CHAPTER 18: THE SPOILS OF VICTORY
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After the match between the Caballeras Azuls and the Jaguars, Don Hernan threw a party on the lawn beside the Hacienda.
This was intended to be a relaxed affair; champagne and an elegant buffet served by waitresses wearing nothing more than toe boots and steel collars. However, there was a definite undercurrent of tension as a result of the home team's defeat.
The players were invited, the visiting players all appearing in their jaguar skin bikinis and boots, heeled this time to add to the allure of their powerful bodies as they strutted around the gathering with their leashed, muzzled charges (perhaps best described as 'petgirls') crawling at their sides.
The loosing players attended too in their blue leather bolero bustiers and tiny ultratight shorts but did not take part, kneeling with their ponies in a line to one side, the ponies still in full harness and bridle, hooded again (if they'd ever been released), arms restrained behind them in the triangular training sheaths.
There was no sign of Carmen, the seconds' captain, and I suspected her evening would be considerably less pleasant.
Bruises on the kneeling girl's breasts, players and ponies, suggested they had already been chastised and, I suspected probably would be again; the players would most likely be punished as much as the ponies once extracted from their leather clothes.
Goose and I were re-introduced to Don Carlos who was at least twenty years older than Don Hernan; with his receding white hair but radiated a youthful sparkle with the elation of his victory. The Cabelleras Azuls was the top team in the Club and, for an upcoming side like his, to beat them, even the second team was a triumph. He flirted gently with the Goose, who was dressed this evening in a sleeveless pink linen blouse, white miniskirt and heeled boots; to my surprise, she flirted back. He showed quite an interest in the village and the pony race to the point of suggesting that perhaps he could enter a 'mare' in the coming year's race.
Goose agreed to put it to the committee and, before I knew it, they were swapping email addresses and phone numbers.
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The early evening entertainment was provided by Barbie in the form of one of her dressage routines. Prancing in her dress harness between the shafts of a borrowed gig, the huge breasted blonde drew quite a crowd as she performed under the direction of Charles' whip. The kinky trollop was clearly pulling out all the stops, exchanging her usual purple for 'azul' and wearing a corset that I would swear was at least two inches smaller that her usual dressage girdle, giving her what was literally and hour-glass figure and further emphasing her huge chest and the flare of her hips and lovely round bottom. She wore a tail too that danced like her hair, perhaps demonstrating to the assembled company that, like the Caballeras' cheerleaders, she was there as eye-candy. Her clit and nipple bells jangled above the backing music as she moved, hooded and utterly obedient to the whip and her single clit rein, thighs rising like pistons, feet en-point. I was pretty sure she was stuffed with huge dildo too like the one I'd seen after she'd performed in Mares-de-Launce at my first pony race.
After this, it was Rubber Dolly's turn, negotiating a hastily constructed obstacle course which was not all that different to some of the training courses the ponies at the Hacienda used. The sexy brunette performed beautifully although it was a few years since she'd entered the field events, marking time, with perfect knee lifts and reversing and jumping on command; she looked gorgeous between the shafts of Reuben's gig but from the bruises on her skin was clear she'd suffered a lot of abuse, most of it I suspected from the stablemistress. There seemed barely a square inch of flesh on her usually perfect white skin that wasn't scratched or bruised and I'd heard rumours that, after the incident with the river mud, Juanita had driven the sultry mare back and forth through a thicket of brambles until she'd been so exhausted, she ended up helplessly tangled in them and had to be cut free. The stablemistress had then punished her for such weakness with a pussy whipping before spending the night enjoying the lovely brunette's new tongue stud while dripping hot wax all over the helpless beauty's breasts and nipples.
Reuben, it seemed was entirely happy with this arrangement and, after the match I seen him off to take a tumble in the hay with a fully harnessed ponyboy. It seemed that Reuben and the lovely Miss Carter had a very open relationship; although, of course Bryony and I were enjoying a similar degree of freedom here in Argentina; an opportunity to sow our wild oats as it were. Bryony I knew, as well as sleeping with PLT's head between her thighs was being passed among the coaches and established ponies all eager to enjoy her (to them) exotic charms and considerable oral skills. By all accounts, it was role she was thoroughly enjoying and, I'd heard, when not being made to munch, lick or suck pussy my fiancee was confronted with a line of ponyboys and stable hands eager to experience her willingness to make her various orifices available to them.
It's as well I'm not a jealous man and that I had the distraction of free and ready access to nubile ponies, kinky players and horny dancers.
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I think some of the crowd were a little perplexed by the fact that the dressage and obstacle course were events in themselves and not training for something more significant. Cream tried to explain but I'm not sure it cut much ice. However, as Reuben, recently returned from his tryst with the ponyboy, drove Rubber Dolly off the course, Juanita stopped him.
'How difficult can it be?' She asked, almost elbowing him out of the gig in her haste to have a little more whip time with the helpless brunette between the shafts.
Rubber Dolly seemed confused for a moment but, obedient little mare that she was, trotted back onto the course with Juanita's whip slashing across her buttocks.
'Come on you worthless cunny slit!' Jacintha called, presumably dispelling any doubt in the sultry mare's mind, if any existed, as to who was driving her so brutally.
To be fair, Juanita made a pretty good fist of it though her technique was a little rough and, on a couple of occasions, I think, Rubber Dolly was deliberately difficult. It reminded me of Camilla's comment about taming a polo pony.
When Rubber Dolly trotted off the course clearly exhausted from her double performance, Juanita was clearly exerting her control by holding the lovely mare's clit rein eyewateringly tight as she lashed her mercilessly forward. When they got back to the stables, I guessed Rubber dolly was in for a hell of a night.
Whatever the crowd thought of our village entertainment, Don Hernan applauded loudly and everyone accordingly joined in.
As before, he seemed particularly taken with Barbie and, putting his arm around Charles lead him off for a quiet discussion leaving me literally holding the reins.
Barbie might be pushing fifty but she was nearly as hot close up as she was in the dressage arena. Standing next to me in her on her toes, body corseted and head upright, her posture enforced by the tight bondage of her arms and a punishing high neck stock, she looked like the perfect (ponified) sex doll. She was a woman who clearly looked after herself and the breast implants stretched her skin giving her bare breasts a surprisingly youthful look, I'm pretty sure she's had something done to her bottom too. I couldn't help patting it gentle.
'Gog!' She said through her gag, a simple bit rather than the usual huge ball gags she customarily wore. 'I'm sho gugging horny!'
She rubbed her thighs together.
She smelt of sweat and sexual arousal.
Cassie was right; her mother was a slut.
Then I heard a sound, a soft buzzing.
It was coming from Barbie.
I couldn't resist pressing my hand against her belly and then sliding it down.
Her whole belly was quivering and, as I probed between her legs feeling passed the rein clipped to her clit, I could feel something hard vibrating; it was big too, bulging through her labia which were stretched around it; tiny chains between the piercing rings holding it in place; some sort of sex toy stuffed into her vagina; she must have had a hell of a time performing her dressage.
'Gugg!' She said swaying slightly. 'I shing I'm going do gum!'
