Chapter 6
We left Galos not long after. Hailey was bored with the place and Eve wanted to draw a line under what had happened there and mend things between them. We moved in to a little cottage in the countryside not far from the city I'd been living in. My memories of my old life there hit me hard when we passed through, but Eve's hand on my shoulder calmed me. With her caring control over me, I didn't need to worry about those times. They just weren't relevant to my life at that moment; it was a different person they'd happened to.
Eve and Hailey took off on long hikes together and after the third, they came back arm in arm, clearly friends again. To seal the deal, they spitroasted me in front of the open fire, until our sweat mingled together freely and each of us came. Later that evening, with Eve's encouragement, Hailey took my cock inside her and rode me to her satisfaction. From then on, on alternate days they took off my chastity cage and fucked me raw. My favourite memories of that cottage are of Hailey sitting on my face while Eve's pussy and hips drove me wild.
The atmosphere in the cottage veered between peaceful and tense, always unspoken. As the weeks passed, they were punctuated by days when Hailey disappeared to the city, more and more often. Eve, though, never left the cottage and I never left her sight; she kept me on a short leash. The days went by lazy and slow, until I gathered from my mistresses that they were looking forward to a big equestrian show to be held at a nearby stables. The event drew owners and admirers of human ponyslaves from many kilometres around. There would be professional and amateur races, dressage, beauty contests, pony rides and even auctions for the sale of human livestock.
On the morning of the meet, a ponyboy-drawn carriage arrived outside the cottage to take us to the stables. The driver, a friend of Eve and Hailey's family, greeted the girls with the loud bluster of a country-woman, and had me sit alongside her in the front seat, "So she could admire your cute little thing," she told my owners. Her own personal slave -- a permanent, lifelong petmale, was caged in the back of the carriage. With a crack of the whip, the two ponyboys drew us onto the road, their powered harnesses doing most of the heavy work.
I myself wore the leather harness that Eve especially liked me in. The straps were cinched tight into my lean frame, a constant reminder of how owned I'd become. I'd never felt safer or more secure, and Eve seemed to understand that -- she put me in the harness whenever I felt sad, or started to be disobedient. It seemed to correct any unslavelike thoughts, almost by magic. Being locked into a harness is like being constantly connected to your owners, held by them. I can honestly say that all slaves should try it, if their owners allow.
We joined a bigger road, part of a procession of carriages drawn by ponygirls and ponyboys, all heading to the same meet. Eve and Hailey waved at friends and acquaintances -- some doing the driving and some doing the pulling. For submissive country girls, living a few months as a ponygirl is a pretty common adventure; for the boys, it's a common choice for something resembling a career, if slaves can be said to have those. In foregoing the use of their voice and their hands, they gain a whole world of women devoted to their training and care. Such women were known for making use of all the assets their ponyboys possessed.
"How are Tower and Castle?" asked Hailey, referring to the two massive ponyboys pulling us along the road.
"They're good boys," said Miss Jones, the driver and their owner, "I let them play together in the evening -- check out the video feed from my farm if you like. They vie for dominance but I make sure neither gets the upper hand for long. It keeps things interesting for me. And them too, really."
"Do you always let them have free cocks?"
"Oh yes, of course. No point caging such fine appendages -- they're always ready for each other. And for me. What about his? You getting much use from it?"
"Lots! Eve gets more. He has one day in the cage and one day free, on and off. We increased his cock to a size 4.5 -- Eve calculated it was the perfect fit for her, and I was happy to let her if that was what she wanted. We thought we'd keep it caged today -- no sense him getting erections all over the place."
"I don't know, I think it's quite funny when you can see them all hard. How does he cope with your mean streak?"
Hailey laughed, "Oh, he copes just fine, I think he likes it really. Eve doesn't care to indulge all my whims though, so I go back to the city and rent slavegirls when I need someone to cry for me."
"Aren't you fifty-fifty co-owners?"
"Hmmm," there was an awkward silence before Hailey continued, "You know you've really brought Tower and Castle's training on this past year. Do you race them much?"
"Around the local circuits, yes. They're fine runners, but they're best at the two-pony buggy races. I'll invite you next time they're competing -- but you'll have to find some other transport. Can't have them getting tired or distracted carrying beautiful half-naked girls around."
Eve and Hailey laughed at that. They were wearing sensible shoes, short skirts and little else -- despite sitting in front of them, I couldn't help but find every opportunity to steal a glance back. I'm sure they noticed, but if they minded they never said. Miss Jones certainly saw, and it must not have struck her as respectful.
With one hand on the reins, she rested the other on me, squeezing my smooth balls and giving me just a little pain. Between her severe riding boots and the whips she carried, I'd never been in any doubt she was strict. I could see her ponyboys Tower and Castle's backs were striped with scars that Miss Jones hadn't allowed to regenerate -- I kept my eyes forward from then on.
Pulling into the carriage park we were confronted with a maelstrom of ponyboys and ponygirls, some decked out in fine harnesses while others went naked except for their mitts, hoof-boots and leashes. It was a common sight to see ponies in armbinders, but many had their mitted hands free. The flows of flesh separated out closer to the big fields -- the bulkier ponies went towards the tracks while many of the slimmer human animals went to the dressage fields or the display cages. Miss Jones bade us farewell and went off to attend to her business as a trainer.
Here and there we passed equestrian women checking out prospective purchases. They held the ponies' mouths open, checking teeth, feeling musculature and observing form. Not a few got the ponyboys hard and measured their length and girth; for the ponygirls, it was more important to feel inside their pussies and arses. I thought I recognised one of the ponyboys who'd been trained when I was, at the enslavement centre. Whoever he was, he whinnied happily as he was sold to a new owner, who beamed with pride at the sight of her new animal.
Hailey dragged us over to the pens and cages where most of the ponies for auction were being held. She asked permission to whip a few, delighting in their startled cries as she expertly tortured them. She had the glint in her eye that I truly feared, and I was glad to see someone else was the target of it. When Hailey turned to me with that look, whip in hand, Eve coughed and shook her head; Hailey turned quickly away with anger on her face, and went back to whipping ponyboys. After a while, a statuesque woman in a strict formal dress approached us.
"Headmistress!" yelled Eve. "I had no idea you'd be here! Oh! Did you bring Desi with you?"
"Hello Eve, it's so lovely to see you again. I trust your mother is well? Good, good. If you mean my ponygirl Teacher's Pet, then yes, I brought her out to the meet. Lots of prospective buyers here."
"You're selling her? So soon?"
"There's little more I can teach her. Oh, you must see her dressage routine, Eve. She's a born ponygirl, she needs a dedicated professional to take her any further. It's already a thing of true beauty when she performs. Really, do come and see -- bring your slaveboy too, I think he knows her from the enslavement centre." I nodded.
"We'll be there, don't worry," said Eve. "Does she know you're selling her?"
"Goodness no. I had no need to tell her, and if she's nervous about buyers looking her over she'll perform less well. Why would I warn a slave I'm going to sell them?"
"I'd never sell Kier!" blurted Eve, "I mean, erm. I suppose it's within my power. But, oh. No." She shook her head, frowning.
"Now now, Eve, no need to fret. You're your kind of owner and I'm mine. If you see Teacher's Pet, don't let on. She'll be auctioned this afternoon -- I want her completely unsuspecting until then. I'm relying on her look of innocent terror to up her price."
"How much longer on her contract?"
"Nine months."
That didn't sound right to me -- hadn't she been on a six-month contract like mine? I never got an answer as to how she'd already had it extended. It could be done voluntarily, or rarely in the interests of the slave's wellbeing, if freeing them would be too traumatic. There could even have been an extension clause in her contract -- some thrill seekers added one to make their adventure in slavery less predictable.
Eve bade the headmistress goodbye and we followed Hailey around the pony pens a while longer. Hailey amused herself interfering with the ponyboys or playing with their long cocks. We watched as the vendors put the animals through their paces and showed off their assets; I was glad not to be for sale like these helpless human animals. Every pony for sale was painted with a number -- their new owners didn't want to know their old names. Hailey and Eve discussed their favourites; their tastes ran towards the winsome ponyboys and the short, lean ponygirls. Dancers just like I was, really.
Hailey took pictures of a few prospects and sent them across to her mother, who forwarded them on to interested buyers who couldn't make the meet. Hailey was angling for finder's fees, trying to connect the right ponies with the right owners. It seemed like she had some skill. Of fifteen suggestions, three made purchases remotely, trusting to Hailey's judgement and the slaves' detailed public profiles. With her new profits she insisted we go and bet on the races; I'm sure she was excited at earning and betting her own money rather than her mother's.
Eve led me by my leash through the pony market, past the food stalls and up to the side of one of the grand race tracks. I followed her proudly. Hailey walked by my side, her hand on my bottom, demonstrating ownership and a little affection -- I hoped for her sake that she was coming back round to being my co-owner, though she rarely held my leash anymore. When we reached the trackside fence, she disappeared to buy drinks and came back with a handheld betting computer and two cocktails. The big track was surrounded by mistresses and their slaves, thronging all round the edge to get a good view.
Hailey clicked her fingers at me and pointed to her arse as she leant on the railing to watch the next race. I dropped to my knees and planted my tongue between her cheeks, like dozens of other slaves were doing for their owners all around the racecourse. I made sure my legs were open so my dangling caged cock was on display -- hoping to improve Hailey's mood by being completely submissive to her. Hailey's first horse came in second -- she lost the bet. The next one came in third, and the one after finished dead last. She shook her hips and pushed me away.
"Your tongue's giving me no luck today, slaveboy. Figures. Try being Eve's lucky charm instead."
