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Nadine's Fate
Following their initial training, the paths of Isabel and Nadine had diverged. It will be recalled that Vesta had bought the twenty-two-year-old redhead Jewess, with such a superb physique, because she was very much a match of another girl already at Quireme. She had realised at once the two would make an ideal Pony Girl team. Vesta was even more pleased when they were put alongside each other. Their height was the same - 5-ft. 10-ins. - and their body measurements - 40 - 26 - 39 were within fractions the same. They also had the same long thighs, the same colouring, the same lushly-soft ivory white skin. The other girl, a German named Gretel, had already been trained as a Pony Girl so it was necessary to bring Nadine up to her standard before teaming them in double harness.
Thus it was that Nadine was consigned to the Stables (also in the deep catacombs of Quireme) where the quarters were considerably less comfortable than those enjoyed by Belle when off duty. In fact, during their initial training the girls were literally kept in stable-like conditions for most of the day. That is to say they stood tethered in stalls, attached to a special kind of light framework which kept them bent forward from the waist, legs straight, back horizontal, arms stretching forward and slightly down with hands gripping a bar to which the wrists were secured. Only at night were the girls released from these contrivances when they were led en masse to another stable where they were permitted to lie on the heaped up straw. They drank and fed only from troughs in the stalls. They constantly wore harness, including bridle and bit and so on. These accoutrements were only removed at night.
In charge of the stables was an obese forty-year-old Turk named Kemal, and he had two young women assistants. Like all overseers and trainers, Kemal had free run of all his charges... and took plenty of advantage of his privileges. It only needs to be added that discipline was of the strictest to understand that Nadine's fate was indeed an unpleasant one.
Like the rest of those in the Stables she was treated just as an a****l would be.
Indeed, to all intents and purposes she was an a****l.
Nadine's day began with a hosing down in the stable yard, along with all the other pony girls - trainees and trained - some twenty-five or more in number. Then the trained girls were taken to the larger stable where they were fed and watered and kept tethered in their stalls to await any guest who might wish to make use of them on the track. Nadine, with three other girls also under training, was taken to a smaller stable and fastened to the special mobile framework in the stall. Then she would be thoroughly rubbed down by one of the numerous Turkish stable boys. Unless they had permission, these youths were not permitted the same liberties as Kemal, the overseer, but nevertheless, they had complete freedom to use their hands in the course of their duties... and took full advantage of it. They were also allowed to slap a pony girl's rump to check any signs of unruliness. Naturally there would be quite a bit of that with new girls under these strange, bizarre conditions.
After the rubbing down, Nadine was covered in a special kind of heavy oil and thoroughly massaged, the other three girls being similarly treated at the same time. This oil imparted a high gloss to the skin. In a sense, they were literally being polished. The quality of sheen on a pony girl was always considered of great importance. Then harness was put on... girth strap, traces, bridle and bit. On the very first day Nadine took unkindly to the bit, tossing her head and pleading to be spared. Several stinging slaps from the lad failed to quieten her and since this was a serious matter (in the first place pony girls not being permitted to speak but only neigh and either nod or shake the head in response to a question) one of Kemal's female assistants was sent for. The young woman, smartly clad in black leather jacket, riding breeches and boots, dealt with the matter immediately. She laid the riding crop which dangled from her right wrist ten times across Nadine's curving bottom and added a warning that if there was any more of that kind of nonsense she'd get twenty. Nadine's yelps of pain, ringing through the stable, were a salutary warning to the other trainees.
The overseer departed leaving Nardine's well-polished rump striped with vivid weals. The lad applied some kind of salve and Nadine whimpered pathetically. Hitherto her fate had seemed bad enough, but this was even worse. Into one of the troughs before her, the lad poured a bucket of water; into another he poured a bucket of mushy bran substance. "You eat all, pony, by evening time," he said.
Nardine gazed through a mist of tears at the disgusting stodge and decided she would rather starve. Then the rein from her bridle was fastened to a ring on the wall and she was left alone in silent misery. Hours seemed to pass with her bent over the framework, the weals across her bottom throbbing like hot wires. Once she dipped her face into the water trough and drank greedily. From time to time she heard sobbing coming from one of the other stalls.
Then, around mid-morning, there was the sound of footsteps and voices. A handful of guests had come to look over the new ponies. One by one they were led out by the lads and paraded up and down, gliding smoothly on the small castor wheels of the framework which they impelled with their own limbs. Nadine was much admired, being patted and fondled by both male and female hands. One of the women extended a hand and in it Nadine saw a lump of sugar. She took it into her bit-filled mouth and crunched, getting another pat on the rump.
"I look forward to racing you," said the woman, granite-voiced.
"Me too," said a man's voice. "Look at those strong quarters. Not to mention the long legs. Quite some filly..."
After a while, Nadine was led back to her stall and tethered up again, there to stay for the rest of the day. Pony girls were always kept initially in their stalls for about a week, before training began, simply to get them acclimatised.
The wearisome day wore on and evening came. With it the woman overseer returned. At once her voice began to rasp at the girl who occupied the first stall.
"Why is this trough not empty, pony? Why? Why? You have had your orders. Eat it... eat it I say!"
The sound of the riding crop across naked flesh sent Nardine's nerves flaring and her face plunging into the trough before her. Above her own guzzling sound she could her the crop continuing to crack at intervals and the awful choking cries of the unfortunate girl.
"Get your snout into it... eat... eat!"
Craaccckkk!
Craaccckkk!
Nadine no doubt ate as frenziedly as the girl under the lash. She had every incentive to.
"Lick it clean!"
Craaccckkk!
"All of it!"
Crraaccckkkk!
Horrible retching sounds accompanied the screams of pain. Nadine herself choked and was nearly sick. But she forced herself on. In the neighbouring stalls she could hear the other two guzzling equally. By the time the overseer reached Nadine's stall, the trough was licked shining clean and her face was plunged back into the drinking trough to clean off some of the mush congealed on her face.
"You eat every scrap, every day," said the overseer, addressing them all. "You need all the strength you can get." Then the stable door slammed behind her.
The thrashed girl wept pitifully but Nadine felt little sympathy. She was only glad that she had escaped a similar fate. Half-an-hour later they were unharnessed by the lads and taken to the straw-filled stable where they slept.
Twenty-five naked creatures lay heaped up together, many in a state of exhaustion. All the same, for Nadine at least, it was a blessed relief to be released from that cruel framework over which she had been secured for the whole day long.
The stable hand examined Nardine's trough to see if she had 'eaten up' well. Fortunately for her she had... all the mush was gone... otherwise she would have felt his crop across her upthrust rump. Ponies had to keep up their strength.
She was washed down with warm soap and water, then dried thoroughly. Then she was oiled all over, the oil being well rubbed in, until her whole body gleamed with a soft, silky smoothness. The stable hand patted her flanks when he had finished. He was rather proud of Nadine. It was nice to know he was in charge of a pony destined for the Princess herself.
He gazed at Nadine's splendid hindquarters and long thighs with considerable longing. Kemal had permitted him to fuck this one a couple of times and he would very much have liked to have done so again at that moment. Still, that was out of the question without permission from the boss. One had to keep to stable rules.
The time for serious training came at last.
First the four trainees were led to the track-side to watch more experienced ponies being put through their paces. They noted the high-stepping action required, whether the pony be at a walk, trot, canter or gallop. It was something they too would have to learn. Moreover, they would have to learn fast and to perfection. For the slightest fault was punished by the trainers. The air was repeatedly filled with the sound of leather biting into female flesh as sweat-drenched bodies were driven towards the verge of exhaustion as the ponies ran, singly or in pairs, around the circular wooden track which was gently banked all the way.
Nardine was rapidly made even more aware that fate had picked out for her the cruellest existence of all at Quireme.
The mobile framework used on the track was slightly different to that used in the stables. At the rear it was very much the same, with the pony's belly strapped down to a leathern pad, this pad being adjusted to a height which kept her legs straight. Above this, however, was another framework to which the pony's shoulders were pulled back and fastened, her arms being folded behind her high up on her back, and inserted into a single leathern kind of 'glove'. This had the effect of making her hold her head high... and kept her breasts thrusting forward to the maximum, rather like the curving figurehead often seen on the bows of old sailing ships.
One of two kinds of 'chariot' was then fastened to this framework. The most common was the single-seated which was set low to the ground so that the occupant's face was on the same level as the pony's hindquarters, these being at little more than an arm's length away. The rider's feet were accommodated in a pair of stirrups which hung down from the leathern belly pad. Bridle and bit, traces, girth strap and reins were then put on the pony. In view of the closeness of the rider to the pony it will be understood that only a short crop was necessary. This was either a foot-long leathern strap, two inches wide and a quarter of an inch thick, attached to a very short handle... or a supple, foot-long crop with a leathern tab. Either of these instruments could easily be laid left and right across the pony's buttock cheeks or thighs, which were in such close proximity to the rider. It must be said that this close-up form of solo riding was a very popular one.
The framework and chariot could be adapted if two ponies were in double harness... also, even, if a team of four were in harness.
For the second type of chariot the pony was pinioned to the framework in exactly the same way but was then placed between slim shafts which ran back to be attached to the chariot which was large enough to carry two people if required. Since the pony, in this case, would be something like eight feet from the chariot it was necessary to use a riding whip of a more conventional kind... slim cord with knots, or slim plaited leather with knots, either being attached to a long whippy handle. The handle was about three feet and the cord or plaited leather some eight feet. Thus it was not only possible to lash the pony's buttocks, back and thighs, but also curl it round so that it bit into her breasts.
Ponies were used as a spectacle, for the pleasure of riding them around the track at various paces, and also for racing. The track was wide enough to accommodate four solo chariots side by side or two of the larger variety. However, there was only just sufficient room so considerable skill both on the part of pony and rider was required if collisions and spills were to be avoided. Naturally this was not always possible in the heat of a race and occasionally guests were known to suffer minor injuries as a result. Also, it may be added, that it was known for a pony girl to be flogged within an inch of her life for such 'carelessness'!
As was customary, Nardine's training began with her riding tutor using one of the solo chariots. This tutor, by the name of Marisa, was the same woman who had used her riding crop on Nardine on her first day in the stables. She was aware of the girl's potential as a pony - and that it was intended to team her with Gretel, possibly even for Princess Karina's use. Thus she was meticulous and exacting in her methods.
"Pony eighty-nine," said Marisa, as she took her seat in the solo chariot, "I am going to make you into one of the best performers we have here. Is that clear?"
Pony eighty-nine (Nadine, of course, but all ponies had numbers, not names) nodded her head and made a neighing sound. Marisa surveyed the splendid naked hindquarters before her with some relish. She liked big strong girls. The gleaming white flesh was quivering slightly. Little twitches of dread.
"We begin with the walk," said Marisa. "The thigh is raised to the horizontal at a steady even pace." She took the reins. "Whenever I pull on the reins, you halt." Marisa pulled cruelly on the reins and a whinny of pain came from Nadine as the bit cut into her mouth and cheeks.
"Walk," ordered Marisa.
Thwack... thwack...
The training crop bit left and right across Nadine's buttock cheeks and she moved off. This instrument, incidentally, was somewhat lighter than that used on fully-trained ponies... being a strap a foot long and an inch wide. However, it carried a good sting with it and one of its advantages was that it could be employed with considerable frequency without over-damaging and thus ultimately reducing the pony's performance rather than improving it.
Nadine got plenty of that strap during the next half hour and both buttock cheeks and the tops of her thighs were a mass of pink welts. However, its stimulus had the desired effect on her and, by the end of that time, she was able to walk and trot to Marisa satisfaction. Of course, she was by no means perfect. One could not expect that of any beginner. But both her potential and her steady improvement could be noted. She was returned glistening with sweat to her stall where she was given a good rub down by one of the lads... and also an extra ration of mush to eat before the evening.
The lad gave her a kind of friendly pat on the rump before he left.
"You going to make a good pony," he said. "Very good. I see that already."
With her bottom glowing hot, this news, to say the least, was cold comfort to Nadine!
Following their initial training, the paths of Isabel and Nadine had diverged. It will be recalled that Vesta had bought the twenty-two-year-old redhead Jewess, with such a superb physique, because she was very much a match of another girl already at Quireme. She had realised at once the two would make an ideal Pony Girl team. Vesta was even more pleased when they were put alongside each other. Their height was the same - 5-ft. 10-ins. - and their body measurements - 40 - 26 - 39 were within fractions the same. They also had the same long thighs, the same colouring, the same lushly-soft ivory white skin. The other girl, a German named Gretel, had already been trained as a Pony Girl so it was necessary to bring Nadine up to her standard before teaming them in double harness.
Thus it was that Nadine was consigned to the Stables (also in the deep catacombs of Quireme) where the quarters were considerably less comfortable than those enjoyed by Belle when off duty. In fact, during their initial training the girls were literally kept in stable-like conditions for most of the day. That is to say they stood tethered in stalls, attached to a special kind of light framework which kept them bent forward from the waist, legs straight, back horizontal, arms stretching forward and slightly down with hands gripping a bar to which the wrists were secured. Only at night were the girls released from these contrivances when they were led en masse to another stable where they were permitted to lie on the heaped up straw. They drank and fed only from troughs in the stalls. They constantly wore harness, including bridle and bit and so on. These accoutrements were only removed at night.
In charge of the stables was an obese forty-year-old Turk named Kemal, and he had two young women assistants. Like all overseers and trainers, Kemal had free run of all his charges... and took plenty of advantage of his privileges. It only needs to be added that discipline was of the strictest to understand that Nadine's fate was indeed an unpleasant one.
Like the rest of those in the Stables she was treated just as an a****l would be.
Indeed, to all intents and purposes she was an a****l.
Nadine's day began with a hosing down in the stable yard, along with all the other pony girls - trainees and trained - some twenty-five or more in number. Then the trained girls were taken to the larger stable where they were fed and watered and kept tethered in their stalls to await any guest who might wish to make use of them on the track. Nadine, with three other girls also under training, was taken to a smaller stable and fastened to the special mobile framework in the stall. Then she would be thoroughly rubbed down by one of the numerous Turkish stable boys. Unless they had permission, these youths were not permitted the same liberties as Kemal, the overseer, but nevertheless, they had complete freedom to use their hands in the course of their duties... and took full advantage of it. They were also allowed to slap a pony girl's rump to check any signs of unruliness. Naturally there would be quite a bit of that with new girls under these strange, bizarre conditions.
After the rubbing down, Nadine was covered in a special kind of heavy oil and thoroughly massaged, the other three girls being similarly treated at the same time. This oil imparted a high gloss to the skin. In a sense, they were literally being polished. The quality of sheen on a pony girl was always considered of great importance. Then harness was put on... girth strap, traces, bridle and bit. On the very first day Nadine took unkindly to the bit, tossing her head and pleading to be spared. Several stinging slaps from the lad failed to quieten her and since this was a serious matter (in the first place pony girls not being permitted to speak but only neigh and either nod or shake the head in response to a question) one of Kemal's female assistants was sent for. The young woman, smartly clad in black leather jacket, riding breeches and boots, dealt with the matter immediately. She laid the riding crop which dangled from her right wrist ten times across Nadine's curving bottom and added a warning that if there was any more of that kind of nonsense she'd get twenty. Nadine's yelps of pain, ringing through the stable, were a salutary warning to the other trainees.
The overseer departed leaving Nardine's well-polished rump striped with vivid weals. The lad applied some kind of salve and Nadine whimpered pathetically. Hitherto her fate had seemed bad enough, but this was even worse. Into one of the troughs before her, the lad poured a bucket of water; into another he poured a bucket of mushy bran substance. "You eat all, pony, by evening time," he said.
Nardine gazed through a mist of tears at the disgusting stodge and decided she would rather starve. Then the rein from her bridle was fastened to a ring on the wall and she was left alone in silent misery. Hours seemed to pass with her bent over the framework, the weals across her bottom throbbing like hot wires. Once she dipped her face into the water trough and drank greedily. From time to time she heard sobbing coming from one of the other stalls.
Then, around mid-morning, there was the sound of footsteps and voices. A handful of guests had come to look over the new ponies. One by one they were led out by the lads and paraded up and down, gliding smoothly on the small castor wheels of the framework which they impelled with their own limbs. Nadine was much admired, being patted and fondled by both male and female hands. One of the women extended a hand and in it Nadine saw a lump of sugar. She took it into her bit-filled mouth and crunched, getting another pat on the rump.
"I look forward to racing you," said the woman, granite-voiced.
"Me too," said a man's voice. "Look at those strong quarters. Not to mention the long legs. Quite some filly..."
After a while, Nadine was led back to her stall and tethered up again, there to stay for the rest of the day. Pony girls were always kept initially in their stalls for about a week, before training began, simply to get them acclimatised.
The wearisome day wore on and evening came. With it the woman overseer returned. At once her voice began to rasp at the girl who occupied the first stall.
"Why is this trough not empty, pony? Why? Why? You have had your orders. Eat it... eat it I say!"
The sound of the riding crop across naked flesh sent Nardine's nerves flaring and her face plunging into the trough before her. Above her own guzzling sound she could her the crop continuing to crack at intervals and the awful choking cries of the unfortunate girl.
"Get your snout into it... eat... eat!"
Craaccckkk!
Craaccckkk!
Nadine no doubt ate as frenziedly as the girl under the lash. She had every incentive to.
"Lick it clean!"
Craaccckkk!
"All of it!"
Crraaccckkkk!
Horrible retching sounds accompanied the screams of pain. Nadine herself choked and was nearly sick. But she forced herself on. In the neighbouring stalls she could hear the other two guzzling equally. By the time the overseer reached Nadine's stall, the trough was licked shining clean and her face was plunged back into the drinking trough to clean off some of the mush congealed on her face.
"You eat every scrap, every day," said the overseer, addressing them all. "You need all the strength you can get." Then the stable door slammed behind her.
The thrashed girl wept pitifully but Nadine felt little sympathy. She was only glad that she had escaped a similar fate. Half-an-hour later they were unharnessed by the lads and taken to the straw-filled stable where they slept.
Twenty-five naked creatures lay heaped up together, many in a state of exhaustion. All the same, for Nadine at least, it was a blessed relief to be released from that cruel framework over which she had been secured for the whole day long.
The stable hand examined Nardine's trough to see if she had 'eaten up' well. Fortunately for her she had... all the mush was gone... otherwise she would have felt his crop across her upthrust rump. Ponies had to keep up their strength.
She was washed down with warm soap and water, then dried thoroughly. Then she was oiled all over, the oil being well rubbed in, until her whole body gleamed with a soft, silky smoothness. The stable hand patted her flanks when he had finished. He was rather proud of Nadine. It was nice to know he was in charge of a pony destined for the Princess herself.
He gazed at Nadine's splendid hindquarters and long thighs with considerable longing. Kemal had permitted him to fuck this one a couple of times and he would very much have liked to have done so again at that moment. Still, that was out of the question without permission from the boss. One had to keep to stable rules.
The time for serious training came at last.
First the four trainees were led to the track-side to watch more experienced ponies being put through their paces. They noted the high-stepping action required, whether the pony be at a walk, trot, canter or gallop. It was something they too would have to learn. Moreover, they would have to learn fast and to perfection. For the slightest fault was punished by the trainers. The air was repeatedly filled with the sound of leather biting into female flesh as sweat-drenched bodies were driven towards the verge of exhaustion as the ponies ran, singly or in pairs, around the circular wooden track which was gently banked all the way.
Nardine was rapidly made even more aware that fate had picked out for her the cruellest existence of all at Quireme.
The mobile framework used on the track was slightly different to that used in the stables. At the rear it was very much the same, with the pony's belly strapped down to a leathern pad, this pad being adjusted to a height which kept her legs straight. Above this, however, was another framework to which the pony's shoulders were pulled back and fastened, her arms being folded behind her high up on her back, and inserted into a single leathern kind of 'glove'. This had the effect of making her hold her head high... and kept her breasts thrusting forward to the maximum, rather like the curving figurehead often seen on the bows of old sailing ships.
One of two kinds of 'chariot' was then fastened to this framework. The most common was the single-seated which was set low to the ground so that the occupant's face was on the same level as the pony's hindquarters, these being at little more than an arm's length away. The rider's feet were accommodated in a pair of stirrups which hung down from the leathern belly pad. Bridle and bit, traces, girth strap and reins were then put on the pony. In view of the closeness of the rider to the pony it will be understood that only a short crop was necessary. This was either a foot-long leathern strap, two inches wide and a quarter of an inch thick, attached to a very short handle... or a supple, foot-long crop with a leathern tab. Either of these instruments could easily be laid left and right across the pony's buttock cheeks or thighs, which were in such close proximity to the rider. It must be said that this close-up form of solo riding was a very popular one.
The framework and chariot could be adapted if two ponies were in double harness... also, even, if a team of four were in harness.
For the second type of chariot the pony was pinioned to the framework in exactly the same way but was then placed between slim shafts which ran back to be attached to the chariot which was large enough to carry two people if required. Since the pony, in this case, would be something like eight feet from the chariot it was necessary to use a riding whip of a more conventional kind... slim cord with knots, or slim plaited leather with knots, either being attached to a long whippy handle. The handle was about three feet and the cord or plaited leather some eight feet. Thus it was not only possible to lash the pony's buttocks, back and thighs, but also curl it round so that it bit into her breasts.
Ponies were used as a spectacle, for the pleasure of riding them around the track at various paces, and also for racing. The track was wide enough to accommodate four solo chariots side by side or two of the larger variety. However, there was only just sufficient room so considerable skill both on the part of pony and rider was required if collisions and spills were to be avoided. Naturally this was not always possible in the heat of a race and occasionally guests were known to suffer minor injuries as a result. Also, it may be added, that it was known for a pony girl to be flogged within an inch of her life for such 'carelessness'!
As was customary, Nardine's training began with her riding tutor using one of the solo chariots. This tutor, by the name of Marisa, was the same woman who had used her riding crop on Nardine on her first day in the stables. She was aware of the girl's potential as a pony - and that it was intended to team her with Gretel, possibly even for Princess Karina's use. Thus she was meticulous and exacting in her methods.
"Pony eighty-nine," said Marisa, as she took her seat in the solo chariot, "I am going to make you into one of the best performers we have here. Is that clear?"
Pony eighty-nine (Nadine, of course, but all ponies had numbers, not names) nodded her head and made a neighing sound. Marisa surveyed the splendid naked hindquarters before her with some relish. She liked big strong girls. The gleaming white flesh was quivering slightly. Little twitches of dread.
"We begin with the walk," said Marisa. "The thigh is raised to the horizontal at a steady even pace." She took the reins. "Whenever I pull on the reins, you halt." Marisa pulled cruelly on the reins and a whinny of pain came from Nadine as the bit cut into her mouth and cheeks.
"Walk," ordered Marisa.
Thwack... thwack...
The training crop bit left and right across Nadine's buttock cheeks and she moved off. This instrument, incidentally, was somewhat lighter than that used on fully-trained ponies... being a strap a foot long and an inch wide. However, it carried a good sting with it and one of its advantages was that it could be employed with considerable frequency without over-damaging and thus ultimately reducing the pony's performance rather than improving it.
Nadine got plenty of that strap during the next half hour and both buttock cheeks and the tops of her thighs were a mass of pink welts. However, its stimulus had the desired effect on her and, by the end of that time, she was able to walk and trot to Marisa satisfaction. Of course, she was by no means perfect. One could not expect that of any beginner. But both her potential and her steady improvement could be noted. She was returned glistening with sweat to her stall where she was given a good rub down by one of the lads... and also an extra ration of mush to eat before the evening.
The lad gave her a kind of friendly pat on the rump before he left.
"You going to make a good pony," he said. "Very good. I see that already."
With her bottom glowing hot, this news, to say the least, was cold comfort to Nadine!
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