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Coach #8
by Paladin
Ralph left Joan blissfully unconscious over the saw horse and took
a bottle of tanning lotion out to the yard. He wanted his pussy
ponies golden, not all red and blistered.
In the yard Alice was servicing the producers small dick. She
seemed to be into it. After the mornings exertions, this was
almost restful.
"Man you should see what this white boy done done to his dick. He
let um lop off the best part, and all he got left be a stump."
Larry said taunting the producer in the pursuit of his cum.
"Man don't be saying that. These here white boys don't know
nothing. You be telling um the secrete and they go all out and
raise a crop of 5" dicks in 10 years or so. HAHAHAHA" Ralph
added in.
"You two spades are all dick and no brains. OK, without me and my
distribution. and stuff where would you be." the producer
commented.
"Yea yea. Now gets out the way. Gots to get this little pony all
slicked up so she be pleasantly golden in the morning." Ralph
commented taking the bottle of lotion and rubbing it over Alices
straining face even while the producer was sawing in her cunt.
Alice looked up and smiled at the attention. She felt the
soothing lotion and the magic fingers stroking her face.
"AHHHHHH.... Yea this one will make a real whore if she fails the
pony trials. This pussy and tits will be in demand as long as
they stay up. When they fall, and they will fall to her cunt,
then we will have to cut um off, to stop the flopping." the
producer added after his cum.
"Yea she had a real attitude fore the boys done fucked it out of
her. She now be a good pony or fuck bunny. Which be more
profitable? You'll being more experienced in this stuff." Larry
inquired.
"We be deciding that after more training." Ralph said rubbing the
tanning oil into the tits under discussion. He started rubbing
the oil into the pussy flaps and his experience hands caused
rising feelings in Alices body despite her treatment at these
very hands. Her body was responding. She could not help it she
was his to command.
She could not help it. The warm oil and the sun and the big black
fingers inside her holes. It all combined to excite the young
debached female. She had long ago given up being a goodie goodie.
She had been a tease and look what that got her.
Alice had had a couple of boys before the team. Now it was very
tough to differenciate between the team members. They all seemed
to run together and now these men.... They were treating her like
a.... a pussy. From that first moment with Tim in the locker room
she was a sex object, nothing more. She should be horrified. She
should be upset, but with the stuffing of her holes and oil in
her slit... She had become soo horney soo easy. She must be a...
SLUT.
"Ok bitch you'll be ready for some more yard work?" Ralph asked.
He dragged her to her former place on the wheel. He went in and
dragged a reluctant Joan to her former place on the wheel..
"Hay man what be this masked pussy shit. What that black leather
stuff on her head for?" Larry asked.
"Be part of her beauty make over. Once the sun gets that leather
dry it really firm up her face for her. Then tits be expanding
soo much soon her face be falling. This mask keep every dam thing
where it be pleasing. Don't want her nose sticking out between her
tits." Ralph commented jokingly.
Joan heard and experienced the horror of expectation of what
Ralph was doing to her. Her tits were sloshing with silicone and
the pull against her skin caused pain. Her ass was doing the
same. She was horrified. They were going to make her body to
their desire... She should... She did not want to be a sex
object.. or did she????
SNAP.....SNAP.....
"GITTUP YOU PONIES. LET'S START AT A CANTER. SHAKE THOSE TITS."
SNAP.... the whip cut the air beside her left ear and Joan
started to move despite her misgivings over what changes they
were making to her body. Their was nothing she could do. She
started to move out and tried to shake her aching tits. The
sloshing in them assured her that she was beginning to do it. She
should feel.... She did not know.. Then a new feeling replaced
her contiousnesses main focus.
The black leather mask dried in the sun and soaked up all the
moisture Joans poor sweat glands could produce. The heat was
insufferable, and the leather began to tighten up on her facial
skin. Everything was pulled tighter and tighter. She was getting
the equivalent of a face lift as the sun beat down on her. Soon
even blinking became a problem for the straining woman. She
wanted to object, to scream to... She could do nothing but endure
it.
"Lift them knees. Show them pussy lips. Flop then tits." SNAP..
came the commands. Ralph did not let them think about their
position. He kept then anxious and moving. The whip landed mainly
on the legs and back. He did not want to have to repair bruised
tits or bellies. That could effect the resale value of these
ponies.
Through the day, the training went on and on. By sun down of the
first day the apprentis ponies could walk and canter. They could
raise the knees to their tits and boy did they show those neither
lips. In their former lives they would die before showing these
to anyone. Now here the animals were for display. They sought to
please their task master with his whip.
Ralph took Alice in first. He rinsed her off with a garden hose
(cold water naturally), then he soaped her cunt by hand. She
shook with the cold and then with the inner tingling.
The constant manapualiation of her formally private lips was to
give her the knowledge that these were now no longer hers alone.
She looked down and could not remember a time when a black hand
was not there. The fingers inside her heated her insides and gave
her a respite from the days walking and shaking. She mued softly
to show her pleasure but not get a shock.
Ralph then rinsed her out and took her to her stall. She
immediately went to the small nozzle and sucked out the water.
<"Wait a minute. This water tastes funny... it tastes salty..">
Alice thought, but she was soo thirsty that she suctioned and
suctioned the strange tasting fluid.
Larry with his minicam, recently reloaded, recorded her sucking
of the fluid. Her position gave him a hard on and he put down the
camera. He knelt behind the straining nudity and dropped his
pants.
Alice paid no attention to Larry. She stiffened when she felt the
intruder in her slit but she needed the fluid more. Besides the
oil lub in her holes must be for this use. What should she care.
<"Choices, choices,"> thought Larry as he ran his dick up and
down the displayed female slit. <"I tries the small un. See this
lotion shit be what that farmer says. AHHAHAHAHHH....Boy knows
his shit. This be soft like a well worked baseball glove.. Yes
sir... This be a good whore ass hole. Bitch be a real good un,
soo soft, tight too."> Larry thought.
"Now would you look at that. Larry you should let the bitch rest.
She needs the moisture." the producer commented from the stall
door.
"Ain't disturbing the bitch none. She don't mind long as it be a
long black snake. I feels her tongue at the end. Too bad you
white boys don't be long nuff to feel this." Ralph taunted the
producer, not missing a stroke between the white moons.
"UHUHUUUUHHUH Man that be a nice hole." Larry went on twisting
Alice around and forcing her to lick and suck her former ass
fucking dick.
Alice did not like it but what could she do. As she got the dick
clean a sudden realization hit her. The black bastard had pissed
in her water. No wonder it tasted so....different. She would
not... She finished with Larry. The thirst was still there. Her
stomach rumbled. Well she did it before and she was still
thirsty. she turned, reluctantly, back to the nozzle, bent over
and suctioned the vile stuff down into her rumbling stomach.
Ralph came in with a soapy cunted Joan and secured her in her
stall. He went to his cabinet and got down a straight razor. He
went over and commenced to shaving what was left of Joans pubic
hair. Make her more vulnerable. Take the whip better, if he had
to do her there.
The black leather mask had frozen her facial muscles and her
whole head ached from the pressure. The heat seemed to go away
with the suns rays but the pressure remained.
When Ralph was done with the pussy shearing he worked in some
lotion and exhited the miserable woman. Only then did he unlace
the mask and release Joans face from her "make over".
Joan rushed to her nozzle and commenced to suction the strange
fluid. She would have objected to the tainted water but that
would have only brought pain. After all what could she do. She
drank the horrible stuff and hoped for a little relief for her
thirst. With the masks removal her head ache was less but would
she ever be the same??
Ralph opened two cans of dog food and, after liberally salting
it, placed the bowls in each stall opposite the nozzle.
"DIN DIN for bitches!" Ralph called and got down his whip, "Now I
don't wants to waste this here expensive shit so you'll best lap
it all up for I goes to the whip on you'lls asses." SNAP...SNAP
The exhausted girls crawled over to the bowls and despite the
stink lapped the vile stuff up. They had felt the whip during the
day. They knew Ralph could flick his wrist and they would be in
great pain. besides this was the first solid food they had had
in... They did not remember when. The salt added to the flavor.
They did not think of the consequences coming later.
The rumbling of the empty stomachs was evident from the out set.
All the food was lapped up and at the whips insistence the bowls
were tongue washed. No need to use real water. Bitches clean up
the whole thing themselves.
"OK now time for beddie by for bitches" Ralph announced. He took
away the bowls. locked the stall doors, "Going to be a real fun
day tomorrow. Not the slow pace we done today so you bitches best
get some rest. Tomorrow we going get the lead out them asses.
He locked the barn doors as he left. the nude women/ponies were
left with aching bodies and apprehension over what tomorrow would
bring, especially if today was 'slow'.
The lights never went out and the cameras recorded their drinking
and body functioning through the rest period. The salty food and
vile fluid to drink guarenteeded much suctioning through the
period. The thirst would not let then sleep or even rest...
What would the next day's yard work bring......
More to come
