Number One Pony

Number One Pony

THE PUMP HOUSE

Besides generating electricity the pump house can pump water. In fact, that’s why it was built.

When Dina’s great grandfather built the farm in the eighteen nineties he dug a well and built a water tower atop a hill behind the main house. At first the water was pumped by a windmill, then later by electricity. The rickety old tower was demolished in the sixties and replaced by a large steel tank that holds thousands of gallons of water and could supply a small town.  Years later Mistress Dina decided rather than use electricity to pump water she would use pony power, so she had the pump house built.

The pump house is a round building and it looks like an old fashioned threshing floor. Ponies walking in a circle turn a capstan connected to the pump, and the pump sends water into the tank. It’s quite simple. When the pump house was first built Mistress Dina had the tank was drained, the leaks were patched and it was painted inside and out. Then she set us to work refilling it and it took teams of ponies working in shifts eight days to fill it to capacity. Now we just top it off once a week, and every month or so, they send Paula along to do maintenance on the equipment.

Mistress Eve released Paula’s arms and motioned her into the machinery room, then separated the rest of us and hooked us to the capstan bars. We waited patiently while Paula checked the pumps and pipes and seals and so on. After a while she crawled up out of the manhole and told Mistress Eve that everything was ok.

Mistress Eve snapped her whip across my butt and we went to work.

Pumping water is quite simple, you just walk in a circle and you don’t have to worry about setting a constant speed (unless the mistresses decide to hook up the electric shock system just for fun).

The building has glass walls and the view is terrific. In warm weather the walls can be lowered and we work in the open air. There is usually a breeze up the hill and the work can be very pleasant. While we turned the capstan Mistress Eve had Paula open the walls, sweep up and polish all the valves and dials, then after an hour she put Paula in Audrey’s place.

The pump house has benches along the walls and Audrey was allowed to sit down and take a break for half an hour, then she relieved Number Three, and so on.

I don’t like working with Paula. She’s not a likeable person to begin with, and she isn’t used to being part of a team. She’s strong enough but has trouble maintaining a good pace. She slowed us down at times, and it got to be very annoying feeling the bars jerk backwards when she got out of rhythm.

The electrical punishment system can be used when we pump water but Paula is so erratic that Mistress Eve didn’t turn it on, thank God. She knew it wouldn’t be fair to the rest of us.

Mistress Eve doesn’t like Paula any more than the rest of us and she encouraged her with the whip. (And they weren’t erotic little love strokes either). I must confess that I enjoyed seeing the whip curl around Paula’s chest and snap across her nipples. I got excited watching, so did the rest of the team.

Paula squealed and yelped each time the whip got her and her body was soon striped with welts but it didn’t help. She just couldn’t get into the rhythm.

After one carefully aimed stroke caught her in the crotch she actually stopped and glared at Mistress Eve. That was a bad mistake.

Mistress Eve motioned for me to stop, then took careful aim, rippled the whip across the floor sinuously, then swung it with all her strength. The tip of the whip snapped on Paul’s right breast like a pistol shot. Paula screamed so loud that they must have heard her at the main house. The second snap got Paula’s other breast. Paula didn’t scream that time. I think the pain actually shocked her into silence.

Mistress Eve then signaled for me to get moving. Paula was sobbing so loudly that she didn’t step off on time and we nearly jerked her off her feet. She hopped to keep up and wept bitterly as we worked.

Even so, she just couldn’t get it right. She still threw us off our pace.

The other girls were angry and let me know it. I knew I was risking a severe whipping, but I looked right at Mistress Eve, jerked my chin toward Paula and shook my head emphatically. She rolled her eyes in exasperation and nodded.

She unhooked Paula and hung her by her wrists from a ceiling hook. She made her stand on a box while she tied her wrists, then kicked the box from under feet. Paula screamed when the ropes tightened but Mistress Eve ignored her and walked away. The rest of us worked in perfect harmony while Paula wailed in agony.

Mistress Eve amused herself by whipping Paula from time to time, and Paula is such a masochist that eventually she began to enjoy the pain. But Mistress Eve wouldn’t allow her to come. She watched closely and when Paula’s crying changed from pain to passion she would walk away. 

After an hour Mistress Eve dragged the whipping horse into place and bent Paula over it. She took her time and carefully strapped Paula into place. Then she attached the canes to the capstan bars. Paula was still sobbing from her whipping but her voice went up about ten octaves when the first cane snapped across her butt.

The height of the canes can be adjusted so that the slave riding the horse doesn’t get cut in two. Mistress Eve set ours so that one cane struck Paula’s bottom high, the next a bit lower, and so on.

At normal pace one of the canes will smack their victim every eight seconds

We got a great deal of satisfaction hearing the canes smack across Paula’s skin, and we had to resist the temptation to speed up so that she’d get hit harder.

A couple of years ago Mistress Karen hosted a visiting master from Germany and they brought his favorite slave to the pump house. She wasn’t there to pump water, she was to experience a mechanical caning. My team was used to supply the power.

Mistress Karen began with towing the slave behind us. She was a terrific pain lover and was grinning from ear to ear while they attached the clamps to her nipples.

She followed us in our circle with the clamps on her breasts and pussy lips. And Mistress Karen hooked her up to the electrical system (but didn’t connect it to us.)

The German woman had no problems until her master put a hobble on her ankles, then she got zapped a few times. She shrieked every time the electricity coursed through her pussy, but they were shrieks of pleasure.

She was allowed to enjoy that for about an hour then they strapped her to the horse and set the canes up.

She endured the canes across her bottom for another hour, and obviously enjoyed a couple of orgasms. Then they changed her position and hung her by her wrists so that the canes got her across the backs of her legs. She liked that too, and giggled in delight when her master turned her so that the fronts of her legs received punishment.

Her master lowered her body until she was receiving the blows across her belly and crotch and that sent her into a shrieking orgasm.

The woman endured those canes for six hours. She felt the canes across her arms, her back, her shoulders and even on the soles of her feet for a few minutes, (which made me shudder in horror. That is not erotic pain, not to me anyway).

She finally ended up on her knees with her breasts at the correct height to feel the canes on her nipples. She had an orgasm at the very first stroke and seemed to shudder in ecstasy for almost an hour. She fainted and was carried unconscious from the building. Her body was one huge bruise.

My team was a mass of damp pussies when we finished, but Mistress Karen seemed to forget about us. She was so engrossed by the German slave that she just sent us back to the stable without even a slap across the bottom. Mistress Eve made up for it though; she rubbed our pussies in the washroom until we all had nice orgasms.

We heard that when he returned to Germany the master had a copy of our capstan built, recruited a team of slave girls, and uses it to torture his woman on a weekly basis.

Mistress Eve was reading a book and seemed to forget that Paula liked pain, and after a while Paula suddenly let out a long deep sigh of utter delight. We’d brought her to an orgasm. Damn!

We all snorted indignantly and I glared at Mistress Eve. She shrugged in apology. She put down her book, took Paula off the horse and tied her to a tree down the hill so we wouldn’t have to listen to her crooning with pleasure.

After lunch Mistress Eve sent Paula back with the chuck wagon. She sent a note with Gloria asking the stable mistress to teach Paula some discipline. 

After the noon break everyone perked up. Mistress Eve sat in a chair, propped her feet up and read her book, and she played music on the sound system. I smiled at the surprise Audrey’s face when a Sousa march came over the speakers.

We snapped to attention and marched formally, knees high, chests out, and stern looks of determination on our faces. Audrey rolled her eyes in a ‘you’ve got to be kidding’ look, but within a few minutes she was marching in step. I confess that I thought it was silly the first time I worked to march music, but it actually does help. Something the soldiers figured out centuries ago, I guess.

Mistress Eve played other music too, but it was all with a steady, even rhythm. (Did you know that you can march to Dixieland jazz? Glenn Miller too.) Round and round we went all afternoon. Walking in circles hour after hour is mindless work and it’s easy to zone out into a sort of trance

I heard Mistress Eve giggle. I looked at her curiously and she pointed at Audrey. Audrey was marching with her knees high, her back straight, her chin in the air and her shoulders rocking in perfect time to the ‘Stars And Stripes Forever’. She was lost in thought. Her eyes were slightly glazed and was completely oblivious to what she was doing.

‘What the hell’ I looked at Two and Three and began rocking my shoulders. They joined in. We made a couple of circuits before Audrey noticed that Mistress Eve was laughing. She snapped out of her reverie and looked at Mistress Eve curiously. She looked at me and I shrugged as if I had no idea. We made several more circuits before it dawned on Audrey. She scowled, tossed her head and snorted at us and Mistress Eve lost it completely. She slid out of her chair onto the floor and laughed until she had tears.

Audrey marched stiffly, trying to keep from smiling, but we just rocked our shoulders. 

We knocked off at five and Mistress Eve walked us back to the barn. When we got to the barnyard we passed Paula locked in a pillory, and she looked very uncomfortable. Her face was wet with tears and her bottom and the backs of her legs were raw from being caned.

Mistress Jill was removing a large strap on and Mistress Stephanie was waiting to put it on. We found out later that practically every mistress on the farm had screwed Paula with that monster.

She scowled at us. Two and Three snorted disdainfully and shook their boobs at her, so did Audrey.

We went back to the pump house the next day.

We had two full days there. Audrey enjoyed them and we talked about it in the evening.

“I hate to confess this, but I like the work of pumping the water,” she said.

“Why?”

“Its relaxing,” She said. “I can just walk and walk and not have to think about what I’m doing. Its almost therapeutic as long as I don’t get electrocuted through my pussy.”

“I agree,” I told her. “You can think deep, important thoughts, or you can clear your mind and simply enjoy the music.”

She gave me a look. “Speaking of music, it wasn’t nice of you to make fun of me,” she said.

“Oh we weren’t,” I laughed. “We were impressed by your marching skills and were just trying to match your grace and beauty.”

“Poo,” she laughed. “I couldn’t understand why you were laughing until I realized that I was marching like the perfect mindless little pony girl.”

“Proper training always shows,” I said. “Your form was impeccable; the straight back, outthrust breasts, high steps with pointed toes, and above all, the blank, glassy eyed expression on your face.”

“Don’t you mean brainless?”

“Actually, you looked pretty sharp. All you needed was a set of plumes.”

“Thanks so much.”

“Mistress Eve was impressed, if you’ll recall,” I said.

“She was laughing too,” Audrey said indignantly.

“Uh huh, and she took you to her room right after evening meal, didn’t she?”

Audrey blushed. “Yes.”

“From the disgustingly satisfied looks on both your faces this morning, I’d say you had a good time.”

“Um hmm,” she stretched like a cat. “Do we go back to the pump house tomorrow?”

“No, the tank ought to be filled by now so I think we’re back to plowing.”

“That’s all right,” she said. “I like pulling the plow. By the way, do you think I’ll get to stay with your team until Number Four gets back?”

“Possibly,” I said. “But aren’t you scheduled to go home next week?”

“Damn, I’d forgotten that,” she said.

“Call your son and tell him you want an extension,” I suggested.

“I can’t. I’ve got several unavoidable social events next week,” she said. “Besides, my son tells me that people are asking where I am and he’s running out of excuses. He says he can either tell them that I’m at the Betty Ford clinic for alcoholics or working naked on a pony farm.”

“Hmmm,” I said. “What about telling them you’ve been abducted by sex starved space aliens?”

“No, we’ve used that one already.”