Fantasy or Reality
written and orgasmed over by poenkitten
35. Ups-N-Downs
Race day broke bright and glorious as only a morning in California
can. EvilKath curried her pony and watered her, but denied her any
feed before the race. They had a ways to travel and she did not want
the girl to have a nervous stomach. Hooking the small 1 horse travel
trailer to the car, she turned to harnessing her pet. Each strap was
pulled tight and secure and lovelyldy was fitted with a light racing
bit. She was not yet harnessed for the race but only for travel.
Leading her filly into the trailer she secured her reins to the cross
brace and slide the special padded bars before and behind to hold the
girl steady as she rode. She was not taking any chances that lovely
would injure her fetlocks during the trip. Lovely chewed on the bit
and played with it as she was settled in the straw and the lightweight
sulky was loaded. EvilKath had found the bamboo and aluminum sulky at
a horse sale and thought is would be perfect for the girl. The traces
were narrow and the sulky itself built for Welsh ponies. Finally
satisfied that she had done all she could to train and protect the
filly she donned her black and red silks and climbed into the car for
the drive.
Most of the Sadist had started early that day...the rematch would
prove exciting and better yet it gave them a chance to gather and
enjoy another day of torment.
Chuck had survived his first night at home with DebiJean and
rabidchia, his wounds had been cared for. It could not be said that
his first days there were pleasant but other than general torment it
was nothing he could not bear. He was nervous though today, for his
pain for the day depended heavily on the outcome of the race...he had
been promised that if lizette lost he would be castrated leaving only
his balls for his owners play pleasure...if lovelyldy lost, he would
not be castrated but his cock would be skinned..he was unsure of which
pony he prayed to win.. neither seemed a pleasant prospect. Rabidchia
too was unsure of which pony she hoped would win, for her meal for the
night would include a portion of chucks anatomy, either way. DebiJean
made her slaves scrub each other carefully...and dress for the day.
Rabid was bedecked in a sheer white silk gown that hid nothing and
emphasized the girls healthy attributes. Chuck too was dressed, in a
floral straw hat and micro yellow sundress. He teetered on 5" heels to
match the dress and his cock and balls were tied back between his
legs. Embarrassed he was forced from the house and into the backseat
of the Kia...almost wishing instead that he was riding in the more
spacious trunk again.
Brandy had spent the days between learning her Masters signals and
adjusting to her new home. Friday dawned bright and clear as she was
called from her cage and walked outside in the high grass to relieve
herself. Bruno barked and ran happy rings around her. She was in full
estrus cycle now and his urge to breed with her often was great. Glen
had taken a couple of days off from his business to work with the
girl, she would have new tricks to show his peers. Brandy was
surprised when she was led back into the house and put into the
bathtub. Glen attached her leash high onto the shower head and
proceeded to bath and groom her. He wanted his bitch to show well at
the race. It was the first time in days that Brandy felt pampered at
all as she was cleaned inside and out. finally Glen inserted a tampon
so she would not stain the truck bed and caged her while he groomed
Bruno. Glen had decided to use the F150 today and put Bruno in the
cab, then led Brandy to the back to lift the girl in. She had lost a
little weight under the dog food regimen and he was able to handle her
easily. Her heart caught in her mouth as she realized that she would
be exposed to the eyes of other drivers on the road and looked at Glen
with fear. The man laughed knowing what was going through the girl
mind and left her kneeling there as he went back into the house.
Brandy looked and saw that Bruno was trapped in the car and Glen was
inside. Maybe...just maybe...she could see a house set about 10 acres
away...she should be able to get there and find help. Standing she
groaned as her knees popped. She was stiff but sure that she could
still run, she had a good reason to force her legs to work. Leaping
from the truck she cut across the grass and ignoring the fact that she
was naked flew toward the other house. Glen came out and saw her
headed for his neighbors, a man he had supplied with a bitch for his
own dog. He hit the control for the shock collar and saw the girls
hands fly toward her throat as she looked back in terror, but kept
going. Opening the truck door he gave Bruno his favorite command
"Fetch her". The dog leaped from the truck and galloped after the girl
his long legs eating the ground between them quickly. Brandy looked
back to see if Glen was chasing her and spotted Bruno. Trying to
zigzag and keep the dog guessing she raced toward the other house
determined to find help. 4" away from the girl Bruno launched himself
knocking her to the high grass. She sobbed silently...so close yet so
far away. She had covered half the distance in her run.
Bruno nipped and snapped at the girl as she walked back to the house.
There was nothing left to her hopes as she remembered FX's translation
to her. "If I ever find you off your hands and knees I will amputate
your legs at the knees.", she knew he was capable of it and began to
shake as she was forced into the truck bed and the cage. Glen smiled
coldly and draped a cover over the cage. She had been so close...and
yet further from safety than she knew.
Mercies sat quietly next to Skruffy as they took off for the day...she
warily watched her Master as he drove. She had seen him loading the
cars trunk with several wrapped packages and remembering her harrowing
experience at the "party" did not want to know what was inside.
Gene had been busy preparing for the race that day, his mare was well
rested and the track had been wet down and combed. He had the caterers
deliver a catered brunch, and fresh corn on the cob simmered in a
large pot while ribs slow smoked on the grill. They would pick up the
remains tomorrow, but for now everything was as he wanted it. He
watched from the stable as the first of the cars arrived. Lizette was
ready, her mouth chomping at the bit as her Master fitted her into her
new harness. Her tail and mane had been brushed to gleaming
brightness, the leather and buckles shown in the soft light. Gently he
petted his mare and began the final strapping, pulling her arms high
on her back and securing them, checking her toughened feet and
strapping her ankles so she would not kick or turn them. He added the
finishing touch a bright white feathered plume that rested and curled
from the top of her bridle. Stepping back and looking at her, he knew
she looked like the champion she was, her flesh firm and quivering in
anticipation of the race to come. He led her from the stall and
wandered outside to greet his arriving guests.
Enjoying the day the sadists wandered about the grounds looking over
the ponies, enjoying the repast laid out for them. Even the slaves
seemed to be enjoying the bright sun on their skins and the treats
their owners dropped for them. Grimli followed Eisanna closely,
choosing and offering the perfect tidbits for her palate, wildrose
complimented each with a sip of white or red wine ready for her
Mistress to wash her palate. The only slaves that seemed nervous were
chuck and Brandy. Brandy followed Glen closely, her body shaking as
she hoped he would forget about her trying to run. She knew there was
little hope, but prayed that if she performed well at his signals he
would only beat her, not cripple her. chuck looked at the two ponies
standing at rest, and groaned, he could not choose which he wanted to
win, but prayed it would not be a tie....he did not know what would
happen to him if it was.
Karen and NuBaby rested in the sun, watching their respective owners.
The trip had been arduous for them as neither were fully healed, but
the rare opportunity to get out was appreciated. NuBaby had been
forced to kneel on the floor of the van the entire way, her open
mouth surrounding Tony's cock as he drove. She had been bound tightly
and lifted into and out of the van...she would have no chance to run.
The last of the guests arrived...FX's car choking and fighting its way
down the long driveway with Dude at the wheel. Silence greeted their
arrival as he kicked FX from the car. The handsome man looked as if he
had been run through a mill. Strapped into his mouth was a bit, one
rein led over his back to hold an enormous dildo in his ass. If his
head dropped he forced it deeper, if he lifted it he pulled on the
other rein tied off around his balls. With his hands cuffed he was
unable to defend himself from the crop strikes or pinches Dude used to
guide him. Whispers ran through the crowd as they watched one of their
own captive to an ex-slave. They watched as FX was forced up to them,
his eyes pleading for help and turned away. No one spoke to Dude as
they contemplated what to do.
Gene and EvilKath backed their ponies into the traces of the sulkies
and silently led them onto the track. Tapping the ponies with the whip
they started them on a warm up walk around the track, allowing them to
get the feel of the ground. Each pony stepped high and wide as they
pranced the full distance of the track. At long last they came back
around to the Start line and DebiJean raised the starter pistol. With
a loud "CRRAAAACKKKKKKK!" as they drew even with the line she signaled
the start of the race. Gene and EK laid the whip across the girls
asses, and the ponies broke from the start line into a high stepping
trot, dead even. Both drivers snapped their whips as the ponies
settled into even strides, each conserving the strength of their
ponies, feeling them grab at the bits as they were held in check.
Lovelyldys legs rose and fell with precision, trotting easily, her
lungs drawing in the air and breathing softly. Lizettes longer stride
put her a little ahead of the smaller pony as they entered the first
turn. Gene pulled the reins and slashed at her right hip, moving his
pony to the inside rail where the ground was softer but the distance a
shade shorter. Ek brought her pony to the outside, keeping her just
off Genes right wheel and under tight control.
The days of exercise on the beach sands had stood lovely well, though
she had to take two steps to every one of lizettes she trotted
steadily. She could hear the chuffing of her breath as she inhaled and
exhaled steadily. Ek worked the nipple and cunt reins guiding and
controlling her pony, feeling the coiled power of the small filly as
she paced alongside the other sulky. Lizette gripped the bit in her
teeth , wanting to stretch out and trot faster forcing the race to an
early conclusion and a quick win for her. Gene could feel the tension
and the eagerness of his mare as he led her into the back turn for the
first time. He knew that steady trotting until the finish would win
this race with his mare having strength to spare. He would not make
the mistake again of letting her burn out before the end. Lizette
listened to the creak of the new harness, moving with her rhythmic
stride, she could hear lovely pounding the dirt behind her, and
chaffed to be allowed to trot as she knew she could.
At the fence the sadists stood cheering the two ponies as they crossed
the finish line for the first time, manes and tails flying to snap
back in their drivers faces. Whips tapping asses and legs as the girls
entered the final lap.
Now the drivers held it all in their hands. Whips flying they jockeyed
for position as they let the reins out and urged their ponies to race.
Lovely running to the outside made a bid for the inside rail, her legs
flying in high kicks as she strained against the sulky and grabbed the
bit in her mouth...Gene whip slashed between lizettes legs and across
her back as he fought to maintain the pole position, his mare stepping
out faster and faster. Drawing abreast of lizette a snap by EK's whip
sent lovely brushing up against the trotting mare, the wheels of the
sulkies clashing together and sparking as they bounced apart. The
crowd watched as the ponies entered the last turn and headed down the
home stretch, the sulkies careening off each other.
Entering the back stretch the wheels locked and the scream of metal on
metal could be heard at the finish line. Desperately Ek and Gene
fought to free the wheels, finally separating them. Neither pony lost
or broke stride as the wheels popped apart and their drivers laid in
the whips. Covered in sweat they could feel the blood dripping from
the lashes as each leaned hard into the traces and put forth her best
effort.
At the finish line the crowd waited breathless as the ponies trotted
flat out the final 600 yard. Chuck knelt with his heart in his throat.
