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©By: Long
Johnson (Nom de Plume)
Note: This is a work of fiction, developed entirely in my own mind. Any similarity between any of the characters and any person or persons living or dead is strictly coincidence, and my good luck.
From Chapter I: Lenore’s master sent her for ponygirl training, when her speed was discovered, she became a racer. She was sold to Jacqui, who developed her into a great racer.
Ahead In Chapter II: Lenore wins the Canadian Nationals.
She meets her old Master again.
Lenore had been running for an hour. Jacqui had cut down on the distances she ran
and increased the speed training for her.
The next races were inside and the track was only one hundred yards
long. The final was fifty laps, run in
two twenty-five-lap races with a thirty-minute break between the two. She went in to the training stand, for a
drink and to get her sulky hooked on. Jacqui was inside, usually she didn’t show-up
until the afternoon session. Jacqui had
her boyfriend with her; she was having a good time with him. She cared little more for boyfriends than she
did for the feelings of a ponygirl. She
had unzipped his jeans and took his penis out, when Lenore came in he tried to
turn and pull his pants closed, but Jacqui laughed and would not let go of
him. She held his penis with her left
hand and massaged the head with her right.
She turned to Lenore, but continued to hold on to her boyfriend. Lenore could only stare; it had been so long
since she had been this close to a man’s exposed penis.
“I’ll bet you’d like to get near one of
these,” Jacqui smiled. “If you win the
Canadians, I’ll get you one of these, for a while.” She had to keep holding on to him, “If this
one doesn’t straighten up, it’ll be him.”
Jacqui let him go, “Keep that out for me,”
she said as she turned to Lenore. He
did. He stood there with his pants open
and his penis out, but his hard-on had gone away. Jacqui came over to Lenore and unsnapped the
bit from Lenore’s bridle. She led Lenore
over to her boyfriend.
“Lenore, would you like a little taste, to
remember what it was like?” Jacqui asked slowly. She reached out and grasped his penis again,
she pulled Lenore closer, “Put your tongue out and give the head a little
lick.” Lenore put her tongue out and
gently touched the head of his penis.
The thought of her master’s use of her mouth gave her a shudder.
“Wow, you really like that don’t you?”
Jacqui asked. Lenore nodded.
“Well, I guess you better win,” Jacqui
said softly.
Tears streamed down Lenore’s cheeks, she
felt betrayed. It’s wasn’t fair having
this girl in charge of her sex life.
Lenore’s pussy was wet and she wanted so much to be held tightly.
Jacqui knew that Lenore would be
lubricating and very wet, but she didn’t say or do anything, she wanted to
tease Lenore, unmercifully, not humiliate her, completely.
“Ok, let’s go in, we’ve done all we
can. Tomorrow we leave for Canada,”
Jacqui said. Even though the race was
actually in Washington, everyone referred to it as though it were in Canada.
After Lenore was washed off and fed,
Jacqui joined her in her stall, “We are
going to drive to the little airport, north of here and fly to a private field
near the race ground. There are stalls
for the girls and rooms for the contestant teams. I’ll have a room in a motel that’s
nearby. We’ll have two days to get used
to the track and then it’s race time.”
She looked at Lenore and shrugged, looking for questions. Lenore just shook her head. “One last thing,
I’ll be pretty busy, watching for ringers, they like to try to bring in girls
to run that aren’t really ponygirls, no numbers,” she gestured toward Lenore’s
right nipple. “That’s why you have to have your number tattooed on.”
The track was a disappointment, the
surface was all right but the facilities were pretty old. Lenore had to get
used to the small track, but she had three days to get ready for the
races. Jacqui was all over any ponygirl
that didn’t want to run naked, the rules for finals US or Canadian required the
ponygirls run naked.
After three preliminary races Lenore could
skip to the finals, which gave her two more days off. The major difference in US and Canadian races
was that the girl could only run in one class, either sulky or non-sulky,
Lenore was entered in the sulky races.
When the final race came up Lenore ran off with everything. After the first half, the only serious
competition Lenore had pulled out.
Jacqui was ecstatic; she had a temporary tattoo the she stuck on
Lenore’s left breast, just where the real tattoo would be placed. The tattoo was a ‘C’, blue with a white
outline.
Then it was time for pictures of Lenore
with the sulky still hitched. More
pictures with Jacqui in the sulky, with Jacqui holding Lenore’s bridle. The last set of pictures Lenore’s old owner
was brought out to stand next to her.
She was thrilled, but then his new girl came out to stand next to
him. She was gorgeous, tall, with blonde
hair. She was wearing very short white
silk dress, one layer of white silk that was nearly transparent. Her pink nipples were visible through the
dress; her nipples were pierced with gold rings thought the holes, and a tiny
gold chain between the rings. He didn’t
try to talk to Lenore, but the photographer wanted a few shots of him kissing
her on the cheek. Lenore wanted to
die. When he hugged her she got so wet
that she was sure everyone there saw the results. The grooms took Lenore to the back for a
bath, but they didn’t masturbate her this time.
They finished with Lenore and returned her to her stall; she was there
for less than fifteen minutes when Jacqui showed up take her to the plane. She had Lenore’s coat for her to wear on the
plane.
“I ‘m so proud of you, their fastest girl
didn’t even come out for the last half of the race, she knew she couldn’t touch
you,” she said to Lenore. Jacqui’s
boyfriend was there too. He had stayed
away after Jacqui made him let Lenore touch her tongue to the head of his
penis. He was afraid that she might make
him do something more with Lenore. He
knew that Jacqui had promised Lenore sex if she won. He didn’t want to be it. Lenore was so beautiful and so fast that she
scared him. He didn’t have to worry;
Jacqui was not going to share with Lenore.
She considered Lenore her property, she had not promised her man to
Lenore, just sex. They got back to the
Old Mission Ponygirl School late; Jacqui took Lenore to her stall for the
night.
“Don’t you want to get your sex, now?” she
asked.
Lenore shook her head, “Not right now, I
want to be able to do well, when I get the chance.”
In the morning the grooms came in and fed
Lenore and changed her pussy rings, from the three large rings she wore when
she ran to the six small rings, and then took her to the shower. After her shower, she was taken to the tattoo
shop; the artist put the C in
the next position on her left breast.
She looked at the artwork on her breast and she was proud of it, she had
the OMPS logo and the red 1, for
winning the district 1 championship, and now and the symbol for this win. When she got back to her stall Jacqui was
waiting for her, she had come to fulfill her part of the bargain.
“I’m here to keep my word,” she smiled as
Lenore looked around. Jacqui had a bag
of items for Lenore, which she opened. There were several pairs of shoes; they
picked out a pair of black leather spike heels with ankle straps. Next was a pair of stockings, black of course
with a garter belt to hold them up with.
“Oohh!
Wow!” Lenore tried the shoes on,
“These are nice. I haven’t had real shoes on in over six months.”
“When you get ready, I’ve got a couple of
dresses outside where I could hang them,” with that Jacqui got up and went out.
“I’ll wait for you out here.”
Lenore sat down and put on the stockings
and garter belt, she slipped the shoes on and buckled the straps around her
ankles. When she went out she felt naked
now. She had been naked for so long that
it didn’t matter, but now that she had shoes and stockings she realized her
nakedness. The dress Jacqui had picked
out for her was very a short, black wraparound.
The front was very low; it had one snap on the waist. The top barely covered her breasts, and the
skirt opened with every step. When she
sat it fell open from her waist.
“I’ll bet you can get picked up dressed
like that,” Jacqui leered.
“It’s a good thing I’m used to being naked,
this dress doesn’t really cover much. It’s been over six months since I’ve
anything on. I’m not sure I’ll know how
to act if I get near an man,” Lenore laughed.
Jacqui had a small jewelry box, Lenore
picked out earrings and a diamond necklace.
The earrings dangled nearly two inches from her earlobes. Lenore picked up shoulder wrap and they went
out. It was just the two of them, Jacqui
decided not to bring her boyfriend.
“We’ve got two days off, then we start
training for the US district 2 races,” Jacqui said with a smile, “in case we
get separated.”
They went to a club where there was a line
waiting to go inside, Jacqui wanted to go somewhere else.
Lenore wasn’t ready to give up yet, “Let’s
go up by the door,” she suggested. They
stood by the doorman for about three minutes, when the phone at his elbow
rang. He spoke for about three more
minutes, and then he took down the velvet rope and ushered them inside. Several people waiting started to complain,
but the doorman suggested they could probably find another place open.
“Lenore, where have you been?” asked the
maitre’de. “I’ve missed seeing you
lately.”
“I had some business out of town,” she
answered. He nodded. They went to the bar, and Lenore ordered two
drinks, one for each of them. The
bartender wanted to ask Jacqui if she had her identification, but a quick look
from Lenore and he decided not to bother.
They were there for about five minutes and a man in a tuxedo asked
Lenore to dance, she stayed out for the rest of the evening, and then left with
him. Jacqui had to turn down several
offers, and she went home early.
When they got to his car, he unfastened
Lenore’s dress; she slipped to off her shoulders. She unzipped his pants.
“Whoa, Be careful. I don’t want my night to be over too soon,”
he cautioned.
“Don’t worry I’ll get it back for you,”
Lenore answered. She licked the head of his penis like an ice cream cone.
On the morning of the second day, he
delivered Lenore to the front gate of OMPS, when Lenore got out she took off
his jacket and walked into the gate naked, wearing only the black spikes, and
carrying her dress. Lenore turned and smiled, and then went inside. Jacqui had started to wonder if she made a
mistake. Jacqui had a new respect for
Lenore, that she got them into the club, and that she came back. Lenore went to her stall and went inside, she
lay down on her bed. A groom came by and closed the gate to her stall.
‘Lenore, I don’t know what to do now,”
said Jacqui. “I was afraid that you would not be back, that you were gone. Now
I don’t know if I should keep you locked up like a race pony or what.”
Lenore just smiled, “lets keep everything
just the way it was. It worked and we
won two championships.”
“Ok, we start tomorrow for the Midwest’s.”
Then Jacqui smiled, “Tell me everything that happened, did you get everything
you needed?”
“I don’t suck and tell,” Lenore said
seriously.
“Oohh, you’re so dirty, that’s terrible,”
mocked Jacqui. “ And take off those shoes.”
“I’ll see you in the morning,” said
Lenore. She lay back on her bunk and closed her eyes.
The US District 2 races
were in Bloomington, Illinois; Lenore got a
‘2’ for winning this one. The
next races were district 3 and 4 were run together, in North Carolina. Lenore
got ‘3’ and ‘4’; she had six little icons tattooed on her
breast.
“I’ve signed you up for the English races,
I see a spot for a Union Jack icon,” Jacqui said.
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