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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 chainsto the clasps in my breasts, and locked the chains to an eye-bolt that wasin 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 woodskept me awake.

When I finally started to awaken from my deep sleep, I gradually becameaware of the dull aches and pains that marked various parts of my body. Mynose hurt the most, a dull ache radiating from the bridge, across under myeyes, and up into my temples. My legs and ribs where I had been kicked werediscolored into blues and yellows. My dry split lip stung as I ran my tongueover 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 horsea coupla more shots at the mare, the stables gotta get cleaned out, an' theboys all had such a great time lest night, they're all coming back fer morethis evenin'. Might even bring a few more guys with 'um jest so's you don'tget 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 ina few days I guess. Tommy set it for ya after ya passed out last night, soit should be pretty good. Looks straight ta me, anyway. The black and bluesunder yer eyes fade in a while as it heals."

Clint took a key out of his pocket and unlocked the locks the held the chainsto 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 horsehot 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 dictatingmy speed and movement. I went a little ways into the woods looking for a "suitable" placeto relieve myself, and began to feel a bit better as the motion from walkingwas loosening up my aches and pains. When I was done, I made my way back tothe 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 noticedimmediately 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 andthe meal nonetheless.

"We're gonna try an' git that horse in the mood again, cunt," Clint announcedmatter- of- factly, in between mouthfuls of eggs and toast. "Pretty much that'sall we'll be doin' taday. In between that, I wancha ta muck the stables andmake sure the water in the troughs gits dumped and filled up fresh. Think yakin handle that?"

I was eating with such zeal that he caught me mid-forkful, and I had tomove 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 madeof then."

A cold shiver ran down my back, and goose bumps broke out all over me atthe tone in Clint's voice as he so casually made the threat. I knew betterthan 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 whatthey were talking about. Maybe Tommy was right. Maybe I was really startingto become that which Sir Campbell wanted me to be.

After I cleaned up the kitchen, I spent the day pretty much as Clint haddescribed, either on my knees getting his horse in the mood, cleaning the stablesand corral, or being fucked by the two men. Never in all my life had I everexperienced men who could get it up so many times in one day. I was gettingsore from their repeated and prolonged poundings.

They allowed me to sit with them in the living room watching televisionwhen dinner was cleared away. I wasn't aware of how bushed I was, and musthave 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' yata bed, missy. Ya look beat. Yer gonna need yer sleep fer tamarra, so tonightyou'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 tosleep 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 relishthe warm cozy moment. When I finally did get up, I made the bed and wanderedinto the bathroom to pee. When I came out, Clint and Tommy were nowhere tobe seen, but I found a note addressed to me on the kitchen table, which read: "Helpyourself 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 housewasn'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 fellinto a deep sleep, basking in the hot afternoon sun, and awoke to the soundof trucks coming up the drive. Standing up, I saw Clint and Tommy in the firstone, and then recognized the second one as Alicia's black Dakota. Both truckspulled to a stop by the corral. Meredith, Becky and Craig sprang from the bedof the Dodge, naked. Alicia got out and closed the door behind her. Clint andTommy waited while she walked over to them, then the three of them walked overto 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 youpass, you will return with me to my house for the rest of your training. Ifyou fail, then I'll be calling Sir Campbell to see how He wants you disposedof. The outcome is entirely up to you. Now, go with my kids, they'll get youready."

"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 whenI found them. The room was ablaze in light, with all of the table and floorlamps on and the overhead track lighting turned up high. "Meredith saw me firstand said, "I can't wait to see how you do, sara. Mama said she'll let be getmy breasts pierced just like yours if everything goes right tonight."

"She said she'd think about it, Meredith," Becky corrected her, not takingher 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'ssupposed 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'sgoing to happen tonight?"

"We can't tell you," Becky said, looking me straight in the face, "but Iwill tell you that you're gonna get tested like you've never dreamed you couldbe."

Nothing further was said, as we all sat in silence watching the old moviethat was on. Meredith moved over closer to me and, without a word, began aclose 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. Shetook a firm grasp on the "U" clasp and lifted it, toying with it's weight andtesting how freely it loved on the rod. Then, ever so timidly, she began lickingand sucking on my nipple and pulling the clasp straight out from my chest,stretching the skin taut, then releasing the pressure, and pulling again. Shesettled into a rhythmic pattern of tugging and releasing, tugging and releasing,and all the while increasing the pressure as she sucked the nipple, makingit harder and more tender, occasionally nipping it with her front teeth. Ibegan to moan softly, which drew Becky's attention from the tube. She watchedher younger sister for a few minutes, and then got down between my legs andbegan licking my pussy tenderly, sucking my clit between her lips, and lightlymaking 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. Hestood up, and straddled my head, dangling his flaccid penis in my face. Needingno instructions from him, I sucked it deep into my mouth, toying the tip withmy tongue, and reveling in the power I held as he grew harder and longer inmy mouth. He huge ball sack drooped across my eyes and nose. Becky reachedup and began diddling her sister's clit with one hand, while she pushed twofingers into my ass with the other. Meredith's response to her sister was tobegin biting me much harder. Not little love bites, but forceful bites withas many teeth as she could get on my breast. My moans form pleasure changedto cries of pain. Becky stopped licking me and began slapping me on my pussywith the back of her hand, her long finger nails stinging my clit with eachblow, while Craig squatted lower onto my face, driving his now steel hard cockstraight down my throat, and leaving it imbedded there. Becky was now usingher entire hand in my ass, fisting me deeper and deeper with each push. Thepressure was incredible, but I was determined to accept her whole hand, asdeep as she wanted to probe me.

Meredith switched to my other breast and didn't take the time to "warm meup."he commenced to gnawing on me right away, tearing the soft flesh with eachbite. Craig was pounding his cock down my throat and pulling it completelyout between thrusts. I was gagging as he went deeper down my throat, but Ifought against the reflex to vomit, and greedily sucked him harder. Meredithslid her hand down my belly and fisted my cunt, just as Becky's hand brokein 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 wavesof 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 threekids and me! Panic rose in my stomach, as I had never been filmed before! "Justsome 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 takenhours of tapes of me. No big deal. Now c'mon. We need to get you ready." Andsaying 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 bathoil, washing me gently from head to foot. She shampooed my hair twice, witha through rinsing each time. Then, she patted me dry with a soft towel. Thenshe brought me to stand in front of a full length mirror that was on the backof a bedroom closet door. As I stood still, she combed out my hair, perfumedmy 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 blackmascara. She used a thick eyeliner to outline my eyes, and topped it off witha 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 medown the stairs and out the back door. We walked down a gentle hill to a smallshack 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'llbe 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, revealinga small space, maybe eight by twelve. Inside, hanging from hooks and nailson the walls and rafters, were all sorts of human equine equipment: reins,bridles, harnesses, belles, brightly colored feathers and plumes, butt plugswith real horse hair tails, elaborate knee high boots, with thick platformsoles and long stiletto heels, and even some small modified saddles. Therewas 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 aroundmy waist. "Too high," she proclaimed. "They'll want your breast bars free." Sheplaced the corset back on it's hanger with care, and selected another. "Thislooks more to your size."

She placed the corset around me and began lacing it up from the back. Itwas beautiful! A soft dark red leather, with lots of chrome plated rings andhooks. It descended down to just above my mound and ran up to the bottom ofmy rib cage. Meredith got it all hooked up and then began the tedious taskof cinching it tight, compressing my waist to a fraction of it's normal twenty-threeinches. It forced me to stand quite erect, and the constriction of my waistmade 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 handsand wrists, pulling my arms close together at the elbows. The pressure in myshoulders was building as she got it up over my elbows, further pushing mybreasts out.

Meredith gave two quick tugs on the glove, making sure it was going no higheron 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 fora 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 haveis a 9 ½ and that'd be too big.

She knelt before me, and I caught her glance at my sex, as she started topull 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 upand tried to walk.

The soles were about six inches thick, and the stiletto heels were muchlonger than that, forcing my foot into a distorted extension, pointing straightdown. Meredith laced it on, then she repeated the task with my left foot. "Standup," she saying, sitting back to watch.

Awkwardly I stood, trying to balance on the high boots without the aid ofmy hands and arms. Carefully and steadily I rose, until I stood up. The firstthing I noticed was how tall the boots made me, and the second thing was howmuch 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 fashionedof the same color leather as my corset and glove. The harness had blinderson the sides, making peripheral vision impossible. "Open up," she said, slidinga cold steel bit in between my teeth. I bit down on the cold chrome as Meredithbuckled the cinches, holding the bridle tight in my mouth, and drawing my cheeksback in a sardonic smile. She lifted the reins over my head, and stepping behindme, 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 seateditself deeply in my ass. It was then that I felt the light tickle of the longhorse hair that cascaded down my thighs and past my boots. She then selecteda shiny silver bell, which she attached to the clasp in my septum, and to topit all off, she produced a feathery plume in bright violet, which she affixedto the top of the harness.

"All done. Give me a minute to get dressed, and then we'll go out to thecorral 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 wasa bright crimson red leather. While she was preparing herself, Becky and Craigjoined us in the tack shed. "Could you help with my glove, Craig," Meredithasked?

"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 cinchup her bridle and her words were garbled.

Becky dressed herself just like Meredith and I, but her leathers were alight 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 theearly evening air.

I felt my nipples stiffen in the cool and. A stiff breeze was whipping thetress and kicking up dust in the corral. One by one, Craig checked the fittingson each of our outfits, making minor adjustments to the belts and cinches ashe went. Then, when he was completely satisfied with his work, he took ourreins and lead us up the gentle slope to the corral. I was amazed to see aboutthirty 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 beganwalking over to us, and started inspecting us. Soft hands felt my thighs andbuttocks. Another pair of hands grasped the "U" clasps that hung from my breastbar and gave them a strong pull. A hard slap to my ass caused me to jump. "She'sa 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 centerof the corral. "Thank you.

"First, and foremost, my sister Alicia and I would like to thank all ofyou for coming here tonight. These events are so much better when a lot ofpeople 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 theodds on favorite tonight at two to one odds. Meredith is in bright red andshe 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 orso, if you've all had a chance to examine the ponies. The race will be aroundthe 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 inthe 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 willtake Sara through her paces.

"Any questions?"

A woman who had been lightly petting my breasts raised her hand and asked, "Whatbackground 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 ofsteel, 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 afeel for it?"

"Of course, please be my guest. You'll find that it's marked with low flagsout to the far pole, which you can see from here.

"If that's all the questions, then please place your bets while Craig andI hitch the ponies up to the sulkies."

The people wandered away from us and went over to Tommy with their variouswagers. Craig undid the reins on Becky and Clint took Meredith. I wasn't ableto turn my head around to see where they were going, so I just had to bidemy time and wait. A few minutes later, Craig returned for me. He lead me overto where Becky and Meredith stood, hitched to their sulies. The long thin polesthat ran from the cart to the ponies came on either side of the girls, andwas clipped to their harnesses with metal clips. Bells had been attached totheir nipples with clamps, and their jockeys were talking to them softly, caressingthem, and encouraging them to give all they could.

As Craig was fastening the sulky to my harness, my jockey came and stoodbefore me. She grabbed the side of my bridle and yanked my head up so thatI was looking her straight in the face. A long stream of drool spilt out ofmy mouth.

"I'm Rachel Gomez, cunt, and I expect to win tonight. I hate to lose. AmI 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 strideslong and even. I will guide you with the reins in the direction you need torun. Don't even bother trying to watch where you're going. If I see you lookdown at the ground, you'll feel my whip. When I want you to run faster, you'llfeel 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 incentivefor 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 harnessas Rachel got into her seat. Craig handed the reins to her. He then pulledme my the bridle to my left, so that we were in line with Meredith and Becky. "Liftyour legs high for the parade," Craig ordered. "Pony girls must prance proudlyaround the audience."

Then, with Becky in the lead, we were escorted once around the corral foreveryone's pleasure, and up to the staring line. Clint was leading Becky byher 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 greetedby smatterings of applause; some discreet and polite, and some loud and exuberantAlicia 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! Snapthem up, quicker! See how Meredith is doing it?"

I would nod my head as best as I could in answer, but Rachel held my reinsback with a firm grip that forced my head straight up, the drool now fallingdown 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. Theyhad 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 frontof 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 startingline. 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 othertwo ponies , as my pulled back head and blinders only allowed me to see straightout 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 intomy 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 admonitionabout keeping a long stride, so I concentrated on settling into as long a gaitas the boots would allow.

The weight of the sulky and rider was obvious from the instant I startedto run, and with my arms bound behind me, I had to lean quite far forward totry and balance the load.

By the time we had rounded the corral, Meredith was a good ten feet in frontof me, but I still had no idea where Becky was. My legs were starting to burnfrom the exertion of running and pulling the cart. The drool was now comingout of the sides of my mouth, and running back across my cheeks. I was breathingdeeply already, but still I was trying to focus on my stride. I hadn't feltthe sting of the whip since we started. Quick jerks on the reins would movemy 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 startedback 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 thirtyfeet 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 downon my harness. My calves were aching and my thighs were now on fire. I strainedto keep the stride long, and watching hopelessly as Meredith increased herlead over me.

The crowd was cheering as we neared the corral. Everyone was up on theirfeet and shouting for their pony. It was then that I felt the tiny hook atthe end of the whip as it caught me squarely between the shoulders twice inquick succession started to run harder as we reached the corral.

As I made the turn around the corral, Meredith had lost some of her leadon me. Another snap of the whip to my thigh spurred me to give more. As weheaded back out to the pole for the final lap, we passed Becky, who was walkingslowly back, with a broken expression on her face. I couldn't figure what hadhappened to her, but Rachel's whip made it painfully obvious that it was noconcern of mine.

Meredith seemed to be tiring rapidly now as we reached the far pole forthe last time. I caught up to about ten feet behind her at the turn. I sawthe 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 beganto fall in a steady rhythmic staccato on my back. I pulled with all the strengthI 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 rapidlytiring Meredith. Her jockey was flailing away on her with a vicious fury, whileRachel kept her steady tempo on my back with her barbed whip. Each lash toremy back open a little more, the pain was numbing.

About twenty-five yards from the finish, I pulled alongside Meredith andher jockey. Rachel kept my reins pulled taut so I couldn't see Meredith anylonger. She put more effort into my whipping. My lungs, legs and back wereablaze now in fiery pain. The spectators were all up on their feet cheeringas 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 caughta glimpse of my Master, Sir Campbell standing next to her, but it was onlyfor the briefest of instants, and I wasn't sure. Tommy and Clint were yellingat 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 thetime was, a victory lap once around the corral. I passed by Becky sitting ona 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 aroundus, making further motion impossible. They were all congratulating Rachel onher victory. I was breathing heavily and dripping sweat, even in the cold nightair. I could feel the blood on my ravaged back, and drool was pouring overmy bit from my mouth as I gasped for the refreshing, cool, air. Alicia walkedover 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 absolutelyno heed to the thorns cutting into my neck and shoulders.

I felt the sulky shift as Rachel climbed out. Ignoring the accolades, shestrode over before me and caressed my heaving breasts, calming me down. Shethen loosened and removed the bit and bridle, finally allowing me to closemy cramped mouth and swallow. She grabbed a handful of my hair and jerked myhead forward to her face and kissed me deeply, passionately, her tongue probingthe deepest recesses of my throat. I was gasping for air when she broke offthe embrace. "I told you we could do it, cunt. Well done. Well done indeed."

"Quite impressive, Rachel," Alicia congratulated her. "You read your ponyas if you had trained her for years. Might have had a slightly different outcomeif 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 knowhow much training you've put into her, and Meredith as well. It would havebeen 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 thesetwo women discussing me as if I was an inanimate object. I knew better thanto speak, however, and besides, I was still trying to catch my breath and slowmy pounding heart. "......so I would like to see her wearing the chin bars," Rachel'svoice bringing me back to the present. "I think it would greatly highlightand augment the clasp in her septum when she is seen in public, and it wouldsurely compliment the labial and breast piercings when she is naked."

"Sir Campbell handed her over to me completely, Rachel. To do with as Isee fit, so I see absolutely no reason not to pierce her. I don't have thatsteel, 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 wouldmake that alright. I took it from a pony that I retired to wet nursing a fewmonths 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 singletail demonstration after.

"May I have everyone's attention please," Alicia called out. "In recognitionof her victory, Rachel and I are going to pierce sara with a lower jaw chinpiercing. We will place it through the bottom of her mouth. Two rods, one oneach side of the tongue, connected to each other with a cross bar. It willbe bolted from the inside."

"So,"Rachel said, "I'll go and get the steel. Why don't you have Clint setup 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 strongenough 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 fromthe sulky and all my pony gear. When I was once again naked, Alicia took meinto the house and upstairs for a shower. "Scrub yourself really well. Getrid of all the dirt and sweat, and make sure you use an anti-bacterial soapon your face and under your chin," Alicia admonished me.

After I had dried off with a fresh clean towel, Alicia and I went back outto the corral, where we saw a bondage chair set in the middle. Becky, Meredithand Craig were sitting at the foot of the chair, vying for the best view ofthe impending piercing.

Tommy and Alicia set about strapping me into the chair, starting with myankles, then below the knees, across the thighs and waist, above and belowmy 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 ofthe chair. I felt a strap pass across my forehead and get buckled in. Aliciagrabbed me by both sides of my head and tried to shake me head, but the strapsheld it secure. Tommy placed a dental clamp in my mouth, forcing my jaws aswide 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 finishedthat, he opened a bottle of Betadyne solution and swabbed it all around undermy 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 extremelyheavy gauge needle from the case behind me. I heard some of the guests gaspwhen they saw it. She held it before my eyes, allowing it's girth to sink intomy mind.

Many guests had closed in around us to watch the goings on, but I didn'twatch them. I couldn't take my eyes from the needle that would soon be pushedthrough the bottom of my mouth. "What I'm going to do," Rachel announced, "isto place this needle alongside sara's tongue and then push it down and throughunder her chin. In that hole I will set the first post, which will be lockedin place from inside her mouth. I will repeat that same procedure on the otherside 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 makesan excellent place for reins to pass through and it gives the jockey far morecontrol over the pony's head, and makes communication between th jockey andthe pony much clearer."

Rachel turned her back on the audience and faced me once again. The coolnight 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 toone side. I felt her lining up the needle in the floor of my mouth, the sharpprick of the tip tentatively probing for them perfect spot. The next thingI 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 screamedand 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 thehole, 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 ontothe 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 forcedme 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 placedit 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 piercingcan bleed for some time," Rachel announced to the audience. It's very importantthat you keep a watch on it so your slave doesn't choke on the blood or thepackings." They all took a hand in unbinding my straps and removing the dentalclamp. I was helped to my feet as applause broke out from the guests.