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Hippos - Part 7 (MF, S&M, bond)
by Anonymous (c) 1994
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THE AUCTION
With Martha's care, I quickly healed. The mental anguish of
my ordeal had not gone away however. I was still very sensitive if
anything or anybody other than Martha or the doctor touched me.
Martha kept her word and didn't leave me alone. She obtained
a sleeping bag and made herself at home in my stall. She was the
first thing I saw in the morning and the last thing I saw at night
before I fell asleep.
I no longer required the steel shaft when I was bathed. Martha
was so kind and gentle, I never resisted when she would unharness
me. I would just let my arms hang limp, knowing that she wouldn't
do anything to abuse me.
I was also losing my sense of time. Each day began to blend
in with the next. Each week was like the other. Each month faded
in memory. When I was first placed in the stall, I would mark the
wood door with a scratch from my bit. A mark would be placed for
each day I was confined. I looked at the door. There were thirty-
two marks on the door, but long ago, I had given up marking the
days.
The days were getting cooler though. I could see the leaves
on the trees starting to change color from the bright green, to
various shades of red and yellow. The stablehands were dressing
warmer and a blanket was placed on me at night.
One day, I woke to the sounds of vehicles coming up the road.
I looked through my window to see several cars and trucks being
parked near the stables. Martha had changed clothes. Instead of the
regular riding pants and shirt, she now wore a pair of black
leather riding breeches. A matching leather riding coat and knee-
high boots were also new. A white silk blouse with a low neckline
completed the outfit. The other groom/trainers were similarly
dressed.
A new harness was placed on me. It had silver buckles and
ornamentation. I was being decorated for some special occasion.
My stablemates and I were paraded around the outdoor show ring
in front of about two dozen people. They seemed to be of different
ages, races, and nationalities. Each one was paying careful
attention to what was being shown to them. We were then lined up,
and we were individually presented to the group.
Next, each guest would inspect the horses that they were
interested in. The first to see me was a tall blond woman. She wore
dark glasses which she never took off during the entire time she
was there. She stroked my body and placed her fingers near my rear
opening. I flinched, remembering my experience with Paula.
"Skittish aren't we?" she said and walked over to the next horse.
A distinguished-looking couple were the second ones to inspect
me. They seemed to be more interested in my muscle tone than my
obedience.
I was looked at by a number of the other guests, including a
Japanese businessman and a thirtyish looking couple.
When the inspection was over, the program switched to a
demonstration of the abilities of the horses. Martha would show
just how well I had accepted training by putting me through my
paces. She was confident and I showed that she had every reason to
be. I didn't want to let her down. Not after all she had done for
me.
The "work" horses, especially Coffeecup, were given a rigorous
workout, pulling several large, heavy wagons. he distinguished
couple nodded approvingly.
The trotting races were the last demonstration. I did no
better than anyone else. Princess T was of course, the usual
winner. Her driver had developed her ability to handle sudden
sprints, so that she wouldn't fall into the same trap that Martha
and I sprung.
Finally, I was hitched to a cart and the guests who were most
interested in me were allowed to drive me around the plantation.
I was driven by the blond woman and the Japanese businessman. Both
were not very attentive to me, rather I was treated more like a
commodity.
My final trip was with the thirtyish couple. I was driven down
the roads past the various buildings on the grounds.
I came to the breeding shed. The painful memories came back
and I closed my eyes to try to shut them out. The couple went over
to talk to John who was keeping one eye on what was happening
inside the shed.
The door was open so I looked as hard as I could, wondering
what was going on. To my surprise there was Thundercock! He was
furiously fucking away as two other fillys were waiting their turn.
John said "We're keeping him for breeding purposes." and with a
sound of surprise he continued, "He just can't seem to get enough.
I can't figure out why."
I secretly laughed to myself. "Well Thundercock has finally
found a home!"
We continued down a road that I had never been on before. A
small white building was situated between two small hills. As we
approached I saw the number eight above the door. This was what
horrified Paula! I knew that I just had to see inside. Hopefully
the couple will take me close enough.!
They did. The couple dismounted from the cart and walked
around the other side of the building. Carefully, I moved towards
a window and peeked inside.
What I saw made me understand Paula's terror! Standing in a
stall was Paula. She was in the customary tack but there was a
distinct difference...she had no arms! The powerful arms that had
held me in their powerful grip had been amputated! But there was
more. The beginnings of a real tail could be seen on her backside.
The tissue from her arms were being used to form the tail. Plugs
of hair from her head had been transplanted into the tail, and were
starting to grow. I saw a scar on her throat, her vocal chords had
been surgically altered in some fashion.
The final horror was at the bottoms of her legs. Her feet had
been altered. Instead of human feet she was perched on artificial
hooves! She had now been transformed into a creature more horse
than human! I let vengeful feelings turn into pity; this was a fate
that I didn't want to wish on anyone.
We returned to the stable where once again, I was lined up
with the others. One by one we were lead over to John who acted as
auctioneer.
Each of my stablemates was sold to one of the guests. The
Japanses businessman purchased three, including Princess T and
Zephur. The distinguished couple bought Coffeecup.
Then it was my turn. John started the bidding at $120,000.
Eventually, only three bidders were interested in me: The blond,
the Japanese man, and the thirtyish couple.
The bidding was now at $180,000. Then $190,000, and finally
the blond offered $200,000. The Japanese man smiled and shook his
head. The thirtyish couple conferred, then bid $205,000.
The blond waived her hand as if to say that she gave up. I was
now the property of new owners!
It was time to leave the plantation. The other horses were
being loaded into their new owners' trailers. Martha came up to me,
tears filling her eyes. "Goodbye", she said "I'll miss you." I gave
her a nuzzle then she turned away and ran towards the stable.
As I was loaded into the trailer I heard the scream of
Coffeecup. The distinguished couple had just finished branding him
with a family crest of some type.
It was a several hours' trip before I was finally taken out
of the trailer. I looked around and saw that it was a farm of some
sort, but more of a hobby farm than an actual working farm.
Two teenage girls ran out of the house. The elder one took one
look at me and flung her arms around my neck. "You got one! You got
one!" she exclaimed.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" the couple cried.
The girl took me over to a fence that had a meadow on the
other side of it. She undid my tack. My arms fell to my side.
Although I could, I didn't want to use them, it would have felt
unnatural. She opened the gate and gave me a slap on my rear. I ran
into the meadow.
As the girl watched me, I could see the couple with their arms
around each other, obviously very happy.
I stood there in the meadow. Feeling the sun on my face and
the wind on my mane. I knew that I didn't want anything else in the
world.
My name is Cimarron. Equis...Hippos...Horse
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