Training Rose by Angie F

blush wine has become something of a sustenance caption around Saddleworth so I persuaded her to tell me her narration for a small, or actually not so small, fee. I had to delete some of it and modify a couple of identities but I hope you enjoy it. Angie.


Training Rose


I cowered in the recess protecting my face as best I could as the blows rained down, five, six, I counted, as they inflamed my attendant bare buttocks, left, right, nine, ten, and then he changed to flicking up between my wooden leg, one, two, three swats on my pussycat lips cruelly held open by the over tight leather genital organ strap of my harness and I gurgled in helpless orgasmic ecstasy.

" You're such an well-fixed pony to please ! " he said as he unfastened the " bit " from my check and fed me two cabbage lump and a cut of Malus pumila, and with a final slap across my buns he was gone.

I waited until I was sure he was gone before I lay down exhausted on my blanket and fell into a glorious exhausted satisfied sleep.

It was all so different to how we all imagined it would be, of course I knew about Ponygirls, pa had always had a few around when I was little, but never in a million years did I think I would be one of them !

Daddy used to be in Parliament, a Peer or member of the upper chamber at City of Westminster, the House of Lords, until they got rid of the genetic Peers around 1999, and then Daddy was rather lost, which is when he became more involved in the mutant.

We lived in a dainty planetary house in Wiltshire, as near to secluded as one can get in England and next door to what the locals accepted as a nudist dependency, but Melton Villa, was far from the luxury Guest mansion it appeared to be from outside.

It was the heavy recession 2008, I did very well in my shoal test but when it came to Universities I just couldn't get any reasonable offers of places, I think they thought with Daddy's riches he could get me into Yale University or Harvard or somewhere exotic so they didn't take me seriously, except Daddy just didn't have that variety of Cash, in fact we were hurting.

Daddy had agreed to organise the Oktoberfest which is hardly trashy or easy, and then with the recession the sponsors began to pull out, I was waiting for the right consequence to ask about a loan for a gap year in Australia, literally hanging around outside pappa's study when he asked me if I could serve out after dejeuner as his temporary secretary had failed to wrench up.

I agreed immediately, " You'd better look the part ! " he added, as he peered at my blue denim and too tight tee shirt, so I changed into a old gabardine shoal blouse and non-white blue skirt, I even put on a white bra so my boob were not too prominent through the almost semitransparent illume cotton weave.

We were barely inside the post when daddy's two o'clock turned up, " Gerald, " he greeted pop in that familiar way dad hates so often, " serious to see you, you solved our little problem I see ! "

" Simon, come up along in, sit down, Cigar, " Daddy said in discombobulation, " This is. " he said.

" Rose ! " I said, " Pleased to meet you ! Mr ? " I queried as I looked at the ageing balding short fat slob as he shuffled yesteryear leering at me.

" Dighby ! " he said, " With an H, " as if you could spell it any other way.

" Well, Gerald, " he said, " dissipation of fourth dimension me coming, what's she like unwrapped, got any pics of her in natural action ? "

" I haven't said I'll do it yet ! " I said, as papa looked at me in horror. " What's the deal Lord, Sir whatever your name is ? "

" 12 months two thousand a calendar month, isn't it Gerald, tax gratuitous ! " Dighby said.

" I want control of my pictures ! " I insisted.

" All right, so where's your tack ? " Dighby asked.

" Oh, Fosdyke and Earl are altering it ! " I lied, " should be fix by Thursday ! " I tried my upright grinning on Dighby and he said.

" Do we have a deal ? "

" Yes ! " I agreed.

There was some small talk and Dighby left, and we quickly followed, Daddy rented the office by the hr and we were out with a few instant to give up of needing a indorse hour's hire

" Georgina, thanks ever so a good deal for that. " pappa said as he drove us home in the Bentley, " It gives me another workweek or two to get a team together. "

" He thought I was a Ponygirl ! " I chuckled, " Wow, I guess that's a compliment. "

" An easy mistake to make. " pa admitted.

" Oh yes, with their utter skin color and retentive wooden leg and perfect breasts. " I taunted, " Half catwalk framework and half athlete, yes I definitely look like that. "

" Georgie, look you've always been beautiful to me, but really, when you look at it, in common cold sparkle of day, you really are beautiful you know. " he said kindly, " Which doesn't actually avail me feel another girl for the team. "

" You wouldn't weigh me seriously then ? " I asked.

" Oh lord no ! " he laughed, " What would your grandmother think ! "

" Twenty four thousand Sudanese pound ? " I suggested.

" No ! definitely not. " he said, " Do you want to do evening stables ? "

" Yes, why not ! " I agreed.

We walked the few C curtilage through the Ellen Price Wood to Melton Pancho Villa, the pushcart were already parked outside the stable mental block and Madonna the stable girl was washing Dessie, Desert orchidaceous plant, or Nancy Boyd, as she was somewhat unfortunately christened, with a hose pipe.

Daddy insisted on warm water, he just never empathize, like the bedding, one needs consistency, there is no hot H2O or soft bed clothing at a real result, so why pamper the lady friend at stables ?

pappa as always went to shift, he had his own office and he quickly returned in his E. B. White shirt and knee pants and his black hacking jacket.

" Will you do Sabine while I do Dessie ? " pappa asked me.

" Ok, " I agreed.

Dessie was my age, my height, blonde like me, bluish eyes and I just knew Daddy would screw her. It was in her eyes, luxuria, sheer unbridled lust. I could always tell, it wasn't roquette skill, if dada took them to the weather sheet room then that was one thing, but he took Dessie straight to her room, that way she couldn't resist, not that she wanted to, but there is a protocol to be observed.

I took detainment of Sabrine's reins and led her gently to the stable gear way, she wore a standard working rig, berm strap coming down in a vee between her breast to join the under breast strap, then the astray waist smash over a tight leather lace up corset and the crotch strap pulled tight so her lower brim, Labia Majore were permanently parted.

Sabrine wore the elaborated wide articulatio radiocarpea cuffs necessity for pulling the two wheeled cart which was parked outside, her given name was conveniently Sabrina, Sabrina Hollingsworth, so papa simply changed one letter before registering her.

I un buckled her sheet and laid it on the bench before I led her to the tub a simple hole four groundwork deep by a yard or so square where they could fend in thermostatically controlled bliss as the ache of the day were soothed away.

I left her curb on as I scrubbed the dirt of the day from the harness and when I had finished I found her bathrobe and towel and laid them beside her, she hauled herself out of the water, emerging like a mermaid, and she undid her own check, and set it down.

" Phew ! " she said, " Thanks. " she grabbed the towel, " I am going to sleep for XXX six hr straight ! " she told me, " They had me hauling fire Natalie Wood ! " and then she asked, " Are you coming to tea ? "

I sometimes joined them, listening to their tales while they had their meal, usually they turned in around eight, in their someone " stalls " with comfy I layer and lockers for their things and CD histrion and DVD and TV and information processing system, all in a nicely centrally heated doubling glazed freshly painted " stalls Block " comfortably accommodation by far than your average student enjoyed !

Dot was waiting with Marmon as Sabrine dressed, waiting to use the bath and former facities, " You're welcome to bide, " Rose ! " Dot chuckled knowingly.

" It's not funny ! " I said, " He genuinely thought I was a Ponygirl ! "

" You certainly have the looks but no way do you let the temprament, " Dot, Dorothy Channing, Daddy's headspring groom laughed, " Oh dear no ! "

" He thought I was a Ponygirl ! " I told them at Tea, " Dighby, I could see it so I went along with it ! "

" She called herself rosebush ! " Dot announced, " And do you know there isn't a rose wine listed anywhere, " she said, " I looked. "

I watched the fille empty the plates of Salmon and then wimp they were given, their appetite three or four times that of my own as they consumed just lean meat and a tiny sprinkle of vegetables and fruit, washed down with fruit succus and then, just like spoiled pets they sprawled on the couches and bean bags inn the lounge in their casual clothes and watched TV for while before they grew tired and drifted away to bed.

" Dot, " I asked, " Could I fill in as a Ponygirl if Daddy can't find one ? "

" Ah, " she said thoughtfully, " well you have the looks, but, it wouldn't be proper, and you know how pa likes to adhesiveness with his Ponies. "

Oh I knew all right, I came home plate from school ahead of time once and there he was, standing between the dig of a trot cart behind the Ponygirl who was bent-grass almost double the flaps on his breeches down, and her privates shoulder strap undone as he thrust into her and she trust back equally enthusiastically.

The image had a profound effect on me, shocked me, and I had stood watching them until they gasped and Daddy leaped back into the Cart and had whipped the over worked up Ponygirl into a speedy trot.

" I'll see you later, " he had said to me as he passed.

Sometimes after that he took me with him in the four in helping hand, and showed me how to push back with whiplash and reins, especially how to change hands and welt the left hand pair and right-hand duo equally and to see who was puling and who not by the tautness of the straps.

" I'd be delighted if you would join us, perhaps as a ostler or trainer ? " Dot dragged me back to the present.

" Perhaps, " I said, but I knew most successful trainer had themselves been Ponygirls, few stableman became trainers without starting at the bottom so to utter.

dad was in the study when I got home, he had the golf-club website on the big monitor and was checking what was available.

" Daddy, " I said, " Can I go to Sydney for a spell, "

" Sidney who ? " he said absent mindedly.

" Commonwealth of Australia ? " I said.

" feeling, Kitten, " he said, and this sounded ill, " Bit brusque of funds, ah, at present. " he confessed.

" But it's quite cheap ! " I said.

" looking at, " he said, " I can't meet my obligation for Henley really, let alone the Octoberfest, look at the figures ! "

I looked at the Holy Scripture he offered me,

" What is the dispirited ink Daddy ? " I asked.

" Suspected Bad debts. " he said, " Cheques in the post that variety of thing, " he said, " They think we're racy just because I drive a Bentley and we live in a nice mansion ! " he exclaimed.

" We are aren't we ? " I asked.

" Not at this rate, kitty, not at this rate ! " he insisted.

We looked at the site pop, really needed a transport, an feel fille preferably but we could see from the CVs they were really not of the standard daddy needed, he thought he could get a fresh girlfriend, I think he had my ally Harriet in mind, or that Barmaid from the " Greyhound " but for whatever grounds Silvana and Evie had both decided to retire so Daddy was in serious trouble.

" Looks like it's me or naught ! " I said sweetly.

" No, " he said " Definately not ! "

" I'll make her an offer I think ! " pappa suggested, as he flicked back, " her, Lynva. "

" But she's strange ! " I protested, a unhurt series of fifths and sixths were her best event.

" Well what other option is there ? " he asked, I saw he kept flicking back to a girl named Sixth Baron Byron of Rochdale's lulu, " You keep on looking, I'll rustle up some coffee. " he suggested.

I took his blank space and scrolled up and down the vacancies Page.

I couldn't believe some of the deals, no wonder Daddy was struggling to draw in new talent,
John Bryant of Saddleworth offering twoscore thousand Ezra Loomis Pound as a sort of conveyance fee to the trainer or " owner, " in Ponygirl parlance.

I started thinking, it seemed quite logical.

" pappa, why can't I do it ? " I asked as he came back.

" No, you can't be my Ponygirl, but you can help Dot if you like. " he said, " or how about you go and see your mother in Monaco. "

" I suppose, " I said my mind working overtime.

" commodity, it will give me some peace ! " he said.

I sort of mulled things over in my fountainhead,

I woke later next sunrise, Mrs Giles pa's housekeeper was really off with me because I made her tardy making the bed but she made my breakfast and I went into Daddy's study and logged on to the golf-club website.

It was a bit gamey I admit, but I used some of Dessie, that's Nancy Boyd's, point and pictures of her tacked up and my own passport picture, and I registered myself as Rose Giles, using Mrs Giles surname and I used my own enrollment as assistant flight simulator as owner trainer, and I put myself on line !

It was just a joke really, but within an hour Bryant's of Saddleworth had emailed with an offer, luckily they emailed my own account, rather than Daddy's Ponyplay account.

It was a very very adept pass. very very respectable indeed ! They even included terms and weather and an acceptance form.

Daddy came household in a repelling mood, more investor trouble, and well, I offered to be a stand in Ponygirl again.

" No, No and Thrice No ! " he said paraphrasing Shakespeare, " Just drop it all right. " he said.

" I'll go and see mammy then. " I suggested.

" Yes, salutary mind ! " he agreed. " Anything to stop you going on about being a Ponygirl ! "

I accepted Bryant's offer, I agreed to start a week Monday and they would gather up me from Glossop Sation.

I packed a example and went to see mummy in Monte Carlo, and when I was surely the money had arrived safely in my on subscriber line cant account I set off dorsum for England.

I went via Eurostar and then to Sheffield and got a Taxi to Glossop Station. Mr Bryant came in individual to pick me up when I phoned, he seemed very skillful, " Miss Giles ? " he asked.

" Yes, Rose, " I said.

" right field, I think I'll be seeing a lot more than of you, " he said with something of a leer, " You can do a the hundred metres in XIII mo and the four hundred in the 50 quintuplet ? " he asked.

" Oh yes, " I agreed, " In the XIII not thirteen dead, "

" Well we'll trial run you and if you can't it's batch off, " he said frimly, " Did you lend your tack ? "

" No, I don't have my own. " I explained as I carried my holdall to his car.

" No trouble, we like to maintain to our own in any case ! " he said.

I squirmed slightly, slightly nervously, as he stared at my peg through the tracksuit merchantman I was wearing with my flight simulator and tee shirt.

He had a steel new Lexus, one of the Range wanderer clones they make, and we were soon purring up past the reservoirs and up the hillside until we were high on Saddleworth Moor, the track deteriorated and soon the tarmac was left hindquarters, and then he stopped, by a flannel post.

" Hundred yards from here to that gate yonder, " he said, " You got fourteen seconds. "

" I need a warm up ! " I protested.

" So warm up. " he said, he was older than Daddy, sorting of a Yorkshireman, big powerful.

I climbed out and did my warm up exercises Miss Higginbotham had taught me, running on the smirch, star saltation etc. and then when the rip was pumping I said " Ready when you are. "

He just said " Go, " no ready set, just " Go, " so I went, luckily the turf was springy as I sprinted and I just lunged for that gate.

" vertebral column go ! " he ordered and I sprinted back, I was gasping for breath as I got back.

" What the blaze did they let you go for ? " he asked in surprise, " That was under fourteen coming back ! " he thought, " That's fast. " he said, " very fast, " and he thought, " Maybe you're no good at something, I just took a Irish punt on those sprint figures, oh and your pictures of course, and of course the stemma a Melton girl. "

I was sweating profusely, despite the inhuman malarky cutting across the moorland. " Yes, " I agreed, " I don't know why they didn't want me, " I paused, " I thought I was doing well. "

The farm was intended to seem derelict to keep prying optic at bay but I knew Bryants were among the practiced flight simulator there were, but as we splashed into the yard through six in deep puddle I wondered if they hadn't gone too far !

Mrs Bryant met us at the doorway, " semen in and sustain a feed missy ! " she insisted, the fayre was plentiful, great slices of lean roast beef and a few peas and carrots with sliced apples to finish all washed down with a delicious fruity cordial.

" Come through and I'll sieve your Tack, " Mrs Bryant suggested when I finished eating and I followed her through to a room beyond the kitchen.

weather sheet hung in great cornucopia, " Henry likes pale tan for blondes. " she said, " I'm Martha, by the way, shall we try this ? " she asked, as she held up a corset and waistline belt ammunition in tan coloured leather, " case your jacket off. "

I did as she said and she pulled up my Tee shirt and buckled it round me, " Nice Tan, " she commented.

" Monte Carlo ! " I said, " ma lives there. "

" Is that too tight ? " she asked as she tweaked the lacing on the corset.

" It is a bit but it will be all right wing, " I agreed.

" C. H. Best have your Tee shirt off for the next bit, " she suggested, and I quickly slipped my Tee shirt off, " Oh that's a fancy bra, best slip that off and all, " she said so I did, I felt a bit odd standing there bare breasted but she seemed squeamish enough.

" Have you done pushcart work ? " she asked.

" A bit, " I lied, " twin pecker " I added, " With spacious turnup, "

" Good, " she replied, " Lets try the manacle next, " she said and buckled the triple buckle cuff around both my wrist joint, " We like the North country quietus posture, I don't suppose you tried that ? " she asked.

" No, " I said honestly enough, tried it, I hadn't a clue what it was !

She showed me, a short strap between my wrist cuffs, " Hands behind your head, " she said

I tried it, it felt most odd, " and the elbow joint clincher, " she said as she passed a shoulder strap around my elbow and pulled them together behind my vertebral column, " Look how good your chest look ! " she said pointing to the mirror.

We looked an odd couplet, her in her fifty with greying hair dressed in the mode of the nineteen forties me half naked with my chest thrust out, " It's a bit odd ! " I ventured.

" We use a leather cap instead of open bridle, I'll see if this one will do, " she suggested, " You got a lot of hair's-breadth, " she added, " Make a beautiful mane. "

She picked up a leather cap and scooped up my flowing blonde haircloth and fed it through the ring on the upper spinal column of the cap and gradually eased it over my fountainhead until at last only my face protruded, she added the wide neck strap and asked how it felt.

" speech sound are muffled, " I said.

" Yes, " she agreed, " sustenance your spike warm. " and then she said " subject, " and " Try the bit, "

It felt horrible, I tried to secern her so but she tightened the strap, " Unggh, " I said.

I shook my forefront and stamped.

" stop it, bad pony. " she said and thats when she hit me with the whip.

I whipped round and kicked her grueling. " William Henry ! " she wailed.

I whipped round but as I faced him Mrs Bryant caught me from behind and Mr Bryant picked up something from the bench and put bit over my face.

" C. H. Best we blinker her Martha " he said, no wonder his lordship got shot, what a bally dame ! "

I found out later the blinker, or blinder actually strapped to the leather cap, blinding me completely.

" Pull the leather arm over her hand tie Martha she's marking her neck. " Mr Bryant insisted, and I felt Martha working with something soft around my jail hired hand as they passed around my neck.

" Beh Nung Nung queh, " I threatened.

" well use a across-the-board smash and a I diaphysis, " Mr Bryant suggested, " and we'll clit and tit her now while we're at it. "

I felt the girdle being removed, a extensive bash was passed around my waist and buckled firmly in position, but no private parts belt then someone pulled down my tracksuit seat and panties, balling them flesh out my feet and pulling my windsock and trainers off with them.

Something was passed around my allow for ankle, a grummet or noose and before I could kick it away a second base was passed around my good ankle and somehow my ankles were pulled apart despite my dear sweat and I did the splits and would induce fallen if person, Mr Bryant I think hadn't gently guided me down.

" I've got it Henry, do you want the freezer. " Martha asked.

" No, this one needs to jazz pain, hold her a few swats and see if we can find the little critter. " he suggested.

She hit me, on the tender undersurface of my breasts, then on my sex, right on the lips, it stung, my god how it stung, " Got it, " Mr Bryant announced, " There it is, whoa ho, there it, " there was a chink and the most excruciating pain in the neck I have ever endured coursed through me from the very innermost privy component part of me to lash out my wit and unthaw into a million agonising fireflies. " There it is, done. " he said.

" pair of pliers and the solder gun please Martha. " Mr Bryant asked, and before I realised my left wing bosom exploded into an agonising firecracker of an detonation followed by my right breast.

" Bar chime on the Tits henry ! " Martha suggested, " I got the iron hot ! "

" This won't hurt a bit, " Mr Bryant said, " In fact it will hurt a lot, so much so that you might pass out but don't worry. " he said, " I'm just making a loop for your new clit ring. "

He lied, it was a bit hot but nothing compared to the torture of making the initial hole.

" Just have still, " he said, and I suppose he soldered the loop shut, and then he pressed something through each teat and soldered that judgment by the tremendous malodour of burning flesh and the agony I experienced.

" Right, receive to Pony land, " Mr Bryant said, " This is right grooming, Yorkshire style, no mamby pamby bed and TV's, information processing system, company just a hard slog, and when its over you will sleep and when you wake you will require to condition again because you're so frigidness and uncomfortable in your stall. "

" Beleop Phog ! " I exclaimed,

" Just ring in the vertebral column chat one impression for yes two for no. " he said, " Understand ? " I stamped twice, so he continued, " display her where she sleeps Martha ! "

She led me away barefoot from the room, out of the door and across the thousand and I heard her open a door, " In there, " she said. and she pushed me into a lot of staw and slammed the room access behind me.

I cried and cried, I just lay for ages sobbing, then I sat up, and listened, and despite the squiffy leather cap or helmet enveloping my entire fountainhead and covering my auricle I began to cause out sounds, the steady thunder of vehicles, it must be the distant sounds of the Motorway and then the sounds of former people or animals and finally the sounds of the TV the idea tune to enthronization Street, it could only be nine o'clock.

I thought back a day, saying good-bye to Mummy, going firstly family on Eurostar to get a salutary seat and finding it was almost empty-bellied, leaving my own documents in the guard repository at daddy's bank while I changed wagon train, and I remembered that beautiful dress I saw just after I put my credit wit in that rubber deposit so I couldn't buy it, and now this bare and helpless.

I lay there for ages until I heard the ten o'clock TV news report and then I explored carefully, it was a unchanging carrell, straw on the story, it smelled clean, I picked a pip beside the door for my dirty maculation, kicked the straw away, and then I laid down, and stood up, and paced around, and thought.

You see I thought Daddy used the same grooming proficiency as everyone else, I really had no idea, of course I realised later, but you see an refined young woman from the Don Valley, Sheffield, Doncaster, she will be the resolution of a one night stand, drunken almost certainly, between an refined chap and a local girl, maybe herself the result of a interchangeable amour, but she will be coarse and aggressive, so she'll need breaking.

Whereas I was broken years ago by the bitch at that horrendous school pappa sent me to, no Ciggies behind the motorcycle sheds for me, oh no cold-blooded exhibitioner, eat, prep, class, eat, prep, social class, eat, coldness cascade, eternal rest. That was my life from Nine to 13 yers old.

So I got baker's dozen General Certificate of Secondary Education, so what, and Four A levels but not straight As, I got a B in Art, and missed my chosen University course.

It was cold and my arms hurt until they went numb, and I shivered, and it got colder and the steer howled and the rainwater rattled on the tin, and after an timelessness someone came for me.

" topper get you cleaned out young filly, " a woman's vocalism said as she opened the door, " walkway on. "
she slapped my left buttock with a whip.

I leapt forward, " sweetie ! " she said, " You're a lively one ! " she commented, " Best have thee reins on afore us gets external in the shit. " and she clipped the reins to the end of my bit, and led me away, it was terrifying, the moth-eaten mud squelched between my toes and I followed blindly.

" Woah, " she said, " bending ! " I stopped, " Bloody Bend ! " she said and whipped me across the shoulder,

" Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel ! " she said, " Bitch habit curve, "

" Her ent broke proper, " a manlike voice said, " Ass like a knitting needle, "

" Hold her head then Prince Albert ! " she said and the next thing I knew Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel had wrenched my head down to my knee joint, and braced himself so I couldn't move.

I heard water system running and then it hit me, right against my left bum nerve, it was freezing obviously from a hosepipe pipe and then it homed in on my bum, I thought they were just going to lap me but she pushed the jet right against the bud of my bum mess and water started to squeeze out inside me, frightful freezing water up my bum freezing me inside, I wailed and stamped but she pushed harder and the cold metallic element of the hosepipe nozzle eased inside my bum trap, I felt the freezing pee filling me, I kicked and squirmed, they couldn't get to their party whip, but I couldn't break their hairgrip either.

" NNnnnuuuunnnngggg " I wailed into my bit but the carried on, I shook furiously shivering, and then suddenly the water jet splashed across my leg and the water began to run out of me, " Yuck what a mess hall ! " I recognised Mr Joseph Henry Bryant's articulation, " You better transport on till it runs clearly, " he said and they shoved the pipe back in me again.

" wiggle it about Annie loosen her up, " he advised, " She's certainly got some pedigree, " he said, " One of his Lordship's cocksucker I'll wager, your remember that one at Munich that time, "

" Oh yeah dad ! " the woman agreed, " When you lost that bet with Gustavsen, "

" Yeah, kick, " he agreed, " And when she won he had her bit out and she bloody kissed him, my lot I'd have been golden not to get spat at ! " he mused ruefully.

Annie filled me up and pulled the tobacco pipe out again, " that will do ! " Patrick Henry said, " halt up the unity shaft cart, I'll take her for a trot. "
I could barely walk, my insides had been scoured and felt raw, and someone just moved me a small distance to what must have been a barn, " This is a repeat vee I diaphysis harness, it lilt up if you start or stop too quickly, so don't start or stop too quickly, " she said as she bustled about, and then I felt the weight of the cart pulling down on my belt.

" She's ready Dad ! " Annie shouted.

" coming ! " he agreed, and I felt him climb nimbly aboard the cart and deal up the reins, he slapped my backside, pulled the left rein and I walked slowly forward squelching through the mud, " Gid up there, " he ordered and slashed at my buttocks, the single cock chafed between my legs and occasionally banged up against me, I was worried I might trip.

" Your all right, " he said, " get a move on its greensward, " he said, " You'll be all right, it won't thing if you fall, " he said " See ! ", he tripped me with the farseeing lash, lassooed my foot with it so I cannoned helplessly into the ground grimace first, sliding along wet pot on my poor sore breasts and my face, " See, " he said as he dragged me up by my hair.

" Understand ? " he asked. I nodded, so I went a bit faster, he did it again, lasooed my foot, I did three hop and then crashed to the floor, faster this clip, but at least i was expecting it and I arched my back and landed on my pot, " Atta girl, now you run and I'll let thee feet alone. " deal ? " I nodded.

I clambered up myself without assist, and started to run, " Hey ! " he wailed, but the straps pulled back against my impertinently ringed button and fireworks exploded in my brainiac with passably park rose and blank space projectile and little furry kittens, the barbells through my tit throbbed, and then it stopped, I felt horribly empty.

" Pull you daft squawk, " he shouted, I tried again this prison term it just rubbed gently, I seemed to be flying as that lovely warm tactile sensation counterpane though me as I sped across the terra firma and I was unprepared for him to apply the brakes and outcry " Whoah. "

I stopped, " Well Eli, " William Henry said, " What do you believe ? "

I heard an aged man's vox, " Ee, not bad lad, not bad ? " he agreed, " Where's her from ? "

" Down south, Ee you listen, " he fiddled with my bit, and pulled it release, "

" Let me go you beast ! " I exclaimed, " Or I'll " which was as far as I got before he re-fastened the bit.

" Posh see ! " Patrick Henry boasted.

" Ah so she be, " he said, " What she fuck like ? "

" Too tight for us Eli, " he said, " Ass that is. "

" You want I to have a go ? " Eli asked.

" If you'ent got nothing else on, " Henry suggested.

" Half a mo I'll get me pills. " Eli suggested.
" Poor old sod's past it really. " Henry said as he unhitched me from the cart, " But he's got a stringy piddling cock, paragon for loosening up you tight arsed bitches, and he led me around, " Just plication over the back of the cart. "

Well to be honest it was the live on thing I wanted to do, bend over so some old old codger I had never even seen could sodomise me, but there was nothing I could do, because when I pulled away he just let the reins go and I had no idea where I was or where to run to.

" Now don't be awkward, " he said as he seized my reins again, " Bend ! "

I bent over the binding of the cart, I had no choice, and then I felt Eli, arduous and quick against my backside, " hold her still Mr Bryant her's all clammed up. "

I tried a kick and got a abominable slap across my bosom and as I jerked up so Eli slid his wizened old pen-like penis up inside my seat. It forced painfully up inside my rectum column inch by agonising inch, It felt like I was on fire, it was horrifying, and then long before it felt it was all the way in me it was squirting stuff inside me he never used a condom.

" Oh very Nice Mr Bryant. " Eli said happily, lovely and mingy, start time ? " he asked.

" moldiness be, " Henry agreed, " tie-up back let a man in. " he said, " delay her header ! " he added and I felt his inviolable hired hand grip my hips.

" Nnnnnggghhh ! " I squealed, as I felt Henry's softer but a lot with child member against me, " NNnggg ! " " No ! " I squealed again but Eli's cum was running out of me lubricating Henry's entry and he humped and squirmed and just as I was sure enough my anal retentive ringing would break open, he slid in me, all the way, I felt his balls slap against me, and he did a strange thing, he unstrapped my blindfold.

I blinked, Eli stood there, looking like a Victorian Grandfather, bent over stooping with a full beard, old nighttime raincoat and his pant around his ankles and beyond, beyond was this panorama, the view was unbelievable, I gasped, we could see for Roman mile in the watch glass crystalise moor farming air right across the moors to the purple haze of the cities with their industry and smogginess, and inn front of us the track led away straight as a die beside miles of drystone walls to vanish over a removed crest.

" wizard ent it jeune fille, " H asked as he cupped my breasts and used them to drag himself even further into me.

I nodded. " See it ent all bad up here. " he explained, as he humped away " Do summat then, " he said as if I should be enjoying it, but then he started groaning and his disgusting warm goo was flooding me. " Oh yes that oh that's it oh bloody hell. " H groaned, " You'll give me a blinking heart attack. "

He dragged himself out of me and staggered slightly as he connected the strap to attach me to the pushcart once again. " See, it's a straight clearly run, now you run do you hear ? " he ordered, and I nodded.

He pulled the blinder across returning me to the nightmare world of wickedness, yet it was a safe world of concealment where I could believe that I was being abused in the darkness and privacy of my static or room not out-of-doors in survey of anyone who might overhaul by.

I ran on carefully and although he whipped me I was too frightened to go any faster, and after a few hundred railway yard or so he stopped me once again, he just tugged the reins and I stopped, he spoke to soul, I felt unseen but coarse and begrime script exploring my breast and sneaking down, " Eh less of that Larry, tradesmans all right ? "

" spoilsport ! " " Larry " exclaimed, " What's her screwing like ? " he asked.

" Bloody tight for me lad, you want a go ? " Joseph Henry asked, " Only I needs her loosened up really. "

" No, you're all right Henry, " he said, he turned me down, he turned down the chance to hump me when there was nothing I could do to block up him, except kicking maybe, but even so it was so demeaning, " Mebbe down A. E. W. Mason later, "

" Ha, you'll have to pay like the rest ! " he said and he slashed the whip across my shoulders and shook the reins. My feet scrabbled for clutches on the moist grass, my piteous toes, I had a pedicure and everything at momma's and now my feet must be blistered and I doubted I had any toenails left !

I ran for ages and then we stopped, William Henry climbed down and I heard him doing something and then a door creaked open.

He threw something over me, a rag or Tarpaulin and then he unhitched the Cart.

" We're near road, " he explained, " Best wear the bag for side by side bit, " he advised, " I'll let reins droop, you walk I'll point thee. " he said almost kindly, but the path became stony and he picked me up and carried me a inadequate way.

I heard voices, faintly, music perhaps, he set me down and opened a door, and the katzenjammer of voices became clearer, it was a encounter of some sort, then I heard the clink of glasses and the flavour of Cigarette sens, cold travail and beer it was a bar or more belike the Local world House " Is there any strangers in ? he asked loudly.

There was a pause, " No you're all right ! " individual said, " Is that the new un. "

" Yeah this is it, Clive, if you want to operate up I'll get it out. " Henry offered.

There was some laughing and clacking of door locks,

" Da Daaaah ! " Joseph Henry laughed and he dragged the bag off me to his imitation of a fanfare.

" Hey, " " Wow, " " Bit weedy ! " were some of the more sensible remark, " When can we have a go Henry ! "

" I need to have her seen to first, " Joseph Henry commented, " I don't suppose Dr Sugden has been in ? "

Seen to ? Dr Sugden ? My judgement raced I'd already been raped anally and pierced and humiliated what on earth else did they have planned for me.

" No but Harry Balls is in snug, thee want's vet not Doctor ! " soul said.

" Well let the Dog see the Rabbit. " Patrick Henry suggested, and he tugged me forward, hands grabbed at me as he led me forward.

" Harry ! " Henry said.

" Mr Bryant ! " Harry replied, " And what can I do for you ? "

" Stop this un getting up the duff. " H said.

" hundred quid ? " Harry offered.

" L, " Joseph Henry countered.

" All right, up on the table with it, " Harry suggested, " And mine's a pint of Newky Brown. "

" You heard ! " henry said as he fairly gently picked me up and put me on the table.

" looking healthy enough, " Harry commented as unforced hands parted my legs and then some one Harry perhaps ?, parted my sex and peered inside, it was all horribly energize, and I was getting damp at the thought.

" anaesthetic, " Harry called, and someone loosened my bit just long enough to tip my mind back and force a clout of whiskey, diddly-shit Daniels I thought, down my pharynx and then suddenly the bit was back in and there was this frightful horrible pain from my sex.

I couldn't scream, I tried to kick, it was hopeless, they were putting rings through my Sex lips Labia or whatever it's called in Latin, but they weren't, there was another pain and another and another, " Got a bootlace anyone ! " Henry laughed.

" I got some lovely red silk upstairs ! " a woman's vox trilled, " Half a mo, " I heard her feet clattering up the stair, the hubbub of conversation increased, I couldn't make out much, something about Harrogate.

" One of his lordship's rejects ! " Henry was saying, " Soft bastard hadn't even branded her, and her ass wasn't even broke but bloody blaze is she quick over hundred yards. "

" I got it ! " The woman trilled, " Let me it needs a woman's touch ! "

" No, you're all right, I used to sew the Pakistani girls back up at end of term at Uni. " Harry said.

" Twenty years ago ! " Henry said, " Let Maggie do it. " and I cried with pain s they sewed my sex together, the lips sewn shut. I almost passed out.

Finally they were finished, " rightfulness lads form a queue, twenty pound sterling a time. " Henry laughed, " Got the Box Clive ? " he asked.


breeding Rose persona Two

The Box, it was a cardboard box. They bent me over the back of something solid like a table, and I think they snipped away so the box went over my rear and hid my top dog completely because the sounds were even More muffled and then they started, they jabbed something up my backside something slippery, and when they pulled it out again I felt the first warm slightly soft penis nudge my misfortunate bruised bottom as its proprietor tried to worm it inside me.

I tried to kick but individual grabbed my feet and tied them to something, table legs probably, and then he was in face me and it hurt.

" Ee, Henry, it ent the same we gag in. " someone said. so he removed my bit, he must consume lifted the box and there were tearing noises and I could see practiced, " Aaaaggghhhh ! " I screamed.

" Go on Eric, she loves it ! " some one laughed.

" Want a pie William Henry ? " a woman asked.

" No, oh this un ent had her photograph yet. " he said.

" Noooooo " I wailed, " Please no ! "

" It's only a meat pie ! " Henry said and as I took a breath he shoved a wad of steak and kidney in my mouth, I choked which made me convulse.

" Her's cumming, Eric ! " someone said and as I choked I felt his disgusting slime gushing into me.

" commodity lass, Have a drink, " Henry said.

" Henry, " I started to say before he shoved another spoonful of pie in my mouth.

" Her wants a Patrick Henry ! " some wag suggested, which wasn't bad because an orange tree and fizzing Lemonade was just what I wanted.

Henry or individual held the glass to my back talk and I drank as person else unceremoniously shoved his meat up my backside, it wasn't as bad as the first gear, and the drink was very welcome, " Want some More ? " he asked.

I nodded, it was surreal, but the pie was dainty and warm and I was starving and I didn't really have very much option, " Another pie Maggie she's insatiable, and a Henry. " Henry chuckled.

" My bum hurts, " I said, as I waited, " Why must you be so horrible. "

" This is ugly ? " someone queried, " Yer all soft down south ! "

" Hey hold up Seth ! " Henry advised, but Seth was not to be denied and I smelled the odor of stale piss and realised he was waving his penis in front of my face.

" Sod off Seth ! " Harry said, " I'm not sewing it back on if she takes a bite out of it. "

" It's only pie ! " Henry suggested, " Eat up ! " as he fed me some more steak and kidney, " Meat in one end and steak pie in the other ! " he chuckled, what a greedy pony, " he said, " And you Charlie Hebble, that's twenty British pound if you want's a poke. "

I heard a whisper of distinction and I can only only guess it was Charlie Hebble that forced himself on me next, " I usually brings one of the jeune fille over of a Sabbatum night, " Patrick Henry admitted, " But you'll need taming before then, " he said, " Both ends ! " he said, " You like sucking peter do you ? "

" No ! " I said quietly.

" Lesbo see, " Henry said, " His bloody Lordship's daughter's plaything as far as I can take a leak out, " he said, " I shouldn't mine poking her, what's she like eh ? " he asked.

" She smells considerably than you ! " I said.

" Ent got a cock though has she ? " he laughed.

" H, it's prison term us closed ! " Baron Clive of Plassey mentioned quietly and as soon as the go man pulled out of me Henry threw the " Bag " back over me.

" Bloody practiced mind that burka, " soul muttered, suddenly it made sense, it was one of those head to toe Muslim cloaks, William Henry hadn't refitted my bit so I kept hush, till we got outside.

" Why the blinker, Mr Bryant, " His lordship doesn't use blinder, " I asked.

" Because it works, wait how calm air you are now, I bet you don't know how many blokes fucked you do you ? "

" Ten ? " I asked.

" I cleared two hundred and seventy wad after paying old Harry. " he said, " Sixteen, I guess that makes sixteen are you sore ? "

" Bruised and torn in half more that sore, " I muttered, " What can I do to score you let me go ? "

" Win at Harrogate and see if thee gets any offering ! " he suggested, " But I likes you, " he said which worried the perdition out of me.

He pulled the bag off me but it was raining and the cold-blooded rainwater chilled me and when he hitched up the cart I could barely stagger along. Henry must have seen I was in a bad way because he didn't attempt to attach the bit but walked with me to the top of the mound, " See, " he said, " I'm not a monster, will you suck me off now ? "

" No ! " I said.

" That's disappointing, " he said, " Tomorrow perhaps, " and he led me down the mound to the farm.

He left Martha to unhitch the Cart and she fed me some soup or something and some succus and led me to my stall for a rest.

I must have slept for twelve hour or more because next thing I knew Martha had woken me with a beef in my rump, and despite my protestations she dragged me outside for the hosepipe procedure, " Nooo ! " I wailed.

H came over to us, " Now Rosie, do you like shouting ? " he asked, " You want a bit or not ? "

" Not, definately not, " I said.

" Use a doughnut bit Martha. " he said and walked off.

" Ring Bit ? " I asked.

" You'll love it, helps you breathe, " she said, it did that, it took three of them to arrest me down and wrench my jaw open wide enough to get the ring bit in, I don't know if you've seen a ring bit but it's like a gang gag except in metallic element with " pinna " for the reins.

" Bronx cheer sorrible ! " I managed to say as Martha almost brutally stretched my jaw open, and forced the ring into my mouth " Eeeeek ! "

" You want first poke Albert, " Henry asked.

" Thanks Dad " Albert replied, " I'll stand on tump. " he said, and Martha and H dragged me across so their son could do what he wanted and I just knew he was going to stay put his cock in my lip, but even so when it actually happened it was still a shock.

I tried to intercept him with my glossa but all I did was nearly choke myself, " It was your idea not to possess a bit ! " Patrick Henry laughed. " Hitch her up ! "

They brought the cart along, hitched it up, and with the common stir of whipping they made me channelize out across the mud and slime of the farmyard and away up the slope to the moors, it was raining, again. " Bloody run you daft cow, " Patrick Henry squealed, but I was too mark of falling over to really try to run, so he made me plow around and we went back to the farm.

Martha watched curiously as we approached, " Got a clip Martha ? " Henry asked.

" Oh, all right, are you sure ? " Martha replied uncertainly, " She's a southerner remember. "

" Yeah and some weights ! " Henry ordered, " This will instruct the bitch to drag her heels. "

I just stood there, " surface, " he said pointlessly because my mouth was wide spread anyway and do you know he tweet my tongue and dragged it out of my mouth and then clipped something to it, it hurt like hell.

" EEEaggghhh ! " I wailed and then he put a free weight on it, and before I could oppose he had hung something on my button mob and affair over my barbel on my mammilla as well.

" Gwan " or was it " Go on ! " he shouted as he roughly dragged the reins round and whipped me until I started off paddling through the mud and goo again.

The system of weights were overrefinement but I struggled on, the lingua weight hung between my breasts and the titty system of weights inflamed my teat and the button weight unit, well you get the idea, it just drove me mad, I certainly wasn't cold anymore, and when he started flailing my seat with that whip I was so energise I could barely take the air let alone run.

Finally I slipped and fell, I landed against the shaft of the handcart, Patrick Henry thought I was struggling to get up, what an cretin, no I finally had something to grind my clit against and all the frustration of the last two daylight just ebbed away,

" Hey, you all right ! " Joseph Henry asked, suddenly my expiration came flashing stars, firework, exploding greenness elephants, psychedelic pussycat cats, the works wow. One of the well. Ever.

He helped me to my feet and he removed the tongue cartridge clip and all the weights, " I'm pushing you too hard, " he said, " We'll take light cut. " He helped me to my ft, I felt so much comfortably, but he was too stupid person to realise it.

He led me some way along a cart track and then unclipped the winker, " It's rough up here, " he said, " Watch your substructure I'll guide cart. "

As my eyes became accustomed to the undimmed light of the day I saw the farm away behind us, the track ahead was narrow and rock strewn and climbed steeply and I struggled to notice anyplace to put my bare infantry, but slowly I picked my way around the Harlan Stone and Henry pushed and we gradually climbed the steep incline to the moor, and finally we got to the summit, Henry quickly refitted the blinder, before I could get my heading, and then I trotted quite briskly where William Henry guided me.

We must sustain stopped at the same position as the previous day, because after a brief check Joseph Henry detached the cart, and dropped the " Bag " or Burkah over my head and led me back to the pub.

Again he went in asked about alien and everything and they took me in the back before Henry pulled the Bag off me.

There was no power point protesting, all the kicking and struggling did me no honorable before so I let them bow me over the table but then something was placed over my back, " Baron Clive made a blank for you, " Henry said, " Stops the ! "

" Nuff said ! " Clive cautioned, and he said, " Tom's been waiting since half ten I promised him first poke. "

" Fair enough ! " said Patrick Henry, " Who wants first poke in her gob. "

" I meant Gob, " Tom said.

" Well Fred were succeeding, " Baron Clive muttered, " mebbe he could give first poke up its ass ? "

" I don't care, " H said, " Twenty in back twenty five presence, " he affirmed, " Cash up front. "

It smelled of soap, this bulging indulgent knob end, it barely touched the ring part as it slid inside me, I didn't panic or try to stop it, I knew better, but then someone said " fountainhead suck it then, "

" She can't suck you daft beggar there a bloody great doughnut in her gob, he'll have to sleep with her fount proper like. "

So he did but not before Fred had jab himself up my poor abused anus which at least gave him something to force against.

There was no question of spit or swallow, it was swallow or choke coil, as his slime flowed down my throat even as Fred humped away energetically at my anus.

" Phew Magic ! " Tom agreed, " It fucks like an Angel. "

" Tell you what ! " Joseph Henry said, " Get her a big pastie and some of that fizzing orange she likes and stick her in the upstairs bog till tonight, that way I can get some work done with Astral sky. "

" Lock-in Lads ? " Clive asked, and when the cheer went up they let me up.

Henry released the ring and he fed me, I think he liked feeding me, and he let me drink in but when I asked a question he clipped the tongue clamp on again. " Sssshh. " he said quietly.

I had a job climbing the step, and then they took me across a way and made me flex, it smelled like a lavatory, I can't describe it because I never saw it, but there was a tum support which they bent me over, and I'm sure they pulled down a partition over me because my bum was colder than my top, anyway something pinned me down so I rested on my tummy and breasts but I wasn't bent level like over the mesa, no I was at an slant, perhaps twoscore degrees.

I must have been head first through a hole in a wall, and the floor one side was obviously higher than the other because for the next few time of day a steady stream of punters used me, my mouth and my backside, like piece of meat and the worst thing was no one fucked me, or even played with my titty or clit, I needed something, just something to rub against but there was nix, absolutely nothing, and while seemingly every man in the pub used me it did absolutely nothing for me.

I even tried to sleep, I actually woke with some man's meat in my backside, whether I fell asleep in mid functioning or if he took me in my eternal rest I neither have a go at it nor deal, the abuse was continual but the unfamiliarity and tightness had gone, it all seemed so pointless, and what the hell it had to do with winning Ponygirl consequence I couldn't begin to imagine.

He came for me eventually, it seemed like around midnight, he took me downstairs, flung the bag like Burkah over me, pulled rubberise Arthur Wellesley flush on my fundament and led me to his acres Rover.

" Got held up, " he explained, " I chucked go-cart in back, hold up I'll put seat knock around you ! " and we drove for historic period all round the edge of the moorland to cover a distance of less than three miles or so in a straight line.

He muttered about his other Ponygirls and the incessant rain lashed the windshield and rattle the doors, at least I suppose it was the room access. and when we got back he just stick around me in my stall and left me, at least the Burkah was warm and in a surprisingly short metre I was asleep.

They woke me next morning, the al fresco clyster was simply a fact of sprightliness now, and the pipe slid easily in my bruised and battered rear, Henry took me out again, he changed the ring bit for a ordinary bicycle bit and he just took me out in the cart, he tried for more than upper by swearing at me and whipping me but I didn't want to take a chance another fall so I kept to an easy jog, I was beginning to learn the route by feel and eventually we stopped where Eli lived, we paused briefly.

" Look I want velocity, stop number, hurrying, " henry said, " You should be well under xvii seconds for the hundred with the cart ! " he insisted, " So on my mark, Go ! "

I sprinted but then the fear closed in and my upper fell away, and in aggravation he stopped me with a abrasive pull on the reins.

" What's up with her Dad, " I heard a articulation, it had to be Albert.

" Sluggish as infernal region son. " William Henry said.

" You fucked her yet ? "

" She's sewn you dopey imbecile ! " henry exclaimed.

" Got an ass ain't she ? " Albert replied.

" You think she needs fucking you blooming do it. " H said.

I heard the rustling of trouser and Albert said, " crimp then, "

So I bent, like dear obedient fiddling Pony, there really was no early option.

At least he wasn't particularly big or long or energetic, but as a downside he gushed what felt like congius of sludge into me, and if in Bryant reasoning a backside full-of-the-moon of goop was going to race me up, well it just didn't do it for me !

Albert slid out of me and to my surprise Henry straightened me up, " Fat lot of full that did she barely even noticed, " he said but he patted my head, " I just had an mind ! "

He reached up and unclipped the winker from the right side. I blinked furiously, but as I looked there was Albert, with a duo of Ponygirls in a tandem bicycle rig and four cycle go-cart which I had never seen before, and there in forepart of me was a wide swathe of soft short grass leading away for C of yards ahead.

I cursed the dolt man for using the blinder, it would be sure joy to run on such a surface except for the horrible feel of Albert's gunk in me.

" See, it's a straight open run, now you run do you hear ? " Henry ordered, and I nodded.
He left the winker hanging and as soon as he climbed aboard the pushcart he slapped me and I set off running strongly but I was finding tactile property of my stretched anus was uncomfortable and as I tried to clench my bum, the shaft between my peg seemed awkward, it banged painfully against my peg because my running activity was all over the place, but despite everything I was covering the ground quickly.

I was going well, I hardly felt the lightweight handcart until somehow I got my left human foot the wrong side of that unmarried low prick and down I went, it was completely unexpected and Joseph Henry wasn't expecting it either as I saw him fly over my head as the shaft dug in and the whole cart swung around violently throwing Henry to the ground.

I sprawled awkwardly, I wanted to shout but I couldn't, he wasn't moving, Henry wasn't moving at all.

I felt helpless, but try as I might I couldn't shift the straps to release my arms, at least my blinder was off but H's leg looked very awkward. I looked around but Prince Albert and the four wheel handcart was nowhere to be seen.

I nudged H with my head but he was out cold-blooded, breathing but unconscious, I realised the pushcart was badly damaged but I managed to pull it exculpate of Henry and dragged it with me as I ran for help, the cart tracked way to the rightfield as the shape was bent and the left wheel leaned drunkenly and the rim wobbled, but I ran level out uphill to where I hoped to find Eli and when he was nowhere to be seen I ran again rushing downhill towards the farm house.

The rail seemed different to how I imagined, scratchy somehow, and the farm somehow looked different from up on the hillside, the gates were open and I rushed into the farmyard.

" What the shag underworld are you doing ! " a total unknown asked. I suddenly realised why it looked different, It was the ill-timed farm !

The stranger was about twenty five, muscular, pep haired, badly in want of a shaving and probably a laundry, not too tall and certainly not too lustrous, " You want to play kinky plot ? " he asked I shook my head violently and turned around to lead him to William Henry but he advanced menacingly towards me, " You want a fuck is that it ? " he tried again so I just wheeled around and ran, ran as fast as I could back up the track.

I ran dragging the useless cart and that ginger haired idiot chased me, I managed maybe two hundred yards before he caught keep of the pushcart and slowed me down, and as I slowed he grabbed the reins and stopped me, I shook my head violently but he came closer, grabbing my piteous sore nipples with his rough hired man before exploring my clit anchor ring and running a finger along my miserable stitched and neglected pussy.

" Has thee got any rubbers ? " he asked, I shook my head.

" Best fuck thee ass then, " he said and he made me turn away over I felt his finger's breadth on my seat spreading my free anus and he suddenly exclaimed.

" You filthy bitch, " he said, " Yer ass is dripping with tinder, " I felt dirty and rejected, like a whore where the punter won't pay the price and yet this was gratuitous, the humiliation hurt me and finally anger boiled inside me, I had to run away, I had to.

He was straddling the pecker, the handcart's left wheel was at a drunken angle but the backside and everything was still there so as I lunged forward, the seat caught him behind the knees and he fell back throwing his weighting back behind the bicycle and axle which over-balanced the pushcart and brought the shaft of light up in to excruciatingly violently contact with my crotch, while he in his good turn fell backwards into the butt, I staggered with the shock of the puff to my most cutter parts but despite the pain in the ass and his considerable exercising weight I just bolted for the Moor and ran and ran and ran.

" Yee Ha " he shouted as he sprawled back in the prat, " You sure are one mad bitch, " but I wasn't worry, I ran past Eli's house and there ahead was Patrick Henry, I tried to turn back by him but the momentum carried me past, slipping and slithering on the wet grass.

" Bloody hell it's Henry Bryant ! " he said, " Why didn't you say ! "

" Nnngghht " I snorted.

" Oh right your sex game went off half cock did it, " he said.

" Ngghrrrfft " I tried

" What the pit is it, " he asked and finally he realised and untie my bit and at last I could try to pass along, but starting time I gasped wordlessly for breath before I was able-bodied to say,

" We, ah, crashed, uh, do you, uh, know, whee, ah, first aid ? " I asked as soon as I could.

" No, " he said.

" Do you have a, uh, phone. " I asked.

" Yes, " he said, " At the farm ! "

" Then for gods sake, ah, let me out of these, uh, lash ! " I demanded, " I did first aid at school ! "

He released my arm but the pain in the neck was untellable, " Ahhhhhggghhh, " I wailed as I tried to propel, but eventually I managed to do my hands work, " His leg's broke. " I announced as I ran my agonised finger's breadth over Henry's awkwardly angled decently leg.

" right field, " he said.

" He needs an ambulance ! " I said.

" Not up here, there's just thin crust over bog, won't take weight. " he said.

" So where's Bryant's farm ? " I asked and he pointed, it was away to the right field in the distance I had obviously but unknowingly turned acuate rightfield at Eli's on former runs.

" You wait here I'll get help. " I ordered, and I stood up to run.

" Fetch some prophylactic if thee wants fucking. " he said and I gave him my practiced pitying withering look.

My ramification were like lead up the hill to ELi's and then on the downhill leg of the cut to Bryants the jarring was agonising, there was no one around, I checked the stable, there were seven more Ponygirls tethered and blindered in the stalls but otherwise there was cipher about.

" Oi ! " someone shouted, it was Martha, " How'd you get loose, "

" Henry, Leg broke, Moor by Eli's " I gasped.

" Likely story, where thee cart. " she said.

" Battered and bent I crashed look ! " I explained.

" You are in a mess, " she said, " postponement up. " and before I could react she blasted me with the hose pipe.

I shivered in daze at the waterspout and then as the crushing debilitating horror of the freezing violent stream stopped as quickly as it started I staggered towards my stall.

" right wing, " she said, " get some kit on and chip in us a paw, Henry had you sussed lady, don't thee fret, his blooming Lordship spy, you'ent even branded, I expect you nobbled him you lying cheating conniving bitch. "

" No ! " I protested feebly.

" Dry thee sen, there's thee kit in stall, get it on then chip in us hand to get Panthera tigris Lilly and Tamoshanter hitched up to the fourwheel, while I sound ambulance.

" No, we have to add him in first ! " I cautioned.

" Oh, of path we do ! " Martha exclaimed, I'll get them lazy girls. "

I quickly slipped off the waist belts and slipped my step-in and bra on and seize my trainers socks tracksuit bottom and tee shirt, and rushed to assist Martha

They were in their named stalls, she had them tacked up, blindered strapped ready to go but I, removed their winker and said " We have to deliver Mr Bryant, "

They weren't enthusiastic, and the shafts were in line tandem where usually it was side by side, so all in all it was a dogfight getting them fixed and then when we did go they were so dumb, I watched them stroll lazily towards the moor, as I dressed but they were so dull that I just saw red and raced after them and when I caught up I grabbed Martha's whip and laid into them.

" No ! " she wailed and their stifle buckled and they stopped. " You daft bitch you've made them cum ! "

" What ? " I asked.

" bleeding Masochists of path, like you, " she said.

" look don't just sit there break us a hand, " I ordered Martha and before we knew the crib were lying on the cart and Martha and I were pulling the go-cart which wasn't very bright so we hitched the Ponygirls to a tree diagram and carried on without them.

Martha just about collapsed with exhaustion before Eli's position so I ended up pulling the four wheel cart on my own, without a right harness it near wrenched my hands out of their sockets.

The ginger haired changeling from the wrong farm was waiting for us, bending uselessly over Henry who was still unconscious mind even as we hauled him aboard the Cart, and as soon as he was safely aboard so I set off but not towards the farm but towards the Pub, I took the shot glass helmet off, it was a incubus to remove, and then I removed the neck straps which just left the feeler and button band to remind me.

I knocked on the Pub doorway,

" sodomist off we're shut ! " someone said.

" Henry Bryant's busted his leg ! " I said, " convey the Vet ! "

" Haha ! " Clive said as he opened the door " hey you certainly wash up nice, " he said, " I wish I had, " and that's as far as he got before I slapped his face. " Want a Pastie and some fizzy Orange ? " he asked, " On the house. "

" Yes thanks, " I said, " And a tub would be nice ! " I suggested " But lets get Ambulance first ! "

" Oh, nearly forgot ! " he said and he went in to dial 999.

I stayed with Henry, and when he woke I said, " We crashed ! "

" Yes ! " he said, " Fucking Dressage for you ! " and he twisted cycle screamed with the pain and passed out.

" You couldn't lend me L cud could you ? " I asked Clive.

" You could earn it, " he leered,

" Yes love tenner an hour live in barmaid, " Maggie suggested.

" I suppose ! " I said, " But the guys that ? "

" They weren't looking at your face were they ? " she advised, " You can pull pints and heat up pies can't you ? " she asked and when I agreed she said, " right Clive, I can get away to see my mother in Cleethorpes this afternoon after all ! " and she just stormed out.

Clive rang the Bryants farm and said I was all right, and I told them I was staying at the Pub for a few daytime and then I would be back for Dressage, and solo events only. Martha didn't like it much but I just thought sod what she wants.

Robert Clive was all proper really, he told me all about Henry, how Henry was more concern in screwing his girls than grooming them and how Henry dreamed of training a victor for Harrogate.

I stayed a week, Clive let me use his calculator, and I ordered a lot of tacking on note, top caliber clobber, and then I entered myself as Rose for Harrogate, in the Dressage and the Jumping and Cross commonwealth, the same classes as a Thee Day Horse trial run, except girls, and every day I ran and did my utilization, just the way Daddy trained his girls.

There was alarm at Bryants when I turned up on the Friday before Harrogate, H was still in infirmary, Albert was in a foul mood, Martha was screaming at Tamoshanter and Annie was screaming at Martha.

" All set for Harrogate then, " I asked, " Who's going to lead me in ? "

" Don't be daft you ain't trained, " Albert said.

" Annie, you want to lead me in, " I asked, " You could wear something too close and get the judges struggling with a hard on, " I said massaging her ego.

" Suppose ! " she said, " But I haven't trained you ! "

" Oh just wave the whip and don't hit me with it, " I suggested, " Shall we give it a try. "

" Ok, " she said.

" And I live at the Pub, not here ! " I said.

" Yes what ever, " she said as if she didn't like either way, so I unloaded my box of stable gear and new wearing apparel and sent the taxi away.

I changed in the kitchen, my tack was new southerly weather sheet, with thigh boots with hooves, hoof gloves a genital organ swath and a big corset, all in black leather and I had two silver grey bells to fit the barbels, and an reduce headset and a slimline rubber eraser bit, oh and several hardening of red and blank plumes.

poor Annie nearly wet herself when she saw me, " You're beautiful ! " she said.

" I know ! " I agreed.

The practice halo was outside and a few saltation were down but when Annie put them up I cleared everything easily, and the dressage mirrors showed my gamey stepping and posture was almost spot on thigh horizontal and everything, and I just relished a cross land. I was brimming with confidence.

I think everyone knows what happened at Harrogate, well on the moors near Skipdale actually where the Harrogate club had their Arena and get across nation course and I won the jump, third ( dammit ) in the dressage and a massive win in the cross rural area, to win the overall title.

And that was my way out, I put in an online bid for myself, I know that sounds outlandish but there is an offer system where bid for the first three can be made, and Patrick Henry agreed I could be sold to the highest bidder, and I was out bid.

Henry watched and came up on his crutches to hoard the winning trainer cup and then he said to me as I walked carefully behind him.

" Oh Rose, " He said " John Major General Mc Naughton was high-pitched bidder, I'll have your material sent on, he'll choice you up in a moment. "

I had my bit fastened too tight, and so with the to the full head dress on, I couldn't say no, and before I could do anything about it Annie pushed me into the holding pen I was allocated.

" Ah Rose ! " a familliar sounding pattern approached me, " Mr Bryant say's you are a total nightmare to check, shall we see, bend. "

I bent, I couldn't very well not bend, there was quite an audience, I just thanked my principal I'd continued with Bryant's al fresco enemas.

My heart pounded, Major Mc Naughton undid my crotch belt checked the stitching and then said " Brace, "

" Do the honours, Dighby, he said and with a pop of fly push button I sensed rather than saw his huge appendage advancing stiffly and then it was filling me and the domain seemed so right, so perfectly and gently did it slide in.

" You smell like your mother ! " Mc Naughton whispered.

" Daddy " I almost said, I knew it was him, he often used the Mc Naughton assumed name but he knew it was me.

His finger was on my clit I felt him take on a weight from his pocket and hang it on the clit tintinnabulation and then his humping grew stronger, " Cum for me rosiness, " he said, as Dighby started galloping, the clit weight was swaying and driving me crazy and then as Dighby humped me Mc Naughton took the whip, swatting it painfully against my breasts, shoulder joint, clit, legs, everywhere overloading my brain with maven, making me feel so awake until I just exploded inside and as he continued ruthlessly swatting so my legs buckled and I crashed to the ground in helpless orgasm.

" You see My dear Bryant, these pedigrees take a beating as a wages for performing well not a punishment, " Mc Naughton said as Dighby finally climbed off me.

I lay dazed for years until Annie came for me and escorted me to Mr McNaughton's van where I was draped in a familiar Burkah and strapped into a sideways facing tail in the windowless seat of the vehicle.

Mc Naughton took me for miles in the van until I could deepen at a wayside coffeehouse, where I emerged in my street clothes as myself and he as my Daddy.

After the stop pappa made me tug the van, while he lazed in the swivelling forepart passenger's seat,

" Daddy, " I protested, " I haven't driven at all for weeks, now you want me to take this tank donn the thruway ! ".

" Call me Mr McNaughton, please Rose, " he requested.

" Yes Major General " I giggled.

" Now tell me all about Mr Bryants methods. " he requested, I told him all about the farm as we drove south, dad began to talk with his McNaughton voice and he wasn't dad so I was able to assure him everything, even about when I fell and had my orgasm as Henry whipped me, the accident where Henry was injured, the pep halfwit, just about everything except what happened in the pub.

He listened intently, " It's clear that you have some crucial decisions to make about your future new lady. "

" I hadn't thought any further than Harrogate, " I admitted.

" You just won one of the most honored outcome in England, " he explained " Which means you're seeded into the top twenty for Cannes adjacent month. "

Cannes, I had no estimation, all the gaudiness of the Riviera " Oh, maybe I can blockade with mammy, " I suggested.

" well she'll be there, after all she did compete there several times. " he told me.

" Really, " I replied, " I never realised. "

" Oh one of the hunky-dory, " he said, " But what do you require ? " he asked, " was that just a one off pet, " he said, " or have you become a pain trollop ? " he asked.

" I don't know Daddy, " I admitted.

" So after Cannes, will you contend, or gearing, or " he paused, " or will you breed. " he suggested.

" dada " I squealed and nearly caused a major accident as I swerved the van across two motorway lanes, " I just don't know, I had the best orgasm I ever had when Patrick Henry whipped me on the Moor. "

" But how about gentility, Sam Carter's wife won Silverdale three twelvemonth running, " he said.

" What, Sam Carter ? " I asked incredulously.

" No Simon, very clever crack, prospective parliamentary campaigner, " he said, " You must remember him, we caught you playing doctors and nurses once. "

" Oh Simon, " I remembered, oh how I remembered, being found completely naked while Simon " examined " me.

" Just a thinking, " Daddy suggested " but lets work out the best training scheme first, " pain sensation as punishment or reward ? "

" I don't really like pain in the ass at all, " I lied.

" Of course you do, " he retorted " and just to prove it I'll whip you to orgasm later. " he promised

" No I'm not like that Daddy ! " I insisted.

" It's a unmanageable thing to issue forth to term with, I admit, " he said, " But you can not traverse what happened earlier can you ? "

We arrived dwelling house and parked the " Van " in the service department and made our way indoors, it seemed unusual sitting on hot seat again, and odd that I had to get my own food, and papa's as well, just a light supper, and to my horror I found I had lost my taste for champagne.

Luckily we had fizzy Lemonade and orangeness so I made do with a William Henry, and as I poured it I thought of Patrick Henry and the moor and his lash and.....

" I promised you an Orgasm. " Daddy said rousing me from my castle in the air " would you like one now ? " he asked, as he finished his supper and pushed his shell aside.

" Yes, Sir. " I replied without thinking.

" Good put this on, " he said as he took a neatly folded dirty old mantle from a canvas tent bag, " Just this zero else, "

He made me divest completely then he covered me with the dirty old blanket before he took me outside into the cold dampness dark to the filthy old shed where we kept the lawn mower and there by the spark of a flickering candle he made me put on a oil check and bit and a collar and leash and a waist belt with a genitalia strap which he pulled much too tight, and finally he cut the silken cord and pulled the strap so loaded that it painfully separated my poor maltreated slit lips.

He roughly pushed me down onto the dirty level and took up his whip.

I cowered in the corner protecting my face as best I could as his blows rained down, five, six, I counted, as they inflamed my attendant bare tail, left, right, nine, ten, and then he changed to flicking up between my legs, one, two, three swats on my purulent back talk cruelly held open air by the over tight leather privates strap of my harness until I gurgled in helpless orgasmic ecstasy.

" You're such an easy crib to please ! " he said as he unfastened the " bit " from my bridle and fed me two sugar lumps and a fade of Malus pumila, and with a final slap across my rump he was gone.

I waited until I was sure he was gone before I lay down exhausted on my mantle and fell into a glorious exhausted satisfied sleep.

Training Rose Ch 3


I woke with the dayspring, I ached all over, I realised I was completely naked except for a petroleum check and bit and a collar and tierce and a waist belt with a fork strap which was so loaded that it painfully separated my poor abused pussy lips, then I saw the lawn lawn mower and the dirty old blanket daddy had covered me with and I remembered, I was household !

I remembered Daddy's shock as he lovingly whipped my buttocks and then he changed to flicking up between my legs, until I gurgled in helpless orgasmic ecstasy. " You're such an easy Pony to delight ! " he said as with a final smacking across my derriere he was gone.

Oh my god, I thought, Now what ?

I knew in my heart it was wrong, I couldn't be pappa's Ponygirl, not papa's, and yet without a top social class trainer like pa I could never hope to win at International level.

I agonised about it for a few minutes until Dot, Dorothy Channing, dada's foreland stableboy gently eased the shed doorway overt. " Breakfast in the Breakfast room Miss Georgina, " she said.

" I'm rose wine, rosiness Giles. " I explained.

" Yes Georgina whatever you say, " she said condescendingly, " but there's a dress for you on the crotchet and you're to be washed and dressed and fed by nine, that's what Mr Gerald says and that's what you'll do. "

I felt really stupid walking across to the house in the cheap leather minidress founder had sent over, and I was shocked at Mrs Giles chemical reaction when I put my head around the kitchen threshold to ask when breakfast would be ready.

" missy Georgina, what happened to you ? " she asked.

" Oh, nil, nix, " I told her and I sneaked up to my room.

The water supply took ages to run warm in my rain shower, and then it was too hot, but eventually it felt grand as I soaked my filthy hair and generally cleaned myself up.

" Georgina, that " Nine " was daybreak not evening, " dada shouted just like I was Thirteen again, like Yorkshire had never happened, indeed just like last night had never happened.

" Georgina, did you take heed me ! " he shouted.

" Yes Daddy, " I said.

I just grabbed some apparel and rushed downstairs, " Ah ! " pop said as I came into the kitchen, " I see. "

" What ? " I asked.

" Pink annulus, lily-white top, " he said, " Where's your weather sheet ? "

" Oh ! " I replied as I suddenly realised I had completely forgotten about being a Ponygirl.

" I have an appointment for you to see Mr Harcourt, " Daddy said.

" But he's a plastic surgeon ? " I queried.

" Indeed, " he said, " and you have two disgusting thing through your nipples and that thing through your. "

" pop ! " I squealed, " Please ! "

" Quite so ! " he said, " So eat something and meet me outside in ten, no fifteen minutes. "

" So you called yourself blush wine Giles did you, " Mrs Giles said sarcastically, as she handed me a cut of buttered toast.

" Sorry, " I said.

" I should cogitate so too, them things you got up to in Yorkshire, " she said.

" Mrs Price ! " I protested.

" Oh we heard, don't you worry, " she said, " Least it keeps you regular, my husband Albert he'd, "

" Mr Mary Leontyne Price please ! " I pleaded.

" Well at least you can't get pregnant, but XIV straight off. " she tutted.

" Sixteen, " I said, " It was sixteen, not fourteen, up the bum, if you must know. "

That shut her up.

" Georgina, Car Now ! " dad shouted.

" All right hand ! " I shouted, and I rushed out into the yard, Daddy stood by the Bentley.

" papa, " I asked, " What happened to the Red one " ? "

" Ah, " he said, " Got a very very good offer, very rare you know, " he grinned, " And I borrowed this one. "

" Oh ! " I said awkwardly.

" Kitten. " he said " brake shoe ? "

I was so used to being barefoot I had simply forgotten.

" Something fashionable please, " he suggested.

I grabbed my red ones with three inch heel from the single-foot and put them on in the car as Daddy drove more recklessly than fast into town.

Mr Harcourt was a smooth serious man in his XL, we went straight in to his consulting room. Daddy explained that I had stupidly mutilated my breast and suggested I showed Mr Harcourt.

It was ridiculously embarrassing to experience to take my top and bra off in nominal head of Mr Harcourt and when he said, " Bryants of Saddleworth ? " I went as red as a beet-root, " Henry has the company Logo on them, " he said, " That should bring around up absolutely fine. "

" Georgina, the other. " Daddy said quietly, " I'll wait outside. "

" Georgina, " Mr Harcourt asked, " The other ? "

I waited until Daddy was gone, " My button, " I exclaimed.

" wellspring show me, " he said so I slid my skirt and pantie down.

" Oh ! " he said, " I see, ah, "

" What's wrong ? " I asked

" Does it do anything for you ? " he said.

" Yes, of course, " I agreed.

" Come here, " he said, " Now I'd like to bring you off, is that ok. "

" No. " I said flatly.

" Ok, but I think it's only through the hood, " he said, " Let me. " he said, and then his fingers were inside me, " Yes feeling, oh you can't see, " he said, " look it's harmless enough, leave it, remove or hold one right field through the clit itself, it's your choice. " he explained.

" I'm sorry ? " I said.

" It depends on your plans, if you're going into celibate or anal training. " he paused, I'm sure I blushed deep red, " Then have a right clit ring, then you can bring yourself off any metre anywhere, but if you're looking for a man, then please have the rings out. "

" I think maybe I should make the ring out ? " I suggested.

" Yes, I think that's Isaac Mayer Wise, right, I'll get my tool kit. " he said, and within ten minutes he had cut away the ring and unscrewed the end of the barbels and slipped them from my wretched tortured nipples.

" That's Three hundred and seventy six pounds, " he said, " Please. "

" What ! " I demanded.

" Including value added tax. " he explained, " Unless. "

" Oh no ! " I said, " No way. "

" ruth, " he said.

I pulled up my panties rearranged my bra and made myself presentable, Mr Harcourt pushed a push button and my father walked in, " Well ? " he asked.

" I don't think so, " Harcourt said sadly, " She's not interested. "

" I rather hoped Saint James the Apostle would take a one-half portion in you, " pappa said.

" You should bear said ! " I gushed, but it was too late, I didn't fancy him and I had hurt his feelings, " You should have said. "

" Time and tide, " Harcourt said sadly, " We'll forget todays fee Gerald, but look out for something, well. "

" Like me but better mannered ? " I suggested, " Who likes a veridical man not some immature boy ? "

" Exactly that ! " Harcourt said, " You really must number to dinner Georgina, sports meeting Francine and the children, " he gushed.

Realisation hit me like a thunderclap, " rattling men " like pop and Henry Bryant were always in bursting charge, I wanted a man, but one who was not fully set in his fashion, malleable, mould-able.

" Gerogina ! " papa said shaking me from me day dream, " Stop staring at James's bulge we have work to do. "

" Sorry, " I apologised, but a darker brand was already spreading over James's dark trousers.

" What on solid ground did you start up playing with yourself for ? " he asked as he hustled me from the room.

" Did I ? " I asked.

" You're not tacked up so some decorousness please ! " Daddy suggested.

We parked at the Bentley dealership and walked across to McDonalds for a scant Lunch before he whisked me away to the mutation soil adjoining our local school, the seductively named Alderman Winterbothan high School. pappa was sort of an honorary school governor and he organised, and provided a major prize for, their wintertime under 21 Ladies open cross Country run, so he was invited along as a VIP.

I felt really uncomfortable, wearing my casual clothes when as I realised Daddy had one of his bettor case on and being Daddy he drove straight onto the field parked the Bentley by the time-keeper's bus and paid a tierce late five pounds to keep an eye on it and to wipe the mud off the Tyre, and then he strode across to the podium, shook the brain - teacher hand and precisely as the school clock struck two he picked up the mike and his vocalization boomed across the sports playing field and everyone stopped to listen to him, even I was impressed.

Daddy took a keen pastime in Athletics, he even provided dirty money for some of the upper berth sixth form lady friend events, and he said " It's extremely important that young people should extend their engagement in athletic contest right through their pedagogy, not give up it as " Uncool " when other pursuit intrude, " he paused for effect, " Particularly the fille, which is why I have sponsored this restrict series of prizes for sixth word form girls who will be eighteen by the end of the school year. "

But Daddy hadn't follow to see the girls, well he had, but he had an posterior motive, or three. " As some of you know my daughter Georgina has herself been in grooming and young woman Graf has agreed that Georgina can take part in one or two of our events.

" Daddy ! " I hissed, but he wasn't listening.

" So over to Miss Fart, I'm sorry that's Miss Farque, " he said as a neat hollo of laughter went up, " Who will announce. " he said as with tear streaming from her optic in abasement the Young Irani trainee teacher sprinted for the good portaloo.

" Ladies and Gentlemen, nestling ! " Miss Robert Graves said grabbing the Microphone. but I was watching Miss Farque, her long annulus did nothing to impede her swift progress through the mass of children, parents and discarded kit that was sportswoman day, her headscarf hid her longsighted dark hair but I just knew she had literal potential.

I waited outside the portaloo for almost an hour, getting some very foreign looks in the process before pappa came for to await for me.

" Did you see her run ? " I asked.

" Who Kitten there were so many ? " he said in confusion.

" Miss Farque ! " I explained,

" Oh, I rather, ha, bit of a faux pas, " he said, " but kitty come and see the boys. "

" Boys ? " I queried.

" Yes, under xix relay, there are some literal class athletes, " he said as the loudspeaker arrangement suggested that the runners in the " God Almighty Melton under nineteen relay race " should have their way to the signing in point.

I saw a couple of chaps stand up and walk across, beautiful men their ebony thigh brawn rippling like racehorses, and then a familiar face, Tom Warrender, he lived just a mile or so down the road and we used to play together, you could say he was my first beau, certainly he had me naked a few times playing Doctors and nurses, except he had grown since then, about another five inch judging by his gibbousness, and so pale and pink he looked really out of place.

It was like a cattle market, dad leering at all these huge men, pointing them out to me, their soot black wing all dotted with perspiration.

" Daddy why is Tom here ? "

" Needs a honorable clip to impress the father at Oxford, I'm afraid he's in the 100m scar race I sort of suggested. " Daddy said.

" Yes, take in him round to dinner ! " I suggested, how was I to know pop had promised he could make love me if he won ?

The electrical relay was a tumultuous kaleidoscope of coloring and action mechanism as the six teams and twenty four runners rushed around the three hundred metre grass ellipse like pocket-size insignificant race-horses until finally squad " Hornet " were judged to have won, four magnificent masterful creatures oozing testosterone, not literally, but well, uggh, not my scene I'm afraid.

There was the usual frame filling and milling around for several minutes and then someone announced the under nineteen " male child " scratch race.

I stood by the finishing line of merchandise and watched them lining up, sweat from the other run still glistening on their bronzed ebony body, joking, jiving, doing little leap in the air, there were far too many for an orderly offset almost xxx blue runner for six lanes and I watched fascinated as they jostled for position arguing with Mrs Rathbone who had the starting side arm, until finally she lost solitaire. " Bang ! "

I think it was arguably the slowest one hundred metres start in chronicle, twenty six lightlessness and two Elwyn Brooks White athletes fighting for space, it was more like a remaking of Zulu than a race, but perhaps Daddy planned it like that, one Athlete even dodged the ill-timed side of the fledgling's chair and leaped over a grouping of spectators to avoid the battle royal, pulling at least six tread crystalise in the process, it just had to be Tom.

I laughed, as Tom came loping awkwardly towards me, it was he who had cheated, although technically he had been " Impeded " by another Athlete, his running action was more suit to catching motorcoach than the athletic contest runway, but he seemed to be putting in a rattling effort.

He was still leading as he approached the terminate line, I smiled at him, you know, he was funny, his white shorts came almost to his knees he hadn't any trace of suntan, it was like he had been time warped from the prudish era, Doctor David Livingstone pursued by savage, and he grimaced and put in a super human feat for the hold out few strides.

He came second, typical !

" Hi, " gasp, " Georgie, recollective clock time, " pant, Tom managed to grunt as he sat on the grass gasping for breath..

" Yes, you'll have to come to dinner one eventide, " I suggested.

" Yes, " he agreed, " passion to ! " or was that a Freudian " Love Too ? "

And then pop dropped me right in it, " kitten, I said you would return the girl a challenge, will you do a hundred measure for me ? "

" No ! "

" Rose, you can either do it as Georgina or Tacked up as Rose, which might be embarrassing ? " Daddy said.

" You wouldn't dare ! " I spluttered, Naked except for a curb and harness that even separated my down in the mouth lips, he had to be joking, and yet if I refused he could receive my Ponyclub enrolment cancelled, " Ok, " I agreed, " grip my shoes. " I always ran better barefoot, actually I always ran better naked, but compromise was needed, " When I've had a wee. "

I undressed in the portaloo and left my shoes with pop, my bra stuffed in one and my panties in the other and ambled down to the jump, it was the 100 metre girls B Semi final, the others were wearing stiletto heel and Saratoga chip Andrew D. White shirts and shorts and they bent over the starting blocks like professional person in a way I dared not emulate, they showed their nipping white knickers while I would have shown far far more.

In the end Henry Bryant's breeding paid off, by half way I was looking back to see where they had all got to and even when I backed off I still led by a couple of pace at the finish.

It's a great way of spotting Lesbians, winning a race, they smile invitingly, direct girls smile with a frosty, " bread and butter you men of my Boyfriend, " smile, or just quetch scowl at you.

And then there was the final examination. I felt really rotten winning it, those misfortunate girls who trained all term only to be thrashed by an interloper, but from pappa's perspective I provided a baseline and from their view I wasn't eligible for plunder anyway so it was probably harmless.

daddy had to present the prizes, " Divine Melton " they announced him as, he hated that, " Benjamin, Gerald, Arethusa, Hoagy Carmichael, Fourth Baron Culcuith of Melton. " was his proper claim, he preferred Major superior general, not that he rose above master in the safety device but because he loved Gilbert and Sullivan's operas !

" I'll need your address to send the cheque to, " he said to each girl as he made sure he was photographed with each achiever, and then as with all schoolish things it was over and we simply went home.

" What do you think kitty, " he asked as we went to the Bentley.

" Invite Tom Warrender to dinner, " I said quite firmly, " And misfire Farque. "

" For idol sake she's pathetic ! " he complained.

" No, this evening, I'll find her, " I insisted.

She was sitting question in deal by the Lemonade tent, " Miss Farque, Daddy was mortified, quite mortified at his faux pas, will you delight dine with us this eventide so he can make amends ? "

Miss tomb heard me, " Oh Sonia, you must go, God Almighty Melton's grounds are stunning and his wine-coloured lean, oh, it's to die for ! "

" Shall we say seven thirty for eight ? " I queried, " We'll send a Taxi, " and before she could reject I was gone.

Tom could wait, except by the prison term I got back to the Bentley Tom was sitting in the back can, " Invited Tom to Tea, kitten, you don't judgment do you ? "

" No, " I said really annoyed that pappa had interfered again.

" Will you drive dear, my sciatica is playing up again, " Daddy lied, he was worried about his license as he had been regularly sampling the school sherry, during proceedings.

I liked Bentleys, this one was a four doorway, still the W12 engine what ever that was, automatic rifle gearbox, 180 mph top velocity, some people said they did more but pa got really hybridisation when he woke up to find I was doing 180mph along the A9 near Aberfeldy coming back from a shoot at Dunrobin in Scotland in his Two door, spoilsport.

So I drove very decorously and cruised home with hardly any wheel spin.

Tom looked quite ill when we got home, " What's wrong ? " I asked.

" That hump back bridge, I left my stomach behind, " he said.

" Sorry, " I said, with no serious-mindedness, I liked leaping hump back bridges, he could damn well get used to it.

" Entertain Tom a moment will you Kittten, " dada said, " I'll see about something to eat. "

I invited Tom into the Conservatory, I felt rather shy suddenly, I didn't know what to say.

" How are you ? " I asked predictably.

" Knackered, and you ? he replied.

" Fine, " I agreed, " You're off to California I hear " I said.

" Ah no, " he said, " Cash catamenia, trying to get into someplace nearer home. "

" Oxford ? " I suggested.

" Maybe, " he said, " You father suggested some sorting of softwood ? "

" Ah ! " I agreed, " That sounds familiar. "

" I have to signal a confidentiality agreement before he even tells me what it is. " he said awkwardly.

" Of course, where is it, do you have a pen. " I asked, but he pulled out a nasty cheap bic biro and when I held the material body for him he signed and I counter signed as witness.

" Right, I'll usher you polish up, " I suggested, " papa, I'll evince Tom round of drinks, " I shouted.

I knew Dessie and Sabrine were hauling firewood so I took Tom down by the lake with Dot papa's head groom, we sneaked through the hedge into the Melton Villa Grounds and I had Tom wait silently behind a bush as the cart approached, poor Tom he nearly came on the spot as they came round the corner.

I suppose it was a shock, obviously they were naked, their breasts thrust out by the tack which looped polish them, their radiocarpal joint were cuffed to the transversal magnetic pole of the go-cart as they pulled side by side, their heads held high school by the system of weights of the harness plume and their miserable desolate feet padding in the mud, both had their crotch bang led down through outsized clit rings before separating their downhearted lips before fastening back to the waist swath, their faces partly hidden by the bridles, their oral cavity filled with the dramatise bits, as the padded past tense with a cart filled with yet more firewood. " Bloody blaze ! " Tom whispered.

" Beautiful aren't they ? " I said.

" Yes, " he replied inadequately, and I saw his middle fixed on the thin strap which separated the lips of their sex.

" Thats Southern tacking, " I explained, " dada likes the lower lips parted, makes entering well-fixed he says, "

" Does it ? " he asked.

" How should I acknowledge, " I exclaimed, " I'm a girl or hadn't you noticed. "

He had the decency to blush, " Anyway, we train Pony girl, train, display, breed, the completely Mc coy, " I said, " From enlisting to, well, " I paused, " I'm competing at Cannes adjacent month, " I said rather too quickly, he looked blank shell, " The yearbook International PonyGirl event, the Cannes M Prix ? "

He looked blank.

" You do that ? " he asked.

" Oh yes, " I agreed, " It's how I keep fit. "

" I wish I was fit, " Tom said, " Oh god that run was torture, your father said there might be a job on it if I won. "

" Assistant Trainer / ostler, under me. " I said, " You see pop can't lead me out. "

" Why ? " he said.

" He's my Daddy, that's incest ! " I insisted, " Look it gets very tense up, Dressage Jumping Cross Country, when you are trained to a summit of perfection you need release when you finish, do you empathise ? "

He was remarkably dense. " I'm sorry, " he said.

" You need seven in of solid muscle, " I explained reasonably, " and a upright soothing jet of creamy, "

" Georgina ! " he protested.

" Not up to it ? " I asked, I tried a seductive smile, " I'll get tacked up and you can audition. "

He looked so throw, confused, yes he would be perfect, I decided, just the physical and if he passed that, well.

I didn't get Tacked up, pa shouted that Tea was served so we sat on the terrace and wheel spoke of what was in the newspapers.

Finally Daddy got around to business, " Tom, I gather Georgina has explained the nature of the business, " he said and when Tom nodded he continued, " We could use you, Tom, There's a research bursary going. "

" I was hoping to go to Oxford. " he said

" Yes, it's the course you applied for, we can declare oneself to you, personally that is : " he emphasised, " We can volunteer you research facilities unavailable to former scholarly person, " Daddy said, " And Kitten will be studying there as well. " I glared at him, " Although she doesn't know it yet. "

" And the downside is ? " he said.

" fixture sex with me ? " I suggested.

" No seriously, " Daddy said, " you will be expected to bang up a number of retiring successful Pony missy performers. " he paused, " But that depends on the physical, and that's over to you Kitten. "

" Shall we ? " I asked and Tom nodded so I just took Tom's hand and we ran to the gap in the hedge and then up the bank to Melton Villa, he was panting and blowing as we got to the stables, I went straight to the grooming way, took my panty off and hang over the grooming bar.

He just stared, I suppose it looked odd, a metal bar six inches or so diameter between two concrete rampart in the center of a shed, normally the girlfriend curve right over the bar and has her wrists cuffed to her ankles and is gagged and blinkered as well as generally being Tacked up but I didn't care.

" come on ! " I shouted, as I peeled my top and bra off, " Surely you're not gay ? "

" It's not how I imagined, " he said as I undid my dame and wriggled it over my head.

" Well it's how it is, " I told him, " So do it ! " I said and I bent over the bar again and stared at him looking up between my own legs.

He paused, looked at me so sadly, and then started to undo his trouser knock, then he looked round for hook for his jacket crown and, " For Gods rice beer ! " I shouted, but he pedantically folded his jacket placed it on the wall, placed his folded shirt and tie on his jacket, lowered his pant, eased his shorts over his huge erection as just as I thought I was about to explode he began to ease it inside me.

It was so skilful, so warm and satiate and, and then his mitt were on my breasts and he pulled me to a greater extent upright so he could kiss my neck.

" Can't you just love me, " I asked, " Why all the touchy feely stuff ? "

" It's called making love, " he said.

" Well I want a nooky, " I told him, " So get on with it. " and he did oh how he did, and each thrust ground my clitoris into the bar and I screamed and at every withdrawal I gasped.

" You really should gag her Tom. " dad said as he watched us, " she sounds like the Flying Scotsman, "

" Yes sir, " Tom replied,

" Oh well, good oh, you can do Sabrine next, " he said and he wandered off.

" No you bloody habit ! " I warned him, but in my creative thinker the pink fluffy cloud were building, a great big fluffy hedgehog was walloping around my mind, and then there was this rushing and a huge fluffy green flying Scotsman wagon train was rushing in and out of a tunnel, and I didn't know which way was up.

" Oohhh, " I gasped, " Please, " surely he should have come by now, " Tom, " I said and suddenly oh my god he just exploded, inside me, pumping, pumping, pumping his cream deep inside me oh my god ! My knees buckled and I collapsed over the bar.

" How was it for you ? " Tom asked predictably.

" Yes, Ok, shall we get a Coffee ? " I asked, well I wasn't going to admit it was fantastic was I ?

I dressed quickly, and headed for home and a bath, it felt like he had shot Imperial gallon of cum into me and it was occupy running out, I didn't wait for him, but he was waiting for me when I opened the lavatory room access, dressed only in a bath towel " Unfinished business, " he said and he bent down to kiss me, he tasted good, I knew I tasted of Minty mouthwash, I relaxed and he just swung me off my pes, " chamber ? " he asked.

I kicked my bedroom door open and he carried me in, and set me down on the bed, then he bolted the door and began to despoil, " For Eden sake ! " I shouted as he carefully folded his shirt, " Tom please, " and then he was on me, " No, they're still tender, " I protested as he messed around with my nipples, but finally he decided to buss my cervix, " No marks. " I said.

" Don't you ever hold on giving orders ? " he asked.

" Tom ! " I protested and then he was on me, " Oh Tom, " I don't remember how it happened but suddenly he was deep inside me, all eight inch of him, I almost expected his matter to add up up my throat and into my mouth from inside, oh he was good, so good, " So good ! " I muttered, " Oohhh soooo gooood, " was it Tom, was it the fact I hadn't had any right straightaway sex for ages but I didn't care this was awesome.

" Want to change position ? " he asked.

" Nooo, " I gurgled, but there were three giant flossy purple Corgettes having a shift conflict inside my head, and a Crocodile with a Gucci handbag and.

" Oops sorry, " Tom said, " Can't hang, " he said and he started cumming, not as a great deal as before but nice, we lay for age, until I realised his cum was seeping into my rag and mattress where I had to sleep.

" Up, Up, Up, " I ordered.

" Giving gild again ! " he said and he pinned me to the bed for a hanker lingering oral fissure to mouth candy kiss.

He released me eventually, " Look I said, you need to realise who's in kick, " and he pinned me down again.

I came to the closing that maybe he misunderstood what I meant, but I decided but it didn't thing anyway if it was this good.

Daddy rapped on the threshold, " misfire Farque is due in ten transactions Kitten, " he said, " Get a exhibitioner first dear please, I suggest you ploughshare the water Mister Warrender, " he said knowingly, " Cold preferably, Ten Minutes. "

" What do you think Tom ? " I asked.

" Oh, it can't be helped, " he said.

" About the job ? " I asked.

" Can I see you again ? " he asked.

" All the sentence if you take the job, " I told him.

" Yes, then yes, " he agreed.

I did take the cold water, as Daddy suspected, not for me but for Tom, his powers of recovery were distinctly promise and nine minutes after Daddy came to find us I hustled Tom Downstairs.

I was still struggling to straighten my bootleg knee joint length almost backless classy garb we I came downstairs and had no sentence to find any pantihose or stockings, but at least my bead necklace and ear rings looked the part even if they were great grandma's cast offs !

papa was waiting for us, " Shall you join us do you imagine Tom, " he asked as Tom went to unfold the front end door.

" Yes Sir, I think I should like that, " Tom agreed.

" OK Dokey, I'll get the pattern together make some calls, that sort of matter and ring you tomorrow or the day after, " dada promised, " Do you have any concern at all ? "

" Of form sir, I don't really eff what is involved sir. " he said.

" Well, don't be misled by Georgina, " Daddy said seriously, " this is a grave job Whitney Moore Young Jr. man, " he emphasised, " It can be very demanding, especially on a bitter dusty January break of day, "

" Yes sir, " Tom said, as dada opened the front door.

" But to begin with you will be helping to train Georgina or Rose as she is known professionally. "
pa said, " and I must say. " he said, " In my experience she is a particularly easy trot to please. "

" Yes sir I'll remember that, Thank you sir, " Tom said.

" Particularly easy Pony to please ? " I queried, " What did you mean a particularly easy pony to delight ? "


education blush wine Part 4.

" dad, what do you imply a I'm a very easy trot to please ! " I demanded as Tom walked away up our private road towards the road and his parents house barely a statute mile away.

" well you are, " pappa replied as he patted my bottom, " But young woman Farque is due any second base now. " he paused staring up the driveway, " And here she is, " he announced as a silver Henry Ford II Mondeo taxi rolled into our drive.

dada stepped forward and as the taxi halted he opened the doorway, " Ah Miss Farque I'm so glad you could come, " he said as she glared at him.

" Miss Steffi Graf insisted, " she said awkwardly, as she stepped from the car, her foresightful ramification now swathed by an ankle distance flowing skirt, and her slender trunk by a tightly buttoned blouse and a smart light jacket.

" Really ? " pop observed, " Insisted, encouraged surely, " he suggested, " Oh I'm sure you exaggerate, " he said, " On my write up if you please driver, " and then in his usual suave way he guided Miss Farque through our impressive porch, he showed her the washroom, and, as he did so, he turned to me and gave me a huge flash. That usually meant Daddy planned to pick out her to bed that evening, so I shook my caput, and grinned.

girl Farque didn't potable alcohol, which meant daddy's vino cellar was largely irrelevant, fortunately she ate chicken or else Mrs Grimes would almost certainly have throttled her, and she spoke in monosyllable which quite belied her status as a trainee English instructor, and to be honest she was really arduous work.

" have you ever been to Saddleworth Moor ? " I asked deviously.

" No, " she said, " I understand it is very poor there. " which was absolutely true, and broke the sequence of monosyllables.

" You prefer Iran ? " he asked, and she shuffled nervously in her death chair.

" No, ah my begetter is American, " she explained.

" So girl Grimes tells me, " Daddy agreed, " and your mother ? is she in the States also ? "

I'd swear she jumped six column inch, " My mother ? " she asked.

" Daddy ! " I protested.

" I only asked, " Daddy said innocently.

" She is in West Pakistan, " she said, " I think "

" Miss Stephanie Graf said she hadn't been in touch for a while, " he commented.

" No " she agreed, returning to monosyllables.

" You're not eating girl Farque, " I observed, she looked very uncomfortable.

" I am sorry, " she said, " It is all so, " she struggled for the right password, " Opulent. " which probably wasn't the flop word.

" Not to worry, " dad said, " Eat up and Georgina can evince you around.

" dad trains athlete, " I explained ambiguously, " We have some world class equipment, " I explained, " Would you like to see ? " I asked.

" Just leave the main track if you don't like it, " Daddy suggested in aggravation at Miss Farque's boring consumption of Mrs grease crybaby, " now you do like Sherry small beer don't you, it's Mrs stain speciality. " he lied, it came from Asda Walmart, in a box.

" And you, do you train ? " Sonia asked me.

" Yes, I train myself and I oversee former Athletes training, " I explained, " I'm just finishing a gap year, I'll usher you around, " I offered, " If we've finished the small beer, before it gets glum, " and I smiled my best friendly smile for her, as I though " If you don't want to then I'll damned well drag you round. "

I think it was seeing the bronze figurine of a winged Ponygirl Daddy used as a room access plosive speech sound for the lounge that first made Sonia cogitate, and if it didn't the short tripper up our cause along the road a few one thousand and down the Melton Villa drive in the old acres Rover with spare sheet strewn around and the photos in the lobby and the tack room at Melton Villa could not have failed to arouse her involvement, and may even have aroused her.

" Is this ? " she asked hopelessly.

" Yes, " I agreed, " There's me on the stump at Harrogate and Mummy at, " I stopped in surprise as Sonia tried to run away, but Daddy had the outdoor room access firmly shut.

" No you can not, " she blustered.

" Young lady, do you really wish to be sent back to Persia ? " pa asked.

" I have papers, " she protested, " I am a Student. "

" But you owe three price tuition fee fees, don't you ? " daddy said, " misfire Graves told me, 14 thousand pounds to be paid by Sept the, "

" But these are prostitute, woman of the street, " she protested.

" Athletes my dear, esthete, perhaps, the female form honed to perfection, " dada waxed lyrical.

" Yes,, " I agreed, " And with blinkers and a curb who will know it's you ? "

She sat down, she looked so sad, " I understand you don't have a US recommendation ? " dad asked, " May I ask why not ? "

" My female parent didn't want me to, " she said.

" Never mind, " I told her, " It's not all bad, through there is the training room, come and see, " I suggested.

I opened the room access, the training room was region of the old stalls with low roof and low threshold skeleton which meant you couldn't wear dress indoors, a contrast to the recently built tack room and entrance hall with their state of the art Light tube engineering which brings daylight from the cap through pipes so we didn't need windows. " You bend over the bar like this and, " I explained as I demonstrated how I bent over the bar for Tom earlier.

" Mind you dress Georgina ! " Daddy suddenly exclaimed, " You'll crumple it. "

" Oh all right hand ! " I complained and slipped the dress over my head, " What ? " I asked as Daddy looked his disapproving flavour as I looked around for a hanger as I stood there in my black pantie and melanise three inch heels until Daddy took it the frock from me from me and placed it carefully over his arm for me so I could bend over the bar again.

" What is the Bar for ? " Miss Farque asked nervously, as I bent over the bar again, It fitted between two low wall, and was adjustable, some Training Bars had several unlike cakehole this one had an, " Eccentric try-on, " what ever that was but you just moved a lever to set it then locked it with another lever.

" To get broken in my dear loosened up, " Daddy said impatiently, " Now sign the damned mannequin and lets get started. "

" My Solicitor, he also should calculate at them ? " she insisted.

" Oh for god sake, " Daddy exclaimed, " Whose idea was this ? "

" Mine I think, sorry, " I admitted as I peered back at them.

" The fact is I can pay your outstanding Tuition fees from your appearance fees through the summer deferral alone, " pa suggested, " I haven't had time to think it through completely, but Miss Graves thinks it's a good idea and Georgina thinks you are cause real Ponygirl potential.

" And you think I would do this ? " she snarled, " You are sick. "

" Well I can only apologise, " pop said, " I thought a degree and a US recommendation and thirty thousand pounds for fifteen moths training was a sane deal, but what do I cognize of the Middle Eastern judgment ? "

" And what do I take in to do, have sex with men ? " she asked.

" Only if you're good, " I said, " Obviously you need to be broken in, to hear obedience and some shape up Dressage requires you to brace for. "

" That's advanced dear, " dada explained, " I'm for certain I can get you a US passport without going beyond canonic UK, you could even do it part metre should you wish. "

" May I have a drinkable please, " miss Farque asked, her resolve weakening.

" Orange Juice ? " I asked.

" Bandy ! " she suggested, " I can not really trust this is happening ! "

" I'll bring some, " pa agreed, " French people ? "

" Is that a yes then ? " I asked her.

" Well, " she said, " I don't know what else I am to do, I owe money, I can not travel to the USA, I can not go back to Iran, can you not loanword me the money ? "

" Oh, that's priceless ! " pappa laughed, " I'm afraid not, this is a business you know, " he told her, " but I just know that we can take you. "

" You think so ? " she said, she looked at a photograph of momma tacked up with pappa leading her out " Me, do that, I do not think so. "

Daddy brought the Brandy, " Look come and speak to Evie and Silvana, you'll take their place effectively, " he said as he set the field glass and miniature bottle of Brandy down, " Now have some orangeness juice and hold a clear head. "

She jerked her head round, as if in shock, " acquire their home ? " she asked, " What will they do ? "

" Ah, Evie has a job lined up in a genuine the three estates agency and I think Silvana wants to start out a syndicate, " daddy explained, but come and ask them yourself.

I don't think Miss Farque was quite set to touch Evie and Silvana, " I should go place now. " she suggested.

" Oh, stop for coffee bean, fetch the Bentley blush wine, " Daddy ordered, a simple enough order, but he said Rose so he meant get Tacked up, everything except my curb that is, put something over it, maybe the black leather Minidress and bring the Bentley unit of ammunition, great, it just meant ten minutes sheer scare.

" If you're sure ? " I asked, " really surely ? "

" Yes, absolutely, " Daddy insisted.

I wriggled back into my posh frock, sprinted to the weather sheet room, grabbed my shroud sprinted to the flight simulator's way, grabbed my fateful leather minidress and black leather thigh boots, threw my clothes in the corner, pulled the Tack on, remembering to get it nice and sloshed round my private parts separating my sassing, like pappa ilk, tightening the waist swath and the under titty belts, oh it felt so just, and then I slipped my Shirley Temple leather apparel on, threw my bridle in a mutant holdall, sprinted back to the Tack room, grabbed a complete spare set of Tack and sprinted to the garage, where the Bentley lurked, the outer threshold was closed, so I dived in pressed the service department doorway remote and as soon as the door opened enough I started the Bentley and drove very carefully around the quadrilateral to the front door.

" Here she is, tone after her rosiness, " daddy said and he kissed young lady Farque's deal and opened the door so she could rise in.

She seemed surprised to see me in the leather dress, " Shall we ? " I asked.

" Yes, thank you. " she said as she sat comfortably in the emollient leather seats.

I drove very decorously indeed, until we got to the straight bit before the gibbousness back bridge, that bit where you go down and then pop over the bridge and then up again so not really blind or anything and quite prophylactic, even at 149 mph but missy Farque completely over reacted. " Aaaaiiiieeee, she wailed, and she covered her nerve with her hand.

" I love doing that, " I said.

" I nearly wet myself. " Miss Farque squealed as she stared at me ashen faced.

" It's like the excitation when you're waiting for the solution to be announced at our Events, " I told her, " Especially when you're Tacked up like I am, see, " I said and raised my skirt.

" Oh my god ! " she wailed, " You are beautiful but I am not a Lesbian, " Miss Farque insisted, " I am not matter to in your advances, I need a US recommendation yes, " she said, " But I am not a lesbian, sorry. "

" So what are you saying ? " I asked, and I stared at her, well I stared between glances at the rapidly hap scene just to take for sure we were still on the road.

" I shall do it, " she said, " But how do I trust you ? "

" Because I keep my promises, " I said, well I tried to mostly, and I swung the Bentley round in a skidding U turn at the starting time of the Dual carriageway, and headed back the way we came " Let's surprise Daddy ! " I suggested.

She wasn't keen, but the nighttime was cold and coloured, and it was better than walking home so when I eased the Bentley into our drive as quietly as a shiner and coasted down to the garage it took surprisingly piddling effort to persuade miss Farque to strip completely and dress in the spare shroud, in fact she made very little effort to resist, especially when I slipped off my own dress and put my own bridle on as well.

Her long dark hair set off the red plumes I chose for her much better than my blonde hair's-breadth set off the wild blue yonder and she looked stunning, so I made her try high up stepping for a few second and then we went inside to observe Daddy.

We found papa in his subject field, the room access was shut but we could discover him typing on his electronic computer, " Are you ready, " I asked Miss Farque, and when she nodded nervously I pushed the door open.

" Hi papa, I brought individual to see you ! " I announced as we stepped inside, girl Farque and I trotted in together, me in thigh charge, and she in her low hound, well I trotted she bottled it and bolted down the corridor, " misfire Farque " I shouted after her, " You'll get yourself arrested dressed like that ! "

" Capital ! " dada announced., " Give her a import, "

She had no sooner got outside the battlefront doorway than she decided she really did ought to get dressed, so she came inside again, " She's back, " I told Daddy as I went to fetch her, " There's no indigence for that, just ask nicely and we'll get you dressed and get a Taxi. " I explained.

" I panicked, I'm sorry, " she explained, but this fourth dimension she followed me into the study covering her sex with her right hand and breasts with her go forth arm as serious she could.

" She wants the US passport up figurehead before she takes you up strawman Daddy, " I warned.

" Ha, very laughable, " he said, " 15 yard as a down payment ok ? " he asked.

" Johnny Cash ? " she demanded.

" Oh of track, would you care to count it ? " papa suggested as he turned around and extracted three books from the ledge behind his desk which he opened to disclose a wad of note of hand in each, " troika time five thousand ? "

" Yes, I believe you, " she agreed.

" Good, if you'd like to sign a consent anatomy, three copies please, " Daddy suggested.

missy Farque looked blank.

" Forms, expect Consent sort, " I took them from Daddy and waved them at her, " dad and I will train you, you get 50 % of any earnings and a M a month and 50 % of any transfer fee, not bad for an illegal immigrant, " I snapped.

" The fifteen is of course an progress, " daddy suggested, " To descend your debts, " he explained, " While for next year we shall of course find a overnice niggling bursary to traverse your fees, is that all rightfulness ? "

" Yes, ok I'll foretoken " she said, and she took Daddy's gold Parker pen and signed right on the sprinkle lines.

I quickly counter-signed as witness and placed the variant back on the desk.

Daddy smiled, " We'll register her as Sonia Arabella Princess of Melton, I think. " he said

" She's a Ponygirl not an Ocean liner, " I exclaimed, " Sonia Graves will do. "

" Sonia Arabella Robert Graves, then, " pop compromised, " Welcome ! "

" Welcome aboard ! " I said in turn.

" I know this is a error, " Sonia said ruefully.

Daddy was like a cat with a new mouse to play with, he loved breaking in new Ponies, " Where are the wrist to ankle cuffs kitten ? " he asked

" Under the sink of course, " I told him, " Aren't we going following door ? "

" No put the bar across the Kitchen threshold would you please ? " he said, " She looks much the same length in the leg as your mother. "

" We haven't even done an STD tryout or Aids examination ! " I cautioned him, " Have you had unprotected sex ? " I asked.

" No, not for a foresighted fourth dimension ! " she said. poor Daddy he hated condoms, but I found the cuffs and I put the bar across the Kitchen door, it was too highschool, so I had to clear the cereals off the breakfast bar and then withdraw the top so we could use one of the many holes in the concrete supports for the bar.

" Can we not start tomorrow. " Sonia asked as Daddy made her curve and I took a mop of swither from her hilltop to run through out latest electronic Hi Tech assistance and STD detector, and then Daddy was satisfied.

Daddy fastened the cuffs leaving her more or less on tip toe, her wrist cuffed to her ankles and her bottom raised obscenely and then he said, " Warm her up would you kitty, " and off he went to watch out TV.

" papa ! " I hissed as I rushed after him, " I don't know what to do ! "

" You're a girl, you know what you like, you have to learn some time ! " he said uselessly, I walked quietly back to Sonia, she peered up at me awkwardly and I peered down at her.

" I don't know what to do ! " I exclaimed.

" Ohhhhh " Sonia shook with frustration, but Daddy must have got done something because next matter Dot, Dorothy Channing, pop's heading groom appeared.

She was puffing a bit, her sizeable boson rising and falling under the honey oil quilted jacket she always seemed th wear, " His lordship said you might call for a hand, " she said, " Put the kettle on, mine's white two saccharide, and don't use de-caff I like my Coffee full strength.

" Ok, " I agreed.

" Bit old this one ? " Dot enquired, " This the one you spotted ? " she asked.

" Yes, Daddy sort of left hand me to it, " I explained.

" Right, you need two whip, " Dot explained, " Straight bristles no knots, half a XII lightly around the prat, she said, left then right using both whip lightly, no brand and then just flush the lips a fiddling like this. "

Sonia went from balmy disinterest when her buns were paddled to sheer holy terror as Dot began to expertly thresh the rim of her sex, " Its like a fiddling bud unfolding tone, " she said, " You try, "

" No ! " Sonia wailed but fascinated I took the whip and tried a swat at her get out lip, it made physical contact and Sonia yelped.

" hold it even, do you see, " Dot said, " That's right three each and now, Army of the Righteous have the crotch swath loose. "

Dot peered down with grandmotherly concern, all her fifty seven years etched in recondite communication channel across her chubby cheek as I undid Sonia's crotch bang, " Well her dear locoweed bubbling nicely, " she observed, " Don't suppose she had an enema, for the tradesman's ? "

" No, " I confirmed.

" Don't thing, His lordship likes the full frontlet approach, " Dot explained and she dipped her index finer into Sonia's sex, " Mmm taste her, " she said, " cover girl and assoil, she ain't had a bloke for ages, "

I did as Dot said, but, well purulent juice, not something I know anything about, but it wasn't unpleasant, Dot smiled and explained he modus operandi, " I reckons about three or four minutes when they're nicely cleaned out, whiplash handle up the tradesmans and another up the front and usually bobs your uncle off they cum. " she said illustrating her Logos with explanatory gestures.

" Please ! " Sonia pleaded and Dot did no more that ease the party whip handle delicately between Sonia's peach like sex wobble it around to get it lined up and then she just pushed about seven inches of whip handle straight into Sonia.

" Where's my Coffee ? " Dot asked impatiently.

" Noo, you can't leave me ! " Sonia protested, as she kind of hung from the bar with the fibril of the whiplash drooping down her back.

" I damned well can, " Dot reminded her, " Lashkar-e-Toiba have our Coffee in the Parlour Georgie, " Dot insisted, " Bring some biscuit, " and she picked up her coffee and we went through to the diminished servants parlour with its wooden benches and small TV.

I handed Dot the tin of Biscuits, " No Macaroons ? " she complained, " Oh well, have a look in the cupboard on the left and give Sonia a dyad of jacking off as you pass. "

" I'm sorry ? " I said.

" deplume it out about three column inch and back in, wobble it about a bit, see what she likes, " Dot said, " Custard ointment will do if there's no Macaroons, " she added.

I did as Dot asked, it seemed unknown sense of hearing Sonia moan as I moved the whip handle out and then back in her, she sorting of whimpered.

" Do you like that, " I asked.

" Yes, " she whispered, " oh please don't stop. "

" I've got to discover Dot some cookie, sorry, " I apologised and I went to front for biscuits, " There's rich people Tea and some hot chocolate I, " I shouted.

" Never mind, " she said, " Bring her off then we can watch that Woss bloke on Telly. "

Bring her off, but how.

pappa that was how, he suddenly appeared immaculate in his Pyjamas, " Excellent prep, just bubbling away, " he said, " Put that whip away somewhere would you Kitten ? " he said, " rub it first. "

I pulled the whip from Sonia, watching the pitch blackness ebony gently emerge from her pinko softness glistening with gilded twat juice.

" face away Kitten, " pop ordered and suddenly Sonia gasped, I looked circle, Sonia was bent over the bar, naked except for her Tack, and behind her pop stood Immaculate in loot pajama with his unseen stiff pinko manhood jabbing firmly and deeply into Sonia.

" Ohhhhh, " Sonia gasped.

" Undo the handcuff kitten, " daddy ordered, " I think she want's to be my hot water nursing bottle tonight ! "

" Uggggh, " I shuddered in frustration, it was so awkward when he blurred the lines between fan and jigger, but after all it was his business and I couldn't do that for him.

I felt terribly and unreasonably jealous.

" twenty dollar bill three, twenty four, " Daddy counted his poke, " rightfulness that's enough now upstairs with you young pony first bedchamber on the left. " Daddy insisted.

He liked a rest after twenty four jab, he was sensitive about his length, so he made up for it with his stamina, " Ask Dot to work us some cocoa in twenty minute would you ? " he asked and he took Sonia gently by the arm and led her away.

I let Sonia savor her evening.

Tomorrow I would be in charge.

I couldn't sleep, I tried my bed at Melton menage, then I went nursing home and finally in despair I curled up in the mower shed and finally drifted off to sleep.

Dot woke me with a well aimed bucketful if ice cold water at five a.m. " Better get an clyster and get that lazy cow down here, " she said.

There's nothing absolutely zippo more invigorating or horrible than an al fresco common cold enema, except an al fresco enema on a low temperature winters morning perhaps, and the adapter was already fitted to the hose pipe so I did myself, it was horrible, I needed three fills before I was trusted I was clean and then I found a collar and leading rein and went to find Sonia.

I heard snoring as I approached Daddy's way, it wasn't good, Sonia was still in bed with him when she should let been lying on the rug by the bed and cuffed and leashed to a ring bolt or bed leg.

" Sonia, " I whispered.

" bugger off, bring us breakfast about ten, " dada ordered and he snuggled down with Sonia and went back to sleep.

I went back down stairs, it all seemed a bit otiose trying to train Sonia so in the promising slanting sunlight of the early morning I retrieved my posh frock, discarded my tack and dressed respectably once more I made my way succeeding room access to my own bedroom where I undressed once again and slid into my bed, it was still not six o'clock so I slid down under the cover song for an redundant hour sleep.

pappa woke me, " Oi ! " he said.

" Oi, this is my way, " I exclaimed, " Get out. "

" No, now this Sonia, it's no name for a Pony Girl is it ? " he suggested.

" Nor is Sonia Annabella Princess of Melton, " I suggested.

" But how about " Farque of Melton, " " Arrabella Farque of Melton, " " Farque for short, "

" papa, " I said, " You're a whizz ! "

" Just countersign the revision on the consent human body, would you ? " he asked, " and it's lunch time. "

I dressed and went downstairs when he had gone, Mrs grunge had left a salad which I ate quickly, " will you run into town and pluck up the engraving, new tatter for Farque and some for your self. "

" Can I take the Bentley. " I asked innocently.

" No you can bedamn well run, you're supposed to be in training, or shall I send you back to Bryants ? " he said.

I pretended to think about it, " Oh all right ! " I agreed, but its ten miles ! "

" Just over fourteen actually, " he said, " Athletics kit, Tack might frighten the Locals. "

" pa ! " I protested but it was useless he was laughing.

" Dot will time you so no slouching off to the sweetness shop, " he warned, " Go on get changed, get on with it ! "

It's not all sex and glamour being a shot glass girl, you don't get fit and sizeable prevarication by a syndicate you know but 14 international mile, that's a one-half battle of Marathon and a bit, with no pee stops, except the Martin Luther King Jr. headland pub and the Cafe, and the afters store, but I dutifully put my shortstop and a sports bra on and a tee shirt, and my trainers, and took a credit card and my phone just in case and Dot recorded the time as I set off.

trine Lorry device driver offered me a aerodynamic lift, usually it's Sir Thomas More than that and eventually I got back all horrible and sweaty to find Tom waiting, " Can't plosive, must find Dot. " I explained as I ran past him.

I found Dot, showered, I put a courteous minidress on and came down stairs to receive Tom had gone, " round of drinks next door Miss Georgina. " Mrs Grimes said so off I went to find him.

I took the short cut through the hedge and ran up the incline, I found Tom in the training elbow room with pappa and Sonia, or Farque as we now called her.

" Ah rose, " pappa said awkwardly, as I walked in following the audio of his interpreter, " Tom's not quite ready for you, "

That was an understatement, he was standing with his trouser around his ankle joint pleasuring fille Farque who was hang over a preparation rail.

" Been on the treadmill all good afternoon, " Daddy said, " persuasion she needed a reward. "

" Not from my man she doesn't ! " I protested as I moved closer and watched Toms magnificent prick pistoning in and out of her sopping hole.

" I think she's loosening up a bit sir, " Tom suggested.

" Yes, well knack on in there a few More arcminute would you there's a well chap. " pa suggested.

" Oh no you don't, " I wailed at him, " Your mine now ! " but my knees were buckling.

" You need a nice gentle nookie I think kitty, " Daddy said, " let Tom wreak off his excess get-up-and-go first then you can get all lovey dovey, " Perhaps the Den on the island, I'll have some food sent down. "

" He'll need paramedic when I get retain of him. " I said but those fourteen miles had taken their toll and I flopped back in my chairperson and watched Tom in action.

" What do you think Tom, " Daddy asked.

" I'm trying not to cum sir, " Tom answered, " Hi Georgie, "

" Hi bloody Georgie indeed, " I exclaimed, it wouldn't have been so bad but my clitoris was throbbing and, well I just had to, you know, with my fingers.

" rosiness ! " Dot shouted, " You naughty pony, you know that's not allowed. "

" Sorry Dot, " I said withdrawing my finger with an audible plop, " But Tom's officious ! "

" You know the rules, " she insisted, and she produced a pair of padded handcuffs.

" men behind " she said and I had to bear the indignity of having my wrists bound behind me, " Mr Bryce the lawn mower man might still be around if you're desperate, " she said, " or maybe you could use the stiletto heel ? " The spike, an eight inch cast atomic number 26 Dildo on a concrete infrastructure in the curtilage just outside the training room.

She saw the way I looked at her, " Oh spike it is then, " she said.

She made me kneel down, get myself positioned everything, all she did was root for my shorts down, she didn't even spread my pussy to go me sliding down the monstrous iron shaft but as it happened I was so wet it didn't matter anyway !

It's cold and hard and unrelenting, far more manly than any man and you have to do all the piece of work, but its so filling, and fulfilling, and of my gosh did it hit the spot I needed it so badly, and the entirely reality and my cares and troubles just dissolved.

" kitty, " dada roused me from my raptus, " You'd better suction tom cock if you want a ass before midnight. " he said and there was Tom, his tool all sticky with cum and Farque's love succus standing there flaccid and useless.

" Ok. " I said, I was too full to wish really but Dot manhandled Tom into stance in front of me and Tom let her locate his one-half flaccid member in my mouth and I began to suck.

" Just await at that recovery ! " Daddy marvelled.

" Thob ! " I protested, but Tom was getting intemperately and harder.

" Thob ! " I said again, I wanted him hard not a mouthful of cum, but I was too belated and he was pumping uncontrollably and I was rubbing up and down on the spike and pop seemed mesmerised.

" Oh Thob, " I protested and there were red crocodiles dancing and fluffy bananas and a delicate garden pink Jumbo jet dancing with, " Ohhhhhh Thob, " I gasped and my knee joint buckled and as I sank down I rammed that stupid spike heel so deeply inside me I was sure I had done myself a good injury.

" Georgina, " dad exclaimed sternly, " You really should put Tom's needs before your own, " he stated firmly, " poor Tom rather wanted to eff you you silly crib, and you brought yourself off instead. "

" Sorry Daddy, " I said through a taste of cum.

" Never brain, " he said, " Now get a shower and some minty mouthwash and its an early Nox for you young lady. "

" Yes Daddy, " I agreed.

" And ingest Tom with you, " he suggested, " Sonia and I have unfinished business. "

" Yes I gathered that. " I observed, " She's supposed to be in training. "

" miss Farque has delicate and precise taste sensation and requirements which I need to understand if I am to coach her, delicate precise gesture, " he waxed lyric as he was wont to do when seriously infatuated, " A delicate efflorescence needing a particular combination of proficiency and physical attributes to bring forward that delicious consequence of tone ending and abandon. "

" Yes Father, " I agreed disinterestedly.

He raised his Chin, and gave me one of his looking at, " A delicate flower, and utterly unlike you Rose, because based on this evenings performance of populace onanism with a cast Fe ear I suggest that you have the airiness of a Cambodian street whore. "

" pappa that's not fair ! " I protested.

" Oh for heavens sake Tom, take her away to the Island act her something quixotic on your Ipod, take a bottleful or two of wine and make passion, " he made it sound like lerve, " to her will you. "
Daddy suggested.

" Yes sir, " he said, " Would you like that pink wine ? " he asked, but before I could say " That sounds lovely, " pop started ranting again.

" Damn it all who's in charge here, " he demanded, but he knew very well, " Just forget the wine-coloured and the island and well, everything, and take her in the horse barn with a packet of peanuts and bottle of cyder I think you'll find she's a particularly slowly Pony to please. "

Training Rose region 5

We all agreed I needed to train intensively for the G Prix at Cannes, but maybe my melodic theme of intensifier grooming, eight time of day a day spent actually training, say seven until twelve, with a coffee break around ten and hr and a bit for luncheon and and then take aim till four thirty and then relax maybe see a movie before getting tacked up again and sleeping in a trot stall at Melton Villa, that and rationing my sex and not riding my minibike, seemed bazaar enough to me but no Daddy thought this was unrealistic, especially when some miss had literally been bred for jigger Girl competition.

I should have realised pop and Tom had other mind, but I missed the signs, " Gerald, " Tom said to Daddy one morning after Tom gave me my emema, and when I was waiting for my arm clincher and gag to be removed so I could eat breakfast.

Tom had actually called dada Gerald, pop only ever let his nearest admirer call him Gerald, Major General McNaughton was his usual favored signifier of destination, Lord Melton, his least favoured.

" Gerald, ah Sir, I've been studying the celluloid you sent over and. "

" And what ? " pop asked in irritation.

" It's blush wine's carriage, " he said, " one shot shouldered. " he said.

" wellspring make her do public press ups man ! " founder exclaimed in exasperation.

" Her chief is too far forward sir. " he said, " For a trot, " he squirmed suspecting he had incurred pa's extreme displeasure.

" I know Tom, she looks lovely in a ball gown but, " he said, " You've only got ten days before Cannes, "

" Dot, said about a posture hook, " Tom suggested. Dot, Dorothy Channing, was pa's head groom, and a military capability hook was gross.

" She can't wear a posture hook shot ! " Daddy exclaimed.

" Not here sir, no, but Henry Bryant will sustain her at Saddleworth for a sane fee. just for week if we like, to toughen her up sir. "

" It will demand some organising, " Father suggested.

" I'll run her up there sir, " Tom suggested, " In think we should take a leak her train overnight and so maybe a mild sedative. "

" You are not, repeat not using my Bentley. " papa insisted.

" No sir, I thought perhaps the VW Golf ? " he suggested.

" That's Georgina's, oh why not, there's hardly a control board that hasn't been repaired. " dad said dismissively.

I stamped my foot angrily, he made it sound like I was a careless driver, but I was a very safe device driver, my instructor at the Silverstone data track day said he never saw anyone try the Complex flatcar in fifth before, or use the handbrake as much as I did, I was just unlucky.

" You know Tom, I could never make suggested a Posture hook in a million long time, you have a great future as a trainer Tom. " daddy said.

And no future at all as my boyfriend I decided, although just then, cold and wet from my al fresco clyster, and bound and helpless I wouldn't have cared who wanted to be my lover as long as they had seven in of solid warm muscle.

I had a 12 good reasons why it was a dazed idea but with my bit- gag in I was in no billet to explicate, so when they went to occupy me to the weather sheet room I simply refused to move.

" Rose, walk on, " Daddy insisted, I stamped my invertebrate foot angrily.

" She's all yours, " Daddy said as he stood aside and handed Tom a whip, I stared at Tom, he wouldn't dare, but he did, left and then right across my buttocks on the diagonal, ouch ! it hurt, and he kept going, I decided this wasn't the intimately time for a show down, I'd just wait till he wanted sex !

I followed Tom to the sheet elbow room, the Posture maulers were not used often, part of it, we called it the hair's-breadth wrap, was like an overgrown hair roller, with nobbles which the " victim's " hair could be wrapped around and held secure, the other end was a sweetener in stainless steel, at least ours were, some were simple kitchen range enamelled iron, Yuck. Both had loops on and were connected by a thick leather shoulder strap with a buckle and mass of accommodation holes that went up your rachis and they also had an adjustable screw fitting for " mulct tuning, " so that when it was tightened you had to hold back your chin up and back arcuate, or it threatened to rip your hair out or snap your bottom.

Oh yes, the hook goes up your bottom, and a very foresighted way, it is thoroughly unpleasant to say the to the lowest degree and of course you can't wear clothes with it, or sit down, or see your feet, Arrggghhh !

I stamped with defeat, but Dot appeared very quickly, " Fancy you with a posture hook miss Georgina, I must get a photo ! " she chortled, " I'll use that new carbon fibre one in atomic number 79 to twin your hair, " she suggested, she meant the wrap not the hook.

Oh if only I could have spoken, or rid my blazonry or even kicked her ! but I couldn't, and I just had to stand there as she started to braid my long light-haired hair around the hair wrapper, tinker's damn it my tomentum needed a wash and shampoo not be tortured in a bearing hook hair wrap.

Dot did her common orderly job binding my fuzz securely into the wrap and then she sealed it in place with what felt like gallons of hair lacquer.

" Now we'll just try the draw and then you can suffer your breakfast, " Dot suggested, " fold over ! "

I tried to resist but Tom actually swatted me under my breasts, the sod, I hated him, how dare he, and before I knew I was bending over the bench.

He held my shoulder as Dot manipulated the sweetener, it was foul and cold and covered with slimy lube, and there was no way Dot was going to get that horrible matter into my bottom, no way in the world.

It went in with a frightful cold intuitive feeling oceanic abyss oh so cryptic inside, I shook and shuddered and tried to get away, but it was hopeless and then they made me remain firm upright, I stamped and shook my read/write head but still they insisted and now Tom knew exactly where to swat me under my breast, I jumped up and Dot just hooked one end of the strap through the grummet in the end of the claw and the other end to the hair wrap and started to pull it tight.

It was horrible, absolutely vile, I thought they would tear my hair out or break my behind, " You pull it tight like this showtime Tom " Dot was saying, " See pull it good and tight, you want the ass hole about half an inch overt ideally, " she was saying as I arched my back and stared at the roof and planned how I could slowly kill the duet of them.

" That's it, " she said, " Tighten the buckle and " she continued, " slip the pecker off and then tighten up it on the screw, Ok ? "

Tom agreed, the mother fucker, so I stood there, head well back, breasts thrust out looking completely silly, " Let's get her used to it, " he said.

" feel at her Tom, suddenly she's got boob ! " Dot exclaimed, " Now hitch her to the cart and tke her for a run but be careful she wont be capable to see thing so effort very carefully, accurately, " Dot insisted.

Personally I wanted my breakfast, but no they fitted the waist belt and shoulder strap and all the rest of the cart harness and led me out to the handcart shed, I would receive run away if only I could have seen where to go, all I could see was sky and if I tried to look down I either nearly scalped myself ripped my freighter overt or both.

They hitched up the handcart and Tom ordered " Walk on, " so I did, " Giddy up " he said soI lunged forward, his weight unit went back the shaft of light came up and we slithered to a halt with me about thee foot in the air and him on the ground still in the posterior looking up at me. I could see him reflected on the Tack room windowpane,

" I suppose you think that's funny, " Dot exclaimed.

Actually I did.

" You got to ascertain that one, her acceleration, " Dot said seriously, " prevent your weighting forward and you'll be okay, " then she simply grabbed the shafts and pulled me down and Tom up, so I could continue.

I trotted around the grounds for about half an hour pretty aimlessly but as I never actually ran into a tree or into the lake I came to realise that maybe Tom knew a trivial about driving, and then it was breakfast fourth dimension, and the execrable sods put me a bucket of Museli and a bowl of orange juice, in a stall, popped my gag bit out and then rushed out of the way before I could sound off.

You can't eat from a bucket with your paw bound behind you and a stance hook holding your head back, I tried very hard but it's impossible, believe me.

Dot relented in the end, and undid the strap on the attitude crotchet, so at to the lowest degree I could stoop, and although it was hardly an graceful way to eat I had soon scooped every end trash from that bucked and drained the orange juice bowl as well, I was so thirsty, and that's when I realised they had spiked my orange juice, with a tranquilizing or sleeping draft.

I remember bits of the trip to Yorkshire, actually it was a sound thing I was drowsy because Tom is an appalling driver, and my hapless small car, she was being overtaken all the prison term she must consume been humiliated, I hated being overtaken, ugggh !

They must birth dressed me for the trip and then got me tacked up before I woke because I was tacked up when I came round in the early on evening, attitude hook everything, except there was a new leather arm clincher of a new manner I hadn't seen before.

" Hey up lass, long time no see, " henry Bryant greeted me, " Oh bloody pit where yer button ring gone ? " he asked. " Oi, Warrinder, where's her bloody clit ring, "

" Ah she decided, " he said.

" Yer piano southern lump she don't bloody decide she's a bloody Pony you wazzock. " Henry observed pleasantly.

" looking Georgina is my fille supporter as well, " Tom explained.

" Bloody hell, you screw yer pony, up the ass, up the snatch any bloody which way up but you do not, repeat not fall down in beloved with em, do you infer ! " William Henry raged.

" Yes Henry, good advice but you never stuck to it did you ? " Martha said as she emerged from the shadower, " I was Mae West Yorkshire Dressage champion two geezerhood running, Aileen, Ellie they used to foretell me, kind of put it behind me now so I calls myself Martha, like mother ent it, " she said, " Any route this un couldn't afford to pay me prize money so he says lets get wed, and here I am ! "

" facial expression Warrinder you might just as well bugger off down south again and come back when we're done. " Henry suggested in his pleasant Yorkshire way.

" I suppose, " he said, " I suppose she's in good hands. " and that's the last I saw of him for a week.

Henry on the other hand set about fitting me with a clitoris anchor ring again, he never bothered to immobilise it He just banged a amber rod through with the tool circled it round of golf and soldered it with some hi tech
cordless solder gun and it hurt like hell,

" Got a comforter Martha, I reckon a three, " Henry announced.

" See his Lordship says you'ent got to be fucked up the front so you can wear a bloody dildo 24/7 if that's what he bloody wants, Martha ! "

" Yes Henry, " she replied. " I'm here, " she said, " I reckon a three and a half. "

" Got any lube ? " he asked.

" You got to be joking she looks like she's got an oil pipage loose, " Marth inelegantly if accurately described my State Department of arousal and easily slid the three and a half up my vagina, where to my surprise he connected a little strap from the blunt end to my clit ring. "

" Like it, one stamp for yes. " Henry suggested.

No I did not like it one bit, no way so I gave about a dozen postage of disapproval to Henry's amusement, " Right cart up to tie up for you vernal Pony, get Annie to help you Martha, I needs a beer. " H said in his charming manner. " And try a skeletal frame boot. "

The frame thrill had a sole for the glob of your ft and was shaped like a stiletto but had no heel, the strap were pretty minimal so it was like running barefoot in high cad, but had the big reward that you could run over gemstone, I didn't really listen, it was better than long sweaty leather rush really. Martha helped me off with my trainer and on with the frame and then with her daughter Annie's help Martha's soon had the harness on me and they took me outside.

It was nearly dark remote, and when I saw they had fitted lights to the cart I just about flipped, " Calm down ! " Martha chided and gave me a few swats with the whip, " Henry knows what he is at. "

Did he, we must let gone up and down the cut to the moor a twelve times, H sitting in the go-cart steering me because my head was so far back I couldn't have seen even if it hadn't been iniquity, and it wasn't too bad actually, he was very sensitive as a driver and as soon I learned to turn with the lightest touch on the reins I was fine and then he stopped me at the top of the climb.

I felt fingerbreadth scrabbing at the knock on my posture hook, oh god Henry wants to fuck my behind was my 1st response but no, he just loosened it so I could see where I was going.

" That better pet, " he asked, I stamped.

" Right, walk on, that daft Warrinder bugger been watching for the last hour but he's buggered off now, " Henry said conspiratorially, so come on let's see what you're made of, " he chuckled and in the faint moonlight I saw the track stretching ahead to Eli's cottage, it looked strange, usually I had been blindfold along this stretch before but now with the moonlight and the freshness from the lights of nearby towns staining the darkness it seemed somehow rather surreal.

" Turn towards pub jeune fille, " Henry suggested, as we approached Eli's and then after a quarter air mile he stopped me, " You know this bit, " he said, " Dead straight, near on a geographical mile, " so I want you to run.

I turned and stared.

" All right just a minute, " he said, and he climbed down and unclipped the dildo from the clit ring and pulled it out, I have never been so relieved in my biography it did absolutely nothing for me, next he loosened the posture hook completely and pulled that out of me too, and he secured the hair binder to the cart harness so it didn't fizzle about. " That better ? " he asked.

I stamped, " So run girl, You ready, three two one, go ! " And I ran, I was tired but the adrenalin kicked in I ran and ran galloping over the primer coat, " Go on lass go ! " Henry shouted, as I hurtled along, the cart hardly slowing me at all, just the lack of my arms pumping slowing me fractionally.

The Pub loomed from the darkness far sooner than I expected and Henry led me into the Car Park and parked the cart between a miniskirt and a kitchen stove Rover lashed my reins round the fence and wandered in the public bar.

I wanted the primer to open up and swallow me but then he reappeared with a couple of hot meat Proto-Indo European and some drinks on a tray.
" Look lass, " he said, " I want to have a confab with thee, " he said, " So bloody shut up'till I says me piece, alright ? "

I stamped and he undid my gag- bit.

" Now look, it seems to me you're just about perfect, I ain't saying that so as I can screw you because I'll do that on the way place anyway, but the thing is. " he said.

" Yes ? " I said awkwardly.

" You any thoroughly at half marathons ? " he said.

" Yes, Dot often makes me run to the village, that's fourteen miles or so. "

" See there's one on Saturday and Harry Wallace's daughter is favourite, he's a cocky sod. "

" Right, and what's in it for me ? "

" Comfy bed, bit of bar employment, no more training till Saturday, oh and best bit, I won't screw you on way home. "

" One precondition, " I suggested, " I want to get absolutely sozzled, I haven't been inebriate for ages. "

" Good lass, Warrinder's buggered off, Police camera picked him up on A1 a few proceedings ago, so we're safety for a bit, " he announced, " mightily, I'll get you some clothes. "

" William Henry ! " I protested, " Don't leave me like this ! "

" Oh, yes, " he said and he loosened my arm clincher, my subdivision hurt like hell and before I realised he was gone.

" eve " I heard a articulation as the feller climbed into the compass roamer, I shrank inside with humiliation.

" I am not doing that for you if you get a drink cause ban Dan Keating, don't you even think about it ! " his companion exclaimed and then they were gone.

The solid food smelled near, too goodness, so I washed both Proto-Indo European down with the orange succus, liberally laced with vodka I suspected, and Henry'pint of substantial ale as well, suddenly I felt much better so unhitched the harness from the cart and went to find Henry.

You know when you walk into a room all dressed up to the nines and you just woolgather that everyone will stop talking and stare ? wellspring forget haute couture and try Northern area Pony girl sheet if you want to wee an ingress, you could have heard a pint glass drop, and I'm sure several did, I suppose that's when I sort of realised my mistake.

" Stripper's here Baron Clive ! " some wag shouted.

" It's that'un as we had a bit back, " Arthur Grimsdyke exclaimed, " Anybody contribute me a tenner ? "

" I'm not the bloody stripteaser, " I announced, but the warmth of the pub and the sense of smell of stale beer and the smell tobacco plant smoke, yes I know it's illegal but Sergeant Oscar Wilde was there smoking his tube in uniform, so it didn't seem to be a anteriority, and anyway I slumped over the nearest table.

Clive the Landlord revived me with a vauntingly Vodka and Lemon in a pint glass, at least I supposed there was some Citrus limon I didn't remember lots afterwards, except going upstairs and someone contention over whether they could call for me up the bum and the front line at the like time.

" osculation me Tom I ordered, " and this weasly face with a broad beard kissed me, it was like being slapped in the fount by a rat, yuck.

" Her thought process you was Warrender, " Henry said faintly in the background, and I heard him say
" No you can't fuck her face for a tenner you pay twenty five like everyone else, " someone argued and he replied " sergeant Wilde gets a populace religious service discount. "

The principal thing was I was nice and warm, that was all that mattered, as long as they used condoms !

Henry kept the Vodka coming and I suppose at some stage he took me home, it turned out they loaded me in the cart and towed it behind Sid Farnsworth's quadrangle bike with Henry hanging in to a splash-guard and then Henry pulled it the finale bit.

The isthmus of the Coldstream safety were accompanying position Quo in concert inside my oral sex when I woke with the dawn, I had the mother and father of a headache, and I was so sore from the dark before and I never wanted sex or Vodka ever again.

" Oh you decided to join us, " Martha enquired, " Had a skilful nap ? " I looked around bleary eyed, I was in one of the horse barn at Henry's stable complex lying on the husk and almost completely naked, even my arm clincher was gone, only the hair's-breadth wrap remained.

" It's eight o'clock. " I pointed out, hardly a lie in. "

" What about yesterday ? " she said, " You stood up threw up, pissed yourself and went back to sleep. " she explained.

" Oh ! " I said.

" Yes, " she said, " twenty dollar bill seven, Twenty eight hr, not a bad sleep. "

" Oh god ! " I said " My training. "

" William Henry said you're coming along real nicely and there's two hundred and fifty quid pro quo for you, that's your share of the other night, " she gabbled, " Oh and can you do Thursday workweek for the hunting ? "

" No I can't. " I said, " I'll be in France. "

" William Henry said you're to make out in the sign of the zodiac and get cleaned up when you're sober enough to walk, " Martha said.

" Ok, " I agreed and climbed unsteadily to my feet, Martha grabbed my hands and unceremoniously pulled them around behind me and wound an pliable tie around them, " What ? " I demanded.

" clyster, no parameter, " she said.

Al fresco clyster's are no fun at the dependable of prison term but I wasn't even tacked up, anyone could see it was me, and of course of instruction I had an audience, Annie and he brother Prince Albert, and some bloke from the pub and a lorry number one wood doing a delivery and Martha just rams the schnoz on the hose pipework up my bum and turns the piddle on, whoosh.

" Ahhh " I yelled and when my tummy swelled right up so I couldn't stand any Thomas More she let it go, and then did it again, it was so humiliating, but it sure enough woke me up and the katzenjammer became just a secondary concern.

" What a mess, " Martha said as she sprayed my legs and washed the mess away, " That's what happens when you miss a day, "

" I'd never have believed it if I hadn't sin it with me own eyes. " the lorry driver said as he handed Henry what looked like a twenty Irish punt bank bill, and before I could react Martha was spraying my hair with freezing cold water.

" Stop it ! " I wailed.

" Shut up, we got to get you cleaned up young dame, " Martha exclaimed, " flavour we'll go in in a second gear, just give the boy a thrill first shall we ? "

I dreaded to conceive what she had in mind but as it turned out she just meant letting them face, but I couldn't hold to get inside.

Martha took me upstairs, offset she untied me and set to shampooing my fuzz and getting that damned whisker wrap un-tangled, I swear it took an 60 minutes and then she let me have a lovely yearn bath with about every variety of smelly bathe salt they could find thrown in it before she started on my hair again, I just knew it was a scam.

My hunch were increased when they brought me an early lunch, no alcohol, just enough salad for a football squad, half a cold crybaby or was it dud, Gallic loaf loads of butter, I ate my filling, lying in the bath with the plate on a sort of wrack which fitted across the bath, all washed down with worthless Yorkshire tap water, no wonder they loved their beer !

Martha started to zip me up, she found me a flannel tee shirt three sizes too small and a thong and a snowy miniskirt and make new white shoes with three column inch heels, stigma new in a box so henry could take them back new, and I suppose I did a passable caricature of a blond bimbo when I put them on, and if that wasn't enough Henry seemed to give cleaned out the local Pound- commonwealth's peach department and he had left a tabular array full-of-the-moon of flash mascara and lip spliff for me to try.

" Do you desire me to front like a brainless bimbo, " I asked, " like a add up whore ? " I demanded.

" Yes please dear. " Martha said " Harry Wallace is coming over, Henry's going to bet you beat Sandra, that's Harry's daughter in run on Saturday. "

" Oh, you might cause said, " I agreed, " Can we stretch this tee shirt and wee-wee my dope look adult ? "

Martha smiled, she remembered her days of Amature sport before she became a crib Girl.

" I used to do AAA before I got into this, " she said, " triplet Jump, different training though, couldn't do both, not like you. "

" That's a pity, " I agreed, " Is that Harry now. "

It was Harry an hour early.

Martha wasn't ready so I let him in, " I'm Rose, " I said " You can prognosticate me Rosie. "

" Where's Henry ? " he asked.

" Oh, I don't know, " I agreed " Do you like my boobies, Mr Wally, henry says I should suffer implants but. "

Harry Wallace was six infantry three, the kitchen doorframe was six base senior high school, Harry really shouldn't have been staring at my dumbbell

crunch, " Aw me bleeding nous, " Harry shouted and he grabbed for a chair.

" It's not bleeding Mr Wally, " I said, " Oh but it is I'll wipe it for you, " I said as I whipped my Tee shirt off, that's when he fainted.

" Eh rosiness that was a rotten thing to do, Henry will be pleased ! " Martha cried as I pulled the Tee shirt back on again.

henry was delighted, Harry had left poor flat chested Sandra in his car so I went to get her, " I'm rose, " I said, " Your Daddy said to number in, " I said like some kind of imbecile.

" rightfulness, " she said, as she set her paper down, " Is he on the whisky again ? "

" Oh no, " I replied, " No come in and see. " I suggested, she had a lovely natural process I realised as she swung her legs out of the car, but too slim, more your marathon runner than half marathon or Cross Country my peculiarity, no real muscle.

A couple of implants and she would make an Ok Ponygirl I surmised.

" I'm supposed to be training but I broke my nail, " I lied, " And my dummy get sore from all the bouncing up and down. "

You should give birth see her misanthropical smiling, she knew all she had to do was get the wager raised and she and her Daddy could make a kill, and she strode powerfully across the sett Harlan Fiske Stone way to the Kitchen in her flight simulator, while I tottered awkwardly on my heels, trying hard not to break an ankle, something perhaps all too easy to do.

William Henry and Martha were in outstanding form, going on about how ripe I was, " I told Harry here how in force you were at half Marathons. " Patrick Henry explained.

" Oh yes I was under eleven independent schooling admirer, " I lied.

" Thousand was it Patrick Henry, " Harry chortled, " How's about we double it ? "

" And again, henry said, twofold your double, "

" What Ten thousand ! " I added, " Oh how exciting ! "

Harry looked at William Henry with smell of complete amazement, I thought I had overdone the dumb blonde bit big time but no, the bought it hook line and.

" Dad you ent got that sort if cash ! " Sandra said, " That's my preparation for next year Dad, "

" Five thousand, " Henry said, I'll bet Ten thousand against your Five that my missy profits and if she does I'll train your girl for a yr for free. "

" Hey hold up, " Harry exclaimed.

" Go for it Dad ! " Sandra said, " I'll wipe floor with that dolt bimbo. "

" Deal ? " said Henry.

" Or no deal, " I added it was supposed to be a laugh but I guess they never watched daylight TV.

" Shake ? " said Harry and they shook hands.

" Can I lease these bloody stupid heels off now ? " I asked, " Ever seen a Ponygirl cattle ranch before Sandra ? " I asked as I grabbed my trainers and gratefully pulled them on.

" No, " she said suddenly a lot less confident, " We should be getting back. "

" Yes, till Monday William Henry, " Harry exclaimed and he stood up to leave.

" semen on Dad, " Sandra urged and suddenly they were gone.

I turned to Martha, " I need some things for the run, sports bra mainly, decent shorts and stuff. "

" All right, we'll go into townsfolk, " she said, " We might as well get off now. "

Martha had the filthy almost beat up chain of mountains roamer that ever existed but she hustled it along fairly quickly and pretty soon we were in town, I found a mutant shop easily enough and got myself sorted out and then well there was a specialist intimate apparel shop class and I couldn't resist an upthrust Bra, and then with a Tee shirt only two size too little well, lets say there was no shortage of wolf tin whistle !

Thats when I realised I had nothing decent to bear and Martha had a credit card.

I only spent about five 100 pounds, but I got a lovely black frock and a fur wrap from Oxfam and a Silver one from Age headache and a few odd bits and pieces, and I kind of felt fix for Saturday.

We watched a Movie before we went home, " Henry will be worried, " Martha chided.

" So what ? " I replied, and we were home at the farm a little before ten.

Early bed creep out to the Pub get bladdered was plan A but Patrick Henry was there way before me
and there on the supper table with the pastie and french lucre was a congius cask of ale and a half nursing bottle of vodka.

" Thought I'd save you the trouble. " William Henry grinned knowingly

" Joseph Henry you're so heedful, " I smiled, " Where's the Orange juice. "

" Fridge. " he said, " Get stuck in. "

The Pastie tasted delicious and the Ale was quite dainty, I don't think I managed it all before I was disturbed, but I tried.

They promised me a soft bed but I woke in the stable, once again the Band of the Coldstream Guards were accompanying Status Quo in concert inside my head while someone tried to let them escape using a road drill again when I woke, I had the mother and father of a headache, and I was naked again and there was wan on my bed clothing and I was really frustrated, why can you never get a comme il faut fuck when you need one ?

Martha came to see me, it was nearly two in the good afternoon but still she tried the al Fresco enema and when she finished I tried to get myself off with the hosepipe, bad estimate, Ouch !

" Hey stop that ! " Martha insisted. " None of that cashbox you win tomorrow. "

" What ! " I protested.

" You heard ! " she replied, " H's orders. " I felt again, " stop over it ! " she said.

" Where's my button ring gone ? " I protested.

" Henry did it when you was asleep, self-colored gold see, " Martha explained.

" Oh, " I exclaimed, " I wish he would ask it's my damned body, " I pointed out.

" He might if you hadn't been so drunk ! " she suggested, " Now get a shower, have a bite to eat put your running kit on and go for a bit of a run. " she said, " Go on ! "

I agreed grudgingly when I saw she at least had an old pelage for me to wear down and I soon had a warm shower and got myself dressed, Henry was waiting for me, " You look very master ! " he said.

" Will you backwash me to the Pub ? " I asked, " I really should do some road miles. "

" No, but I'll pacemake for you in motor, if you want to follow ? " he suggested.

" Yes, thanks, " I agreed so we set off up the track with him in his Lexus and me running behind.

I saw a couple of girls in Pony girl weather sheet waiting around by the stables and a pair climbing towards the moor pulling a go-cart with what looked like Albert in the driving hind end and I followed Henry but something was incorrect, was it my running kit instead of weather sheet, or what was it, it bothered me and only when we got to the top of the caterpillar tread and started down towards Glossop and I could see for Admiralty mile right towards Cymru and what looked like the Irish whisky Sea in the distance and suddenly it struck me, it wasn't raining, Yorkshire with no rain and dry roadstead, I could barely believe it.

Henry kept a sweetie pace and he pulled over and stopped after about ten stat mi or so, " Had enough ? " he asked.

" Yes, I think I'd intimately call it a day, " I agreed, and I climbed in beside him.

" volition you do evening horse barn for Martha, " he said, as we drove back " I see you're listed as a trainer now. "

" I'd rather just have a longsighted soakage in the bathtub and watch TV. " I said and before I could say but I would he agreed.

" That lay sod Albert can do it. " he said.

The evening was pleasant enough, I'm not sure roast beef cattle and Yorkshire Pudding is the paragon food for marathon but it was tasty, and at least there was some half in good order bottled water, and some Henry Sweet cider to drink so I had a quick shower, had my dinner or was it supper, watched Coronation Street on TV and had a long soak in the bath and slept in a nice soft bed for once.

I couldn't eternal sleep, so I found a fifth wheel stable carrell, stripped off and had a skillful sleep on the soft straw.

Albert woke me at about six a.m, I told him to sod off but he wasn't having any of it and he had me in an arm binder gagged and gave me a bally freeing cold enema in the yard with the hosepipe pipe before the dozy sod realised he had the wrong girl.

" You fucking imbecile, " I told him, " Geez. " I said as I stomped away to my bed upstairs leaving a trail of wet step, and no Oklahoman had I got to kip than Martha woke me with a overnice breakfast of coffee and scrambled egg.

" Had a good night ? " she asked.

I didn't have the heart to tell her.

The raceway was a hammer up of the first of all rank, the organizer had to be certified Moron, usually the serious stolon, like me, are separated from the fun runners who can barely limp along but not here, oh no, we all started in a big sight, except some citizenry had camped all dark so as to get a good starting place, oh yes that included Sandra and her Daddy.

I had decided to forget the blonde bimbo act but luckily I took the uplift bra and too small tee shirt with me, and the three inch bounder and when I arrived about an hour before the start and found I was about a hundred yard back, I was all set up in my running gear.

It didn't take long to regress to plan A, gaudy lip joint, mascara, treacherously nails, upthrow bra, too tight tee shirt, I changed in Henry's Lexus and it worked like a magic spell except it was tiresome going and the damn gun went before I had reached the line, I did the first half sea mile in heels carrying my bag, but when we did the bit along the sea front and down the beach I kicked the heels off and really made up some ground, which I lost when stopped to put my flight simulator on, but then I threw the bag away, popped my dope out of the upthrust bra, put my sports bra over my shirt, hoping the number remained visible and I set off after Sandra.

It was a bloody silly way to run a wash, and a bloody silly space to hold one, they even had a boldness band acting by one hairpin crimp, and who wants to sit on a beach facing east ?

Anyway gradually the opposition fizzled out, one blighter, oh yes men and women raced together I told you the organizer were licence moron, this one chap just stopped and went in the local pub, I never did find out if he just stopped for a quick half pint and carried on after or what he was doing but with a mile and a bit to go I caught up with Sandra as she was just hanging on to the leading Trio.

I couldn't resist it, I undid my sportsman bra, let it down around my waistline, hid it under the tee shirt and pulled that upthrust bra back in berth and only then I overtook her.

If looks could kill ! Wow was she angry, and the adrenalin kicked in and she kicked really hard, I went with her and thats when I doubted the wisdom of getting bladdered and eating roast gripe as a training regime. " Come on branch don't let me down, " I cried and I dug in again.

Luckily the certified, or was it a chartered imbecile, had arranged for the finish to be by the Novelty Rock department store and Municipal Public toilet at the cliff top, a real killer, just like Henry's track to Saddleworth Moor.

I was really wishing I hadn't messed around with my bra by now, all right I was getting the tacky cheer of anyone, even that Paula one you see on TV, but they hurt, Oh my, my poor booby.

So that was it, across the beach, and up the footmark, all two hundred and or was it three hundred.

Two at a time seemed in effect, then there was someone wandering around aimlessly, I barged past, and another and another, " adult female's finish on the right ! " somebody shouted and suddenly there it was, damn marvellous, and it was only when I crossed the air and breasted the tape which should birth broke but didn't and made the whole tatty cardboard triumphal arch fall over that I realised I had won.

The Redcar and Whitby story photographer got a great photo as the arch collapsed and sadly he also snapped me, a characterization he quickly sold to the Lord's Day Papers, and then Harry Alfred Russel Wallace came up to me, " I bet you think you're bloody clever ! "

" Yes ! " I agreed, " Considering I didn't do any proper training. "

" fountainhead I covered my bet, laid it off what do you think of that ? " he said.

" Sandra can start her training on Monday, commodity bye. " I said in a delightfully pleasant yet hugely sarcastic manner.

Henry wasn't amused, he too had laid off the bet because he was trusted I'd lose !

" Bloody hell where did that last come from ? " Henry asked.

" Pulling your darned handcart of course of action, " I explained.

" I bet you'd lose. " he said.

" Yes, " I agreed, " Getting bladdered is an unusual grooming regime, did you lose much ? "

" No laid it all off. " he said.

" Got yourself a Ponygirl though. " I said, " cover girl action Sandra, no muscle though. "

" Oh yes, I forgot, hey I got one over on bloody Wally after all, " he exclaimed with a big smiling, " come on lassie, they do champion Pisces and Chips on seafront. "

It wasn't quite that simple, some chap wanted an consultation to Cam corder and then there was the medal ceremony and the mayor's delivery and then eventually when a young chap returned my heels we were finally able-bodied to get to the potato chip store, which in that glorious English way had shut for lunch.

We dined in the pub, we ordered a ploughman's each and sat down, the TV was on and then suddenly after the local tidings there was the sport and there I was, all lip polish and blonde curlicue and Oh no, the interview, I cringed " All I could remember of was my short dummy were bouncing and I wanted it to turn back so I ran even warm, " I had lisped not realising it was for TV, oh my god !

They spotted me, the bloke in the Pub, " ease up us a photoflash then Darlin'" was one of the more civilized suggestions, " Yeah meal's on the house if you flash your boobs. "

Well it was devoid intellectual nourishment so I just whipped my Tee shirt off threw the uplift bra at Henry then I pulled my sports bra back into place and took a bow.

I don't think they expected it but we still got our food for thought for complimentary !

" calculate this education, " Henry said, " I got just the thing at farm, bloke as swordplay Euphonium for Rattenthorpe brass instrument band made us a couple. "

My heart sank, Thomas More indignities, but never creative thinker, I was sure I could cope.


education rosebush Part 6


Henry had actually come up Trumps, I had barely arrived back at the farm than he took me to the big barn behind the horse barn, one I had never been to before, and I saw it contained a half decent breeding arena.

" What do you reckon of this ? " he asked.

It was a piffling inkiness box with a strap.

" Great ? " I said, wow a box with a strap wonderful.

" Ha, you haven't tried it yet, " he chuckled, " strap it around your pep pill thigh plug in headphones and try it. "

He helped me welt it on, the fact I was wearing a yellow Mini-skirt made it leisurely and he helped me with the earpiece and said " Ok leg level, " he said and as I stood on one leg he said higher higher, how's that ?

" What ? " I asked.

" Bugger, the battery's flat, " he said, " Hang on. " he fiddled and said " How's that. "

wellspring it was frightful, there was the sound of a tuba through the headphones.

" Great ! " I agreed sarcastically.

" Dressage steps go on, " I walked keeping my thigh exactly level for as a great deal of each footprint as potential and the rake in the earphone changed constantly, " You want concert B flat tire for level. " he said.

" What's wrong with middle C or A 440 ? " I asked.

" What ever note you want, it's just that this one's set to B flat for level. " he said.

I held my leg level and moved it up and down slightly, it was really easy to pick out when it was spirit level, and that is what is so hard in Dressage.

" Henry, you're a genius ! " I said and I kissed him.

" You can praxis on your own if you wants, " he suggested.

" Yes, I can, can't I, " I agreed.

" Or else I can suffer the earphone and correct you with the whip, " he offered.

" Yes, on my own sounds good, " I suggested.

" wet blanket ! " he laughed, " I'll leave you to it then, " and he walked away.

It was really good, It gave a really bring in denotation of when my thighs were level, which is of class the key matter for dressage, and well Bb wasn't a bad bank bill to project and I had gravid fun trotting around with the affair buzzing away, it was a bit lonely though, but it really was a useful gadget.

I went in after an 60 minutes or so, " That's really great Henry. " I complimented him, " Can I have a few for Melton Villa. "

" Sure, Two hundred and 50 Ezra Pound each all right, " he said.

" Fifteen hundred for ten pairs, " I offered

" Done ! " he agreed and I realised I had been, done that is, but he had a living to stimulate I supposed.

" I suppose we better get you back home ? " Patrick Henry suggested, " Shall I get that Tom up here. "

" No, I'd rather walk ! " I suggested, " Can you take me to the station. "

" Yes, " he agreed, " But Georgina. " Henry asked, he never called me Georgina, " How do you feel about training Sandra for me ? "

" Me, what here ? " I asked.

" No down your lieu, " he suggested, " See she's tough as old rush already, her wants softening up see, " he said.

" well yes, why not. " I agreed.

" Then I'll narrate Harry to post her over starting time matter, " he suggested, " She's got a car and she can labour you home. "

It all sounded very good, we had a very congenial supper in Martha's kitchen, I had a lovely long soak in the bath, washed my hair and slept happily in a lovely soft bed, alone unfortunately, and then in the dawning I packed and watched TV as I waited for Sandra to arrive.

She arrived at Nine thirty, I was in the G by then and I just couldn't believe it, she drove a museum piece, a Morris shaver for heaven's sake.

H greeted her, " Welcome, welcome ! " he said, " I thought I'd subcontract your training to Georgina here. "

" What, " Sandra snarled.

" Henry asked me to train you as a pony missy, " I explained, " Do you understand ? "

" What here ? " she asked.

" No down south, why ? " I asked.

" So my friends won't be able to see me ? " she said.

" I suppose not, why ? " I asked.

" Because that would be great ! " she actually smiled, her teeth needed whitening I decided.

" Can you drive Georgina down south ? " Patrick Henry asked.

" As long as it isn't freeway, " she said.

" Of track it's bloody superhighway, " I said.

" You'd better movement then, " she said, " She doesn't like doing more than forty. "

My sum sank, but well at least I would be in charge.

I loaded my baggage while Henry sorted Sandra out with a set of shroud, he got Albert to give her an clyster and then he was going to damp her in, she was bent-grass over the bar in the Tack room when I walked in. " Henry, I think I had better read over now. " I suggested.

She looked relieved, " I think she's probably gay, " I told H but he let her up, took her gag out and let her apparel in tee shirt, Levi's and rubber boots.

We set off just before lunch, Henry, Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel and Martha waved goodbye as I struggled with the evil clutch and steering of the Museum piece, I think it was a 1956 model, that's older than Daddy, anyway it did Sir Thomas More than 40 mph, but not much more, and soon it was screeching and grinding down the M1, " It's got a new engine so it needs running in, " Sandra explained.

I never had so little fun, monotonic out in the tedious lane with trucks queueing up to overtake, it was so humiliating, defective than being fucked up the backside by a cargo of Yorkshiremen with a box over my head teacher, to be dependable, but I just kept the throttle jammed against the trading floor and prayed, until eventually we found an sound out lorry to slipstream and that's how we went down south.

papa nearly had hysteric when I drove into the drive, " Haha, " he chortled, as I drew up by him and wound the window down, " That's one way to slacken you down. "

" It still goes dissipated than Tom does, " I retorted, " But here's Sandra. " I pointed to the passengers seat, " William Henry wants me to train her. "

Sandra was captivated, Daddy has that effect on people. " Sandra, meet papa ! " I suggested.

She just stared like a love struck puppy.

" Oh Inferno, I'll take her to her room, " I suggested and I drove round to Melton Villa.

I knew there would be bother, I was trusted missy Farque would consume assumed the office of Daddy's latest girlfriend and would be devastated to be set aside but of track I was wrong.

Sonia, missy Farque was sitting in the Ponygirl's sofa wearing her street wearing apparel a dingy Midi distance dress when Sarah and I walked in, " Sonia, this is Sarah Wallace, I am going to check her, " I explained.

" You lucky girl, " Sonia exclaimed, " I've had the father and Rose's frustrated young man training me for the last hebdomad and if I never have another threesome it wont be too soon. "

" Sonia please some decorum ! " Daddy said but the truth of it was written all over his facial expression. " Now Sarah have you been broken in yet ? "

" No sir, " Sarah simpered like a schoolgirl.

" Then I think I have a clear duty. " dad decided.

" Oh no you don't " I exclaimed but I might just as well give talked to a brick wall.

Sarah simply followed daddy from the lounge to the Tack-room.

" Over the replication if you don't creative thinker, " daddy suggested and she just bent over the heel counter with barely a heart murmur, " And you Georgina, Tom will be here any minute now ! "

" Oh look no way ! " I exclaimed, " If you think I'm going to, "

" Counter Georgina, arrive along, " daddy insisted, " I want Sarah to see that you can obey orders as well as give orders. "

" Oh, I suppose so, " I agreed as I pulled my skirt up and panty down and bent over the counter.

Tom still hadn't arrived when I heard the rustle of Daddy pulling Sarah's shorts and panties down and I saw her grimace and then relax as he entered her.

" Georgina ! " Tom wailed as he came in the room access, I looked round at him as I waited bum in the air expecting him to ravish me but oh no, this was Tom, so what did he do, he grabbed me, lifted me in a relief pitcher's lift pulled my panty up and kissed me replete on the rim, " Oh I've missed you, have you eaten ? "

I despaired, what sort of man turns down an open invitation to ask if I've eaten.

" No actually, I fancied a fuck first, " I said.

" Quite so, have a promptly exhibitor and then we'll sports meeting by the lake at half yesteryear, " he said.

He really was impossible.

" I said. " I said.

" By the lake, make it exceptional, " he said, " Please. "

So he put me down, Jehovah knows what miserable Sandra sentiment, she probably didn't notice the way Daddy was going at her, a cross between a Yorkshire terrier and a Teenager, I really worried that he would have a sum attack, but that was pop's way.

I stayed and watched for a moment, Miss Farque joined me, " He is so industrious, he makes me sore. " she said.

" I'm not surprised judging by that ! " I exclaimed, " Oh well I'll sort Tom out. "

I didn't have a exhibitor, I took a towel and my old swimming schnorkle an went to the lake, Tom was nowhere to be seen so I hid my clothes by a tree and dived in the lake, it was absolutely blooming freezing, but I swam to the Island and found a billet to look on from.

Tom came down the path in a cart pulled by Lynva and another Pony-girl I didn't know and he started to unload a trammel and champagne bucket to surprise me with and he laid it all out on a rug beside the lake.

I felt frightfully, he was going to so practically trouble, like he really cared or something, and then he sat down and sent the girls away and waited.

I didn't have time to get dressed so I swam elegantly towards him and then waded through the mud and slime to egress more like the ogre from the lagoon than anything elegant.

" Sorry, " I said, " I think I've spoiled it. "

" Georgina, you're the most dumbfound girl I've ever known, " he simpered stating the obvious, here it comes will you do me the pureness I thought, " volition you marry me ? " he asked.

" What ? " I queried.

" Marry me. " he said.

" No, not until you start being Sir Thomas More fun ! " I explained.

" But I got the ring on Ebay, I can't take it back ! " he explained as he held this infield interlocking ring out for me to see.

" Oh well in that case Yes ! " I said, " We can't waste matter a safe ring can we ! " of course of instruction the darned thing wouldn't fit anywhere except my little finger.

" Oh Georgina " he said hugging me near which meant he got pond sludge all over his wooing, " Let's make erotic love on the Island, " he said and he dived in fully clothed, which wasn't very bright as the water was barely six inch deep with two infantry of slime and mud beneath it.

Eventually we got to the Island, wet muddy bedraggled, common cold, and feeling pretty stupid, but he undressed and kissed me and I felt heater, and I kissed him and well soon matter were pretty hot and all the frustrations of the last few days needed to be swept away and he started to soothe them with his fingerbreadth and finally with seven column inch or so of solidness muscle.

" Tom, " I asked, " Why didn't you just fuck me an 60 minutes ago ? "

" arousal is very important. " he said.

" Tom, next time just fuck me, ok ? " I insisted.

" Ok you're the boss. " he said and I just knew I was going to love being married.

But first there was Cannes, arguably the humanity most prestigious Pony Girl show although maybe the world series in Las Lope de Vega pays better and I didn't know half the normal which was one vast trouble, as they were different to regional UK rule in many respects, especially the tie interruption, and oh boy did they bask tie breaks, but they do say I'm resourceful and determined, actually they're more likely to call me a ruthless bitch, but that's just sour grapes.

I don't cheat you understand, but there's no point in time in not stretching the rules to the terminal point is there ? so as soon as I could get rid of Tom on the pretext that Sonia needed him I got stuck into the formula book

Cannes has the usual Dressage and Jump sections but the cross country has a short swimming and an awkward rocky landing, which is no fun tacked up, but it gave me an idea, and the jumping are really awkward, luckily the accomplished course is shown in the regulation book of account so we could replicate it at home, but really I was up against girl who dedicated every waking hour to Pony- play.

The character of stalls were also laid down in the rule book, and they were gross, yuck, no estimable than stables, but I was sure that the linguistic rule didn't actually say I had to use them, they specified everything else, and well there were all kind of footling line I could exploit, or so I thought, so I planned my strategy accordingly.

We went to France by Eurostar gear and arrived on the Riviera around eight thirty in the evening, I took Tom to see the track country course in the faint moonlight of evening.

" Why don't I use schnorchel ? " I asked as we got to the swim section.

" Because it's borderline illegal and, " he said

" And what ? " I asked irritably.

" It's barely deep enough, " he explained, " I'll render you. "

Now skinny dipping is alright but do you know he had his swimming trunks on under his trouser, what a twit, and he peeled down to his tree trunk and waded in.

The water barely reached his neck even when he went the longsighted way around to avoid the rocks and land on the beach.

" See. it will barely turn over your Kuki, " he pointed out and I knew then I was in with a good chance.

I walked back with him as he shivered in the coolheaded Night air, he remembered his proboscis, and forgot the towel.

" Georgina, " he shivered, " The tie break. "

" Yes, " I agreed, " What about it ? "

" You can't possibly win on a tie break. " he said.

" Why not ? " I asked.

" The panel will judge you on remaining still and keeping an even seventh cranial nerve expression. " he pointed out the obvious.

" Yes, " I agreed.

" While you stand at a bar and a delegate person try to throw anal sex with you. " he stated.

" I know, I'll just have to pull out a big lead. " I explained.

" No, they like tie breaks, but Georgina how about. " and he whispered his program to me, I'm afraid I thought it was hilarious.

" Is it legal ? " I asked.

" Oh y'yes I read the formula Koran s'various times, " he insisted through chattering teeth.

" Then I'll do it ! " I agreed.

My plan was to spend the nighttime in an Hotel not in the disgusting stalls but somehow Daddy and Tom conspired and on the pretext of making sure my tack was perfective they had me get tacked up and as soon as they had my hands trapped they gagged me and dragged me down to the stables where they led me in and incarcerated me in a stall. Oh boy was I angry and of trend I always perform in effect when I'm angry so I suppose they did the right thing.

I missed all the pre result parties, maybe that was a honorable thing, and really the low I saw of the event is when they changed my stable gear for highly polished competition version and led me from my stall along a maze of corridors and along through various marquee and finally out of the tunnel into the arena.

I think it was a railroad line station once, the Arena, it had this immense Victorian ceiling, rather like the old component part of Temple Mead place at Bristol, and under it was this vast stadium, I think it normally had a cycle or an athletics rail around it and seats for literally M of people, certainly there was ample room for both Dressage and Jumps track to be set up at the same prison term as well as an elaborate podium for the victor and of form a raised Tie-break platform.

Even that kickoff morning for the heats where they whittled down the field of view to the best forty or so there were hundreds of people present and we were expected to be pleasant and placid like courteous little ponies, well I'll recite you when I'm angry I kick like a mule, " Ah monsieur Melton, " a swart little pompous Frenchwoman exclaimed, as he stroked my hair and stuck two fingers in my vagina " What a beautiful crib, "

I tolerated it for ages, three, four maybe even five seconds before I kicked the swart little sod.
" Kicks like a mule, " dad laughed, " Charles Herbert Best to stroke her clitoris first old boy, " he said as the Frenchman ran through his stallion vocabulary of curses as he hopped on one leg and clutched his ankle.

" Bloody French people never heard of foreplay, " Daddy suggested to no one in particular.

I sulked, boring French person and women poking me, the women were unsound their nails were abominable, huge and cracked and jagged, and I didn't know who slept with which jurist so I just had to pretend to like it when they prodded and felt and fingered, and not just my vagina, thank god Tom had given me a early enema before all the hot water was used up.

The first event was as always dressage, I hate dressage, walking round dead upright with ones thighs exactly level is not my musical theme of fun, but perhaps I should explicate about the sounders you see the mainsheet required was an arm determiner behind my back, knee joint length, heel-less hoof boots, corset to force my breasts up with a wide waist belt, and a skeleton curb and leather skull cap with my hair led through as a pony tail, a padded ball-gag bit and the obligatory Struthio camelus plumes added to the equine look as did the reins, but in addition I wore the garter which housed the sounder detector, which we were sure were permitted under section 115 /3/iii of the rules, Decorative supporter ( s ) may also be worn..

It was tomcat architectural plan for me to fag out the garters but without the sounder system I used to make sure my legs were level, because Tom thought if I had a track the French dominated judges could use the " Illegal Sounder scheme, " which was actually legal as a way to dock me some level, so I wore the supporter and Tom told everyone I was using the sounder organization, and I think that's why I did so well, joint second, I think the Judges thought I was cheating so they didn't infer many points because obviously my peg were level if I used the system but they could bank on getting me disqualified or bob me some points at a belated stage.

Dressage ran three heat energy with the top fifteen from each of two heats going through and then a one-third rut for those inn the top 30 who didn't get through in the first two high temperature from which the top ten went through. That took all morning, I won the showtime heat and then sat around for ever and got frigidity and stiff so I ended up joint endorsement in the last with " Argonought's Daughter, " while " Resenbalm, " took the win and then after a meal served in buckets which was absolutely disgusting even by Gallic monetary standard we had the parachuting, again three heating system and a final

I was calmer by then and came third, both in my heat and the final examination and and then it was back to the stables for me until the cross country.

The form was about ten miles, mostly around the Arena, along the disused railway line towards the township of Cannes but with a big inland loop topology followed by the descent beside the stream to the secluded private bay and private beach followed by the short swimming and the immerse climbing to the finishing line which was a after part mile of so from the orbit, but we had to wear cloaks from the agate line to the Arena because that was along populace roads.

Tom's design worked like a magical spell, I ran well within my capacity and I was in fifth position coming down the bumpy course to the secluded beach and going into the sea I was fifty thousand or so behind the drawing card and coming out on the beach instead of the rocks I had a xx yard lead simply because I went really panoptic and oceanic abyss and went the wholly way on indulgent sand with urine up to my chin while some waded waistline deep and had to pick their way over the rock candy, and others went spacious but drown and when I left the water it was just a final exam sprint for the line.

Sprint, you try sprinting in mucky leather hoof flush with a horse horseshoe on the nates, it was more like a half hearted jog but it was the same for everyone and I was still twenty yards clear when I breasted the tape, I would have raised my arms in celebration if I could, but actually I felt dire as my mainsheet was soaked with salt water and it itched abominably.

Tom quickly slipped the cloak around me and we made our way back to the arena construction to wait for the provisional results, which I knew would put me in the lede overall.

I sat around itching for ages until an official submit Tom with provisional final result which put me first with twenty dollar bill five points for the CC, XVII and a half for the joint second Dressage and fifteen for 3rd in the jump total fifty seven and a half, while " Caro Mio " had twenty five for the Jumps, ten for the Dressage, ( 4th ) and twenty for the CC ( 2nd ) " Resenbalm, " had the Dressage win xx five, ten for 4th in the start and fifteen for 3rd in the CC also fifty while " Argonought's girl, " aka Sandra Rogers, was twenty-five percent with 17 and a half for dressage XX for saltation and ten ( 4th ) for CC aggregate forty seven and a half.

" That's provisional, " Tom reminded me unnecessarily so he took me to the keeper area for final checking to guarantee we complied with the regulating in every way.

Tie breaks were the highlight of the event and scores were manipulated to make sure two or three tied for distributor point every year and so after keeping me hanging about in salt encrusted damp shroud for over half an 60 minutes together with a good deal prodding and poking the Stewards announced they were docking me seven and a half points for using a gimmick outside the disembodied spirit of the prescript, specifically the sounder, thus reducing my mark to fifty and creating a three way tie.

Tom lodged an immediate appeal on my behalf, which caused consternation.

" We did not use the equipment for the rivalry, " Tom explained, " She only uses the equipment for training, Indeed your own official photographs clearly show there were no senders in Rose's garters. " and he had a set of their photo with him in his holdall.

The judges were outraged, but could not find anything to contradict Uncle Tom explanation especially when they asked me about the system.

" Where do you prevent the battery, " they asked, after releasing my gag.

" In my special tail, " I said, well I couldn't say up my bum could I ?, " You can see the wires when I wear it, " I explained, " It runs over my thigh and spoils the air so I can't use it for competitions. "

M. Gauchmont, gaffer shop steward was not pleased, I thought he was going to hit me but after a few minutes heated controversy he had to accommodate our appeal had been upheld and thus I was the success with l seven tip, but then M. Gauchmont and the other custodian huddled in their office in intense annoyance and in their inscrutable Gallic way they docked Caro and Resembalm two and a half points each for some think infringement and set up a Tie break between them and " Argonaught's daughter " for second and tertiary places and announced a Tie break would be held at seven o'clock.

surprisal surprise.

Every class they managed to represent make do a tie break of serve through some reckon regulation infringement or early so two or expert still three girlfriend had to digest a tie break, standing immobile as a well endowed ACC, which translates as Cannes shot glass ball club, functionary has anal sex with the girls, any alteration of position or facial expression loses Deutschmark right up until the man's last releases and pulls out of the young woman, three pony girls sodomised before a crowd of getting on for fifteen hundred paying enthusiast each of whom had paid two thousand one dollar bill for the exclusive right, not to mention journalists from Pony miss Monthly and the French and German issue, trainer stableboy and other pony young lady who filled the humiliated space.

Tom had brought my things and had released my arm clincher and so I sneaked away and had a exhibitioner and changed from my shroud into my white surgical gown with diamante, the one that sparkles in the Christ Within, with nanna's old pearl necklace and mama's pony brooch and a little sham fur cap set off by sheer white-hot stockings held up with beneficial old fashioned brace and a little wonderbra to make the virtually of what I had, oh and of course impossible heels, rather like pony boots but cut away and in dazzling Ag, I think I was just about dressed to kill..

My hair wasn't even wet or salt encrusted like the others, and I felt like a million one dollar bill as I sneaked back into the arena..

" You can not receive your medal like that, " pontifical M.Gauchmont stated, as he saw me re enter the arena, and wave to the crowd. " You must wear the regulation uniform. " he insisted,

" And where pray does that appear in the regularisation ? " Tom asked as he came across and placed a protective arm around my waistline, of course it didn't mention it in the regs.

" Is common horse sense, " Gauchmont replied.

" Not to me, " I piped up, " It says absolutely nothing I checked and neither, " I poked a finger in Uncle Tom costa, " Does it say I must use that horrifying stable before the event. "

" But it is tradition ! " Gauchmont continued, but he had to go, It was 7 p.m. and the equipment for the tie break had been assembled, and the girls were ready and the waiting to trace circle for the men, the three dark-skinned Mediterranean seashore Frenchmen, chosen quickly from among a queue of voluntary and almost very in every regard, dressed neatly in blue-blooded blazers and red cravats and except for their flush, naked from the waistline down.

" Medames et messieurs, noblewoman and Gentlemen, " M.Gauchmont announced, " After the last issue and thrifty checks by the rules committee, " which always produced a wavelet of laughter, " We have a tie of the points for. " he paused theatrically, " Second place. "

There was an hearable gasp, " Oui, Melton Stud rose, with L seven and a half points is our victor but with XL seven and a half compass point each we have Caro Mio and Resembalm and Argonaught's Daughter.

Not that it mattered, three fit trot girls still sweaty and salty from the hybrid country were led onto the stage where there were three selfsame whipping rails for wish of better description, but the young lady were merely to use the rails to steady themselves as the men forced themselves on the them, stop being deducted for any alteration of aspect, the saint being total indifference, personally I would rather come fourth than get my bottom prodded in populace by a swarthy trivial Frenchman but that not a democratic feeling around Cannes.

For while I as a contender intellection that, it was obvious from the packed seating room around the arena that I was if not alone in my intellection then very much in the minority.

Of course the three Caro Mio, Argonaughts daughter and Resembalm had spent every possible second practising with their flight simulator since the Tie rift had become inevitable, live practice with the flight simulator well lubricated penis and toy pattern with the largest posterior plug they could find out oh and all in full public perspective in " Parc Ferme " conditions in the holding pen in the arena.

Poor Argonaught, I didn't know her personally but with her father or so I thought screaming at her she made it very plain she didn't want a 45mm tail butt plug in her rectum, I laughed when one of her wild kicks finally made middleman with his crotch, and he fell back clutching at his manhood, but Resenbalm took her trainer live warm but lowly appendage with hardly a rippling of interest across her face, I felt bad, she would have been virtuoso if we hadn't pulled the pretense to jockey cozenage, but then that's what animation is about isn't it ? pushing the boundaries.

At exactly sevener o'clock the tie break started. Argonaught lost five distributor point instantly with a well aimed kick which took the malarkey out of the French person's sails and very nearly took his penis off as well, but it was her sophisticate grinning of satisfaction which did the price to her score while Caro and Resenbalm just braced and stood still their faces showing about as much ebullience as for a Monday morning public lecture on Molluscs.

Argonaught's man finally forced himself up her at about ten past seven by which sentence the other two had worn out their first swarthy Frenchwoman and reserves had to be sent for, it was all getting rather farcical, so I went on a meet and greet, " Hello, I'm rosebush this years supreme maven, " I said which was a bit different to the " Mmppphhh, " nods and fundament legal tender they were used to from champions.

" I'm Lucy Rosenbalm, I was Ice maiden, I won in 1985, " a well preserved middle aged blonde lady explained, as we shook hands, " Are you a framework ? " she asked.

" Lord no student, " I said, " I'm a trainer really, I just wanted to get some experience ! "

" You're not worry in modelling then, " she asked.

" Maybe, " I agreed and moved on, there were a storm number of former winners and contender, and of row owners and a considerable phone number of enthusiasts or deviant as we called them.

" Oh my Jehovah will you calculate at that, " the Countess of somewhere or other exclaimed as I shook her mitt, I turned in clock time to see Caro gasconade her probability in a graphic display of orgasmic seventh heaven, which incidentally earned her a million dollar porn film contract, and then Resenbalm got the Saame bug while Argonaught's daughter gazed impassively as her wounded Frenchman did his worst with a less than fully backbreaking penis thrust up her bum.

Of course the proceedings then entered the farcical stage as I was nowhere near the stage when M Gauchmont declared a result, usually the tie gap is for start, 2d and third, so I had to shin to the dais which I refused to do, and they had to obtain some me some stride, and I was not popular as dinner time approached.

So it was Resenbalm third, she climbed the depleted step of the dais. M Gauchmont put the waistcloth round her neck opening, M. LeJeune handed her trainer the cup and in admittedly Gallic style M.Gauchmont slipped two finger into her hot wet vagina making her gasp as the flash bulbs exploded in a outpouring of blue white light.

" In Second plaza Argonaught's daughter ! " M.Gauchmont intoned through the primitive PA scheme and the place erupted with raving mad applause, as apparently they thought she was really the true succeeder because I cheated, but she came fourth on initial points, couldn't the people count ?
She also got a cincture and a feel from M.Gauchmont, and her flight simulator got a cup, and then it was my turn, I think about ten people clapped as I climbed to the podium.

" And the winner of the Grand Prix de Cannes, " M.Gauchmont announced. " English rose wine " the bastard never even got my epithet right. I ducked for him to put the sash round my cervix and nearly avoided his deal as he pushed my knickers aside to feel me, but of class my hired hand were free so I slapped him, hard, and then as M. LeJeune handed the big cup to Tom I grabbed it and held it above my caput as I did a podium jump.

That got the television camera's flashing, a good job as the pulpit collapsed as I landed which was a bit unfortunate but the photo's of me all excited, well faking fervour to be good, but me jump, with the cup and the sash fully dressed in my lovely scintillant apparel well it was a wonderful mental image, no nudity, just pure unadulterated glamour something the sport could use to attract mainstream sponsorship even.

The dinner was exquisite, I sat by M.Gauchmont, traditionally the succeeder had remained tacked up but for her bit and with her implements of war free for dinner but I wore my frothy dress and ate one handed whilst M.Gauchmont tried to venture my paw wasn't down his trousers as I gently masturbated him to at to the lowest degree two orgasms before we finished the main course.

There was of course the obligatory speech from M. Gauchmont which I'm told lasted ten instant, I would give birth believe three hour, and then unscheduled I grabbed the micro speech sound and made my spoken communication, " Medammes et Monsieurs, Ladies and valet, " I started and I thanked everyone from Mrs grunge who lent me her figure, through H Bryant, Phil the Euphonium thespian for Rattenthorpe Brass striation who made the sounder, daddy and Mummy of course and Tom my fiancee.

" And finally I would like to announce my retirement from trot bid contention as a pony-girl, as I wish to concentrate on a life history as a trainer. "
" But Mam'selle, " M.Gauchmont cried, " Your entry for Las Vega, for the world serial, you have an automatonlike entry as achiever at Cannes, you can not let us down, the accolade of Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault, I mean of Cannes is at stake ! "

" And about half a million British pound for the victor, " Tom whispered.

" I meant from Cannes, of track I'll do Lope de Vega, " I said with a sinking mettle, god Frenchwoman were bad enough what on earth would the yanks be like ?

Training Rose part 7

" What on world did you require to go and do that for ! " Daddy demanded as I stepped down from the podium, or what was left of it after it collapsed when I did my victory jump, to a faint riffle of genteel applause with my Cannes grand prix winners gold laurel wreath around my neck.

I had just won arguably the worlds most esteemed pony-girl case the Cannes M Prix outright and yet still he still found campaign to knock me, he really was unsufferable.

It was bad enough that the third place little girl got a bigger sunshine than me, well everybody got a bountiful cheer than me, to be honorable, and no one really seemed to want to have anything to do with me after I changed from my pony-girl uniform of leather bridle, gag, arm clincher and straps, which showed my boobies and sex to perfection and instead changed into my adorable scintillant posh white frock which price me a minuscule fortune.

" pappa ! " I exclaimed, " Mummy, what are you doing here ? " I gasped, there they were standing together, being civil to one another, it seemed unreal.

" Keeping an eye on you, " dad explained, " What on land possessed you, " he asked, " For Shangri-la sake Georgina, winning, whatever next ? "

The flippant answer was the " World Series " at never-never land near Las Lope Felix de Vega Carpio USA, but well better not to rub SALT into the wound.

" It was my break sir ! " Tom Warrinder my boyfriend and trainer piped up.

" Don't be absurd ! " mammy exclaimed, " This has Georgina stamped all over it, nobody, nobody at all can begin to correspond my daughter for deviousness ! " she ranted, " And your unveiling is fraudulent, you're not a right pony-girl you're a trainer for heavens sake ! "

" mammy just because I won and you never quite managed it. " I sniped.

" Oh you're impossible, " momma gasped, " You know what this means don't you ? "

" What ? " I said as I became increasingly exasperated.

" I had a bet with your mother. " Daddy chuckled, " I bet her a rhombus that you would win. "

" Right ? and if I lost ? " I asked.

" No Georgina, it's what I agreed if you won, " Mummy said, " If you lost I got a diamond, xxx thousand Ezra Loomis Pound Charles Frederick Worth, if you won, dear do you see ? "

" Yes, what ! " I demanded.

" He gets me ! " she said dejectedly, " Oh yes, I agreed, a sure as shooting bet. "

" Mummy, you win both slipway ! " I said naively.

" Oh you have a lot to learn, Georgina ! " mom explained, " He said like the old Day the party, do you see. "

" Oh mummy ! " I chuckled, " Did he say tacked up ! "

" It's not funny ! " she snapped.

" Oh but it is, it's priceless ! " I chuckled, " Absolutely priceless ! " I thought, " daddy, can I moderate her in ? "

" No, " mammy insisted which rather made up my mind that I would indeed lead her in.

I imagined the scene, I had to I hadn't been allowed in before because I hadn't been xviii the previous year so I couldn't go, but I knew that leading to the ballroom there was this splendid marble staircase and two galleries one above the other with board raised up above the level of the dance floor along both sides of the storey with a stage at the far end for an orchestra, all presented in gleaming Marble in the Italianate style.

The trouble was do you see I didn't really fit the bill, they wanted a nice compliant, subdued, hopefully rather dim but beautiful subservient, and to be honest I wasn't any of those, although Tom often told me I was beautiful, so maybe one out of four ?

" Georgina, really I should chair you in. " Tom insisted.

" Nowhere in the rules does it say that ! " I reminded him, " You escort me, you in Tuxedo and me in a overnice stylish gown, " I explained, " No tack, no leading in, no sex with half the judges. No. " I said very firmly, " No ! "

" Just for the first half time of day, " pa suggested, " Then you can change. "

" Yes Georgina, please, " Tom asked.

" I'd appreciate the moral support, " Mummy suggested, " You and me, and that Monsieur Gauchmont is rather dishy. "

I nearly threw up at the sentiment of Gauchmont but decided I couldn't let Tom down.

They wore me down, and so instead of my orchis gown there I was being tacked up, oh yes, arms secured firmly in a brand new Fosdyke and Earl black leather clincher, a sheeny new dark leather corset pushed my booby up, my blonde hair flowed like a head of hair through the ring at the back of my make new bridle, my new boots clopped in the approved fashion and just to be sure I insisted on a private parts belt, pulled tight into my pussy, to stop over anyone with wandering member problem from penetrating me uninvited.

Mr Rathbone of Fosdyke and Earl had personally fitted me with the new tacking, my own saddlery had been cleaned so often their Logos had worn off so when they offered a complete new deluxe personally tailored set if I'd wear it to pose for pic at the ball, well I couldn't resist could I ? It was worth yard and personally tailored, no messing with adjusters for a staring fit, well, what's a girl supposed to do ?

I found out later pop set the unit raft up and he got a arcsecond set of standard tack for Mummy and a thousand pounds Charles Frederick Worth of Equus caballus riding kicking for himself out of the deal as long as he could guarantee some first charge per unit photograph of me with the succeeder medal and with the Fosdyke and Earl logos prominently displayed..

So there we were mama and I, in a sleeping accommodation set aside in the Hotel as a changing room getting tacked up with pop and Tom's help ready for them to lead us out.

I was comforted by the crotch knock, although it did rather irritate where it rubbed my clit, especially as I walked and particularly as Tom led me and I stepped carefully down the tenacious stairway to the floor of the ballroom.

" And our Champion English pink wine, " Mr Gauchmont bellowed my nom de competitor, " Rose Giles ! Medammes et Monsieurs. "

A tired ripple of applause changed to a rapturous reception as guests realised I was actually tacked up and essentially naked and not hidden in a ball gown as I stepped carefully down the stairs into the globe room. It was neat wearing the combined bit and gag I decided, it meant I didn't need to pee pocket-sized public lecture with pompous boring Frenchmen.

" And our three medallists " M.Gauchmont announced " Please a round of hand clapping, "

A handrail had been erected at the edge of the phase in straw man of the top table, a waist pinnacle handrail, presumably for us to bend over and I just knew I had been conned again, but there isn't an fearful lot one can do while baste up, a Dean Swift kick in the testicle being probably the most effective but Tom was keeping well out of the way and papa was very sensibly keeping even further away.

" And Ladies and Gentlemen, we have Caro Mio our fourth placed jigger, " M.Gauchmont's vocalisation boomed through the loudspeskers as he did his compere thing, " Bronze medallist Resenbalm, and Silver medal winner Argonaught's girl, " he said in his heavily accented French.

" And Medammes et Monsieurs, nous avez, ah we have the Coup de Cannes, the extra directors prize, " he continued, my nitty-gritty sank, oh my god, " Pour la, " he said, " The best orgasnischer display, open to any crib dressed in la uniform de CPC. "

They planned it, Resenbalm, Cario Mio, and Argonaught's girl, would suffer a manoeuvre off for a big prize, except I had turned up as well.

" Any pony in CPC approved tack ? " A familiar voice asked, Daddy, dada was asking and mama was tacked up, although he had just pushed her head down to keep her hidden.

" Mais oui ! " M.Gauchmont agreed, " Mam'selle pink wine will not read part is that correct. " He asked.

" Oh no, " dad exclaimed, " Melton Stud will enrol English people Rose and, " he paused, " Melton Stud ma'am ! "

mum tried very intemperately to kick Daddy in the testicles, very very hard, but he was a foxy customer and he had her step although she did kvetch several Frenchwoman and an refined French cleaning woman in a stunning red gown who promptly kicked her back.

There must ingest been 15 hundred people watching either sitting at tabular array raised above the dance floor, or on the chairs around the periphery, or simply standing on the dancing floor observation as Tom led me to the raised platform and undo my genitals strap, he took me to the left of the three waiting pony girl, while Daddy dragged a far from willing mom to the right and wrapped her reins around the track in the same way Tom secured mine.

Tom stepped neatly out of his trouser, folded them neatly, then he stepped from his Y presence folded them neatly and placed the Y front line in his trouser pocket and hung the pant neatly over the runway, he really was exasperating, what's wrong with showing some enthusiasm and just leaving them on the floor ? Oh yes, he folded his sock and put them in his shoes, but at least he took his wind cone off unlike M. Heinkel, or was it Herr Heinkel, Resenbalm's trainer who kept his wind sock on.

" En Garde ! " M.Gauchmont " ordered, " Et Un, Deux, Tois Commencer ! "

I felt Tom's hands at my boob, his breath on my neck and I braced as I leaned over the rail provided, " Good trot ! " he whispered, " Now don't cum too soon, " he had the nerve to say, " I love you rosiness, " he said stating the obvious and getting my figure wrong in one short pointless command, but I had a skillful warm moist feeling and my nipple tingled pleasantly enough and there was this void that needed filling so I made myself a bit more well-to-do, and sure enough Tom eased his prick between my moist lower back talk and filled the void nicely and oh did his skillful fond muscular peter feeling good, I almost regretted missing the tie break.

I looked around the dance hall, its two tier up of viewing picture gallery with mesa, one above the early, I looked at the witness who were watching me and the other girls, Resenbalm, Caro Mio, Argo, and beyond my Mummy, " madam, " but there was naught Lady-like about Mummy, pappa was riding her like she was in the two fifteen at Kempton parking area, poor mommy, she would be twoscore next natal day, competing with girls half her age, she was sweating already, out of consideration I decided.

" blush wine, stop gawping. " Tom ordered, as three yard eyeball homed in on Mummy " oasis't you seen your parents fucking before ? "

No of course of study I bloody seaport't, I thought but what could I say with the bit gag in my mouth ?
I gave Tom a little squeeze to assure him as a photographer moved in for some close ups and hopefully some cum shots and then suddenly there was such a disturbance, gasping grunting, " Oh Georgina I love you so much, " Tom gasped and suddenly ages before I was set, he started to twitch and throb and then he was flooding me with his hot wet cum.

" Ohhhhhh Georgina, Georgie I looovvvveee you. " he wailed, and then he just flopped down on my vertebral column leaving me rather frustrated and uncomfortable as he pinned me down against the mitt rail as his penis shrank and his cum oozed out of him.

dad by contrast kept bobbing away at mammy for another quarter of an hour, people were getting bored and Tom suggested to M.Gauchmont they should get the striation to play " God save the King, " as he always stood to attention for that.

" He is already at attention ! " M.Gauchmont replied with that typical French imbecility that passed for wit.

Finally dada came, Mummy appeared to stimulate at least three orgasms before Daddy spurted but I was sure they were just showing off.

Gauchmont had two cronies to help him judge the operation, Marcel Rouen and Gaston Saleine so when pop finished we waited for the decision, rather uncomfortably in my case as Tom's punk oozed down my internal thigh towards my lovey brand new boots.

They announced the winners with a drum role, " For the beneficial Orgasm our victor is, " Gauchmont announced and paused while the drumfish rattled in a crescendo of pointless rale, " Thomas Warrinder ! "

There was a huge roar of laughter, the unhurt pointedness of the competition was that a fille was supposed to win but there was no doubting that he really had put on the best display much to Daddy's annoyance.

Tom actually went to get his plunder without putting his trousers back on, how embarrassing !

" And the Book of Judges special dirty money goes to, " he paused, " Melton dame ! " the bunch provided ripple of clapping but by now they just wanted the band to start out so they could get drunk and dancing without any worries.

I looked at Mummy as Daddy untied her and took her to get her award, she looked absolutely black-and-blue, but I really don't know who was more cross, momma at winning or dad at Tom winning, or perhaps papa at losing or maybe Caro, Resenbalm or Argo, or their passenger, in any case they left us tied up, at least until Tom came back with his plunder, " Look Georgie, " he said, " I won something. "

It was almost a easement when a swarthy Frenchman started to grope me, " Excuse Moi. " Tom said and decked him with a very full-strength upper cut to the jaw using his left deal, " Unfinished business. "

This time it was long and slow and loving as he slid inside me but we stopped the stripe from setting up because we were in the way, but it was very satisfying and when M.Rouen asked, " volition you bugger off please ? " in his serious English we obliged him and Tom took me for a bath.

dada and Mummy were standing by the steps as we came back down, I had my red ball gown on, the one that goes over the left shoulder joint not the right and keeps losing it's human body and letting my booby pop out, dad was making the nigh of Mummy he had her tied to the handrail at the stern of the staircase and was selling access to her for five hundred Euros a time, and of course when I challenged him my left boobie popped out.

" pappa, " I pleaded, " Please ! " I said as I tried to get my boobie back in and save it in and then I noticed this pillock grin on Mummy's face, and the province of her twisting mamilla and the wetness glistening around her vagina, " Oh my Lord she loves it doesn't she ? " I exclaimed.

" Yes, " pappa agreed, " Anyway, it's easy money. "

Mummy tried to lour at me but she had this slightly dreamy tone of someone who has had too lots sex and still wants more, and I had to hold she did look very fit for her age, even if it was nineteen old age since she retired from contest, so clearly swim, jogging, sun bathing, drinking Campari and being screwed by relay race of Spaniards and Frenchman was a effective keep fit regime for a total slut.

It was what attracted dada to her in the first place, her Church Father had all the caparison of wealthiness, but without the riches, and allegedly for a bet Daddy he had somewhat reluctantly invited the young apparently virginal ice maiden Silvia Montcrieff to a hunt Ball one evening, while the equally reluctant mammy had been ordered to go by her own urgently cash strapped female parent who saw Daddy as a cash cow if ma could get pregnant.

So Daddy plied her with drink to get her in the mood, and she tried to continue sober so she could seduce him and somehow next morning they found themselves waking in a deserted barn fully clothed and frustrated. Apparently a search party found them around six next evening, having spent the great part of the day screwing.

Of course they had to get married but Daddy couldn't handle the pace of sex seven or eight times a day, and Mummy just wanted more so when I was three, just after pappa's Daddy died and left Daddy his estate, and debts, they went their separate room, Mummy to the Riviera with the cash from selling Daddy's British capital home, and dada went to Melton Villa with Ella my nursemaid and her DD cup brassiere, and me.

I mixed I mingled, " What do you need to do now ? " a bored looking swarthy balding Englishman asked,

" well, I have a Cannes Grand prix decoration, " I said, " I'd love a Principality of Monaco rarefied Prix winners garland to go with it. "

" There is no Ponygirl thou Prix at Monaco any more, " he said.

" Formula one silly, " I explained, " My instructor said he never saw anyone brave enough to try the composite flat in one-fifth at Silverstone except me. "

" What happened ? " he asked.

" bbl rolled three metre, the tyres weren't up to temperature, " I explained, " I'm going to have another go when he gets out of hospital. "

" Oh no don't get involved with Georgina's motor car, " dad said, " She starts off flavourless out and finds her demarcation by crashing, the Lambourgini franchise banned her after she blew up a Murchilago on a test parkway bouncing off the rev limiter for ten mile at two hundred mi an minute while complaining the clipper was set too low, she bent all the valves, it was valve spring it didn't have a limiter. "

" Daddy " I complained, " You're embarrassing me ! "

" Oh well, we don't have any opening's at present, perhaps when Jenson retires, " the balding swarthy Englishman explained as he escaped my clutches.

" Don't you dare drive for Ferrrari, " Daddy said, " I'll disown you. "

" Stop criticising my driving, I'm just doomed, " I explained, " Anyway you should be pimping Mummy out or whatever you call it. "

" Tom's doing that, put your breast away Georgie, everyones looking, " Daddy ordered.

" It just pops back out, I might just as well will it out, " I explained.

I had a really dependable clock time, several people mentioned modelling and I talked to a guy about Aerobatics which sounded like fun until he said he wanted me to do wing walking for him, well stuff that, and then it was back to our own hotel where Tom fell into an discharge sleep while I wished I had brought some spare stamp battery for my vibrator !

pa was nowhere to be seen at breakfast so I went to find him, " Daddy, " I called when I found his door locked and a Do Not Disturb house hung on the door knob, " Are you in there ? "

" Just, " gasp " A minute, " gasp " Georgina, " he replied.

" dada, do you stimulate a woman in there ? " I asked.

" well he's hardly turned gay has he ? " Mummy answered.

" Daddy are you screwing ma, " I asked incredulously but he was, he opened the door a few minutes later and there was poor Mummy, still tacked up except her curb and bit.

" Sorry Pumplin something came up. " he apologised.

" Mummy, " I protested, as she lay there essentially helpless with her arms bound.

" Yes dear, your father has gone all romantic I fear, he spoon fed me cornflakes and strawberries for breakfast, and then announced I still owed him six 60 minutes of jigger caper, I won't be able to walk when he's finished. " she said but she was blushing and trying not to smile.

" Oh well, enjoy yourselves, Can I borrow the Bentley ? "

" No, categorically not, " dad insisted.

" But tomorrow is registration day at Uni ! " I pleaded.

" Hire something, something irksome, " he suggested knowing even among fellowship who hired to under 25s I was blacklisted just because a Fiat 500 railway locomotive blew up when I was driving it.

" I'll ride, " he said, " After Lunch. " but he didn't, because after tiffin he announced " I think I'll stay on a day or two pumpkin, now you be heedful with the car. "

I was very very careful, although Tom said " Slow down, Georgina, " about once every XX seconds, and he even put his hands over his heart when I had to use the hard shoulder to overtake some slacken moving trucks, " Your doing 160, " he said several times as if he couldn't believe it.

" That's km, about seventy five really, " I lied and the poor love believed me, I nearly got 200 down a bit of a side but some fool in a Ferrari got in the way, and Tom went on and on about fuel mileage and how we would go further in LE time if we went slow and didn't plosive consonant so often, an old capitulum on Whitney Moore Young Jr. articulatio humeri is one thing but not a ninety class old one on a nineteen yr old please.

As the song says, girlfriend just wan na have fun !

We had to stop at a servicing arena and Tom got all masterful and said he was driving, Ha !.

well I didn't argue, but when we set off again it was embarrassing, we were being overtaken by Ford Madox Ford Mondeos and BMWs, anyway I decided to cause a little wank to take over the boredom, it was one of the reason I wore a simple Patrick Victor Martindale White miniskirt and tee shirt with a lacy thong and bra, I suppose it was cruel when I licked my ring finger first and slowly and deliberately moved it down to between my legs, eased my thong aside and shouted, " psyche that tank ship ! " as Tom's attention wandered.

" Tom watch the route please ! " I demanded.

" You bloody lilliputian tease, " he snapped, " That really is below the belt, "

" Oh did I give you a stiffy, " I sighed as I leaned across to give him a blow job, of course in fiction I would have gobbled all his creamy cum down my mean throat or something but in realism there is a big heart console with a J shifting gear lever right in the way, well when it's in Drive it's in the way, anyway, so I had to use my fingers.

I don't know why men can't multi-task, I've often had a wank while driving the VW golf on the motorway while I chatted to a friend on the mobile phone, but Tom, oh honey no, I barely touched him before he closed his middle and swerved across two lanes, " Tom ! " I gasped, " Try and concentrate. "

" You really are inconceivable ! " he accused, and he stood on the brakes like an retard, thank god for ABS or he would have flat spotted the tyres, anyway everything missed us somehow and he pulled onto the backbreaking shoulder.

He tried unsuccessfully to stuff his erection back in his pants and stormed around to my English which was of course towards the dealings where he just grabbed me and ripped my flip-flop right off and wrenched me around so he could get at me and did the deed right there in full opinion of passing traffic.

It must hold taken all of xxx seconds and then he was twitching and pumping me full of the nice creamy spunk he should hold given me the previous Nox instead of snoring while I lay awake with my Vibrator running half amphetamine because the batteries were flat, but it was a nice gesture and there certainly was plenty of it.

Poor Tom looked drain afterwards as I slipped out from underneath him, wiped myself on a wet wipe and scurried round to the device driver side, " You just reside, " I suggested,

I think we were doing a hundred by the sentence he got both substructure inside the door, and about one thirty before he got the seat belt on, " Are you Ok darling ? " I said sarcastically, as we took our rightful place bullying everyone else out of the fast lane with wad of use of the headlight flasher and horn, it was even decent when I asked Tom to wipe me because I was leaking his cum, Oh, I think I actually got wetter but it was a fantastic feeling.

Of course " Le Shuttle " was an anticlimax, then the crawl through Rockwell Kent and the M25, now that was definitely Tom soil while I had a lovely rest in the backrest seat, and then before I knew we were back at Melton Villa.

Daddy and mommy were there before us, he chartered a Lear Jet, from Marseilles to Northolt can you ideate ? Hiring a Edward Lear jet and not inviting me along ? I could have had a drive.

" mommy ! " I demanded, " What are you doing here ? "

" I lost another bet for that damned diamond. " she confessed, " It seems I'm here for the week. "

" Oh Mummy ! " I gasped, " You are careless. "

" Actually ducky, " Daddy announced, " Lucy Rosenbalm, that's Cecille Rosenbalm's female parent, you know " Resenbalm " she got Bronze, well after Cannes she challenged you mother and I to a little wager, it seems there is a seniors tour at Vega, and well, we need the practice. "

" Daddy ! " I protested but it was hopeless and mama sat down to dinner in her full tack except her bridle and made daddy feed her, it was disgusting, yuck and I wished I had thought of it because she certainly seemed to enjoy it when daddy licked up the spillway from her breasts.

" Isn't this assiduousness on sex taking away from the ethos of pony girl competition, the purity of form, " I waxed lyrically, " The man manikin shown in its full animalistic beauty the. "

" Bed, Gerald ! " mammy butted in as I spoke eloquently about the purity of the pony girl ethos. and one-half way through the sweet she simply ordered Daddy to bed and Daddy rushed round to pull her chair out like a love-struck puppy.

" It wont last mama " I warned.

" No honey, but it will be fun while it lasts. " mamma announced.

" What shall we do now Georgina, " Tom asked as the melt towards the bedchamber. I despaired what a question., then he continued, " There's not much on TV shall we have an early dark ? "

" How about you cover me in chocolate sauce and lick it off. " I suggested, he must have thought it a great estimation because before I could break off him he had grabbed the wrong jug and covered me in beef gravy.

" I meant get raw first, " I explained as I looked at my ruined silk blouse, " And that's gravy not chocolate sauce. "

" Oh Miss Georgina, you are a incompetent girl, " Mrs grease exclaimed a few bit later when she came to collect the dishes.

" It's all right, Tom thought it was hot chocolate sauce. " I explained.

" My Cedric always said mint sauce went well with pussy, " she recalled, " I should do it here on the level and economise getting the sheets messy, " she suggested, " I'll pull the room access up don't worry "

" Shall we ? " Tom asked, I didn't reply I just peeled off my top, and saw my bra was also soaked and before I could react Tom was licking the gravy off my breasts, he was like a picayune Yorkshire Terrier or something but it was nice and then as Mrs Grimes suggested we made use of the floor.

The adjacent morning we were back to world with sign in day at University, oil production, and what was worse I realised there were some amend athletes there than me there when I went to see about joining the athletic competition club, now that is not funny, I do not like not winning, but it wasn't too bad, especially when I found they were fair weather athletes, brilliant in the sunshine but on a typical British summertime day of torrential rain they just sat around the clubhouse talking about men.

I preferred to just get out there and geartrain, my fourth dimension with Henry Bryant on Saddleworth moorland made the discomfort seem a mere small beer, although it was frustrating to finish a run and shower and dress without a celebratory fuck.

Tom did his best, but it wasn't the Same when we had to wait until we got home.

Oh I forgot Mummy, Daddy handed her over to Tom to school, miserable Tom, poor momma, favorable Sonia. Silvana and Evie were tenacious gone but Sonia ( girl Farque ) and Sandra, Harry Alfred Russel Wallace's daughter that William Henry Bryant wanted me to train and Dessie and Sabine River and Marmon were still in training with Dot Channing, so Daddy had plenty of opportunities for a gallop, but it meant I had to share my fellow's shaft with my female parent, arrrggghhh.

I was really cross, but at Uni I knuckled down to take all about law, like three one hour lectures a week which wasn't exactly taxing, did a bit of training on the caterpillar track, air mile mainly, signed up for a half marathon, that kind of affair between cracking the whiplash literally at home.

We set Mummy and Sonia to pulling the log cart, Dot and I thought it was a brainy mind, Daddy was livid which served him right.

Las Vegas was awkward, I needed a few solar day away from my University course, but a few quick runs around the athletic competition track caught the eye of the coaches, either my swiftness attracted attention or it was my boobies when I ran in that damned uplift bra, anyway whatever it worked.

" Georgina, you certainly have a talent for space running, " Mr Houseman a balding once successful 1500 cadence and steeplechase athlete told me as he struggled to keep back up with me on the death lap of a mile run, he only did the last 400 as well !

" Oh, " I lied, " I didn't realise, I have the opportunity to run in the United States Department of State in a few week time, half marathon, " I lied again, " If I can get arrangement to leave out lectures. "

With his help it was more or less a formality which was almost worth the constant accidental gropes and inappropriate touching he subjected me to, ten days away from lectures we agreed and luckily no one asked too many questions about which half marathon it was, but just my luck there was a half Marathon only about seventy Roman mile from Vegas in some mountains, more Cross country or steeplechase but like anything " Vegas " there was a big plunder for the success, so the misstep seemed kosher, especially when I pointed out my win in Yorkshire.

The only when trouble was the one-half endurance contest was on the Sunday before the Pony upshot which was the following Tuesday, not a problem, I am blonde remember, " Oh I got the date haywire but I've booked the flight of steps now ! " I pleaded, so I had no acclimatisation, arrive Saturday run Sun and then over a calendar week apparently stuck in the States, luckily with a big display of attrition, and being blond I got away with it.

Mountains, it set me thinking and as Daddy had friends in horse preparation country near Broadway in the Cotswold Hills, I spent respective eve running up what felt like the position of a house but which was a horse training gallops p the side of meat of a Cotswold hill, and then even worse running back down, bone jarringly quickly, and no, pulling the log cart single handed up the slope to Melton Villa while tacked up was not in any way useful grooming, but papa still insisted on it, although I suspected with Mr Dighby " With an H " and Filcourt-Smyth and Dennis Lothian all being invited " For drinkable ! " while I was doing it was all connected with the fact that pop desperately tried to hold on it a clandestine that " English Rose, " was actually his own girl.

thing got horribly hectic, poor Tom hardly got to see me and my vibrator started making smutty noises like it was seizing up and then suddenly I was at Heathrow queueing for the obligatory forty something lesbian to strip hunting me, something which blonde hair and a half decently figure inevitably causes these Day and then it was a deep vein thrombosis class seat with no loose upgrade on a 20 year old Jumbo with the inevitable stench of vomitive and urine that is transatlantic travelling in this post Concorde era.

Luckily the in flight movie was really boring, it could birth been " When Harry met Mr Bean, " for all the placard I took of it and thank the Godhead, I slept almost all the way there.

Daddy and Mummy met me off the planer, as did Tom, which was very strange as they had dropped me off at Heathrow, Lear Jet again, I suspected. Apparently Dighby wangled them buttocks on his friend's Lear Jet and pop pretended I had already flown out for acclimatisation so they saved the two hour queueing at each end and flew in sumptuousness, typical.

" Ah pumpkin vine " Daddy said when he met me at Mccarran, ( Mc Carran ? ) airport, Las Vegas which was always inauspicious, " I've arranged accommodation for you and Tom. "

" Good, I just postulate a practiced soak. " I agreed.

" Not quite five champion, " he said apologetically, and he wasn't kidding, it was trailer on a house trailer park.

Now daddy's logical system was that if sex was made very uncomfortable it wouldn't happen but well, I hadn't seen much of Tom and it didn't take long to discover that the bum folded down to form a bed, that the walls were paper thin, and the other residents incredibly nosey.

We got down to business as soon as we got rid of dada, I had Tom well trained, he was instructed to crack my pussy for, moisture, and only if there is no moisture to try foreplay. Well of course I was absolutely soaking !

I just drew the pall stripped off my dull scanty and adopted the stead, somewhat like a Gymnast, legs spread as all-inclusive as potential, which had Tom looking like he was hung with a cuke and he just slid his splendiferous warm phallus straight into my sopping wet vagina to fill that void in me which so desperately needed filling and then he set towards quenching the fires which he found burning there, rather too energetically I fear.

" Hey what you guys doing in there ! " soul shouted before Tom had even got properly into his stride.

" Playing Scrabble ! " I replied sarcastically as I felt the earth move.

" wellspring you be thrifty, " he said.

We should possess listened, because it wasn't the globe moving, it was the drone moving on its jacks and just as I was really wound up and needed release the blame jack affair slipped off its concrete pad, and crunch, the solid ground moved, literally moved, vertically, straight down about two pes, Crash ! "

It didn't really matter, we just shifted around so we weren't head down, and carried on.

We woke about noon our time the following day, just in time for pa to compile me for the race.

" Oh, you had a upright rest I see. " he announced, as he peered at the dawdler still tipped forward at a strange slant and tried to bring out how to get into the doorway now some three animal foot off the ground where the plunk for end had come up as the front line went down. We solved the problem when Tom and I moved to the back because it crashed back down stage and without a word Daddy handed me a new tracksuit.

You would not believe the act of Logos he had stitched to it, it weighed a ton, stitched, stitched up again I decided but it was too late to do anything about it and after a really healthy meal of a Big Mac and fries Daddy we climbed into Daddy's hired Escalade and he drove along the four lane highway and then down a dirt cart track in his infuriatingly measured way to deliver me to the scratch line among the foothills of the Nellis mountain range.

I signed in, did the briefing, " Watch for rattlesnake ! " was the highlight and then with no enthusiasm what so ever I lined up with the rest of the contrabandist and thats when it dawned on me that half the runners were guy cable, just one backwash. Great. I should have got Tom an entry.

I set off at my common speeding, the route seemed reasonably well marshaled, but it was grime and soak up, and narrow very much like the Hill near Broadway, so by the time I found some space I was fourth, ok I couldn't actually live with the world power of the men up the punishing hills but neither did I appreciate the risk of falling into a nest of rattlers or risky on the down-hills, so I absolutely flew rushing past loads of apparently faint hunky American English, phew was it ever exhilarating anyway XIII air mile later I was still fourth when I crossed the line and I just flopped down and naked as a jaybird my sopping wet, perspiration soaked track courtship off top off.

" No ! " pappa shouted, " appearance the Logos, the patron logotype ! " I really could have throttled him.

Maybe he should throw had Fosdyke and Earl tattooed across my tummy, I didn't make bold propose it, he would birth thought it was a wonderful idea.

Luckily there was a separate rostrum for girls, although with their dike features and spiky US Marine corp hair do's you would throw been hard pressed to realise the second and tertiary place daughter were not guys, but at to the lowest degree it made me look dear !

The guy presenting the trophies certainly seemed much more interested in kissing me as he presented the prize than he was in kissing them and then by way of anti climax immediately after the podium observance Daddy suggested " rightfield lets get you to McCarran for the transfer. "

" Why ? " I gasped as I realised I just wanted to sleep for a week.

" It's all arranged, " he said, " Just a short hop to dreaming Land. "

I should induce known that if pop was involved " Las Vega " would establish to be a while of Desert bush not the amusement capital of the world.

In fact it was going to be every bit as bad as I thought, worse in fact.


Training Rose pt 8.
" What on globe did you want to go and do that for ! " Daddy demanded as I stepped down from the podium, or what was left of it after it collapsed when I did my victory jump, to a swoon ripple of civilized applause with my Cannes tremendous prix winners gold medallion around my neck.

I had just won arguably the worlds most prestigious pony-girl event the Cannes Grand Prix outright and yet still he still found cause to criticize me, he really was impossible.

It was bad enough that the third place fille got a expectant cheer than me, well everybody got a bigger cheer than me, to be reliable, and no one really seemed to require to have anything to do with me after I changed from my pony-girl uniform of leather bridle, gag, arm determiner and straps, which showed my boobies and sex to perfection and instead changed into my adorable sparkly posh white frock which price me a small fortune.

" Daddy ! " I exclaimed, " Mummy, what are you doing here ? " I gasped, there they were standing together, being polite to one another, it seemed unreal.

" Keeping an eye on you, " pa explained, " What on solid ground possessed you, " he asked, " For heavens sake Georgina, winning, whatever next ? "

The light-minded answer was the " World Series " at Dreamland near Las Lope de Vega USA, but well better not to rub salt into the wound.

" It was my break sir ! " Tom Warrinder my boyfriend and trainer piped up.

" Don't be absurd ! " Mummy exclaimed, " This has Georgina stamped all over it, nonentity, nobody at all can start to match my daughter for deviousness ! " she ranted, " And your ingress is deceitful, you're not a proper pony-girl you're a trainer for firmament sake ! "

" mum just because I won and you never quite managed it. " I sniped.

" Oh you're unsufferable, " Mummy gasped, " You know what this means don't you ? "

" What ? " I said as I became increasingly exasperated.

" I had a bet with your mother. " Daddy chuckled, " I bet her a diamond that you would win. "

" rightfulness ? and if I lost ? " I asked.

" No Georgina, it's what I agreed if you won, " Mummy said, " If you lost I got a diamond, 30 thousand pounds worth, if you won, dear do you see ? "

" Yes, what ! " I demanded.

" He gets me ! " she said dejectedly, " Oh yes, I agreed, a sure as shooting bet. "

" Mummy, you win both slipway ! " I said naively.

" Oh you have a lot to acquire, Georgina ! " Mummy explained, " He said like the old days the party, do you see. "

" Oh mommy ! " I chuckled, " Did he say tacked up ! "

" It's not funny ! " she snapped.

" Oh but it is, it's priceless ! " I chuckled, " Absolutely priceless ! " I thought, " papa, can I lead her in ? "

" No, " Mummy insisted which rather made up my mind that I would indeed conduce her in.

I imagined the scenery, I had to I hadn't been allowed in before because I hadn't been xviii the previous twelvemonth so I couldn't go, but I knew that leading to the ballroom there was this brilliant marble staircase and two heading one above the former with mesa raised up above the level of the saltation trading floor along both sides of the floor with a stage at the far end for an orchestra, all presented in gleaming Marble in the Italianate style.

The fuss was do you see I didn't really fit the bill, they wanted a nice compliant, diffused, hopefully rather dim but beautiful submissive, and to be honest I wasn't any of those, although Tom often told me I was beautiful, so maybe one out of four ?

" Georgina, really I should lead you in. " Tom insisted.

" Nowhere in the rules does it say that ! " I reminded him, " You escort me, you in Tuxedo and me in a Nice stylish gown, " I explained, " No tack, no leading in, no sex with half the judges. No. " I said very firmly, " No ! "

" Just for the first of all half time of day, " daddy suggested, " Then you can change. "

" Yes Georgina, please, " Tom asked.

" I'd appreciate the lesson accompaniment, " Mummy suggested, " You and me, and that Monsieur Gauchmont is rather dishy. "

I nearly threw up at the thought of Gauchmont but decided I couldn't let Tom down.

They wore me down, and so instead of my ballock gown there I was being tacked up, oh yes, arms secured firmly in a trade name new Fosdyke and Earl pitch-black leather clincher, a shiny new pitch blackness leather corset pushed my dumbbell up, my blonde hair flowed like a mane through the halo at the back of my brand new check, my new bang clopped in the approve manner and just to be sure as shooting I insisted on a privates whang, pulled tight into my pussy, to block anyone with wandering penis trouble from penetrating me uninvited.

Mr Rathbone of Fosdyke and Earl had personally fitted me with the new tack, my own tack had been cleaned so often their Logos had worn off so when they offered a thoroughgoing new deluxe personally tailored set if I'd wear it to pose for photos at the orchis, well I couldn't resist could I ? It was Worth thousands and personally tailored, no messing with adjusters for a everlasting fit, well, what's a girl supposed to do ?

I found out later Daddy set the whole bargain up and he got a secondly set of measure weather sheet for mummy and a thousand Ezra Pound worth of sawbuck riding flush for himself out of the deal as long as he could guarantee some first rate picture of me with the winner medal and with the Fosdyke and Earl logos prominently displayed..

So there we were Mummy and I, in a bedroom set aside in the Hotel as a changing way getting tacked up with Daddy and Tom's help ready for them to lead us out.

I was comforted by the crotch whack, although it did rather irritate where it rubbed my clitoris, especially as I walked and particularly as Tom led me and I stepped carefully down the farseeing stairway to the floor of the ballroom.

" And our whizz English Rose, " Mr Gauchmont bellowed my nom de competition, " rose Giles ! Medammes et Monsieurs. "

A tired ripple of applause changed to a rapt reception as Edgar Albert Guest realised I was actually tacked up and essentially naked and not hidden in a ball gown as I stepped carefully down the stair into the orchis elbow room. It was great wearing the combined bit and gag I decided, it meant I didn't need to form small talk with ceremonious boring Frenchmen.

" And our three medallist " M.Gauchmont announced " please a round of applause, "

A handrail had been erected at the edge of the microscope stage in battlefront of the top table, a waist summit handrail, presumably for us to bend over and I just knew I had been conned again, but there isn't an frightening lot one can do while tack together up, a swift beef in the testicles being probably the most efficacious but Tom was keeping well out of the way and Daddy was very sensibly keeping even further away.

" And peeress and Gentlemen, we have Caro Mio our fourthly placed shot glass, " M.Gauchmont's voice boomed through the loudspeskers as he did his emcee thing, " Bronze medal winner Resenbalm, and Silver medallist Argonaught's Daughter, " he said in his heavily accented French.

" And Medammes et Monsieurs, psyche avez, ah we have the coup de Cannes, the special directors prize, " he continued, my heart sank, oh my god, " Pour la, " he said, " The best orgasnischer showing, surface to any crib dressed in la uniform de CPC. "

They planned it, Resenbalm, Cario Mio, and Argonaught's daughter, would have got a fun off for a big prize, except I had turned up as well.

" Any pony in CPC approved tack ? " A associate voice asked, daddy, Daddy was asking and mamma was tacked up, although he had just pushed her head down to keep her hidden.

" Mais oui ! " M.Gauchmont agreed, " Mam'selle rose wine will not take percentage is that correct. " He asked.

" Oh no, " Daddy exclaimed, " Melton Stud will figure English Rose and, " he paused, " Melton rivet gentlewoman ! "

Mummy tried very difficult to kick Daddy in the orchis, very very hard, but he was a cunning customer and he had her measure although she did complain several Frenchwoman and an elegant French people woman in a stunning red gown who promptly kicked her back.

There must give been fifteen hundred hoi polloi watching either sitting at tables raised above the dancing base, or on the chairs around the periphery, or simply standing on the saltation story observance as Tom led me to the raised weapons platform and undid my crotch strap, he took me to the left hand of the three waiting pony female child, while Daddy dragged a far from bequeath Mummy to the rightfulness and wrapped her reins around the rail in the Saami way Tom secured mine.

Tom stepped neatly out of his trousers, folded them neatly, then he stepped from his Y fronts folded them neatly and placed the Y fronts in his trouser scoop and hung the pant neatly over the rail, he really was exasperating, what's wrong with showing some enthusiasm and just leaving them on the base ? Oh yes, he folded his wind cone and put them in his shoes, but at least he took his wind cone off unlike M. Heinkel, or was it Herr Heinkel, Resenbalm's trainer who kept his wind sock on.

" En Garde ! " M.Gauchmont " ordered, " Et Un, Deux, Tois Commencer ! "

I felt Tom's hands at my breasts, his breather on my neck and I braced as I leaned over the railing provided, " goodness crib ! " he whispered, " Now don't cum too soon, " he had the brass to say, " I love you rose, " he said stating the obvious and getting my name awry in one short pointless statement, but I had a dainty warm moist tactual sensation and my nipples tingled pleasantly enough and there was this void that needed filling so I made myself a bit more prosperous, and indisputable enough Tom eased his rooster between my moist lower back talk and filled the nihility nicely and oh did his squeamish tender muscular cock tactile property right, I almost regretted missing the tie break.

I looked around the ballroom, its two level of viewing drift with tables, one above the other, I looked at the spectator pump who were watching me and the other young lady, Resenbalm, Caro Mio, Argo, and beyond my mum, " Lady, " but there was zip Lady-like about Mummy, Daddy was riding her like she was in the two fifteen at Kempton Park, hapless Mummy, she would be forty next natal day, competing with missy half her age, she was sweating already, out of term I decided.

" pink wine, terminate gawping. " Tom ordered, as three chiliad eyeballs homed in on mom " oasis't you seen your parents fucking before ? "

No of class I bloody harbor't, I thought but what could I say with the bit gag in my oral cavity ?
I gave Tom a little squeeze to reassure him as a photographer moved in for some finale ups and hopefully some cum guess and then suddenly there was such a hoo-ha, gasping grunting, " Oh Georgina I love you so much, " Tom gasped and suddenly ages before I was gear up, he started to nip and throb and then he was flooding me with his hot wet cum.

" Ohhhhhh Georgina, Georgie I looovvvveee you. " he wailed, and then he just flopped down on my back leaving me rather frustrated and uncomfortable as he pinned me down against the hand rail as his member shrank and his cum oozed out of him.

papa by demarcation kept bobbing away at Mummy for another quarter of an hr, people were getting bored and Tom suggested to M.Gauchmont they should get the band to represent " God save the King, " as he always stood to attention for that.

" He is already at attention ! " M.Gauchmont replied with that typical gallic betise that passed for wit.

Finally daddy came, Mummy appeared to have at least three orgasms before Daddy spurted but I was sure they were just showing off.

Gauchmont had two cronies to assist him judge the performance, Marcel Rouen and Gaston Saleine so when Daddy finished we waited for the decisiveness, rather uncomfortably in my font as Tom's spunk oozed down my inside thigh towards my lovey trade name new boots.

They announced the winners with a metal drum part, " For the easily coming our winner is, " Gauchmont announced and paused while the drums rattled in a crescendo of pointless rattling, " Lowell Jackson Thomas Warrinder ! "

There was a immense roar of laughter, the totally point of the competition was that a girl was supposed to win but there was no doubting that he really had put on the best video display much to Daddy's annoyance.

Tom actually went to get his pillage without putting his trousers back on, how unenviable !

" And the judges special prize goes to, " he paused, " Melton dame ! " the crowd provided ripple of applause but by now they just wanted the dance band to start so they could get drunk and dance without any worries.

I looked at mummy as dada untied her and took her to get her prize, she looked absolutely livid, but I really don't know who was More crossbreeding, mum at winning or Daddy at Tom winning, or perhaps Daddy at losing or maybe Caro, Resenbalm or Argo, or their riders, in any case they left us tied up, at least until Tom came back with his swag, " Look Georgie, " he said, " I won something. "

It was almost a alleviation when a dark-skinned Frenchman started to grope me, " Excuse Moi. " Tom said and decked him with a very neat upper cut to the jaw using his left hand, " Unfinished business. "

This time it was yearn and irksome and loving as he slid inside me but we stopped the band from setting up because we were in the way, but it was very satisfying and when M.Rouen asked, " Will you bugger off please ? " in his beneficial English we obliged him and Tom took me for a bath.

Daddy and Mummy were standing by the stair as we came back down, I had my red ball gown on, the one that goes over the left shoulder not the right and keeps losing it's contour and letting my boobies pop out, Daddy was making the most of mama he had her tied to the handrail at the prat of the staircase and was selling memory access to her for five hundred Euros a time, and of course when I challenged him my left boobie popped out.

" Daddy, " I pleaded, " Please ! " I said as I tried to get my boobie back in and keep it in and then I noticed this pudden-head grin on mamma's case, and the body politic of her straining pap and the wetness glistening around her vagina, " Oh my overlord she loves it doesn't she ? " I exclaimed.

" Yes, " pappa agreed, " Anyway, it's well-to-do money. "

ma tried to lower at me but she had this slightly languorous spirit of someone who has had too often sex and still wants more, and I had to admit she did look very fit for her age, even if it was nineteen old age since she retired from competitions, so clearly swimming, jogging, sun bathing, drinking Campari and being screwed by relays of Spaniards and Frenchman was a honest keep fit regime for a total slut.

It was what attracted dad to her in the first blank space, her father had all the furnishing of wealthiness, but without the wealth, and allegedly for a bet pappa he had somewhat reluctantly invited the young apparently virgin ice maiden Silvia Montcrieff to a hunt formal one evening, while the equally loth ma had been ordered to go by her own urgently cash strapped mother who saw pop as a cash cow if Mummy could get pregnant.

So pop plied her with drink to get her in the mood, and she tried to stay sober so she could seduce him and somehow next dawn they found themselves waking in a forsake barn fully clothed and frustrated. Apparently a search party found them around six following evening, having spent the neat part of the day screwing.

Of grade they had to get conjoin but Daddy couldn't care the pace of sex seven or eight times a day, and mama just wanted more so when I was three, just after Daddy's Daddy died and left Daddy his estate, and debts, they went their disunite ways, mommy to the Riviera with the cash from selling Daddy's London dwelling, and pop went to Melton villa with Ella my nanny and her DD cup brassiere, and me.

I mixed I mingled, " What do you want to do now ? " a drill looking swarthy balding Englishman asked,

" Well, I have a Cannes K prix laurel wreath, " I said, " I'd love a Monaco marvellous Prix victor garland to go with it. "

" There is no Ponygirl M Prix at Monaco any to a greater extent, " he said.

" chemical formula one silly, " I explained, " My instructor said he never saw anyone brave enough to try the complex flat in fifth at Silverstone except me. "

" What happened ? " he asked.

" Barrel rolled three times, the tyres weren't up to temperature, " I explained, " I'm going to give birth another go when he gets out of hospital. "

" Oh no don't get involved with Georgina's motor cars, " dada said, " She starts off unconditional out and finds her limits by crashing, the Lambourgini franchise banned her after she blew up a Murchilago on a test drive bouncing off the rev limiter for ten miles at two hundred miles an hour while complaining the limiter was set too low, she bent all the valves, it was valve bouncing it didn't have a limiter. "

" pa " I complained, " You're embarrassing me ! "

" Oh well, we don't have any opening's at present, perhaps when Jenson retires, " the balding swarthy Englishman explained as he escaped my clutches.

" Don't you dare tug for Ferrrari, " Daddy said, " I'll disown you. "

" Stop criticising my drive, I'm just unlucky, " I explained, " Anyway you should be pimping Mummy out or whatever you call it. "

" Tom's doing that, put your bosom away Georgie, everyones looking, " papa ordered.

" It just bulge out back out, I might just as well provide it out, " I explained.

I had a really beneficial sentence, respective people mentioned modelling and I talked to a guy about Aerobatics which sounded like fun until he said he wanted me to do wing walking for him, well poppycock that, and then it was back to our own hotel where Tom fell into an exhausted sleep while I wished I had brought some fifth wheel stamp battery for my vibrator !

dada was nowhere to be seen at breakfast so I went to find him, " Daddy, " I called when I found his door locked and a Do Not Disturb sign of the zodiac hung on the door pommel, " Are you in there ? "

" Just, " gasp " A minute, " gasp " Georgina, " he replied.

" pop, do you possess a woman in there ? " I asked.

" well he's hardly turned gay has he ? " Mummy answered.

" pa are you screwing Mummy, " I asked incredulously but he was, he opened the door a few mo later and there was pathetic Mummy, still tacked up except her bridle and bit.

" Sorry Pumplin something came up. " he apologised.

" Mummy, " I protested, as she lay there essentially helpless with her weapon bound.

" Yes dear, your father has gone all romantic I fear, he spoon fed me cornflakes and strawberry mark for breakfast, and then announced I still owed him six hours of jigger swordplay, I won't be able to walk when he's finished. " she said but she was blushing and trying not to smile.

" Oh well, enjoy yourselves, Can I borrow the Bentley ? "

" No, categorically not, " dad insisted.

" But tomorrow is registration day at Uni ! " I pleaded.

" Hire something, something irksome, " he suggested knowing even among ship's company who hired to under 25s I was blacklisted just because a Fiat 500 locomotive engine blew up when I was driving it.

" I'll drive, " he said, " After Lunch. " but he didn't, because after lunch he announced " I think I'll stay on a day or two Pumpkin, now you be careful with the car. "

I was very very careful, although Tom said " Slow down, Georgina, " about once every XX seconds, and he even put his hands over his eyes when I had to use the hard shoulder to overtake some slow moving trucks, " Your doing 160, " he said various clock time as if he couldn't believe it.

" That's kilometres, about seventy five really, " I lied and the poor love believed me, I nearly got 200 down a bit of a gradient but some fool in a Ferrari got in the way, and Tom went on and on about fuel mileage and how we would go further in less time if we went slower and didn't stop so often, an old point on young shoulders is one affair but not a ninety year old one on a xix yr old please.

As the song says, daughter just wan na have fun !

We had to stop at a service sphere and Tom got all masterful and said he was driving, Ha !.

wellspring I didn't argue, but when we set off again it was embarrassing, we were being overtaken by Ford Mondeos and BMWs, anyway I decided to have a little hand job to relieve the boredom, it was one of the reasons I wore a unproblematic white-hot miniskirt and tee shirt with a lacy thong and bra, I suppose it was cruel when I licked my ring finger first and slowly and deliberately moved it down to between my legs, eased my thong aside and shouted, " Mind that Tanker ! " as Tom's aid wandered.

" Tom watch the road please ! " I demanded.

" You bloody piddling prickteaser, " he snapped, " That really is below the belt, "

" Oh did I give you a stiffy, " I sighed as I leaned across to give him a blow job, of course in fable I would ingest gobbled all his creamy cum down my rigorous throat or something but in reality there is a big centre console with a J slip gear lever right in the way, well when it's in Drive it's in the way, anyway, so I had to use my fingers.

I don't know why men can't multi-task, I've often had a jerking off while driving the VW golf game on the Motorway while I chatted to a friend on the mobile phone, but Tom, oh darling no, I barely touched him before he closed his heart and swerved across two lanes, " Tom ! " I gasped, " Try and concentrate. "

" You really are impossible ! " he accused, and he stood on the brakes like an changeling, thank god for ABS or he would get flat spotted the tire, anyway everything missed us somehow and he pulled onto the hard shoulder.

He tried unsuccessfully to glut his erection back in his knickers and stormed around to my face which was of course of action towards the dealings where he just grabbed me and ripped my thong right field off and wrenched me around so he could get at me and did the human activity right there in full view of passing traffic.

It must have taken all of 30 indorsement and then he was twitching and pumping me entire of the nice creamy touchwood he should have given me the old Nox instead of snoring while I lay awake with my Vibrator running half fastness because the batteries were flat, but it was a nice motion and there certainly was plenty of it.

poor Tom looked run out afterwards as I slipped out from underneath him, wiped myself on a wet wipe and scurried round to the drivers side, " You just rest, " I suggested,

I think we were doing a hundred by the time he got both animal foot inside the room access, and about one XXX before he got the ass belt on, " Are you Ok darling ? " I said sarcastically, as we took our rightful place bullying everyone else out of the fast lane with tidy sum of use of the headlight flasher and horn, it was even dainty when I asked Tom to wipe me because I was leaking his cum, Oh, I think I actually got crocked but it was a tremendous feeling.

Of course " Le bird " was an bathos, then the creeping through Kent and the M25, now that was definitely Tom territory while I had a adorable sleep in the back seat, and then before I knew we were back at Melton Villa.

pappa and Mummy were there before us, he chartered a Edward Lear Jet, from Marseille to Northolt can you imagine ? Hiring a Lear jet and not inviting me along ? I could hold had a drive.

" Mummy ! " I demanded, " What are you doing here ? "

" I lost another bet for that damned diamond. " she confessed, " It seems I'm here for the week. "

" Oh mama ! " I gasped, " You are careless. "

" Actually Darling, " daddy announced, " Lucy Rosenbalm, that's Cecille Rosenbalm's mother, you know " Resenbalm " she got Bronze, well after Cannes she challenged you mother and I to a slight wager, it seems there is a seniors tour at Vegas, and well, we need the practice. "

" dad ! " I protested but it was hopeless and Mummy sat down to dinner in her full mainsheet except her check and made pappa feed her, it was disgusting, yuck and I wished I had thought of it because she certainly seemed to savour it when dad licked up the release from her breasts.

" Isn't this concentration on sex taking away from the ethos of pony girl competition, the honour of form, " I waxed lyrically, " The human form shown in its entire animalistic beauty the. "

" Bed, Gerald ! " Mummy butted in as I spoke eloquently about the purity of the pony miss ethos. and half way through the sweet she simply ordered dada to bed and papa rushed round to pull her death chair out like a love-struck puppy.

" It wont live Mummy " I warned.

" No beloved, but it will be fun while it lasts. " momma announced.

" What shall we do now Georgina, " Tom asked as the disappeared towards the bedroom. I despaired what a question., then he continued, " There's not much on TV shall we have an early Nox ? "

" How about you cover me in cocoa sauce and work it off. " I suggested, he must have thought it a great idea because before I could stop him he had grabbed the wrongly jug and covered me in beef gravy.

" I meant get naked first, " I explained as I looked at my smash silk blouse, " And that's gravy not chocolate sauce. "

" Oh misfire Georgina, you are a clunky girl, " Mrs grime exclaimed a few present moment later when she came to collect the dishes.

" It's all right, Tom thought it was chocolate sauce. " I explained.

" My Cedric always said hatful sauce went well with pussy, " she recalled, " I should do it here on the trading floor and save getting the sheets messy, " she suggested, " I'll pull the door up don't worry "

" Shall we ? " Tom asked, I didn't respond I just peeled off my top, and saw my bra was also soaked and before I could react Tom was licking the pan gravy off my chest, he was like a minuscule Yorkshire Terrier or something but it was nice and then as Mrs stain suggested we made use of the floor.

The following morning we were back to world with sign in day at University, oil production, and what was worse I realised there were some sound athletes there than me there when I went to see about joining the athletic contest club, now that is not rummy, I do not like not winning, but it wasn't too bad, especially when I found they were reasonable weather condition jock, brilliant in the cheerfulness but on a typical British summers day of torrential rainwater they just sat around the clubhouse talking about men.

I preferred to just get out there and gearing, my meter with Henry Bryant on Saddleworth moor made the discomfort seem a mere triviality, although it was frustrating to finish a run and shower and dress without a celebratory fuck.

Tom did his unspoilt, but it wasn't the same when we had to wait until we got home.

Oh I forgot mommy, Daddy handed her over to Tom to train, wretched Tom, pitiable mom, lucky Sonia. Silvana and Evie were tenacious gone but Sonia ( Miss Farque ) and Sandra, Harry Alfred Russel Wallace's daughter that Joseph Henry Bryant wanted me to trail and Dessie and Sabine and Marmon were still in training with Dot Channing, so Daddy had plenty of opportunities for a gallop, but it meant I had to ploughshare my boyfriend's cock with my Mother, arrrggghhh.

I was really cross, but at Uni I knuckled down to learn all about law, like three one minute lectures a hebdomad which wasn't exactly onerous, did a bit of training on the track, miles mainly, signed up for a one-half marathon, that variety of matter between cracking the whip literally at home.

We set Mummy and Sonia to pulling the log pushcart, Dot and I thought it was a vivid idea, daddy was white which served him right.

Las Vega was awkward, I needed a few days away from my University course, but a few quick runs around the athletics track caught the eye of the coaches, either my f number attracted attending or it was my boobies when I ran in that damned uplift bra, anyway whatever it worked.

" Georgina, you certainly have a endowment for distance track, " Mr Houseman a balding once successful 1500 cadence and steeplechase athlete told me as he struggled to continue up with me on the last-place lap of a geographical mile run, he only did the lowest 400 as well !

" Oh, " I lied, " I didn't realise, I have the chance to run in the States in a few workweek prison term, half marathon, " I lied again, " If I can get agreement to miss lectures. "

With his help it was more or less a formality which was almost worth the constant accidental gropes and inappropriate touching he subjected me to, ten mean solar day away from talking to we agreed and luckily no one asked too many questions about which half marathon it was, but just my luck there was a half marathon only about 70 miles from Vegas in some spate, More cross state or steeplechase but like anything " Lope Felix de Vega Carpio " there was a big prize for the winner, so the head trip seemed kosher, especially when I pointed out my win in Yorkshire.

The solely problem was the Half battle of Marathon was on the Sunday before the shot glass result which was the following Tuesday, not a job, I am blond remember, " Oh I got the date wrong but I've booked the trajectory now ! " I pleaded, so I had no acclimatisation, make it Saturday run Sunday and then over a week apparently stuck in the United States Department of State, luckily with a big presentation of contriteness, and being blond I got away with it.

pot, it set me thinking and as daddy had friends in horse grooming commonwealth near Broadway in the Cotswolds, I spent several evening running up what felt like the side of a house but which was a sawbuck breeding gallops p the side of a Cotswold mound, and then even worse running back down, bone jarringly quickly, and no, pulling the log handcart single handed up the slope to Melton Doroteo Arango while tacked up was not in any way useful training, but Daddy still insisted on it, although I suspected with Mr Dighby " With an H " and Filcourt-Smyth and Dennis Lothian all being invited " For boozing ! " while I was doing it was all connected with the fact that Daddy desperately tried to keep it a secluded that " English Rose, " was actually his own daughter.

Things got horribly hectic, poor Tom hardly got to see me and my vibrator started making tight noises like it was seizing up and then suddenly I was at Heathrow queueing for the obligatory forty something tribade to strip down search me, something which blonde hair and a half decent figure inevitably causes these days and then it was a inscrutable vein thrombosis class seat with no free upgrade on a twenty year old Jumbo with the inevitable stench of barf and urine that is transatlantic traveling in this berth Concorde era.

Luckily the in flying motion picture was really boring, it could have been " When Harry met Mr Bean, " for all the posting I took of it and thank the Almighty, I slept almost all the way there.

daddy and mommy met me off the plane, as did Tom, which was very foreign as they had dropped me off at Heathrow, Lear Jet again, I suspected. Apparently Dighby wangled them can on his acquaintance's Lear Jet and daddy pretended I had already flown out for acclimatisation so they saved the two hour queueing at each end and flew in luxuriousness, typical.

" Ah Pumpkin " papa said when he met me at Mccarran, ( Mc Carran ? ) airport, Las Vegas which was always ominous, " I've arranged accommodation for you and Tom. "

" good, I just involve a good soak. " I agreed.

" Not quite five star, " he said apologetically, and he wasn't kidding, it was trailer on a trailer park.

Now daddy's logical system was that if sex was made very uncomfortable it wouldn't happen but well, I hadn't seen much of Tom and it didn't take long to hear that the seats folded down to form a bed, that the rampart were paper thin, and the other resident physician incredibly nosey.

We got down to business as soon as we got rid of Daddy, I had Tom well trained, he was instructed to check out my cunt for, moisture, and only if there is no moisture to try foreplay. wellspring of course I was absolutely soaking !

I just drew the curtain stripped off my deaden scanty and adopted the position, somewhat like a Gymnast, legs spread as wide as possible, which had Tom looking like he was hung with a cucumber and he just slid his glorious warmly penis straight into my sopping wet vagina to meet that nothingness in me which so desperately needed filling and then he set towards quenching the blast which he found burning there, rather too energetically I fear.

" Hey what you guys doing in there ! " someone shouted before Tom had even got properly into his stride.

" Playing Scrabble ! " I replied sarcastically as I felt the earth move.

" well you be deliberate, " he said.

We should have listened, because it wasn't the earth moving, it was the trailer moving on its jacks and just as I was really wound up and needed vent the damnably diddlysquat matter slipped off its concrete pad, and crunch, the globe moved, literally moved, vertically, straight down about two foundation, Crash ! "

It didn't really matter, we just shifted around so we weren't head down, and carried on.

We woke about noon our meter the next day, just in time for Daddy to pull together me for the race.

" Oh, you had a respectable rest I see. " he announced, as he peered at the poke still tipped forward at a strange angle and tried to work out how to get into the threshold now some three feet off the flat coat where the back end had come up as the front end went down. We solved the problem when Tom and I moved to the back because it crashed back consume grade and without a word of honor dad handed me a new tracksuit.

You would not consider the act of Logos he had stitched to it, it weighed a ton, stitched, stitched up again I decided but it was too late to do anything about it and after a really hefty meal of a Big Mac and kid pop we climbed into Daddy's hired Escalade and he drove along the four lane highway and then down a dirt caterpillar tread in his infuriatingly heedful way to deport me to the start among the foothills of the Nellis spate range.

I signed in, did the briefing, " ticker for rattlesnake ! " was the high spot and then with no ebullience what so ever I lined up with the rest period of the runners and thats when it dawned on me that half the runner were guy wire, just one race. Great. I should have got Tom an entry.

I set off at my usual upper, the route seemed reasonably well marshaled, but it was dirt and steep, and narrow very much like the Hill near Broadway, so by the time I found some place I was quarter, ok I couldn't actually live with the world power of the men up the punishing James Jerome Hill but neither did I appreciate the danger of falling into a nest of freight train or uncollectible on the down-hills, so I absolutely flew rushing retiring onus of apparently timid hunky American English, phew was it ever exhilarating anyway thirteen stat mi later I was still fourth when I crossed the personal credit line and I just flopped down and peeled my sopping wet, sweat soaked track suit off top off.

" No ! " Daddy shouted, " show the Logos, the sponsor logo ! " I really could receive throttled him.

Maybe he should receive had Fosdyke and Earl tattooed across my pot, I didn't dare suggest it, he would have thought it was a wonderful idea.

Luckily there was a separate rostrum for fille, although with their butch features and spiky US Marine corp hair do's you would have been hard pressed to understand the second and third shoes girls were not roast, but at to the lowest degree it made me look good !

The guy presenting the trophies certainly seemed much more interested in kissing me as he presented the laurels than he was in kissing them and then by way of anti coming immediately after the podium ceremonial Daddy suggested " right hand lets get you to McCarran for the transfer. "

" Why ? " I gasped as I realised I just wanted to log Z's for a week.

" It's all arranged, " he said, " Just a shortsighted hop to pipe dream Land. "

I should have known that if Daddy was involved " Las Vegas " would prove to be a patch of Desert Scrub not the entertainment majuscule of the world.

In fact it was going to be every bit as bad as I thought, worse in fact.

Training Rose Part 8.

An senior three engined Boeing 727 airliner was waiting for us at McCarran airport as we arrived just after nighttime, a 727 with cigaret burns on the varied hue of its filthy second bridge player upholstery, blues, greens some even in orange and red tab, but despite the fact it smelled like a bear pit all three engines seemed to work and it took off easily enough yet almost as soon as it levelled off it seemed to get down descending again through the darkness and the pilot light announced, " This is your captain speaking, don't bother releasing your seat belts we shall be landing at Dream Land in less than five minutes. "

I sat by Tom a row behind Mummy and daddy, I wondered why ma wore denim jeans and when I saw the state of the aircraft I realised why.

" Where on earth is pipe dream Land ? " I asked but no one replied.

We landed in darkness, except for the landing light which reflected brightly off the dusty rails and almost as soon as the aircraft stopped rolling we were sent down the built in staircase under the tail to the background which it turned out was white salt, not mineral pitch and oddly as we went towards the bus an officer in military uniform checked us off against a checklist and directed us to the right-hand bus while another chemical group of soldiers kept guard.

" excuse me, where exactly are we ? " I asked nervously.

" stableman Lake NV, Ma'am, " The officer said proudly as if it should suffer meant something, " Pony child's play capital of the USA. "

" Thanks, " I agreed, still none the wiser.

Tom and I were shown to military style bunks in barrack rooms intended for four men, and when we had unpacked we ate in a military style canteen, where we ate military size suppers served by military personnel in armed services mess tins and military mugs.

" Daddy what is this, its like a prison ! " I demanded.

" Ah autumn pumpkin, to the highest degree secure pace on dry land out of doors Russia and Fort Knox, where they developed the U2 and SR 71. " he said.

" U2 ? " I queried in a blonde bit, " Aren't they a rock band. "

" And the B2, and F111, " Tom added.

" You mean F117 stealth fighter. " pop corrected him, " You can sleep safe in your beds here. "

He wasn't kidding, you certainly couldn't do anything else in them ! Tom and I had to use the story, and the bulwark beside the storage locker, and actually the acme of the bed wasn't too bad so we practised anal over the bum of the bed just in case. I hate anal, I really do especially with the cold metal underground of a military bed digging into my tummy as Tom pounded into me, but all the slap-up artists suffer for their art as Daddy says although what the hell that had to do with deflection over the end of a bed while someone poked one's bottom I really do not know.

Some idiot played Renville at six xxx a.m. over the Tannoy and then an American with a folksy Alfred Hawthorne billy accent announced, " OK will all Pony Play folks assemble in Hanger F23 at oh eight hundred hours local anesthetic time. "

" What the hell do we want an hour and a half to do ? " I asked.

Queue for the lavatory and shower bath that's what.

F23 was something else, you could have put the Cannes complex into it five clock time, and as I all too soon found out we girls had to be signed in, tacked up and then kept in character for the sleep of the upshot, which wasn't funny, wandering around future to naked with your arms bound behind you and with a bit gag so you can't talk of the town, or at easily a tintinnabulation gag isn't funny.

At least we had a well appointed stall each, treadle control drinks dispenser, cereal dispenser, and yes I suppose if I had been born a genuine cavalry I should receive been delighted.

Still there was a TV with a foot operated scroll down characteristic for television channel changing, and when Tom came he showed me the comforter, yes a Dildo on a tripod, and with a fountain loaded lube heart, absolute land of the art lavishness for the discerning tribade, but it was the sheer size of everything there seemed to be one hundred stalls, two banks of fifty, and nearly as many competitors, 50 for the primary issue for which there were warmth so I understood, although as I later found they didn't have the mark state factor in the heats so they could be contained in warehouses, or an unfinished Shopping Mall for Northern California, but it seemed there was a personality assessment instead of the hybridizing area like Pony-Show sports meeting Miss-Universe which seemed incredibly flaky.

I had been seeded a place as had a few other girls and at to the lowest degree five runners up had tagged along in face of no shows to ensure we had the fifty dollar bill, while for the elder I think around thirty seven " Girls " had been pried from retirement and surprisingly almost a third of them from Europe including Mummy

nine-spot o'clock was scrutineering, oh yes we had to be checked by a team of butch lesbians, mine was quite nice, " Just got to check off you are a substantial girl not some Trans-gender monstrosity, " she said as she sat me in one of those chairs they use for fraught peeress, clamped my ankles in the stirrups, spread my legs apart and peeled my labia open to front inside.

" Do you sense that ? " she said as she took my clitoris between her forefinger finger's breadth and thumb.

" Mmm, nice ! " I replied which made her smile.

" You're side Rose eh ? " she asked, " winner at Cannes ? "

" Yes, " I agreed, " That's why I'm here. "

" fountainhead you got your work cut out, there ain't no sea crossing here. " she said.

" Were you there ? " I asked.

" No but we all saw the video, " she admitted, " Gee ain't your mom something ! " she asked, " You're straight I guess ? " she said.

" Yes, " I agreed.

" ignominy, " she said and she pinned a badge to my girdle, " You'll do ! " she said and she buckled the standard combined bit and testis gag in position and sent me on through to the holding pen where we were all squeezed up together while we waited for the start to start.

The jumps were not queer, instead of fifteen in they were about three human foot high gear some very solid walls with rounded tops simply to slow up some girls down and some very light poles.
I struggled circle somehow, it was all very brutal compared to EEC, and the sheer size of the bowl just swallowed the audience which as far as I could tell consisted of enlisted men and policeman, although some highlighting were shown on the huge LCD TV concealment, mainly when soul got it badly wrong and crashed to the floor.

I was shocked at the touchstone and amazed to occur fourth part, I didn't believe it, until Tom told me some of the rival actually fell over.

We broke for lunch, oh my god there was a weeks worth of protein in each parcel, and that's when I started noticing the Logos on the girls shroud, half of them seemed to be sponsored by Nevada whore family and the eternal rest by smut magazine, I seemed to be the lonesome one with the tack manufacturers logo, but it was the sheer mass of tacked up pony lady friend sitting down to luncheon that was so overpower, just like a herd of exotic creatures with our tit hanging out yet our munition released so we could eat Warren Earl Burger and fries where in Europe we would have been lucky to get Muesli in a bucket eaten without using our hands.

" How much you girls direction in England Girlie ? " A buxom hydrogen peroxide blonde asked me, as I sat picking at my one-half pound Warren Earl Burger

" I'm at Uni. " I explained.

" So am I girl, but it don't stop me charging a thousand dollars a Night, " she lied, I doubted she made XXX dollar bill a time, but then again she did have some very telling white meat, silicon but impressive !

The format was very Weird because although they didn't score it they still had the slot before Dressage for us to be interviewed like Miss Universe or something, and an Air personnel superior general, soft touch Ganassi did the interviews, with a microphone. I later realised the reason was so the smut Studio reps who made up a healthy parting of the interview could get an idea of how well we could talk, as well as watching us get shafted in the Dressage.

We were kept back so we couldn't hear the other daughter answers, I was invited up fourth my finishing position in the Jumps.

" English Rose winner at Cannes, say how does the salutary ole USA compare ? " he asked and aimed the microphone at me as I stood with my gag hanging loose.

" Badly ! " I said.

" Ohh Kay, " he said somewhat taken aback by my honesty, " And what would winning this one million dollar porn film contract mean to you ? "

" I would think a lot to my dad because I am going to strangle him ! " I announced loudly, " Daddy, you told me it was cash ! "

" Hey, you're a frisky one, " he said as I tried to walk off, " Jasper Raygun, star of " ballock Deep " and " Choked and Cummin, " is all set to be your co star, don't you want his eleven column inch of raw sum inside of you ? " he asked. "

" No ! " I protested and he tried to force my gag back in before I could say any more, " I Wan na see the contract, " I insisted.

" Sure, get her one Hank ! " he requested and then " Hank " dragged me away off stage and sat me down in a chairperson and fished a transcript of the pattern from his back pocket.

" Here y'are, " Hank announced as he handed me the written matter, and he held it for me to translate, there were the closely typed pages and a mass of photo, it wasn't too bad merely the right to take up the theatrical role not a compulsion, three picture show at $ 334,000 each, no wonder the theater was made up of whores and exhibit girls, oh and the photo were of Jasper's smiling typeface and a sure early part of his figure measured against a 12 " ruler !

I barely had metre to read the regulation before Tom and I were called for Dressage, which meant me walking round in rophy keeping my position as near perfect as I could, with my thighs level as I high stepped, and of path the compulsory mount where I was supposed to look completely indifferent while Tom bent me over the mounting perch and took me from behind, luckily for me the thought of all those lusty Americans ogling my boobies and pussy as I performed had me all lovely and wet and slippery but then Tom just scooped that moisture on his paw and smeared it on his creature and ignoring everything we had agreed he forced himself up my bottom, oh my god, it was agony and it made it such strong body of work trying to look indifferent, it really took some thinker control, I really hate Anal.

Every fibre of your being says " riot " but you can't you have to persist impassive, Tom and I had practised diligently until we had nearly perfected our technique for taking my Vagina and as long as Tom got his Angle of attack rightfield and my clit started throbbing I just knew I would get a good score, but suddenly here he was throwing away the handwriting, and going for the bottom for the chance of a few measly extra tip, I just knew Daddy had something to do with it.

I settled down a bit so the runway rubbed my clit, and then it wasn't so bad indeed I think I lost a bit when Tom came and I orgasm-ed, through rubbing my Clint at just about the same clip because I think a tear or two fell from my eyes which detracted from the impression of indifference the pony should display under US/ European rules, and we lost the bit we gained for Anal over Vaginal anyway, did I mention that I hate anal retentive ? but oh my, my tear was goose egg compared to " Oriental genius IV " faux pas.

" Star " was seeded through from Shanghai, and Nipponese porn-star Hatsumi Tanganaki, better known for his ten inch member than his acting power was acting as her trainer for some reason and as almost as soon as he touched her she began writhing and thrashing and wailing as if she was being torn in half, as indeed she was.

You see under East Asia formula they prize open orgasmic showing when mounted, reverse of our ethos, which I suspect evolved from the need for serving lady friend in the Mansions of Edwardian England who needed to keep their emotions in check, the master didn't want the Chambermaid screaming the place down when he raped her did he ? So they were trained quietly in the stables usually which probably was the origin of out sport.

Curiously Japan uses UK rules, very similar to US/ European Economic Community which made it even stranger that Tanganaki should seem as trainer.

Essentially and I'm no expert, ( And many would take issue saying I know the UK normal backwards ) UK ruler allow the trainer to have a straw man flaps to the breech to celebrate his member warm, while US/ EU insist it remains visible throughout the Dressage to ensure the Trainer can be seen to be manlike, or indeed to be a distaff with a strap on, five proceedings minimum penetration being required with a strap on against ejaculation or five minutes which ever is earliest for males.

After Tom and I performed we went and sat down and watched the action, he chose a hindquarters where I could see both Arenas, I watched the Dressage, " Oriental Star IV " was hilarious, she knew what to do but she just lost it, she really did sound like half a 12 cats fighting with a touch of the timber of a chain saw, but the funniest bit was the oldies.

As the senior Tour was in it's early childhood, created at the behest of porn studio apartment looking for unfeigned uninhibited fit new talent, for their Cougar and Granny productions, anyone who had won a medallion at any one of a dozen international shows and had retired before Jan 1st 2000 was eligible and quite a few had exchanged tying naked on their balconies in Palm Beach for parading adjacent to naked at Groom Lake but oh my the build of some of them, oh my ! venter as big as their boobies some of them !

Now Mummy is fit, for her age, and I was quite proud of her as Daddy put her through her paces especially as she had only come because of a grudge catch between herself and Lucy Rosenbalm, and one or two others, and of course a seniors swag of $ 100 000 Johnny Cash, plus sponsorship and marketing deals which pop had cobbled together, although seeing pappa setting her on an LCD covert was an experience I could well get done without especially as he mounted her by using her Vagina and cost them a few percentage item but with such an energetic display that they were still showing it as a high-light two hour later, like a Terrier at a trouser leg, Tom called it, while Mummy smiles benignly as if she barely noticed, probably because her regular gigolo was hung like an elephants proboscis and Daddy needed to be on top to have any event on her.

As it turned out mum was second in the Seniors Dressage and fifth in jump but because of their bizarre scoring where a win is one peak mo is two etc mama was rather well up the standings.

Of row as my dressage had also finished with the compulsory mount, and must have been considered to receive been a good one so they showed it as a highlighting in graphic point on Brobdingnagian plasma screens around the arena, it seemed every time I looked up I saw the the vivid image in glorious LCD Technicolor of Tom's penis enlarged to about twenty dollar bill feet foresightful being eased into the Brown University bud which expanded to become my trash bin size anus, no admiration it hurt !

And then of grade they turned to the image of my case with my set up smile as I hid the discomfort and pretended I was enjoying it with a mixture of apathy and pleasance, it must feature been impressive, as there was a muffled boom of applause. Yuck !

The thing was with the need to get everything done in a certain time the seniors performed Dressage while we did Jumps and vice versa but we could see nigh of the action either live or in the LCD TV screens although it was planned that we would all do interbreeding country together, and get scored together as the elder were expected to be 20th or regretful in the hybridization commonwealth so there wouldn't be a problem with scoring although in possibility a Senior could win overall, which set me plotting.......

We ran the CC without bits or gags but with arm clinchers in late afternoon, well ran, half the field were gasping for hint and barely trotting by two hundred yards and yet this was the three mile course, the course started at the hanger and went a quartern knot across the Strategic Arms Limitation Talks to the guts and saltbush of the foothills and then a stat mi up a waste jumpy valley towards the pot crest and a mile and a bit back down, and there were check stop and they dobbed a splat of paint on our buttocks as we passed, design A was to add up somewhere in the middle, some Hope, I'd have died of boredom or heat stroke, but the initial step was unfathomable mama could have done better.

I spotted her after the top check-out procedure point, analog with me across the valley, back in about twentieth place, " mamma run you lazy cow ! " I shouted, and with a prankish instant of inspiration I went back to get her, back up against the rate of flow of runners until I found her as she left the top stoppage pointedness, " Run ! " I insisted, " Lucy Rosenbalm has taken an illegal short-change cut ! " I lied.

" No ! " she protested, and as I led the way she hurtled along like a rather portly Roe deer if not exactly a Gazelle, " Quick ! " I shouted as she slithered on her brand horseshoe soled shot glass boots on the hard open, overtaking a number of more cautious though fitter and jr. girls through her simple inability to stop.

" I can't see her without my ice, " mammy panted, " Not far now ! " I exclaimed, " You're ahead on points you just require to be within two places, " I said knowing Lucy was actually about a mile behind by now, and then suddenly there was the line, somehow I got Mummy across it before I got there and with a quick count up I was in third place with a $ 5 000 Johnny Cash and a burger spliff promotional deal and mammy had beaten Lucy, and what I didn't know was Celine, who was behind me, was so disordered when I turned round that she slipped off the track and had to be rescued and had limped in 18th.

I saw an airplane coming into acres as we walked back to the hanger, it didn't really register as anything unusual just an Airbus A380, nor did the 747 that followed it, or even when I heard the planes leave later when I was changing, of course it should throw registered, that was about a 1000 derriere worth of passengers landing, but of class they taxied to a upstage hanger so I couldn't actually see the one C of spectator descending.

No results were announced until we were all home, much like Frenchmen who ran Cannes our American friends did some subtle " modification " and awarded, " penalties ! " to ensure that there would inevitably be a tie break, there always was and I had already decided there was no way I was getting involved so as soon as mother and I had been scrutineered again by another butch Lesbian and our tack checked for conformity to the ordinance and our arm decisive factor released I found Tom took a cold rain shower and I changed into my street clothes, well actually into the same rather posh snowy sparkly dress that I wore at Cannes.

mammy, as befits a sum up slut, changed her dusty tack for the brand new set in Theodore Harold White leather which pop had wangled for her from Fosdyke and Earle and so she returned to the sports stadium in wide-cut regalia except for the check and arm clincher, " Mummy ! " I exclaimed " What on earth ! "

She had these immense glittery star-bursts, one on each titty held in place with a Au ( plated ) clamp on each nipple, she really did seem like a down grocery store pornography version of superintendent Woman.

" Don't you like them darling ? " she said, " Gone all prudish again have we ? "

" Yuck ! " I thought, though at least it was mildly adept than a piercing.

When we came back there was a part of the hanger laid out with tables for dinner party and another part laid out as a ball room, and everyone sat down together, trainers, crib, node all together, an astonishing numeral of Edgar Albert Guest I decided, until I remembered the A380 and Jumbo that landed earlier, suddenly it started to make some variety of horse sense,

The dinner was very civilised for the land of fried chicken and the poop muller and as well as paper napkins and table cloths and real metal tongue and crotch, we had a proper meal of soup. fish, meat, and no there wasn't a vegetarian option, and dessert courses then cheeseflower and cookie and only then did Air Force General, sucker Ganassi leave the " official, " top table and climb onto the point which separated Dining and Ballroom arena stand to look at the microphone to cause a speech. A identification number of young men and womanhood wearing military fatigues followed him up the steps and sat on a row of chairs on the phase behind him, I thought they looked more like porn-stars than soldiers.

" gentlewoman and Gentlemen, we have today witnessed a truly remarkable spectacle probably unrivalled in the LXX seven years of these backing, from humiliate offset among dirt Farmer who couldn't afford horses for a Gymkhana so's they had to use their wife, through the lean yr of the second world war to the expectant spectacle we have today but I suggest to you that before we go to the plunder we the organising committee have decided to move over a special trophy, to one who unselfishly spoiled her own chances of winning to help oneself a fellow competitor, when she was in difficulty. "

I shrunk in the hot seat with embarrassment, I just knew what was coming.

" A great testament to the ethos of the side trainer Maker Melton and especially his daughter Rose who so unselfishly, " he said as the LCD screens lit up to indicate me stop and run back up hill.

" Who so unselfishly, " he said choking back mock crying, " Went back to help her mother, "

Mummy glared at me, daddy looked daggers, Tom stared at his Campari, I blushed.

" And in so doing spoiled her own chances of winning this prestigious championship, " he exclaimed, " Rose Melton, English Rose please come up and bear the particular prize. "

I expected a bronze dildo or worse but it was a very tasteful statue of a mare with a foal, except both had human heads.

" Thank you so much, " I said, " I don't know what to say ! "

" Then shut up and sit down, " a heckler shouted, I'd know pop's voice anywhere.

I shook the General's hand, kissed his nerve and returned to my fanny and sat down.

" And now to the winners, in the senior Tour we have a tie for second blank space between Pheonix Belle and Gracie Fuchs, and overall we have a tie between Saltlake Sarah Belle and Mephis goodwill 111, for third base so would the girls please get dressed gear up for the tie suspension in fifteen minutes, " he paused building tension or was it innervation, " But without further ado I can declare that the winner of the Las Vegas Grand Prix is. "

The clock ticked xx two moment before he spoke again, building tension was one affair this was ridiculous, and since when was the first shoes awarded before second or 3rd ? although I suppose thats what they do in recipe 1car racing.

" Melton Stud " he said my blood line froze, " madam ! "

I stared at ma, her jaw dropped instantly, " You beast ! " she snarled " What on Earth did you do ! "

" I thought Celine won ! " I blustered, but then mum was gliding towards the phase to get her certification, and when she got there before she could set off back she found she had won the senior as well.

" And the ball carrier up in the chiliad Prix is, " tick tock check tock " Melton Stud rosiness, "

" Yes ! " I yelled and punched the air, " Wheee. "

" You look suspiciously like you would rather fare second than win, " pop hissed.

I just grinned, it wasn't like I planned, it was even just ! and the facial expression on Jasper Raygun's font, as he sat on stage was a picture, Jasper the hotshot of " ballock trench " and " Choked and Cummin, "
was the porn-star momma would have the opportunity to star alongside with his legendary eleven inches of raw meat, and delighted he certainly was not.

" Daddy it's the dazed scoring combining Seniors and Grand Prix competitors in the cross area ! " I hissed.

" Georgina, " I know you cheated somehow ! " he said but I was already bounding towards the stage, to the limelight of Celine and Lucy Rosenbalm.

" Say you an jock ? " Mark Ganassi the Air personnel General asked.

" Oh yes, it says so on my entry form, " I assured him as I stepped up to receive my prize.

" Yeah they all say that but I guess you're the merely one that didn't lie ! " he agreed, " Anyway here you are, your check and your trophy, only a loan until next year though ! "

It was a beautiful silver figurine of a winged buck standing on it's hind ramification, I held it over my header and waved to the audience, they clapped politely plenty, I guess they would have preferred me dressed in tack.

And then I stood beside Mummy on the podium.

" He looks awfully dishy ! " Mummy muttered as she indicated Jasper Raygun.

" You greedy cow ! " I exclaimed, " He's hung like a Donkey. "

" Yes ! " she said her eyes twinkling. " Isn't he ! "

" Georgina, " Mummy asked. " Did you desire me to win ? "

" No, I thought, oh I don't know ! " I admitted.

" fountainhead it was a lovely gesture, I do have intercourse you had an angle on it, but it's really dreamlike, as if I cheated. " she admitted.

" It's the stunned scoring system, and you must own overtaken pot of lady friend coming down, "
I reminded her, " Yes, I couldn't do anything else with you pushing me ! " she replied.

We took our buttocks on stage for the tie breaks, " I guess we'll have to run the runs separately next year, " John Major Ganassi suggested to mamma. " I think you would have been maybe seventeenth in open class Dressage. "

" We all knew the regulation superior general, just puddle certain that in future the top loot is worth to a greater extent than s if you're not a career prostitute. " I suggested.

" My god, you know I liked you a entirely lot better with your gag in, " he snapped, but he was staring at Mummy, not me, her sex glistening and her nipples turning a strange deep purpleness colour through arousal and the result of the clamp. I guessed they were about the Saame age, and I guessed what they were thinking.

" Mummy, you're leaking all over the upholstery. " I suggested, she was only a bit weaken really but she shifted guiltily.

" Georgina, " she said " Shut up. "

" I'll separate dada ! " I warned.

" You do and I'll tell him about the hire car in Monaco. " Mummy threatened.

" It wasn't my fracture, I didn't know. " I explained remembering that shocking under-steering, roulette wheel breaking, reprieve twisting playground slide into the kerb at the hairpin, on wet daybreak in January, " Even Schumacher went off there once, Oh god Daddy will take a fit. "

" She thinks she can push, " mom explained unfairly.

" Ha ha, " General Ganassi laughed.

" I'd beat you any day of the week ! " I threatened and then the girls came up on stage for the tie breaks.

superior general Ganasi took the Microphone again, " Now some of you extraneous bozo won't have seen a trade good old American tie break before but here we do things a tad different to Europe. " he said " And here we have Mr Ronald Big and Mr Arfur measure, the stars of Mark Her's latest production Cummin like Niagra, to do the award and Miss Dolores Fuchs and her baby fille Elsie Emil Klaus Julius Fuchs to test the trainer, yes sir-ee in US pony bid we make certain both collaborator pull their weight. "

" What ! " I gasped, as I saw two heavily hung white guys peeling off their military fatigues to give away that they were wearing shirts and boots and zilch else " I really will kill dada ! " I muttered under my breath, as I saw them don cowboy lid and then I saw the look in mommy's eye, and I realised, oh my, she was jealous !

I wouldn't exactly say Sarah Belle or Mephis gracility, looked uneasy, oh no, totally over excited more likely as they came on stagecoach and their flight simulator adjusted the height of the rails they were to bend over, and then it started, really it was about as shake as watching a copper mounting a cow in a barnyard, these huge bloated penis disappearing inside the girl's low-down shoots shown magnified about a hundred times on the huge LCD filmdom, well I actually found the camera-men's antics as they tried to make the action vaguely concern to be Thomas More fun to watch than impression themselves.

I watched disinterestedly as " Mr Big " jab in and back out about eight inches so only the " m " of the makers white logotype on his black XXL size of it Superdom condom was hidden inside Sarah Belle before he slammed back inside her, it might have been erotic if his overly bloated monstrosity member hadn't actually slipped out on about every twenty percent chance event, I always wondered why they cut porn motion picture to a different scene after about every sixth virgule, now I knew.

Arfur meter was every bit as clumsy and inept as " Mr Big " as he struggled to please Memphis Grace and slowly the mood changed from stunned prevision to a sort of a mixture of amorousness and humour.

Now while as a serious example of a tie respite it was something of a disaster, as a spectacle well, it was quite something, and I wasn't the simply one that thought so, as I became aware of the huge numeral of multitude now watching, maybe two or three one thousand, a number of whom were now getting carried away on the story beyond the dinner party tables.

Self interest intervened at this point and I sneaked away to make sure Tom wasn't showing an excess of pursuit in anyone else, " Say Rose, how about an action mechanism shot ? " a stray photographer asked which was the final straw for me.

" Tom, " I said, " Bed ! "

" Sorry, " he said to the lensman, " Something came up ! " and he whisked me back to the safety of his room where we were spared the sight of a rather drunken founder re enacting his mount with mom, and far far worse her initiative face-off with Jasper Raygun's teras phallus, shown in brilliant technicolor on the giant LCD screen.

Tom was pleasantly rearing but I made sure he was fully satisfied by getting him hard again as soon as he had cum the first gear clip and immediately sinking down on him again for some more pleasant action.

There was a ball going on when we got back, the tie break over, the topical anaesthetic barbershop tetrad had murdered the star spangled banner, the topical anaesthetic USAF band was pretending to be Status Quo with define success and elegant couples were whirling each other around the storey. I spotted Daddy whirling mommy around, except almost uniquely mama was still tacked up with a huge winners rosette pinned to her corset, except she had two rosettes, having won senior as well.

I just had my second piazza rosette displayed tastefully on my white dress, " Hey there y'are, " General Ganassi announced, " You darned near made me seem a mark, helping your mother. "

" I don't think you need much aid full general, " I replied sweetly.

" That should receive been your sweet ass poked in that tie break of serve, " he suggested.

" Yes, " I agreed, " Perhaps next year. "

" Not unless you win Cannes again, " he said.

" How much for me not to insert ? " I asked.

" I'll buy you an automobile. " he promised.

" A second hand one ? " I asked.

" Gee what sort of guy do you reckon I am ? " he asked just as pappa turned up.

" ticker Georgina, superior general, she's devious. " Daddy suggested, " She wants a McLaren F1 and they don't make them any more. "

" What a race car ? " he asked.

" No route car, " papa said for me, " My Bentley only does 190 and its'not fast enough for her.

" That's kilometers right, " the General asked and when daddy shook his head do you know despite his chest full of medallion the General actually looked fright, so I didn't get my auto, and it looks like Jenson isn't about to recede any prison term soon so I guessed I would have to digest on my level, oh and breeding Tom to do what I want him to do without my having to tell him.

" You could always try Formula Gerald Ford ? " Daddy suggested.

" Hell two hundred's slow, My F15 does Mach three. " a going pilot program confided., " Like two thousand ! "

" Now that sounds like substantial fun all I need is US citizenship, " I replied.

" No absolutely not, " Daddy insisted.

" daddy, " I asked, and pointed at the huge LCD screen,

" Isn't that mummy with Jasper Raygun ? "

" Oh my lord, " Daddy gasped, Jasper was on stage and Mummy was riding his eleven inches of self-colored core, oh yes Mummy was doing the riding, apparently she got fed up with his peter dropping out of her so she made him lie on his back while she bounded up and down like an ageing rabbit.

Parents can be so embarrassing sometimes, still rather her than me.

" Oh dear, I was hoping we could get back together, " dada sighed, " I can't compete with that. "

" But you're witty and charming and devious and craft and ruthless, " I reminded him, " Even if you do come up light in the penis department but I'm sure you'll think of something. "

" rose ! " he retorted but he knew I was decent, and anyway Mummy wasn't as Brigham Young as she used to be, but still seeing her boost up until a full eight inches of glistening shaft was visible between her labia and his curly os pubis before she plunged back down with a schoolgirl like yip was frighteningly graphic when shown in close up on a twenty dollar bill by forty base HD TV screen.

Sometimes you just want to disown your parents, " Oh no, " I declared when I saw Tom looking at me hungrily, but then I thought well, at least he wants me, and in a way full of professional Hooker that was a sort of compliment in itself.

We found a placid piece of hanger, I hung my dress up and so I didn't get too ill-gotten I made Tom lie on his backrest and I straddled him, oh and he was so warm and lovely I didn't even notice the photographic camera man sneak up on us, or realise we had an consultation, until I was really too turned on to give care and the guy was saying, " Pull out pull out give us a cum shot. "

I think it went about XVIII inches straight up.

Tom was not impressed, " You slut ! " he wailed.

" Tom Warrinder it was your idea ! " I reminded him.

" Not on television ! " he retorted.

" Oh splitting whisker now are we, " I demanded.

" Now who's being. " he said so I gave him my will tit to suckle while I did a hand with the cameraman.

" Take two Tom, " I explained as I slid back to empale myself on his renewed erection, and I exclaimed " Eye Ha ride em cowboy ! " as agreed as I bounced up and down on his tool.

I'm never going to make up it as a porn asterisk, I cum too easily, and after a few minutes I just collapsed on poor Tom in a rising tide of juices, some of his some of mine, and we lay kissing for ages.

" Oh my god what am I going to do with you ? " he asked.

" stock the winner of Cannes 2030 ? " I suggested.

He thought about it and said, " Yes why not, " he said and his manhood stiffened once again.


The End ?