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Barbados Bound
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TheLimey
Governor
Chapter 12
They were part way through the third lap when he realized that this was going to be the hardest race they had ever done. They were in third, Tim and his pony clear in the front by a few meters, Monique and Adanna in second.
They were passing through the wooded section when Luci clipped a root with one foot, stumbling a little before regaining her footing, John steering her well clear of any other roots in the track, even if that meant the other two teams were pulling further ahead.
Luci didn't seem to be struggling, but to John, this was a warning sign. The heat and the humidity over the two days of racing were taking their toll, even with the work he had done before this race. That was when he remembered the cooler. It was placed there for the end of the race, but nothing was said about not pausing for a water stop, like a water station in a marathon.
He knew what he needed to do.
-*-
John hopped out of the sulky quickly, racing over to the cooler by the side of the track and grabbing a sports bottle. He knew he had to take this calculated risk, even if the owners and ponies spectating looked at him as though he was mad.
He ran back to Luci, spraying fluid into her bitted mouth so she could drink it, before dumping the rest over her head, then jumped back up to the sulky and got Luci moving again.
He hoped he'd made the right choice.
-*-
The fourth lap was agony. He could see the leading pair out ahead of him, but it didn't seem that they were catching up at all. He was starting to second guess himself when they entered the wooded section again when he noticed Monique was steering Adanna around the hardest section entirely, just as he had the lap before.
He flicked the whip at Luci, and she responded, a little kick of speed as they entered a tricky section. John quickly stowed the whip in a holder and grabbed the edge of the sulky, maintaining only a loose grip on the reins.
'Go on, Luci!' he shouted, trusting her to find the best route through the section. This was all up to her now. She took a route he wasn't certain he'd take himself, the sulky becoming very close to trees on occasion, and rattling over roots, but by the time they had passed through the section, they were considerably closer to Adanna and Monique.
As they passed the start/finish line for the final lap, he could hear shouts of encouragement from Steve, from the team from Trinidad. This was it, all or nothing.
He gave Luci a couple of flicks with the whip, and she responded again, the distance between them and Monique in front dropping again. He could see the other owner flicking the whip at Adanna, but he was certain that she wasn't responding as well as Luci.
By the time they reached the approach to the wooded section again, John and Luci were on Monique's heels. She steered Adanna around the hardest section again, Luci taking the other direction, John holding on as the sulky occasionally lifted a wheel off the track as they bumped over roots.
As the two paths came back together again, John flicked out the whip three, four times, shouting 'You've got 'em!' as they entered the final section neck and neck. He barely saw Tim and his pony cross the line in first up ahead, he was concentrating on keeping Luci going. He flicked the whip again and again, as Monique did the same, but Luci had just that little bit extra left in her, and she started to inch in front, crossing the line just ahead of Adanna.
John hauled the reins sideways, bringing Luci to a sudden stop, the sulky skidding sideways. Luci had already dropped to her knees by the time he reached her, and he practically tore the head harness off her.
He caught a bottle someone had thrown at him, ripping the lid off and just pouring it on Luci's head, whilst she forced oxygen into her lungs, crying out as the ice cold liquid from the bottle ran down her body.
He undid her wrists from the shafts, grabbing a pair of bottles from someone nearby. He helped Luci bring one bottle to her lips, pressing it into her hand, then finally taking a long pull at a bottle himself.
'Did we....?'
He looked at Luci, soaked with sweat, dripping with whatever was in the bottle he had poured on her.
'We did...you did.. second place... We beat them, Luci. We beat every pony team here.'
He helped Luci stand, Steve taking hold of her as well. He could see Monique help Adanna stand as well, and, with Luci supported by him, he slowly made his way over to the other team.
He stuck out his hand, but Monique pushed it away, leaning in instead to kiss him on the cheeks, once, twice, three times, repeating the gesture with Luci.
'No one has ever won this meet except Adanna. No one until today.' Monique grabbed both his and Luci's hand, and held them in the air.
'Ladies and Gentlemen, ponies! I am delighted to present, the winners, by one point, of this event. John, and his Pony, Luci!'
He looked at Luci. Exhausted, soaked, but with a smile matching his own.
They were part way through the third lap when he realized that this was going to be the hardest race they had ever done. They were in third, Tim and his pony clear in the front by a few meters, Monique and Adanna in second.
They were passing through the wooded section when Luci clipped a root with one foot, stumbling a little before regaining her footing, John steering her well clear of any other roots in the track, even if that meant the other two teams were pulling further ahead.
Luci didn't seem to be struggling, but to John, this was a warning sign. The heat and the humidity over the two days of racing were taking their toll, even with the work he had done before this race. That was when he remembered the cooler. It was placed there for the end of the race, but nothing was said about not pausing for a water stop, like a water station in a marathon.
He knew what he needed to do.
-*-
John hopped out of the sulky quickly, racing over to the cooler by the side of the track and grabbing a sports bottle. He knew he had to take this calculated risk, even if the owners and ponies spectating looked at him as though he was mad.
He ran back to Luci, spraying fluid into her bitted mouth so she could drink it, before dumping the rest over her head, then jumped back up to the sulky and got Luci moving again.
He hoped he'd made the right choice.
-*-
The fourth lap was agony. He could see the leading pair out ahead of him, but it didn't seem that they were catching up at all. He was starting to second guess himself when they entered the wooded section again when he noticed Monique was steering Adanna around the hardest section entirely, just as he had the lap before.
He flicked the whip at Luci, and she responded, a little kick of speed as they entered a tricky section. John quickly stowed the whip in a holder and grabbed the edge of the sulky, maintaining only a loose grip on the reins.
'Go on, Luci!' he shouted, trusting her to find the best route through the section. This was all up to her now. She took a route he wasn't certain he'd take himself, the sulky becoming very close to trees on occasion, and rattling over roots, but by the time they had passed through the section, they were considerably closer to Adanna and Monique.
As they passed the start/finish line for the final lap, he could hear shouts of encouragement from Steve, from the team from Trinidad. This was it, all or nothing.
He gave Luci a couple of flicks with the whip, and she responded again, the distance between them and Monique in front dropping again. He could see the other owner flicking the whip at Adanna, but he was certain that she wasn't responding as well as Luci.
By the time they reached the approach to the wooded section again, John and Luci were on Monique's heels. She steered Adanna around the hardest section again, Luci taking the other direction, John holding on as the sulky occasionally lifted a wheel off the track as they bumped over roots.
As the two paths came back together again, John flicked out the whip three, four times, shouting 'You've got 'em!' as they entered the final section neck and neck. He barely saw Tim and his pony cross the line in first up ahead, he was concentrating on keeping Luci going. He flicked the whip again and again, as Monique did the same, but Luci had just that little bit extra left in her, and she started to inch in front, crossing the line just ahead of Adanna.
John hauled the reins sideways, bringing Luci to a sudden stop, the sulky skidding sideways. Luci had already dropped to her knees by the time he reached her, and he practically tore the head harness off her.
He caught a bottle someone had thrown at him, ripping the lid off and just pouring it on Luci's head, whilst she forced oxygen into her lungs, crying out as the ice cold liquid from the bottle ran down her body.
He undid her wrists from the shafts, grabbing a pair of bottles from someone nearby. He helped Luci bring one bottle to her lips, pressing it into her hand, then finally taking a long pull at a bottle himself.
'Did we....?'
He looked at Luci, soaked with sweat, dripping with whatever was in the bottle he had poured on her.
'We did...you did.. second place... We beat them, Luci. We beat every pony team here.'
He helped Luci stand, Steve taking hold of her as well. He could see Monique help Adanna stand as well, and, with Luci supported by him, he slowly made his way over to the other team.
He stuck out his hand, but Monique pushed it away, leaning in instead to kiss him on the cheeks, once, twice, three times, repeating the gesture with Luci.
'No one has ever won this meet except Adanna. No one until today.' Monique grabbed both his and Luci's hand, and held them in the air.
'Ladies and Gentlemen, ponies! I am delighted to present, the winners, by one point, of this event. John, and his Pony, Luci!'
He looked at Luci. Exhausted, soaked, but with a smile matching his own.
TheLimey
Governor
Chapter 13
The first order of business was caring for the ponies, and their owners.
They simply left the sulkies at the finish line, John and Luci slowly walking back to the stables. Stripped of all of the harness, Luci was dropped in the ice bath, John simply taking off his boots and going in himself, fully clothed. They stayed there a while, not speaking, just holding each other tightly, until he felt Luci start to shiver.
'Ok, winner, time for a warm shower and then the massage.'
She wrinkled her nose at him. 'Same for you, Sir. Can't have you catch a cold in those wet clothes can we?'
It was when they were both lying on adjacent massage tables that the reality sunk in.
'We really did it, didn't we...'
'We did, Luci, we...you... did it.' He felt her hand on his arm, and adjusted so they were holding hands.
'You made the right choices John. You trusted me to run the woods, for a start.'
'Yes, I reckon my backside will be bruised for a few days after those bumps.'
'Your backside? You weren't the one being whipped, y'know!' Luci laughed, then carried on. 'How did you know to stop for the drink?'
'You stumbled on a root. I'm not even certain you noticed it, but I did.' He propped himself up on one elbow and looked at her. 'You're such a good runner, Luci. It wasn't normal for you.'
'You were right. I don't think I could have made it without that drinks break.'
'Good, as I thought I'd fucked it all up on the next lap. It wasn't until I saw Monique taking that wide line in the woods that I knew we were back in it.'
Luci moaned as the masseur hit a particularly sore spot. 'Did I hear there's a presentation party tomorrow?'
'Yes, apparently, Monique has her private yacht in a marina nearby. Tomorrow, we get to be feted as the winners...' he gave Luci's hand a squeeze. 'And then I guess we start the other challenge.'
-*-
They were sat outside John's guest quarters that evening, Luci in one of John's shirts, John in shorts and a shirt. Both were sipping slowly on a beer, relaxing after the exertions of the last few days.
Various owners had come up, to shake John's hand, to toast Luci, but by now, it was quiet. John was about to suggest they head inside, when Monique came up, carrying three glasses and a bottle of champagne.
'John, Luci, let us drink to your success!' She popped the cork, pouring three glasses of champagne, setting them in the table and sitting down.
'To John and Luci!'
John sipped at the champagne, then raised the glass for a second toast. 'To Monique, our host, and Adanna, her pony!'
Luci was next. 'To the next week!'
Monique clapped her hands at this. 'Ahhh, oui! To the next week! She looked at Luci. 'Tell me...Does the thought of being tested as a slave excite you?'
Luci nodded. 'Yes, Lady Monique.'
'Then I have a proposal for you. Tomorrow, we will all go to my yacht, the Gwendoline, to celebrate your victory. Why should we not add a little spice to the proceedings?'
'I propose that you and Adanna will already be on the boat, before everyone else arrives. When the time comes, they will find you both, chained to sybians on the aft deck. And there you will stay, unable to move, unable to stop yourself from coming, whilst the rest of the teams talk, drink, and watch...'
John looked over at Luci, who was fidgeting in her seat and biting her lip. 'Oh....fuck....please....'
Monique leaned over. 'Let us see how often you can come before you beg for it to stop...'
The first order of business was caring for the ponies, and their owners.
They simply left the sulkies at the finish line, John and Luci slowly walking back to the stables. Stripped of all of the harness, Luci was dropped in the ice bath, John simply taking off his boots and going in himself, fully clothed. They stayed there a while, not speaking, just holding each other tightly, until he felt Luci start to shiver.
'Ok, winner, time for a warm shower and then the massage.'
She wrinkled her nose at him. 'Same for you, Sir. Can't have you catch a cold in those wet clothes can we?'
It was when they were both lying on adjacent massage tables that the reality sunk in.
'We really did it, didn't we...'
'We did, Luci, we...you... did it.' He felt her hand on his arm, and adjusted so they were holding hands.
'You made the right choices John. You trusted me to run the woods, for a start.'
'Yes, I reckon my backside will be bruised for a few days after those bumps.'
'Your backside? You weren't the one being whipped, y'know!' Luci laughed, then carried on. 'How did you know to stop for the drink?'
'You stumbled on a root. I'm not even certain you noticed it, but I did.' He propped himself up on one elbow and looked at her. 'You're such a good runner, Luci. It wasn't normal for you.'
'You were right. I don't think I could have made it without that drinks break.'
'Good, as I thought I'd fucked it all up on the next lap. It wasn't until I saw Monique taking that wide line in the woods that I knew we were back in it.'
Luci moaned as the masseur hit a particularly sore spot. 'Did I hear there's a presentation party tomorrow?'
'Yes, apparently, Monique has her private yacht in a marina nearby. Tomorrow, we get to be feted as the winners...' he gave Luci's hand a squeeze. 'And then I guess we start the other challenge.'
-*-
They were sat outside John's guest quarters that evening, Luci in one of John's shirts, John in shorts and a shirt. Both were sipping slowly on a beer, relaxing after the exertions of the last few days.
Various owners had come up, to shake John's hand, to toast Luci, but by now, it was quiet. John was about to suggest they head inside, when Monique came up, carrying three glasses and a bottle of champagne.
'John, Luci, let us drink to your success!' She popped the cork, pouring three glasses of champagne, setting them in the table and sitting down.
'To John and Luci!'
John sipped at the champagne, then raised the glass for a second toast. 'To Monique, our host, and Adanna, her pony!'
Luci was next. 'To the next week!'
Monique clapped her hands at this. 'Ahhh, oui! To the next week! She looked at Luci. 'Tell me...Does the thought of being tested as a slave excite you?'
Luci nodded. 'Yes, Lady Monique.'
'Then I have a proposal for you. Tomorrow, we will all go to my yacht, the Gwendoline, to celebrate your victory. Why should we not add a little spice to the proceedings?'
'I propose that you and Adanna will already be on the boat, before everyone else arrives. When the time comes, they will find you both, chained to sybians on the aft deck. And there you will stay, unable to move, unable to stop yourself from coming, whilst the rest of the teams talk, drink, and watch...'
John looked over at Luci, who was fidgeting in her seat and biting her lip. 'Oh....fuck....please....'
Monique leaned over. 'Let us see how often you can come before you beg for it to stop...'
If anyone is curious what a sybian might be, I had to ask Google, and oh my, what an appropriate sex toy for ponies!
So I figure like a vibrating saddle with an additional tickler toy! And flesh exposed for judiciously adding a few whiplashes while pony rides?
So I figure like a vibrating saddle with an additional tickler toy! And flesh exposed for judiciously adding a few whiplashes while pony rides?
captivecuties
Senator
The design always made me think of work on a wooden pony with something like this but more of a Torture Pony in mind.If anyone is curious what a sybian might be, I had to ask Google, and oh my, what an appropriate sex toy for ponies!
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So I figure like a vibrating saddle with an additional tickler toy! And flesh exposed for judiciously adding a few whiplashes while pony rides?
Migoz2
Senator
And here is a useful demonstration of a sybian in action.If anyone is curious what a sybian might be, I had to ask Google, and oh my, what an appropriate sex toy for ponies!
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TheLimey
Governor
Chapter 14
John grabbed another glass of champagne from a tray placed on the bar, and took a sip, before he stepped outside onto the sundeck of the yacht, where the collected pony teams were all milling around and talking.
When he had first found out that Monique had a yacht, he'd formed a certain image in his head, based on everything he knew about her, but when he and Monique, plus their already naked ponies had helicoptered over at Dawn to get everything set for the challenge, he'd seen he just wasn't thinking on the right scale.
The ship was huge, a beautiful thing of polished steel, glass and fine wood. They had been given a quick tour, Monique's own stateroom, various guest rooms, the well appointed gym, and the spaces they would use today. The sundeck, towards the bow, where everyone would gather at first, as they got underway and set sail, and finally the aft deck.
There were two women waiting for them there, both dressed alike in dark blue shorts and white polo shirts, with the name of the ship embroidered on the chest. Monique had introduced them as 'special' members of the crew, who would now take Adanna and Luci, and get them ready for their challenge.
John had been shown a stateroom for himself, close to Monique's own, where a set of clothes were in the bed waiting for him, dark blue shorts, and a black polo. Under the ship's name, there was more embroidery, 'Master John, Barbados 2024, Winning Owner' underlined with a stylized coiled buggy whip.
The helicopter had flown back and forth a few times, and John had watched the various teams ushered along the gangway alongside his guest cabin, the glass designed so he could see out, but they couldn't see in.
Now they were underway, sailing slowly in the lee of the island, on calm, windless seas, and the fore sun deck was full of the teams, each team dressed alike in white polos and shorts, all talking about the events of the last few days. He accepted the congratulations of all the owners, congratulated the team from Brazil, the only other team who ran in each event. There was some talk about his brave call to stop for water, and how the race went after that, and he fended off the inevitable question about where Luci was.
Finally, Monique came out onto the deck, dressed in black shorts and a white blouse, tied across her midriff.
'Thank you all, mes amis, for being here these last few days. We have truly seen the best pony teams from across the Americas, and have seen the rise of an international team in John and his pony.'
There was a smattering of applause, led by Monique, and John raised his glass to acknowledge it.
'It is only right that we should award the victors with medals, and so, I would ask you all to follow me to the aft deck, where the winning team will receive their medals.'
Monique turned, but not before she guestured for John to join her at the front of the crowd, leading them through the yacht, until they stepped onto the aft deck.
The crowd took a collective intake of breath as they all spilled out onto the deck, all except John, who couldn't help but let out a muttered 'Oh, damn...' as he took in the vision before him.
The deck had railings along the sides and along the far edge. Luci was in the port side corner, backed up against the stanchion on the corner. She was kneeling, held that way by a steel collar around her neck, fixed to the stanchion. Her arms were pulled behind her back, cuffed togther.Between her legs was a black leather saddle shaped device, the Sybian that would torture here until she cried out for it to stop.
Not that she could cry out right now. Her mouth was filled with a red ball gag, buckled tightly behind her head, drool flowing from her mouth to mix with the sweat that already sheened her skin. He glanced over at Adanna, seeing a mirror image of Luci.
Monique waved at the scene in front of her. 'Mes amis.. I present to you, the winner and runner up!'
John grabbed another glass of champagne from a tray placed on the bar, and took a sip, before he stepped outside onto the sundeck of the yacht, where the collected pony teams were all milling around and talking.
When he had first found out that Monique had a yacht, he'd formed a certain image in his head, based on everything he knew about her, but when he and Monique, plus their already naked ponies had helicoptered over at Dawn to get everything set for the challenge, he'd seen he just wasn't thinking on the right scale.
The ship was huge, a beautiful thing of polished steel, glass and fine wood. They had been given a quick tour, Monique's own stateroom, various guest rooms, the well appointed gym, and the spaces they would use today. The sundeck, towards the bow, where everyone would gather at first, as they got underway and set sail, and finally the aft deck.
There were two women waiting for them there, both dressed alike in dark blue shorts and white polo shirts, with the name of the ship embroidered on the chest. Monique had introduced them as 'special' members of the crew, who would now take Adanna and Luci, and get them ready for their challenge.
John had been shown a stateroom for himself, close to Monique's own, where a set of clothes were in the bed waiting for him, dark blue shorts, and a black polo. Under the ship's name, there was more embroidery, 'Master John, Barbados 2024, Winning Owner' underlined with a stylized coiled buggy whip.
The helicopter had flown back and forth a few times, and John had watched the various teams ushered along the gangway alongside his guest cabin, the glass designed so he could see out, but they couldn't see in.
Now they were underway, sailing slowly in the lee of the island, on calm, windless seas, and the fore sun deck was full of the teams, each team dressed alike in white polos and shorts, all talking about the events of the last few days. He accepted the congratulations of all the owners, congratulated the team from Brazil, the only other team who ran in each event. There was some talk about his brave call to stop for water, and how the race went after that, and he fended off the inevitable question about where Luci was.
Finally, Monique came out onto the deck, dressed in black shorts and a white blouse, tied across her midriff.
'Thank you all, mes amis, for being here these last few days. We have truly seen the best pony teams from across the Americas, and have seen the rise of an international team in John and his pony.'
There was a smattering of applause, led by Monique, and John raised his glass to acknowledge it.
'It is only right that we should award the victors with medals, and so, I would ask you all to follow me to the aft deck, where the winning team will receive their medals.'
Monique turned, but not before she guestured for John to join her at the front of the crowd, leading them through the yacht, until they stepped onto the aft deck.
The crowd took a collective intake of breath as they all spilled out onto the deck, all except John, who couldn't help but let out a muttered 'Oh, damn...' as he took in the vision before him.
The deck had railings along the sides and along the far edge. Luci was in the port side corner, backed up against the stanchion on the corner. She was kneeling, held that way by a steel collar around her neck, fixed to the stanchion. Her arms were pulled behind her back, cuffed togther.Between her legs was a black leather saddle shaped device, the Sybian that would torture here until she cried out for it to stop.
Not that she could cry out right now. Her mouth was filled with a red ball gag, buckled tightly behind her head, drool flowing from her mouth to mix with the sweat that already sheened her skin. He glanced over at Adanna, seeing a mirror image of Luci.
Monique waved at the scene in front of her. 'Mes amis.. I present to you, the winner and runner up!'
I have never understood the concept of the Ponygirl.
This story is truly since a time on my to do list. Good, that you remind me.
When you wish, we can remove the not story postings.
TheLimey
Governor
Chapter 15
John walked over to Luci, ignoring the sounds of astonishment coming from the other teams. He crouched in front of her, noticing that the Sybian was actually on, but at a very low setting. Closer up, he could see the pleading in her eyes, the tension in her muscles, see the sweat droplets run down her chest, the rhythm of her breath.The top of the Sybian was slick with sweat, drool, and the obvious signs of her arousal.
The two girls who had taken charge of Luci and Adanna when they got on board were stood between the two slaves, and John turned to look at the closest.
'Have they come yet?'
'Mistress Monique requested that once chained in place, they were to be kept on the edge of orgasm.' She checked her watch. 'Around thirty minutes now, Sir..'
John chuckled. 'No wonder you look so desperate, Luci,' he said, tracing a line through the sweat on her chest with a finger, brining a muffled moan from behind the ball gag.
Monique had a show woman's timing. She let the initial hubbub subside before she continued.
'Mes amis, you may all come and congratulate these two ponies shortly, but for now, we should present the medals.'
The girl closest to Adanna moved forward and presented an ornate rosewood box to Monique, who beckoned John to approach.
'If you would do the honours for Adanna, John. I will do the same for Luci.'
Monique pulled out a silver medal, and John had to marvel at her cruel ingenuity. The medals were not on ribbons, but were hung from silver chains, each end terminated by a clamp. John knew that as soon as the clamps were closed around Luci and Adanna's rock hard nipples, they would explode in the first of what was sure to be many orgasms.
John walked over to Adanna, seeing the same desperation in her face as on Luci. At a word from Monique, the girl unbuckled the ball gag, a string of drool following it as it was lifted away from the Adanna's mouth. He heard Luci's voice for the first time. 'Please..,..Mistress......I need it...'
John held up the medal and the clamps. 'What about you Adanna?'
Her voice was a hoarse whisper. 'Master.... please....'
John looked over at Monique.Her voice was clear, the other teams having fallen silent as they realized what they were about to see. 'On the count of three...'
'Un.....deux....'
John snapped the clover clamps in place around Adanna's nipples, Monique doing the same almost simultaneously to Luci. At the same time, the crew members revved the sybians, and the two slaves both came explosively. John watched, fascinated, as the russet skinned beauty in front of him bucked and writhed in her bondage, and wordless cry escaping her lips. A pool of her own squirt started to form on either side of the Sybian, and John could swear that for a moment, her eyes rolled back into her head.
From the other side, he heard Monique cry out 'Magnifique' as Luci strained against the metal collar, his slave screaming out 'Ffffuuuuucccckkkk!' as the orgasm tore through her.
Monique gave a curt nod, and the two crew members turned a dial on the controls and John realized just what the two slaves were going to be subjected to. The Sybians were now set to a program, a randomiser, that would raise and lower the intensity in a way that had no pattern, or none that the orgasm ravaged brains of either Adanna or Luci could work out.
Already, Luci was being forced into another orgasm, as Monique beckoned over to the other teams. This was going to be a long afternoon for both of the slaves, John felt certain.
-*-
John had watched, fascinated, during the course of... Well, he didn't know how long. By his count, Adanna must have been on her fifth orgasm by now, and Luci, his Luci, was maybe one ahead of that.
During that time, he had seen so many reactions from the other teams. Some had seemed almost embarrassed by the scene in front of them. They had hardly looked at the naked slaves in front of them, an attitude John didn't quite understand. They had shaken his hand, congratulated him, then had been flown off the yacht by helicopter.
Others had been more enthusiastic. Steve in particular had been quite raucous in his conversation, all 'Goddamn, John, if y'all ever want to get rid of Luci, I'll give you a good price,' something John wasn't entirely certain was a joke.
Then there were the Brazilians. The pony had knelt down in front of both Adanna and Luci in turn, watched as they random program had started to ramp up, to drive both to another shattering orgasm. Only then had they leaned in, caressing, holding, and kissing each slave as they came.
Now though, it as only the two crew members, Monique and himself on the aft deck. Monique turned to him.
'See how they have both retreated inside themselves, John. Each new orgasm must be agony, and ecstacy at the same time. They have withdrawn into their submission, into their need for pain.' She had a feral glint in her eyes. 'The next few days will be quite a test for both of our slaves, I will make sure of that.'
She nodded at the two crew members, who finally turned the Sybians off.They worked to undo the collars, John and Monique catching their exhausted slaves to prevent them from falling.
Once fully released, John had scooped Luci up in his arms, feeling the sweat soak through his shirt as he held her.
She slowly stirred. 'J..John.... Sir.....'
'It's ok Luci, my love, you're done for now.'
John walked over to Luci, ignoring the sounds of astonishment coming from the other teams. He crouched in front of her, noticing that the Sybian was actually on, but at a very low setting. Closer up, he could see the pleading in her eyes, the tension in her muscles, see the sweat droplets run down her chest, the rhythm of her breath.The top of the Sybian was slick with sweat, drool, and the obvious signs of her arousal.
The two girls who had taken charge of Luci and Adanna when they got on board were stood between the two slaves, and John turned to look at the closest.
'Have they come yet?'
'Mistress Monique requested that once chained in place, they were to be kept on the edge of orgasm.' She checked her watch. 'Around thirty minutes now, Sir..'
John chuckled. 'No wonder you look so desperate, Luci,' he said, tracing a line through the sweat on her chest with a finger, brining a muffled moan from behind the ball gag.
Monique had a show woman's timing. She let the initial hubbub subside before she continued.
'Mes amis, you may all come and congratulate these two ponies shortly, but for now, we should present the medals.'
The girl closest to Adanna moved forward and presented an ornate rosewood box to Monique, who beckoned John to approach.
'If you would do the honours for Adanna, John. I will do the same for Luci.'
Monique pulled out a silver medal, and John had to marvel at her cruel ingenuity. The medals were not on ribbons, but were hung from silver chains, each end terminated by a clamp. John knew that as soon as the clamps were closed around Luci and Adanna's rock hard nipples, they would explode in the first of what was sure to be many orgasms.
John walked over to Adanna, seeing the same desperation in her face as on Luci. At a word from Monique, the girl unbuckled the ball gag, a string of drool following it as it was lifted away from the Adanna's mouth. He heard Luci's voice for the first time. 'Please..,..Mistress......I need it...'
John held up the medal and the clamps. 'What about you Adanna?'
Her voice was a hoarse whisper. 'Master.... please....'
John looked over at Monique.Her voice was clear, the other teams having fallen silent as they realized what they were about to see. 'On the count of three...'
'Un.....deux....'
John snapped the clover clamps in place around Adanna's nipples, Monique doing the same almost simultaneously to Luci. At the same time, the crew members revved the sybians, and the two slaves both came explosively. John watched, fascinated, as the russet skinned beauty in front of him bucked and writhed in her bondage, and wordless cry escaping her lips. A pool of her own squirt started to form on either side of the Sybian, and John could swear that for a moment, her eyes rolled back into her head.
From the other side, he heard Monique cry out 'Magnifique' as Luci strained against the metal collar, his slave screaming out 'Ffffuuuuucccckkkk!' as the orgasm tore through her.
Monique gave a curt nod, and the two crew members turned a dial on the controls and John realized just what the two slaves were going to be subjected to. The Sybians were now set to a program, a randomiser, that would raise and lower the intensity in a way that had no pattern, or none that the orgasm ravaged brains of either Adanna or Luci could work out.
Already, Luci was being forced into another orgasm, as Monique beckoned over to the other teams. This was going to be a long afternoon for both of the slaves, John felt certain.
-*-
John had watched, fascinated, during the course of... Well, he didn't know how long. By his count, Adanna must have been on her fifth orgasm by now, and Luci, his Luci, was maybe one ahead of that.
During that time, he had seen so many reactions from the other teams. Some had seemed almost embarrassed by the scene in front of them. They had hardly looked at the naked slaves in front of them, an attitude John didn't quite understand. They had shaken his hand, congratulated him, then had been flown off the yacht by helicopter.
Others had been more enthusiastic. Steve in particular had been quite raucous in his conversation, all 'Goddamn, John, if y'all ever want to get rid of Luci, I'll give you a good price,' something John wasn't entirely certain was a joke.
Then there were the Brazilians. The pony had knelt down in front of both Adanna and Luci in turn, watched as they random program had started to ramp up, to drive both to another shattering orgasm. Only then had they leaned in, caressing, holding, and kissing each slave as they came.
Now though, it as only the two crew members, Monique and himself on the aft deck. Monique turned to him.
'See how they have both retreated inside themselves, John. Each new orgasm must be agony, and ecstacy at the same time. They have withdrawn into their submission, into their need for pain.' She had a feral glint in her eyes. 'The next few days will be quite a test for both of our slaves, I will make sure of that.'
She nodded at the two crew members, who finally turned the Sybians off.They worked to undo the collars, John and Monique catching their exhausted slaves to prevent them from falling.
Once fully released, John had scooped Luci up in his arms, feeling the sweat soak through his shirt as he held her.
She slowly stirred. 'J..John.... Sir.....'
'It's ok Luci, my love, you're done for now.'
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TheLimey
Governor
Chapter 16
The cages were surrounded by burning torches, and John could smell something grassy as he walked towards the cage that held Luci.
They had helicoptered back from the yacht a few hours ago, joined by he two female crew members, finally introduced as Corinne and Amber. Monique had explained they would be taking an active part in the slave trials, Luci's and Adanna's guards.
They had gone into action once they had arrived back at the estate, leading the two slaves away towards the stables by chains attached to collars around their necks. John and Monique had walked together towards the house.
The cages were already in place between the pool and the stables, and they had stopped to examine them on their walk. Each cage was simply a cube constructed of iron bands woven widely spaced lattice, and can't have been much more that three foot a side. Right now, they were on the ground, one side open as a way of putting the slaves in, but he could see the sturdy wooden frame that arched over both cages, and the chains and pulleys that would hold the cages in the air once occupied.
Monique had explained everything over dinner. The cages were deliberately built so small, so the slaves could not stretch out and get comfortable on a night, testing their endurance over the entire trial. They would be given adequate food, but they would not be permitted to bathe, only hosed down at the start of each day. If a framework was needed for one of the trials, the slaves would construct it themselves, building the very things they would be chained to. The whole trial was designed to wear out Luci and Adanna out, their only escape being to give up.
The conversation concerned John. He needed to be sure that Luci knew what she was letting herself into, so here he was, after the meal, walking up to the now raised cages.
Luci was in the cage on his right. She was sort of sat, slumped a little, her shoulders and head against the back of the cage, her legs stretched out as much as they could be, knees slightly bent. Her wrists were chained to the top of the cage, holding them out either side of her head.
'Good Evening, slave.'
'Mmm... I thought you'd be along before to long, Sir.'
'How are you feeling, Luci?'
'Tired, sore.... and incredibly horny.' She pulled at the chains. 'That's why they've done this. So we can't touch ourselves in the night.' She looked at John in the flickering light of the torches. 'You're here to say more than "How are you feeling," aren't you?'
John nodded.
'You're here to ask me if I really wanna do this. You talked to Lady Monique over dinner, and you're worried.'
'Got it in one.'
'Then stop worrying, John.' There was a note of exasperation in her voice. 'The two girls explained how this week is going to go. I'm going to be worked, physically, sexually, mentally. I going to sweat, cry, scream and when allowed, I'm going to come.'
'And I'm going to fucking love it.' She licked her lips. 'When they put me on that Sybian today, I had to dig so deep. Each successive orgasm hurt more, but that made each one feel so fucking good. I told you at Marie's that when I feel like that, it's a better high than anything I've done before. You have done that to me in the past, Sir. When you made me pull that plough, just days after we met, you pushed me into that place, lots of other times too.'
She paused. 'I love being your pony, Sir,and I never want that to go away, but I know that sometimes, it holds you back. You'd rather not whip me as much as you want, in case you affect how I run. You love the way ponies look when their nipples are pierced, but you've never done it to me.'
'I love you, Sir,, so I'm making a present of myself to you. Now, forever. Every bead of sweat, every cry of pain this next week is a gift to you.'
She fell silent, and looked at John. He didn't see fear in her face. She wasn't scared of him saying no. She knew him better than him knew himself.
'You're right, slave. I do hold back, I've been afraid of hurting you, of losing you. Now I see I shouldn't have worried.' He leaned in close. 'I'd thought in the past about having my initials tattooed on you somewhere, maybe on your thigh.'
He watched her breathing grow shallow, watched the muscles of her stomach ripple.
'The very last thing that you will undergo in this trial, will be a sign that I accept your gift, that you are mine....'
She interrupted him instantly. 'I will wear your brand with pride, Master.'
The cages were surrounded by burning torches, and John could smell something grassy as he walked towards the cage that held Luci.
They had helicoptered back from the yacht a few hours ago, joined by he two female crew members, finally introduced as Corinne and Amber. Monique had explained they would be taking an active part in the slave trials, Luci's and Adanna's guards.
They had gone into action once they had arrived back at the estate, leading the two slaves away towards the stables by chains attached to collars around their necks. John and Monique had walked together towards the house.
The cages were already in place between the pool and the stables, and they had stopped to examine them on their walk. Each cage was simply a cube constructed of iron bands woven widely spaced lattice, and can't have been much more that three foot a side. Right now, they were on the ground, one side open as a way of putting the slaves in, but he could see the sturdy wooden frame that arched over both cages, and the chains and pulleys that would hold the cages in the air once occupied.
Monique had explained everything over dinner. The cages were deliberately built so small, so the slaves could not stretch out and get comfortable on a night, testing their endurance over the entire trial. They would be given adequate food, but they would not be permitted to bathe, only hosed down at the start of each day. If a framework was needed for one of the trials, the slaves would construct it themselves, building the very things they would be chained to. The whole trial was designed to wear out Luci and Adanna out, their only escape being to give up.
The conversation concerned John. He needed to be sure that Luci knew what she was letting herself into, so here he was, after the meal, walking up to the now raised cages.
Luci was in the cage on his right. She was sort of sat, slumped a little, her shoulders and head against the back of the cage, her legs stretched out as much as they could be, knees slightly bent. Her wrists were chained to the top of the cage, holding them out either side of her head.
'Good Evening, slave.'
'Mmm... I thought you'd be along before to long, Sir.'
'How are you feeling, Luci?'
'Tired, sore.... and incredibly horny.' She pulled at the chains. 'That's why they've done this. So we can't touch ourselves in the night.' She looked at John in the flickering light of the torches. 'You're here to say more than "How are you feeling," aren't you?'
John nodded.
'You're here to ask me if I really wanna do this. You talked to Lady Monique over dinner, and you're worried.'
'Got it in one.'
'Then stop worrying, John.' There was a note of exasperation in her voice. 'The two girls explained how this week is going to go. I'm going to be worked, physically, sexually, mentally. I going to sweat, cry, scream and when allowed, I'm going to come.'
'And I'm going to fucking love it.' She licked her lips. 'When they put me on that Sybian today, I had to dig so deep. Each successive orgasm hurt more, but that made each one feel so fucking good. I told you at Marie's that when I feel like that, it's a better high than anything I've done before. You have done that to me in the past, Sir. When you made me pull that plough, just days after we met, you pushed me into that place, lots of other times too.'
She paused. 'I love being your pony, Sir,and I never want that to go away, but I know that sometimes, it holds you back. You'd rather not whip me as much as you want, in case you affect how I run. You love the way ponies look when their nipples are pierced, but you've never done it to me.'
'I love you, Sir,, so I'm making a present of myself to you. Now, forever. Every bead of sweat, every cry of pain this next week is a gift to you.'
She fell silent, and looked at John. He didn't see fear in her face. She wasn't scared of him saying no. She knew him better than him knew himself.
'You're right, slave. I do hold back, I've been afraid of hurting you, of losing you. Now I see I shouldn't have worried.' He leaned in close. 'I'd thought in the past about having my initials tattooed on you somewhere, maybe on your thigh.'
He watched her breathing grow shallow, watched the muscles of her stomach ripple.
'The very last thing that you will undergo in this trial, will be a sign that I accept your gift, that you are mine....'
She interrupted him instantly. 'I will wear your brand with pride, Master.'
TheLimey
Governor
Thank you so much. This is going to get a little more extreme as Luci's challenge carries on.
TheLimey
Governor
Chapter 17
John dressed carefully the next day. It was cooler than on the final day of the races, but he knew that he needed to be there for Luci every moment of the next few days, to witness her gift to him.
Her gift. Her submission. Her self.
He put on jodhpurs, boots and a plain shirt, along with a broad brimmed hat he had found in a box on the table outside his guest quarters, and walked up the steps to the terrace. It was early, but Monique was already there, awaiting for him at a table set for two, with coffee, fruit and cold meats already laid out.
Monique smiled and stood as he approached, dressed in a similar fashion.
'Corinne tells me that you talked a while with your slave last night. I trust everything is good?'
John paused. 'More than good. This will be a transformative experience for both Luci and myself.'
Monique paused over her cafe au lait. 'I an intrigued, John. Tell me, what will be transformed.'
'Luci has always been a pony first, and a slave second. No longer. Last night she gave herself to me, totally.'
Monique smiled. 'Ahh, cheri! My congratulations! You are truly a lucky man!' She sipped her coffee then carried on. 'There was a certain something I could see in Luci from the start, something very rare. Adanna has it as well, but of all the other ponies, only Isabella had a modicum of it.' She looked at John intently. 'Will you mark your slave?'
John nodded. 'Monique, is there anyway you can have my initials turned into a brand?'
'Mon Dieu, she will accept that?
'Monique, I didn't need to spell it out! I was about to say it when she was already saying yes!'
She nodded. 'Let us talk as we watch the slaves today. I think I can get it arranged.'
-*-
Luci's head snapped back and she cried out as Corinne's whip lashed out, catching a sharp blow across her shoulders, causing her to drop the spade for a moment. Corrine pulled back for a second strike, but Luci quickly grabbed the tool again, digging it in to break up the soil in front of her.
John checked his watch. Three hours. That's how long Luci and Adanna had been labouring. Three hours since he and Monique had watched, as the task had been explained to the two slaves.
They both needed to erect a wooden frame, a squared off 'n' shape, the verticals sunk into the ground to the right depth so the frame was secure. John had watched as Adanna and Luci had constructed the frames on the ground, then started to break up the ground using pickaxes in order to start making the holes for the uprights, all the while encouraged by Amber and Corrine, and their whips.
He had to admit, it was a cunning idea. The sweat, pain, and tears of the slaves today would only be amplified over the days that the frames, the scaffolds, would be used.
The soil they were digging into was dry, as this was the dry season in Barbados, so their work was generating an amount of reddish dust, which was soon sticking to the two slaves' sweat slick skin. John looked at Adanna in front of him, seeing how the runnels of sweat from her armpits, and between her breasts, were leaving streaks in the dirt on her skin.
'Tools down! Water Break!' Corinne called, and the two slaves scrambled to get into the position they had been taught, knelt on the ground, legs spread, hands behinds their back, and head down. John took the opportunity to walk over to Luci, circling her, examining her heaving chest, noting the weals on her back. The two overseers were not sparing in their cruelty, amply demonstrated now as Corinne pulled Luci's head back by the hair. Luci gasped, then opened her mouth wide whilst Corinne poured water into it from a ladle, once, twice, three times, Luci spluttering as the water hit her throat.
She coughed, then shouted out the words. 'Thank you Mistress!'
'More than you deserve, cunt,' replied Corinne, leaving John to wonder if she might have been a drill instructor at some point.
John looked at the two holes she had dug. One was already deep enough, and Luci was well on the way to getting the second one done. He knew she was ahead of Adanna in terms of progress, based purely on the number of times the whip had been used on her, but he knew both had a long way to go yet.
'Break over, move your lazy arses!'
John dressed carefully the next day. It was cooler than on the final day of the races, but he knew that he needed to be there for Luci every moment of the next few days, to witness her gift to him.
Her gift. Her submission. Her self.
He put on jodhpurs, boots and a plain shirt, along with a broad brimmed hat he had found in a box on the table outside his guest quarters, and walked up the steps to the terrace. It was early, but Monique was already there, awaiting for him at a table set for two, with coffee, fruit and cold meats already laid out.
Monique smiled and stood as he approached, dressed in a similar fashion.
'Corinne tells me that you talked a while with your slave last night. I trust everything is good?'
John paused. 'More than good. This will be a transformative experience for both Luci and myself.'
Monique paused over her cafe au lait. 'I an intrigued, John. Tell me, what will be transformed.'
'Luci has always been a pony first, and a slave second. No longer. Last night she gave herself to me, totally.'
Monique smiled. 'Ahh, cheri! My congratulations! You are truly a lucky man!' She sipped her coffee then carried on. 'There was a certain something I could see in Luci from the start, something very rare. Adanna has it as well, but of all the other ponies, only Isabella had a modicum of it.' She looked at John intently. 'Will you mark your slave?'
John nodded. 'Monique, is there anyway you can have my initials turned into a brand?'
'Mon Dieu, she will accept that?
'Monique, I didn't need to spell it out! I was about to say it when she was already saying yes!'
She nodded. 'Let us talk as we watch the slaves today. I think I can get it arranged.'
-*-
Luci's head snapped back and she cried out as Corinne's whip lashed out, catching a sharp blow across her shoulders, causing her to drop the spade for a moment. Corrine pulled back for a second strike, but Luci quickly grabbed the tool again, digging it in to break up the soil in front of her.
John checked his watch. Three hours. That's how long Luci and Adanna had been labouring. Three hours since he and Monique had watched, as the task had been explained to the two slaves.
They both needed to erect a wooden frame, a squared off 'n' shape, the verticals sunk into the ground to the right depth so the frame was secure. John had watched as Adanna and Luci had constructed the frames on the ground, then started to break up the ground using pickaxes in order to start making the holes for the uprights, all the while encouraged by Amber and Corrine, and their whips.
He had to admit, it was a cunning idea. The sweat, pain, and tears of the slaves today would only be amplified over the days that the frames, the scaffolds, would be used.
The soil they were digging into was dry, as this was the dry season in Barbados, so their work was generating an amount of reddish dust, which was soon sticking to the two slaves' sweat slick skin. John looked at Adanna in front of him, seeing how the runnels of sweat from her armpits, and between her breasts, were leaving streaks in the dirt on her skin.
'Tools down! Water Break!' Corinne called, and the two slaves scrambled to get into the position they had been taught, knelt on the ground, legs spread, hands behinds their back, and head down. John took the opportunity to walk over to Luci, circling her, examining her heaving chest, noting the weals on her back. The two overseers were not sparing in their cruelty, amply demonstrated now as Corinne pulled Luci's head back by the hair. Luci gasped, then opened her mouth wide whilst Corinne poured water into it from a ladle, once, twice, three times, Luci spluttering as the water hit her throat.
She coughed, then shouted out the words. 'Thank you Mistress!'
'More than you deserve, cunt,' replied Corinne, leaving John to wonder if she might have been a drill instructor at some point.
John looked at the two holes she had dug. One was already deep enough, and Luci was well on the way to getting the second one done. He knew she was ahead of Adanna in terms of progress, based purely on the number of times the whip had been used on her, but he knew both had a long way to go yet.
'Break over, move your lazy arses!'
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TheLimey
Governor
Chapter 18
John pushed on the frame, feeling how sturdy it was, then took a sip at the glass of scotch he had in his other hand.
The sun was setting behind him. He still wasn't quite used to how quickly sunset happened in the Tropics, but he was glad he was here, rather than freezing in the UK. He knew Luci was happy to be here.
He'd stopped by her in her cage on his way over here. She had been posed pretty much as she had been the previous night, still chained by the wrists.
Unlike the previous night, she was filthy, her hair matted with sweat and dust, her body streaked with it. He'd been surprised that he found it a huge turn on, as she muzzily described how she'd felt during the erecting of the frame, her voice echoing the exhaustion her body showed.
She'd noticed the look on his face, and openly called him on it. 'You like this, don't you? Your filthy slave. Maybe you should have me break rocks on the moors, dressed in rags..'
For that, John had reached up under the cage, slipping two fingers easily into her sopping wet cunt. 'Not the only one who likes that idea,' he retorted, before bringing her close, but not quite to the point of orgasm, before bidding her a good night, her moans as she realized that she wasn't going to get to come ringing in his ears.
He heard someone coming up behind him, and turned expecting to see Monique, but instead it was Corinne. She was dressed in shorts and shirt, her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. She had a beer in one hand, and she took a quick pull from it
'Good Evening, Sir. Inspecting their work?' She had what could be described as a Mid Atlantic accent, neither English nor American, but leaning towards the latter.
'Looks pretty solid.' John replied.
'It'll need to be. They will be spending the better part of the next three days tied to these in some way.'
John put his hand in one of the holes that were in the uprights. ' What are these for?'
'We'll put bars in these, use them for support, or for additional ways of attaching the slaves to the frame. You'll see in a coupla days.'
John sipped at his scotch. 'Corinne, have you tested Adanna like this before?'
She shook a hand back and forth. 'This is the first head to head test I've ever done, but I've put Adanna through the wringer before. Monique told us to go past anything that's we've done to her before, and just see how much your slave can take.' She took another pull at her beer. 'So far, I'm pretty impressed.'
'Good. Don't hold back simply because Luci's an unknown quantity. She wants this.'
Corinne nodded, turned, and started back towards the house.
John pushed on the frame, feeling how sturdy it was, then took a sip at the glass of scotch he had in his other hand.
The sun was setting behind him. He still wasn't quite used to how quickly sunset happened in the Tropics, but he was glad he was here, rather than freezing in the UK. He knew Luci was happy to be here.
He'd stopped by her in her cage on his way over here. She had been posed pretty much as she had been the previous night, still chained by the wrists.
Unlike the previous night, she was filthy, her hair matted with sweat and dust, her body streaked with it. He'd been surprised that he found it a huge turn on, as she muzzily described how she'd felt during the erecting of the frame, her voice echoing the exhaustion her body showed.
She'd noticed the look on his face, and openly called him on it. 'You like this, don't you? Your filthy slave. Maybe you should have me break rocks on the moors, dressed in rags..'
For that, John had reached up under the cage, slipping two fingers easily into her sopping wet cunt. 'Not the only one who likes that idea,' he retorted, before bringing her close, but not quite to the point of orgasm, before bidding her a good night, her moans as she realized that she wasn't going to get to come ringing in his ears.
He heard someone coming up behind him, and turned expecting to see Monique, but instead it was Corinne. She was dressed in shorts and shirt, her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. She had a beer in one hand, and she took a quick pull from it
'Good Evening, Sir. Inspecting their work?' She had what could be described as a Mid Atlantic accent, neither English nor American, but leaning towards the latter.
'Looks pretty solid.' John replied.
'It'll need to be. They will be spending the better part of the next three days tied to these in some way.'
John put his hand in one of the holes that were in the uprights. ' What are these for?'
'We'll put bars in these, use them for support, or for additional ways of attaching the slaves to the frame. You'll see in a coupla days.'
John sipped at his scotch. 'Corinne, have you tested Adanna like this before?'
She shook a hand back and forth. 'This is the first head to head test I've ever done, but I've put Adanna through the wringer before. Monique told us to go past anything that's we've done to her before, and just see how much your slave can take.' She took another pull at her beer. 'So far, I'm pretty impressed.'
'Good. Don't hold back simply because Luci's an unknown quantity. She wants this.'
Corinne nodded, turned, and started back towards the house.