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Coach 19
by Paladin
Larry was at the gate by 2 am and rang the bell. He rang and rang
and finally the speaker answered,
"Who dat crazy mother fucker. I done told you'll I ain't opening
till 10am. Now goes home and let a poor black man gets some
sleep."
"Ralph you crazy mother fucker, OPEN THIS GATE AND LET ME IN!!!
Afore I breakes it down." Larry demanded.
"Oh it's you. Did you gets the fillies?? I ain't letting you in
till I is sure that I has to. You be an uppedy nigar and I..."
Ralph began...
"Stop that jive talk and let the man in" The producer demanded
over the speaker. "You know Larry is got the merchandise. He is a
good procurer. Now hit the damn buzzer."
"OK OK But the mother best be with the goods." Ralph grumbled.
BUZZZZ ... BUZZZZ ....
The gate swung open and Larry drove the old large car inside. The
gate slammed shut guaranteeing the security of this unusual
farm.
As he opened the door of his car Ralph and the producer gathered
at the rear bumper. Larry opened the trunk and revealed not one
but two wiggling duffel bags.
"What the hell you do fool? You'se supposed to bring us A ... A
pony. What is this shit. You crazy???" Ralph demanded.
"Don't you know how to count niggar. You supposed to be a
college graduate."
"It be a two-fer sale, man. Don't you know nothing?" Larry
laughed. "You wants I take um back. I gots a deal on um."
The producer demanded, "Stop the bickering and get um inside so
we can see um in the light. Ralph the boy done good. Now help
him and no more jiveing."
"Yea Yea, I just hopes they be good enough for my standards.
After all I gots my reputation to think of." Ralph added as he
grabbed a squirming bag and started for the barn.
As Larry grabbed the other bag the producer said, "Yea You done
good. This could be your regular trade if you give up sports."
"Man what you say? I going to be famous as the winning's coach
in this state and you wants me to settle for bunch of pussy
ponies. Man you must be crazy." Larry said.
Inside the barn Larry fumbled with his ring of keys to unlock the
bags. Intentionally he drew out the process to stay the center
of attention. He knew that when the bags contents were disclosed
he would fade into obscurity very quickly.
After two trips through his keys he proceeded to unlock the bags.
The bags were raised by the handle and disgorged their nude female
prisoners.
"Man what for you brings me this." Ralph said indicating little
Sue. "Don't you know nothing bout minimum size? This one so small
you should of throwed it back. HAHAHA I don't think this un be up
to pulling a sulkie in competition ever."
"Now this un will do but that un, no sense in wasting time with
it. It never train up to snuff."
The producer intervened, "Ralph don't be too hasty. Some of my
biggest distributors are in the east. They see a lot of round eyed
pussy. I'll bet their is a market for this little slant eyed
bitch. I want to keep her for the race. With a special sulkie and
a small jockey...."
"What you say?? I got to get a special sulke soo small and who
going to be light nuff to drive the bitch and not bog her down?"
Ralph demanded. "Be real expensive, and it ain't coming out of
my end. That's a fact Jack. You gots to foot the bills for it."
"Don't look gift pussy in the mouth fool." Larry demanded. "This
here one be good material." Indicating Cathy. "She be dickable
and she got big ass and legs to match. Not too much tit but
well.."
The girls were almost cationic. the abduction, the gang rape and
now being pawed over and discussed like animals. It was too much
for the young females. They just lay there on the straw floor and
hoped it was all a nightmare that they would awaken from soon.
"Well this is the material you got to work with. You claim to be
a trainer do your shit. You got customers coming at 10 remember.
I got an idea who could drive this little one in the race but you
got to do your part. Do get to it." the producer ordered.
"Man it be late and I be tired with all the shits I had to do
with the previous batch. I going to bed after I chain um up."
Ralph answered. "You wants um trained now, you goes ahead. Use
your little cut dick to direct the proceedings."
Larry also felt weary and chimed in, "Yea let's fix um up and get
some shut eye, least till sun up. Sides I needs to be breed
again with the little blond. She sure is sweat with her tanned
hide and big tits. Not like the pale pussy red there."
So the men fasten the new nudes into vacant stalls and went to
bed, after another breeding session, that is.
The new additions were fitted with collars and leather harnesses.
For them the night mare continued.
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When the sun rose over the horizon, the men reluctantly rose from
their sleeping places and sought to plan the day over a leisurely
breakfast. No one seemed in any great hurry to get to the work.
It was decided to hold little Sue back from the auction as she
would not bring much and could prove interesting in the future
race. So the four girls were oiled and readied for their training
with the large wheel. Ralph adjusted the break on the wheel as
their were now four sets of legs and backs straining to keep it
in motion.
The thirst drove the old ponies to excel but the new one had to
be convinced with the whip. Ralph aimed for the ass and calves on
Cathys virgin flesh. Soon she learned to lift those knees and
show that pussy like the rest. She did not like it. It went
against every thing she had learned about lady like behavior, but
the stinging flick of the whip convinced her to abandon previous
norms.
By now Joan and Alice were old hands at it and escaped the
attention of this stinging lash the best. Victoria was still
obstinate and the maddening thirst caused her to want to stop at
each revolution of the wheel. The whip drove her on but she
constantly tried to cover her cunt lips. Ralph was experienced at
this and never failed to correct her cadence and open legged
walk.
Cathy was new to this and she was sure that each step would be
her last. The teaching lash convinced her to step lively and the
hot morning sun caused her to sweat out any spare moisture she
had had.
The buzzer sounded at 9:30 but the men let it ring till 10. No
preferences, this time. No free rides.
Precisely at 10 Ralph hit the buzzer, letting in the anxious
customers.
A swirl of dust came swiftly from the gate bringing the customers
to the straining merchandise. The producer was hidden in the
control room. Larry had dragged and stocked the Bar Cart. It
was positioned in the position indicated by the producer to allow
maximum coverage of the one remote camera and a wireless mike was
hidden inside insuring good audio pickup.
A raised platform was positioned in the training ring. The
'trainees' were kept at their mindless task prancing around and
around. The effect was exotic and not wasted on the arriving
customers.
All the customers from yesterdays meeting were there eagerly
looking over the 'ponies'. They all stayed in the shade of the
bar carts umbrella and sipped their cold beverages. The new
'pony' drew the most interest and comment.
"Looks like a strong bitch. Good legs and not soo much tit meat
to be slapping in the breeze as the blond un. This bitch could be
a winner." George commented, "Wide hips too, good for folding."
"You men all you think of is fucking the bitches. You just don't
appreciate the sport of racing. I think that after I win this
event this year I will sell out and tap my ponies for folding."
Stella said disgusted, "I will make a fee and sell the issues."
"Don't give us that, you old witch. You love the sport and the
sights of the race too much to retire. You will be here every
year the commission holds a race. I'd love to drive that fat ass
of yours in front of my sulkie some day. I'd get you to give a
real record performance." Angela declared.
"Dream on you lezzie bitch. I'll see you pulling Ralphs hay wagon
with load of my nephews fraternity friends up into the hills after
I win this years event." Stella commented, "Then they will make a
real woman of you and your little bitch."
"Mommie make her stop.... I don't like her. Make her..."
"Now ladies be no need for hostilities here. I done, at great
spence and effort brung in another mare for you'se pleasure. No
kneed to argue and fight. Just picks out one and......" Ralph
started off.
"I want the red mained bitch." declared Nick.
"No I saw her first I wants that un. You take the new one."
George argued.
"I want the big titted Blond" Stella demanded.
"Now folks you knows it is going to be a silent auction. Just
like normal. You looks over the merchandise and comes to me with
your bids and checks. After all the ponies been bid on I
announces the winner and gives back the low bids."
"Now no more bickering or I going to fine you'se for disturbing
the proceedings."
Alice was released from the wheel and led to the raised platform
and secured. All the hands went over her assets. Not a word was
spoken. All the customers filed by Ralph and deposited their bids.
Joan was next, then Victoria.
"Look mommie that one looks just like the news girl on Ch...."
Betty was cautioned to silence by Angela. Ralph sculled but after
all she was not use to the auction procedure.
Ralph raised his finger and admonished Angela to keep her quiet.
Betty was silent but this did not stop her exploring the ponies.
Her little hands did everything that the grown folks did. After
all she was learning.
This caused much embarrassment of the captive sweating nudes.
Having to endure a grown man or woman was bad enough but being
subject to a childs attention was degrading.
Cathy balked and Ralph had to drive her sobbing to the platform
and her tears were flowing like rain when little betty did her
inner labia testing. Cathy wanted to die....
With all the stock again secured to the wheel, Ralph snapped his
whip and the ponies began again their endless journey around the
dusty track.
The customers retired to the shade and Larry pored another drink
for all but Betty. She got her soda and ran to again control
Joans sex lips. Happily Betty drank her cold soda and truged
beside Joan firmly holding her Labia.
More later...
