Pony in question lumbered past me once more.
„Would it be alright... I mean, may I...“ I began.
Ingrid smiled at me. „You mean you want to drive her?“
„That’s right.“ I found myself strangely excited by the idea.
„Sure you can,“ she answered. „But you have to be accompanied on your first couple of trips.“
„That suits me well, I can learn the ropes.“
„Reins might be better,“ smiled Ingrid. She made a sign to the commentary box and the next moment the voice was asking for Maid Maximum to be taken out of the Paddock.
„What an amazing set-up,“ I murmured.
„You’ll get used to it,“ said Ingrid.
„I suppose so,“ I nodded. „I got used to the Harem. And that was quite unbelievable at first!“
„Come along,“ said Ingrid, „she’ll be about ready.“
I followed Ingrid from the Paddock, and, a little way off, saw Maid Maximum between the shafts of the carriage. It was strange I suddenly reflected, how easily I thought of this plump Polish woman by that name. It hardly occurred to me to wonder what her real name was!
As we drew near, I noted that her features were what might be termed handsome rather than attractive. She was bigboned, rather like a man. Only her body was lushly female.
She stood quietly, like an ox, with dull eyes. I had noticed that some of the other Ponies seemed quite spritely. But I didn’t mind that. Those massive breasts and buttocks were what attracted me!
„Shall we get in?“
I stepped up after Ingrid into the small two-seater carriage.
The springs sank under our weight. I at down on the soft leather seat. There before me, about six to eight feet away, was Maid Maximum’s huge rump and powerful, thick thighs.
What a spectacle! The pleasure-lust flooded me. But the spectacle was even better when Maid Maximum was set in motion.
Ingrid withdrew a long carriage whip from a tube and lashed it across the rump.
„Walk!“ she commanded.
Now bearing a thin, red streak, Maid Maximum moved off at a sedate pace, bottom wallowing from side to side. We went through an opening in some railings and on to what Ingrid called a Ride. This was of hard-packed sand. Again the whip lashed. Once... twice...
„Trot,“ ordered Ingrid.
As Maid Maximum increased her pace, big thighs rising to the horizontal at each stride, Ingrid began to explain the skills of driving. How one must be firm with a Pony. Demanding but not unfair. Recognize her limits. Never over-flog her. That did not get results. Timing was all-important, it seemed, as far as using her whip was concerned. And every Pony was different. Only gradually could you learn how to get the best
out of them.
It was interesting and I listened. But, at the same time, I was utterly fascinated by the huge, jelly-juddering bottom before me. Oh that massive, curving flesh... never still for a moment! And the thighs, too. Incessantly juddering. With any Pony, it would have been a delight to look upon but - please understand - the sheer size of Maid Maximum made it double delightful! My lust seemed to intensify with every stride. that she took.
„Enjoying it?“
„I’ll say!“
„Hefty, isn’t she?“
„Magnificent!“
„Not to everyone’s taste though.“
„Frankly, I’m glad about that.“ I knew a day wasn’t going to pass when I wouldn’t be down at the Stables!
„She’s strong, this one,“ said Ingrid.
To be honest, I hadn’t properly considered what this woman was doing. She was pulling two of us and the carriage up quite a steep incline, and the pace hadn’t faltered. I doubted if I could have done it myself with such seeming ease. Then, suddenly, the whip cracked twice. Maid Maximum didn’t even shudder. Nor make a sound. Her heavy, snorting breathing just continued.
„That was a reminder,“ said Ingrid. „It gets steeper shortly.“
Up and up we went and now I could see that Maid Maximum was beginning to strain. Her breathing was faster and there were occasional groans of effort.
Ingrid began to ply the whip with greater frequency.
Flick! Flack!
Flick! Flack!
Flick! Flack!
The big, jouncing bottom seemed to absorb it without apparent concern. But of course, it must have stung painfully.
„Come on, Maxi,“ urged Ingrid, „you can make it!“ ‘Maxi’ must have been a kind of nickname, I realized.
Flick! Flack!
Flick! Flack!
Flick! Flack!
With Maid Maximum panting and groaning with effort, we breasted the rise. Ingrid put down her whip.
„That was well done,“ she said. „Not many Ponies can get up here with a double load.“
I nodded, beginning to appreciate the extent of the effort which had been made. Before me, the big bottom continued to swing, bounce and judder, the soft flesh now carrying a tracery of thin, red whip-weals.
Later, on one of the straight stretches, Ingrid had Maid Maximum at a fast canter for a full two minutes. And that was even more impressive. Never before had I seen such a tumult of female flesh. Quite remarkable. And quite incredibly exciting.
As we rode back into the Stable yard, I knew I was hooked on Ponies. Especially Ponies the size of Maid Maximum!
Before I went back to the Palace, I had one question to ask Ingrid.
She shook her head rather sorrowfully. „I’m afraid that won’t be possible, Colonel,“ she answered politely. „It is one of the rules here. Guests are not permitted to enjoy Ponies in that way.“
I was surprised and disappointed ... and said so. „Why?“ I asked.
„The Princess makes the rules here,“ came the short reply.
„Perhaps she thinks there’s enough female flesh in the Harem for that kind of enjoyment. Or perhaps she thinks it will put the Ponies off their work.“
„A pity anyway,“ I said.
I had been looking forward to feeling that huge bottom against my belly while I took her. And grasping those thighs. Those breasts.
Ingrid shrugged. „But you’ll come back to the Stables?“
„Oh yes, sure thing,“ I said.
Later, when Ingrid showed me one of the close-carriages which I would shortly be able to use, I was even more sure. Fancy having such a close-up of Maid Maximum’s hindquarters when she’s really flying!
I could hardly wait.
I took another trip, this time with the other Deputy Head, Carlotta. After that, being suitably briefed, I was allowed to take Maid Maximum out alone.
Need I say that I choose a close-carriage?
My heart was pounding as I sat in this low, chariot like affair. I thrust my legs forward and put my feet in the
stirrups which hung down and back from the saddle. Now Maid Maximum’s bottom was only a matter of two or three feet away.
Easily available to the strap I had been given. However, as advised, I had made a mental resolution to go fairly easily with that, understanding there was no future in flogging a ‘dead horse’. I would use it, of course, but with discretion. It was the spectacle, rather than the amount of energy expended, I was interested in.
Others are different. They like to drive a Pony till she’s fit to drop.
„Walk,“ I ordered, giving Ingrid a friendly wave. Kindly, she had come to see me off on my first trip.
Maid Maximum’s rump instantly went into motion. My enjoyment had begun.
I think I can honestly say I treated that Pony fairly. Occasionally I cracked that strap across her juddering
bottom. But not because she was failing in any way. Simply as a reminder that it would behoove her not to. In any event, I did not test her severely. There were only two one-minute bursts at a fast canter and the rest of the time we were at a trot. Mind you, I kept her going for a long while. However, as I had already learnt, Maid Maximum was strong and could keep going far longer than the average Pony.
All the time I gazed upon those rolling, juddering hindquarters, my lust for them increased.
Why, oh why, could I not enjoy them as I did those of the girl in the Harem? It seemed ridiculous. But it was a rule of Princess Karina’s ... and therefore, not to be disobeyed.
On three successive days, I took Maid Maximum out on a close-carriage. That was my favorite form of driving, I had decided. She performed impeccably. Obviously putting everything into it. Sweating her guts out on my behalf. Indeed, strange as it may seem, I began to get the impression she actually wanted to please me!
Did she, perhaps, sense the satisfaction her size gave me?
Did that, in its own way, make her feel more human?
My desire may have been bizarre and perverted, but at least, it was a desire. That could have been something she had lacked for a long time.
Being desired, I mean, even if in this unusual kind of way.
All the same, despite the pleasure I got from driving Maid Maximum, there was still something lacking. I had a sense of frustration. To be forbidden to enjoy her ... wasn’t that ridiculous? Especially in such a place as Quireme. The more I thought about it, the more ridiculous it seemed. On the other hand, I didn’t want to fall foul of the Princess.
Then, one day, I came to a decision. I would have the pleasure of that great fat arse! Damn any consequences...
Which, if I played it right, seemed unlikely anyway. So, once more I went down to the Paddock. Once more I had Maid Maximum harnessed to a close-carriage. When I seated myself in it she seemed as complacently ox-like as ever.
Off we went...
Flick! Flack!
Flick! Flack!
Oh that superb rump! Oh the size of it! Oh how it bounced and blubbered! Two great white sacks of female flesh!
Mine...
Flick! Flack!
Flick! Flack!
I drove her on. Loving to see her start to sweat. Loving to hear her rasping breath. And her groans of effort. Sometimes I wondered what it would be like to have a slimmer, less powerful, Pony. Yet I never made the effort to find out. The bottom that flounced and flurried before me was quite sufficient.
Up a hill we went...
Down a gentle slope...
Then we stopped at a trough. At which ‘Maxie’ drank happily, it seemed.
We were now in one of the remoter areas. I listened for the sound of other drivers, or for snorting Ponies.
Nothing...
The lust surged through me. This was the moment.
I took Maid Maximum by the bridle and led her off the Ride.
Into the woods.
It was dark and green.
Cool and quiet.
Who would ever know what I was up to?
Having tethered ‘Maxie’ to a tree, I stripped completely naked. It was most pleasing to be like that in the open air. Relaxing. Earthy. Lusty.
I patted ‘Maxie’s’ big bottom.
„I am going to fuck you, Pony,“ I said. „Whether it’s against the rules or not. How do you like that?“
The head tossed up and down. She whinnied.
I could only take it as a sign of happy agreement!
I took my ‘Maxie’ out from between the shafts.
Oh how complacent she seemed! I even got the idea she was enjoying what was happening.
Then, in that quiet glade, amidst the sound of humming bees and twittering insects, I fucked her with rapacious delight.
Wallowing and drooling over the great big bottom...
Loving it...
Absolutely loving it...
Making a disgusting pig of myself...
And loving that even more...
Maid Maximum took it all.
Silently. Stoically.
Unmoved.
Just like an a****l, you might say.
I kept her at a trot all the way back to the Stables. We were late. But her stable hand was waiting there. And so was Ingrid.
She regarded me with an understanding smile.
„Had a good time?“ she asked.
„Excellent,“ I responded.
„No faults with the Pony?“
„None...“
„Take her away please, Asif.“
„Yes, Miss.“
„Au revoir, Colonel. I am glad you got what you wanted.“
I saw her wink. Oh, she knew alright! And she didn’t give a damn, either.
„Au revoir, Ingrid. I’ll be seeing you again. Thanks for your help.“
„It’s been a pleasure, Colonel.“
It turned and, in a happy frame of mind, made my way back to the pleasures of the Palace of Quireme.
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