From: mtmozart@aol.com (Mt Mozart) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Robin, Young Female Coed > Ponygirl Date: 9 Jun 1994 00:02:01 -0400 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Message-ID: <2t647p$2rv@search01.news.aol.com> //archive-dir: asb/stories //archive-name: robin.ponygirl //author: mtmozart@aol.com (Mt Mozart) /* Parts 1 and 2 are missing; ** maybe I'll find them some day... ** kmb@cameron.north.de */ Part 3 (Fiction/Fantasy) Robin Between the Shafts Part Three After half an hour of pulling the carriage Robin was sweating runnels. No longer resisting, she found that this bizarre role of pony girl wasn't as hard as she at first feared. The carriage she pulled was well so well designed that once in motion it required little effort to keep it moving. Scarlet lines criss-crossed her rear cheeks and the backs of her thighs. But most of that had been earned in the first 10 minutes of her ordeal. Once she learned to pull her driver at the pace he required, his crop ceased punishing of her hindquarters. Quickly too, she had learned to respond to the subtle jerks of her driver's reins. Attached to her bridle, a slight pull to the left or right would be enough to pull her head to the desired direction. Her pumping thighs and the carriage would soon follow. When she was required to pick up the pace, she could feel the leather snap on her back. A slow firm pull back, often together with the admonition "Whoa!" would be her signal to slow her pace or stop. Over and over again she was put thru these simple paces. Robin was proud of her ability to learn this strange and arcane discipline. At once point her driver stopped and got out to survey her predicament. He smiled approvingly at her nakedness, tapping her here and there with the butt of his leather crop. Robin could not bear to look the man in the eye. Shed felt ashamed but also knew, instinctively, the man would like her better that way, with her eyes averted. Suddenly he reached below her and grabbed one of her nipples. The pressure on the pink nub caused the girl to groan. "I'll bet these are beginning to hurt," Max said with some gentleness as he massaged the girl's hanging breasts. In fact, Robin's teats had become rather tender bouncing around beneath her as she ran. She had been so caught up in her emotions she had hardly noticed her discomfort. She shook her head up and down in an affirmative response. The clips of her bridle and reins and clicked noisily Max laughed at her horsey demeanor "Quite the pony girl, eh? Well I suspected those babies would cause you some trouble. Well I have just the something that'll ease their pain." Robin could hear the man behind her rummaging around in the carriage. When he returned he began massaging a cool lotion on her breasts, kneading them. It felt good. As he reached down to scoop another dollop onto his hands she saw, with astonishment the label on the can. "Udder Cream" it read. Robin closed her eyes under the man's thick fingered tit rub. A strange shudder overcame the girl. Again her thoughts raced; They were making her into an animal! She wondered at her own sanity, agreeing to such an ordeal, all for the love of a man. With some reluctance Max stopped rubbing the cream into the girl's breasts. He grinned at the hanging globes, glistening and greased. He saw too the redness of the Robin's face. H e knew this was becoming a deeply psychological afternoon. Max rubbed the excess cream on the girl's scarlet rump, playing idly with her sex as he did so. A few extra fingers of cream was deemed necessary, slicking up the smooth rear curves of the girl. Then he encased each tit in an elastic fishnet bra, open enough to see the pony girl's charms but enough support to prevent any unnecessary discomfort. Picking up the reins and sitting back in the Max had only to click his tongue and his young coed filly began to pull the carriage. A certain straining urgency was in her step as the driver's crop splatted against her oiled rear. Driver carriage and naked girl became one as they headed back to the farm. Robin panted wide eyed while Max smiled. To be continued.... ******************************************************* (Fiction/Fantasy) Robin Between the Shafts Part Four The continuing fictional story of Robin, who willingly undergoes a strange training for the love of Jim. It was uphill the last leg of the journey home. Although Robin kept herself physically fit with her aerobic classess, she was beginning to show the strain of pulling this carriage/driver assemblage. Sweat ran down her temples and spit dribbled out of her bit gag onto her breasts and stomach. Max found it necessary to give her repeated encouragements to keep the pace as they climbed that last hill. Clicking his tongue, snapping the reins and smacking her bottom and legs he had spurred his 22 year old human pony into a final fast gallop. As she pulled the carriage through the gate, she caught a glimpse of a group of men watching her. Robins face was scarlet as she blushed. She shook her head pony fashion and tried not to look at them. "There she is!" she heard a voice say. It was a voice she recognized! It was her beloved Jim. She shook with excitement, embarrassment and delight. But her attempts to see her lover were quashed by Max's firm hand on her reins. The crop smacked sharply on her tender rear cheeks bringing her back to the matter at hand. "You'll see your Master soon enough," Max laughed, "After we clean you up. Now get your sweaty ass into the barn!" Robin didn't wait for another reminder from the driver's crop, she quickly trotted into the open barn. Pony girl and carriage were met by two young darkly tanned grooms. As she entered the barn they came forward and held her reins as Max stepped out. Robin could feel the weight shift on the shafts but the grooms prevented her from turning her head. "Clean this one up," Max ordered as he cupped a rear cheek, "And she's new so use the heavy brush on her so she gets the idea. Then bring her inside." The two grooms said nothing but they began to unfasten her from the carriage. Soon Robin was standing . "What a relief!" she thought as she continued to catch her breath and take inventory. She was covered in spit and sweat and road dust stuck to her wherever Max has spread oil on her. The burning pain of her hindquarters claimed her attention now that she wasn't running. But as Robin turned her head back to see herself one of the grooms snapped at the reins. Quickly her head was pulled around to face him. He smiled at her knowingly and reaching forward swiftly ripped the riding bra from her. Again Robin's fat breasts bounced free. The other man had fastened her hands together and was pulling her towards a shallow stall ahead of her. Her hands and bridle were tied above her, streching her almost to tip toe. The men obviously approved of her charms, she could see them grinning to each other. Then one of the grooms began to wash her down with a stiff brush and a soapy pail of water. Robin cried out as he roughly washed her sensitive areas, her breasts and her sex and especially the crop crossed nether cheeks and thighs. She shivered as they hosed her down. The cold made her nipples stand out embarrassingly erect, an situation the grooms appreciated as they took turns pinching them. Rough as they were Robin was glad to be clean. Her thoughts went out to her Jim for whon her had endured this ordeal. She remembered how he had sternly told her that that he was a "demanding lover" and how she would be expected to willingly undergo a period of "training" if she wanted to continue a relationship with him. It all sounded so exciting, and it was!