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Hippos - Part 6 (MF, S&M, bond)
by Anonymous (c) 1994

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THE BREEDING SHED

     Daisychain's disappearance took quite a while for me to get
used to. However, she was not the only one to vanish. A few weeks
later, another one of my stablemates was gone. A very defiant
creature by the name of Indigo had been taken away in the middle
of the night. Indigo had brought it upon himself. He resisted
training at every opportunity. His body had countless stripes from
trainers' whips, and his mouth had cuts where he was constantly
trying to work on his bit in hopeless attempts to remove it. 
     Obviously, John and Paula decided that he was not capable of
being trained. I did not have the feelings of loss as I did with
Daisychain, but I was still uneasy at the thought that something
drastic was done.

     The "work horse" training was reduced, and Martha concentrated
on the "show ring" and trotting talents that I had shown. Some
horses are meant for work, others for show, and others for racing.
The same principle applied here as well.

     I had also noticed changes in my body. The muscles in my lower
extremities were much larger and powerful than when I first
started. At the same time, my arm muscles were rather weak from
disuse. From time to time, they would be exercised but for the most
part they were considered unimportant appendages.

     I also noticed that Paula was keeping a closer eye on me.
During training sessions she would stay and observe me far longer
than any of the others. At first I was flattered, as I thought that
she was impressed with my progress. Then as she began hanging
around my stall, I knew that she had something else in mind.

     Martha and some of the other groom/trainers decided to go out
together for a party. Martha was at first hesitant, but Paula
persuaded her that after all her hard work, she deserved a night
off. After dark, when everyone had gone, Paula came to my stall.

     She produced a pair of reins and secured them to my bridle.
We left the stable and walked down one of the dirt roads. There was
no moon out, so occasionally I would stumble because I couldn't see
anything. Paula had a flashlight, so she had no problems in finding
her way.

     We came to the door of a small white building. Paula looked
around and opened the door. Once inside she closed the door, and
set the light next to a canvas bag that lay by a post.

     I looked around as best I could. A small platform was in the
middle of the building. A wood panel with a window was off to the
left of the platform. Numerous leather straps were attached to the
platform. This was a breeding shed!

     I stared at Paula then I tried to back away. Paula was just
too strong for me and before you know it, I was secured on the
platform. Once I was strapped in, Paula would use her riding crop
and strike me wherever she thought I could work myself loose. If
the strap moved, she would tighten it. I was completely immobile!

     I heard the sounds of pants being unzipped and clothing being
removed. I heard a rustling in the direction of the canvas bag. I
turned my head around as best as I could. Paula knew that I
couldn't see and so she walked around so that I would know what she
was doing.

     Paula was totally naked except for a huge dildo around her
waist. Upon a closer look, I could see that it was actual two in
one, with one end inside her pussy! "Like it?" she purred, "I made
a mold from Thundercock and had a special toy built. I've seen how
you looked at him and I wanted you to feel just what it would be
like to be fucked by this monster!"

     She went back to where my ass was well exposed. She placed the
tip at my delicate opening. She then plunged the dildo inside me
with one quick thrust! I felt waves of pain! The thing wasn't even
lubricated. All I felt was this big rubber dick pushing its way in!
I could also feel the trickle of blood as the dildo tore into me!
She was having a good time, pushing and pulling the rubber dick in
and out of me. "Whinny for me little horsey." she taunted, "Maybe
I'll stop if you whinny nice."

     The pain was too much for me to have any pride. From inside
of me came a whinny. "LOUDER!" I whinnyed as hard as I could,
hoping that that would satisfy her.

     "Not too bad, but we've got a long night ahead of us."

     Suddenly, Paula was pulled back by two of the stablehands. She
struggled with them, but she didn't have a chance. John was there,
enraged by what was happening. He slapped her as hard as he could.

     "I TRUSTED YOU! THIS IS HOW YOU SHOW YOUR LOYALTY?" He
screamed at her. Then he looked at me. "GET THE DOC, QUICK! WE GOT
AN EMERGENCY!" One of the other stable hands rushed out of the
shed.

     Soon the doctor arrived and examined me. "There's been some
tearing but nothing that needs hospitalization." he stated. He then
treated the torn muscle and flesh. "Cimarron will need plenty of
rest and care for awhile, but things will heal."

     John then looked at the still helpless Paula. "SO YOU WANT TO
FUCK A HORSE DO YOU?" He then looked at the stablehands and
said,"TAKE HER TO BUILDING EIGHT!"

     Paula's eyes widened in horror! "NO! PLEASE NOT THAT!
DON'T..."
     John then gave her the back of his hand with such force it
knocked her senseless. The stablehands then dragged her away.
Whatever it was, I hoped that she would really suffer!

     Martha came into the shed, crying. She wrapped her arms around
my neck and hugged me. "I'll never let anyone hurt you again!" she
sobbed.

     I knew that she would keep her word.

                           END PART VI