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As the four women were harnessed in place Jazzy could feel the eyes of the remaining women on them. She glanced around and thought she saw jealously in some of their looks. “Where are we going,” she wondered.
With the women wrapped in black leather bindings, their waists tied to the two-wheeled cart, Jazzy was behind Moot, and the fleshy Gwen behind Queenie. The two in front had their silver mouth pieces secure around their heads, but Gwen and Jazzy's had long straps of black leather hanging down their backs. The far door opened and in strolled the Master, behind him was Kent and Dave! Jazzy eyes grew big and she tried to buck away and hide.
The three men walked up to the buggy. “Now this new filly is a bit skittish and not broke in yet so be careful of her.” “I think we know that,” answered Dave, “after all we did bring her in.” He eyed Jazzy up and down as did Kent . “Look at the tits on her, “ Kent breathed deeply. “I want in her hole first.” “Yeah, yeah,” said Dave, “You can have the cunt's hole, you know I like Moot's tight little ass. You've been panting over Jazzy for weeks, I'm glad you finally get to bag her, but first let's take them for a run first.”
The Master groom, Jazzy's giant, gave each man a whip and the reins as they climbed into the cart. The other three girls looked forward and raised their heads. Jazzy wasn't sure what to do. She felt the sting of a whip across her ass and back and buckled from the pain. As the two men pulled on the reins in Jazzy and Gwen's mouths the other girls began prancing forward and Jazzy had no choice but to run along with them. Her head was pulled back and she could feel her pony tail swinging from side to side as their speed increased. The doors at the end of the room opened up by Deek and Sledge pushing them outward and the pony team was run out into a large yard that was fenced on three sides.
The yard was a track that ran in a large circle and consisted of dirt. In the center was an oval grassy area with old-fashioned stocks formed in a circle facing out. On one side were bleachers eight deep where men sat watching. Jazzy looked wildly over to the men and saw her boss, Dave's dad walking towards them. “This isn't happening to me!” she thought wildly. “This can't be real.” Suddenly there he was - the owner of the helicopter, the company, and now her. “Okay boy,” Mr. Rice told his son Dave, “It took you long enough to reel in this new filly now let's see her run. Don't be afraid to use that whip, the boys all want a good show.” Mr. Rice ran his hand down Jazzy's leg then snaked it up her ass crack and pushed in the plug and twisted. “Want her cranked good and deep.” She could see the large bulge in his pants from his erection as he eyed all four girls. Then he leaned down and suckled her nipples, wetting them and rubbing his crotch.
He turned and smiled at his cronies and walked off to the stands to sit and watch.
Jazzy was so embarrassed. She looked at Gwen and saw her preening for the crowd, her large white ass cheeks jiggling on purpose. Queenie was opening her legs wide and letting the men ogle her cunt lips while Moot just stood proud and tall jutting out her large titties with her two inch nipples poking out. “These women like this!” Jazzy realized in shock.
“Okay,” shouted the Master. “Let the pony show begin!”
Two whips crackled in the air hitting the women and before Jazzy knew what was happening she was trotting along behind Moot and Queenie, the whip biting her back and ass as she ran. Around and around the circle they ran, their asses shaking, the men cheering and jeering, and their pony tails flying out behind them. Kent and Dave kept hitting them with the whip to drive them on. Jazzy had never done anything so bizarre in her life. She looked down and watched the tittie weights swinging off her erect nipples and felt the cool air on her cunt lips. Every time the whip cracked over her ass she tightened her hold on the ass plug without thinking. With the four of them pulling, the cart wasn't too heavy but heavy enough for Jazzy who'd never done this before. She was glad she was in shape unlike poor Gwen who entire body quivered and shook as she ran. She could hear the men shouting at them, “wiggle that ass, jiggle those titties!”
After three laps around the yard the girls began to slow down. Jazzy could see lines red with dried and wet blood running down the women's backs in front of her. Her own back stung from the whips and she wondered if that was what her backside resembled too. As Dave and Kent slowed down the buggy they began to trot, then walk. All four women had a sheen of sweat on their bodies and were panting hard.
They stopped in front of the stocks. Was there more? “Good heavens how could there be more,” wondered Jazzy. The men climbed down from the buggy and handed their whips over to the Master. He leaned into Jazzy touching her wet back and licked at the blood. “Good job sweetheart, you're a keeper,” he whispered. “You'll get my special treat later when we're alone.”
With that said he bellowed to the two grooms, Deek and Sledge, “Get over here and get these gels into the stocks. We got men waiting!” The two rushed over and quickly undid the captives and shoved them quickly into the stocks. Now the women went bent in half, their heads and arms protruding from the stocks facing in as Deek walked around them moving their legs apart, their asses facing out from the small circle. Right behind came Sledge who took off the bindings that held in their butt plugs. What they didn't take out was the mouth piece. That was pulled tightly back and tied, forcing each woman's mouth to be pulled at the edges. They still couldn't speak.
Jazzy could see all the men; there must have been at least fifty, now walking towards them. Kent got behind her right away. “She's mine first,” he mumbled to Dave. Dave just smiled. “We'll see what dad wants,” he replied.
To be continued.
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