Chapter Three

The Breeding Pen The next day, Amanda was again gently awakened at about five thirty by nothing so loud and blaring as an alarm clock, but by the easy sounds around the stall, as if it was waking with her. Ted had her up and at breakfast in a no-nonsense fashion, as if he'd been doing it for years, and, indeed, for other ponygirls he had been doing it for years. Amanda was famished, she hadn't eaten much at all yesterday, so he was glad to record that she'd eaten all of what she was offered and looked around for more. She'd eaten every bite of the same apple cinnamon yogurt that she'd barely had any of yesterday, so that was marked down as an acceptable flavor for her. Each day she would be offered a different flavor, until she'd run through all of what they offered, and whatever she turned her nose up at, she wouldn't see again.

She was a little bleary-eyed, Ted noted, but that could just be hangover from those three suppositories they'd seated in her bottom again last night. It was a little harder this time, because she'd had a good idea what was coming, but Aaron had taken a very firm tone with her. He was up at her head again, and Ted had the good-sized bullets at the ready at the other end. "Mandy! If you would prefer, we can roll you onto your tummy and wale the daylights out of your bottom to help convince you to behave while your medicine is being administered. Or, you can do the smart thing, the much less painful thing, and lie still. It'll be a little bit uncomfortable, and you'll be feeling full for a while, but it'll all be over in about five minutes. Regardless of which way you react, you will have all three pills in your bottom before you go to sleep tonight."

There was no doubt in Amanda's mind that the two men who had handled her from the beginning were strong enough – in will and body – to do exactly what he said they'd do. So she had sighed petulantly and started to sob softly, which they took as acquiescence. Aaron had praised her for submitting well, as had Ted, as he inserted the long, thick bullets carefully up into her tight little hole. She had fussed a little on the last one, but Aaron had stroked her head and Ted her flank, reassuring her that they were almost done. They both considered that she was such a small woman, it was probably getting a bit crowded up there, but Ted was able to successfully lodge the third rod inside her.

Once they'd done that, Aaron had flipped the blinders down so that she was immediately surrounded by complete darkness, and they set upon her like a pack of ravening wolves, Aaron at her sore, tender titties, and Ted eagerly lapping up her pussy juices, bringing her to another earth-shattering orgasm before they let her drift off to sleep.

At least she hadn't fainted this time.

That faint had set off every alarm Aaron had owned, when she'd just collapsed within her bonds and slumped over. His first thought was that he'd killed her, and that he'd never be able to do that to any female again. But then he saw that her chest was rising regularly, and when he felt her pulse, it was fast but steady.

Ted had wandered in at that point, took one look at Mandy and diagnosed the situation immediately, grinning ear to ear as he patted Aaron on the shoulder. "That mare is one hot ticket. If you're not careful you're gonna die breeding her – she'll burn you up."

Supper and her final grooming had gone well, and to dispel any fear she – and they – might be harboring regarding her orgasms, they brought her off, as usual, during the grooming session, and then again, that last time after giving her the pills. Aaron, whose heart had taken a while to start beating again after Mandy had fainted, was tempted to scold her and tell her never to do that to him again, but then he realized what a compliment it was to him and to his abilities, as well as to her ability to respond to him. Apparently he was reaching the stubborn little cuss, and on a very basic level.

She got her normal hour of training in, and was worked extra hard during it to help wear her out before she was brought to the breeding pens. Aaron found that a good bout of strenuous exercise helped a mare work out a lot of natural energies. That way, if she was likely to have a problem submitting in the pen, she'd already be too worn out to really fight, and thus there was much less chance of injury.

Aaron had chosen a specific time when there would not be a lot of activity around them. The pens were not empty, but it wasn't a situation where each pen was filled with a mare being serviced, either. One pen on either side, each a pen down from them, was being used. Although Mandy was brought out of the corral with her blinders down so that she could not see a thing, she had a good idea where they were going, and of course, she could hear the natural sounds of copulation going on around her when she was brought into the room – the soft slaps of flesh to flesh, the quiet groans of the ponygirls who were being filled. Males at stud at GS Stables – ponyboys – were extremely well-endowed – as were the hands, the trainers, and the grooms. They were all allowed to breed with any of the mares any time they liked, once a mare had been impregnated, or if she was not currently in a breeding program or recovering from foaling. The studs were also trained to be as quiet as possible when they were breeding a mare. They were free, whereas the mare was always bound into a particular position called "breed present," and they could touch the mare anywhere they liked, but once they achieved their first objective – which was to always– always pleasure the female first – then they were expected to mount the filly and give her a good, slow, full-out fucking and to deposit as much foal-making sperm into her cunt as possible. Studs were encouraged to remain locked into their female for a good long while after actual ejaculation, so as to maximize the amount of cum that was left in the filly.

When he was done, his handler would take him away, and the female would be given a vaginal plug, then be taken back to her stall to receive a nice warm rubdown with scented oil, after which she would be put down for a rest before lunch.

Mandy began to resist as soon as she recognized where she was being brought and what was going on around her – and made the connection that this was going to happen to her, soon, too. Several tremendous swats with the short, light canes they both carried for this particular mission had her standing stock still, but refusing to go forward, despite the scolding and the administering of even more profoundly painful licks. She was bawling from the searing pain in her bottom, but her feet were firmly planted, and she wasn't going anywhere fast. So the men merely lifted her slight weight with ridiculous ease, and within a minute or so, she found herself wide-eyed and completely without her blinders for the first time in a while, and she was in the most shameful position yet: Amanda was fenced in on all sides, except her rear, by pliant, almost rubbery-looking padded bars. The area directly in front of her only had bars halfway up so that she would be afforded an unobstructed view – of herself. There were floor to ceiling mirrors facing the fillies that were being bred in every single breeding pen in the facility. Not only could Amanda see what was happening to herself, but she could both see and hear what was being done to the females on either side of her. It was awful!

Her head was up and craned back almost to the point of discomfort, held there by the straps attached to her bridle. Although she tested it, she couldn't move her head one iota. Someone leaned in and swiped something wet and sticky over her eyelids. If she'd been expecting it, and could have gotten to it, she would have bitten his hand off by that point. Within a few seconds, she was finding it harder and harder to close her eyes. The bastards! Now she was forced to watch what was being done to her! She could close her eyes if she tried, but it wasn't easy, and without intense concentration they snapped back open again like window shades on tight rollers.

Her arms were secured behind her, almost forming a V like she was trying to fly, and there were comfy pads on the bars that were up against her shoulders to take her weight off her wrists, but her breasts were left to hang and bobble and bounce. Her back was forced into an acute arch, which pushed her bottom up into the air, and her legs were so far apart that she felt like she was being pulled apart like a wishbone. Her knees were held wide by straps pulling in opposite directions, slim ankles were secured to the floor so that she could not kick.

In effect, she was completely neutralized and ready to be violated, and as she looked in the mirror at herself and the getup she was in, she realized just how helpless she was. She was going to be deflowered like this. And from what she had been able to gather when they talked around her, this was going to be far from her last time in this position. Her heart sank.

Aaron and Ted both stood behind her until Aaron came up to her head, and she was again struck by just how huge they were – or maybe they just seemed that way to someone who was spending the majority of her time on her hands and knees. But they were both tremendously muscular, with bulging arms and veiny forearms and heavily muscled chests.

"I know this must seem very frightening to you right now, Mandy, and I won't lie to you. There might be a little bit of hurt when I first enter you, but it's not much, I promise. I know it's asking too much, but please try to relax. Ted and I'll make it as pleasant as possible for you." He stroked her hair tenderly, and it was his blasted kindness that made her start to cry. He whipped out his ever-present handkerchief and dabbed at her tears, since she would have a hard time blinking them away.

Ted patted her back and rubbed it a little. "We will make it pleasant for you, Mandy-girl. You know us. You know what we can do for you." Oh, God, but she didn't want to do it here, in front of an audience and a mirror showing all of her facial expressions and – Oh God No!

Aaron had debated about whether or not to breed her in the relative comfort of her own stall, but then none of the padded safety equipment was there, or the medical kits, just in case. So he and Ted agonized over it, but it was decided that her first time, if not her first few times, should be in the pens, where they could deal with anything that happened.

He arranged himself at her upturned pussy after unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it out of his pants. He didn't know why, but their research had shown that the stud or groom showing a little skin – chest muscles and chest hair in particular - helped the mares somehow, psychologically. The employees who bred with the ponygirls would never be nude – ever – it left them too vulnerable, and they lost the psychological edge of being fully clothed while the mares were nude, but for some tassels and boots and harnesses.

But somehow, when the grooms, who were all pretty buff, showed some bare-chested action as they were breeding a mare, the mares proved more fertile. They also tended to settle down and accept the servicing better. Aaron didn't know why, and frankly he didn't much care. So both he and Ted unbuttoned their shirts. Ted lay beneath Mandy, in what someone who didn't know what was going on might think of as a sixty-nine position, where he would be directly under her breasts and have plenty of access to those lovely udders that were just begging to be squeezed and pulled and groped.

Aaron began his own massage with a light cinnamon lotion that would heat up Mandy's pussy quickly, helping to concentrate the blood flow right where his hands were. He was almost afraid to use it, considering how she'd responded to him without it yesterday, but he figured he'd see how it went over. Once he'd applied it, he took a step back and bent over to blow on her genitals, and the increase of heat in the area made Mandy pony-scream and try to rear even further back than she was, but Ted kept a good, tight hold on those teats, using them to pull her back down.

Ted and Aaron said in unison, "A good ponygirl receives her breeding quietly."

Aaron slipped a quick finger into Mandy's opening, gratified at what he found. "We have lubrication," he announced in a hoarse whisper.

"Excellent," Ted replied. "Let's bring her off, then."

And they did, with horribly embarrassing ease, working in a paced, planned rhythm with each other that was terribly frightening and overwhelming to the poor female they were working on. They had her moaning continually within a few minutes, and before another three minutes had passed she was contracting on Aaron's fingers, making a total spectacle of herself as she tried to writhe and arch within her bonds. Aaron patted and stroked her mid back. "That's a very good girl, Mandy. Good ponygirl." He stood and unzipped his pants, pushing down his underwear enough to let the ten inches of his fully erect cock spring free in all its thick, hard glory. Aaron stood behind her, his entire concentration on Mandy and the act at hand – he didn't see her in the mirrors, didn't see himself, or hear or see anyone else around them. Every part of his mind was thinking about Mandy and how he could make this easiest for her, and try to make sure that every precaution was taken to keep her safe from injuring herself or being inadvertently injured by him, considering the differences in their size and strength.

He raised the platform, so that she was at just the right height for his entry, and noticed that her puffy, swollen lips were leaking her own lubricating fluid. As a precaution, and to increase the overall viscosity of the situation, though, he put a light coat of K-Y on himself, and then presented his big head at her opening, putting his hands on her hips and grasping her firmly, as he'd been taught. Ted was kneeling to the side of Mandy's head, stroking her hair and encouraging her to relax and submit, but she was sobbing and shaking in that heartrending manner of all ponygirls – they couldn't beg him not to, they couldn't plead and blubber. They could only receive whatever kind of treatment the men around them gave them, with no choice in the matter, and be obedient to them under the threat of physical chastisement if they didn't.

Aaron wanted to be inside this mare more than he'd ever wanted anything else in his life. While he'd been bringing Mandy to orgasm five and six times a day, he hadn't had any release himself, despite the fact that he had been rock hard since he'd first laid eyes on her. He'd gone to Merry last night and made her scream with pleasure with his very talented mouth, but he wanted to save his load for Mandy, so she hadn't gotten the best of him, and had looked a little hurt because of it.

He wanted it done in the most clean, efficient, least painful manner possible, so he pushed himself forwards firmly and pulled her hips backwards at the same time, entering her to the hilt in one stroke. Mandy issued a hurt, angry, pseudo-scream, rearing back and trying desperately to unimpale herself, but the way she was expertly restrained, as well as Aaron's strong but firm hands holding her in place, would not allow her to do anything but what his body dictated. Aaron held onto his own control by a thin thread, but he held onto it, as much as he wanted to simply bang away at her and bury himself deep within her hard and fast, he made himself maintain a slow and steady, even gentle, pace of plunge and retreat as he tried to remain as clinical and professional as possible, noting that there was no major show of blood at all, for which he was eternally grateful.

Mandy was not taking her servicing well at all, however, despite Aaron's careful attentions. She was wiggling and moaning and thrashing and sobbing so hard, that Ted reached over and slapped her bottom sharply, if only to draw her attention. "Mandy," he said firmly, "a good ponygirl receives a stud submissively and quietly."

She was having none of it, though, and his warning did not seem to faze her in the least. Her straining and moaning continued unabated, and she would have received a more thorough punishment, even during the session, only Aaron found himself unable to sustain as long a breeding session as he usually did – he wanted her too much. Soon he began thrusting harder, even against his own will, plunging himself deeply into her then withdrawing fully to repeat the motion, until his whole body clenched in orgasm, and he poured his seed into her, bumping himself up against her wide open pussy with each powerful spasm.

He was usually able to give a mare a very long, hard ride, almost always making them cum on his cock, even though he'd made them come clitorally before mounting them. Aaron knew how to use his cock to pleasure a woman. He'd been doing it since he was twelve. But Mandy – Mandy practically made him explode just thinking about those wonderful tight, wet, depths of hers – and how she creamed even when he lathered her little bottom with the cane, and how she'd actually fainted from his efforts…

Breathing very raggedly at those thoughts, Aaron made one last, sharp thrust, then held her hips to his as he let the last few drops of his seed ooze out and into her receptive little cunny. "Mark – the – time," he muttered, and Ted glanced at his watch.

"Ten-forty-five," the other man stated.

Aaron would stay inside Mandy for a full five minutes, to optimize the possibility of fertilization. Actually, as they didn't really have an idea of her cycle yet, this time was unlikely to bear fruit, but it would be duly noted as a breeding attempt, and he intended to follow the usual method to the T, so that she would know exactly what the routine was, regardless of who she was put with in the future.

Mandy continued to sob, but she was no longer struggling against Aaron, but rather was almost hanging in her bonds quite dejectedly, as Aaron and Ted stroked her flanks and her face. "There now, pet, that wasn't that bad, was it?" Aaron crooned. "But you did not accept and submit as you should, Mandy. A good ponygirl submits to servicing whenever it is demanded of her – quietly and without resistance." Aaron caught Ted's eye and asked, "Time?"

"Five."

Aaron eased himself out of Mandy, reaching for an antiseptic towelette that he used to wash up the small amount of blood that was oozing around her opening. "This might sting just a little, baby, but it's gonna help you heal quicker." He rubbed some soothing cream around her entrance as she jerked a little. "Shh-shh-shh, baby girl, just making you feel all better."

Only when she'd been made more comfortable did Aaron clean himself up and readjust his clothing. While Ted was carefully arranging Mandy for the trip back to her stall, Aaron was lubing up a good-sized vaginal plug that would allow her to retain the sperm that had just been deposited inside her. The Stables breeding program did everything it could to maximize the possibility of fertilization, and this was one of their most successful measures.

She tensed immediately when Aaron began to press the big plug up inside her, but Ted held her fast as she was invaded yet again, this time by something inanimate and big and thick. It rubbed against where she'd lost her virginity, and began to sting immediately because the thick area before the flange kept her unnaturally stretched. "That's a good girl, just a little thing to help you keep my sperm up inside you – so that hopefully you'll get pregnant. We'll take it out in about an hour." Mandy whimpered at that pronouncement.

It amazed her when, instead of being stood back up as she expected, she was gathered into Aaron's arms – bound as always - and he carried her back to her stall. "Now," he pressed a kiss to her forehead, "we're spoiling you a little bit, Mandy-girl, because the usual thing to do is to spend the hour after you're bred in the pens in the 'breed present' with the plug in. But I think you'll be more comfortable in your own stall."

She ended up back in her lilac scented stall, in that horridly familiar position with her bottom hiked up into the air and her head down in the sweet smelling hay. She was just beginning to relax a little when they each took a cane in one hand and stood on either side of her. "What did we have to say to you several times while you were being bred, Mandy? About submitting? And not struggling?" Aaron asked rhetorically, laying his cane on her bottom almost tenderly. He sounded reluctant to have to do this, but Mandy knew by now that that was not going to stop him from doing it. She was beginning to realize that any sort of resistance was just going to get her more of the same painful meetings with the cane or the paddle or the leather strap they all seemed to carry. "We told you not to do it, didn't we? We told you how a ponygirl behaves, and you chose to ignore us. So now you are going to pay the price for being a naughty and rebellious ponygirl."

The strokes fell in rapid succession, one after the other, often one on top of the other which made her mutant yell explode hoarsely from her mouth, as they each scolded her thoroughly for being uncooperative during breeding. Before they were through with her, they'd laid a fresh layer of supremely painful welts on her backside all the way from the top of her crack to just above the backs of her knees, and Mandy was truly one sorry little ponygirl.

When they had finished with her discipline, it was almost as if it had never happened as far as they were concerned – as if the slate was wiped clean. But Mandy was crying so hard she was almost sick. A straw-like mechanism was arranged right next to her lips so that, if she was thirsty, she could take a drink. Ted and Aaron massaged her soothingly and talked quietly between themselves, praising her as she gradually settled down.

In exactly one hour, the plug was removed very carefully and more salve was applied. Mandy heard Aaron tell Ted to note that she was not actively bleeding at all, and then she was fed lunch and bedded and bound down for her afternoon rest.

Her last thoughts as she fell asleep, was that this was going to be happening to her again and again – for the rest of her life – more breeding, more canes, more paddles, pain and pleasure and more pain. Although it had been sore and stingy at first, the way Aaron had been pumping in and out of her had just started to feel really good when he stopped – not that she wanted them to know she was thinking that.

And as she felt Aaron's cum leaking sullenly out of her plumped-out lips and onto the purple silk sheet beneath her, she sighed in contentment.