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Authors: C. P. Mandara

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His companion was a red-headed male of approximately thirty years of age. He had a youngish face and the biggest blue eyes she had ever seen. He was pretty in a 'boy-next-door' kind of way, and hadn't she been warned against that? Oh, how she wished she had listened to Beauty last night. Why couldn't she remember what had been said?

Just then there was a firm step forward from another party who was wearing crocodile-skinned cowboy boots. How very unique, Jenny thought; this guy would probably be a rival for Lyle in the crazy stakes. He was tall. So tall Jenny couldn't see his face angled in the mirror behind her. Her body, or namely her crotch, was in the way and it wasn't as if it could be moved.

The final man came bursting through the door that others were still trying to exit. Jenny couldn't believe she recognised his legs, but she knew with a certainty that it was him. Expensively tailored trousers with a pristine crease at the front, chic Italian leather loafers and a confident if somewhat rushed stride equalled Mark Matthews. Her body prickled with apprehension.

'For those of you still left in the room, the trainers that have an interest in Miss Redcliff are as follows.

'Sir Lyle, one of Albrecht's most respected senior trainers and winner of the pony girl world racing championships 2012.

'James, a new recruit as of 2014, but shows budding promise with his artistic rope work and bondage.

'Kyle, Albrecht's very own cowboy visiting from the States, already having quite a reputation with the ladies in these parts.

'Mark, who needs little introduction with his tried and tested training methods, which have never failed to deliver the goods.

'So, who will it be, Pretty Pink Petals? This is the only choice you get to make at your all-expenses-paid vacation here at Albrecht, so make sure you consider your choice wisely. Your trainer will be in charge of each and every decision that needs to be made with regards to your progression and wellbeing; whether you choose to become firm friends or mortal enemies, you will be spending a lot of time together in the next few months. It's make-your-mind-up-time, Petal.'

A firm hand gripped the top of Jenny's head and she got more than she bargained for with a close-up shot of one of her dildo pole-vault wielders. A swarthy big nose pressed into hers and he sniffed loudly. Jenny would have screwed up her face in distaste, but the sheer size of him had her holding back. It probably wouldn't do to anger this giant at close quarters. 'All you gotta do is look at the one you want. You say a word and I'll fry your backside for the next two hours. Now be a good horsie.'

The man had dribbled on her face as he spat out his threats. She could feel the thin line of spittle slide down her cheek as his hand brought her head up further, making sure she studied the onlookers.

With an almighty tug of her hair he let her go. Jenny closed her eyes as her hair-endings made their protest known. Not content with cutting it off, most of the people around her seemed to want to pull the remains out, too. Grinding her teeth together, she slowly opened her eyes and in long sweeping motions studied the four men in front of her.

Lyle was a no-brainer with a capital N. She made a quick study of the-boy-next-door and decided that he really was quite cute, standing there in his jeans and sweater. Yep, he was a pretty one all right. Then her eyes made their way up the similarly denim-clad legs of the cowboy, but the similarity stopped there. This one was not simply good-looking, he was stunning: long blond hair, white, open-necked shirt and a tan that could have won Mr Universe. My, oh my. Had Beauty said something about pretty last night? She couldn't be sure. Pretty would not have been an adequate description for cowboy boots, regardless. He was divine in an aquiline, male model or God type of way. As if she hadn't dribbled enough in the past twelve hours, she decided to drool a bit more before her eyes reluctantly sought out the last applicant.

Her body veered towards him like a magnet seeking the North Pole. Mark. He captured her eyes with effortless ease and it was as if she had lost the battle within herself already. She couldn't tear her gaze away. The rugged, beautiful lines of Mark's face and his mesmerising blue eyes were her undoing. His stare had the power to melt her insides and solidify her blood. She could hardly breathe, she couldn't think and she certainly couldn't move her head an inch.

'It seems that Petal has made her choice, ladies and gentlemen.' The auctioneer's leer was wide as he geared himself to announce that Mark Matthews had won the right with which to instruct the most coveted novice in the stables. He had rather a lot of money riding on the fact that Matthews would come home the winner, so he was anxious to name him as quickly as possible: 'The position of trainer for Pretty Pink Petals is awarded to Mark Matthews.'

'No.' The whispered word was not loud enough for anyone to hear, but it bounced around Jenny's head like an angry wasp. She felt pseudo fingers wrap themselves around her neck once more, squeezing the very life out of her, sucking at her consciousness.
This isn't somewhere you end up by chance
. She remembered riding the sybian and his vicious treatment of her as he slapped her face and let her pass out from exhaustion as the pyramid plug ravaged her ass.
You don't get to choose any more. I own your body. I tell it what to do and when to do it
. She recalled his spiteful words to her this morning, watching as she suffered for the second time under the wand.
If I want you to come, I'll say "come", and your body will rush to obey my bidding. You'll be trained to within an inch of your miserable life to do exactly as I say
.

'No,' she whispered again, frightened at the control Mark could easily wield over her. She had no doubt now that he could do exactly as he had foretold. He would dominate her easily, so very easily, and she wouldn't be able to do a thing to stop him. She would fall at his feet.

The clapping in the room, from the few remaining bystanders, had Jenny shaking her head at what had just transpired. The gaze was broken and her face was furious. She focused her attention on Mr Gorgeous and the-boy-next-door. Was it already too late? And who to pick? Pretty or Gorgeous? As if it would make any difference. She would be rescued. She would get out of this place, even if she had to sell her soul to do so.

'No!' she finally managed to scream.

Taking a deep breath she readied her lungs for the last four words she would speak in a very long time.

'I want the blond one with the boots!'

There was a moment of shocked silence before all hell let loose.

 

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A Rough Ride

 

Left with nothing more than two small slits for her eyes and two round holes beneath her nostrils through which to breathe, she haltingly turned her eyes to witness the damage he had wreaked upon her.

She immediately recoiled in horror, for reflected in the mirror before her was a human pony, complete with perky rubberised ears. Hoof-mitts were being worked up her hands and she knew it wouldn't be long before her boots followed suit. Not content with having taken her speech, liberty and free will away, now they wanted to make her look like an animal too!

 

Who will have the pleasure of training Petal? By rights, the honour should go to Mark Matthews, but the cowboy has other plans. The matter is not settled until the stable owner is brought into the fray.

 

It is to be a monumental first week for Albrecht's newest trainee. The pony girl will have two days to find a way of coping with her new latex catsuit and the rigorous buzzing and pumping of the never-ending 'device' which torments her every waking moment. She will then find herself shipped off as a sex-slave, chained and caged, to the mysterious high-bidder from the auction.

 

It doesn't take Petal long to realise that her chances of escaping from Albrecht are slim at best, but her defiant nature won't let her give up hope just yet. There is a way out for her, but she may have to give up more than her sanity in order to achieve it.

 

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Table of Contents

Good Evening

Sweet Dreams Are Not Made of These

Disaster Averted

Glorious

Lightning

Communal Spanking

Angel

Fitted and Bitted

Breakfast

Pretty Pink Petals

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