Evan followed the path of those tears down to her breasts, licking the tears away there, then suckling gently at her incredibly tight nipples, lifting the udder up to latch onto the mare’s teat with as complete a seal as he could, mimicking the way a foal nursed. Mandy drew a deep breath and released it in a choppy, convulsive manner, but she didn’t move or resist, or even whimper, although she certainly wanted to. What he was doing to her made her skin flush hot, and this strange man made her want even more. A sex flush appeared on her chest above where his head was.
“She likes that, Evan,” Aaron said loudly, and there were a few deep chuckles from the men around them.
He switched nipples eagerly, while rolling and pinching the nipple he’d left wet and hard. When she started to breathe heavily, he stopped and stood, moving behind her as Aaron and Ted came to her head, each having exchanged the leather implement for those thin, deadly batons.
“Bend and display,” Ted commanded. Aaron gave a sharp tug on the reins, and she bent over from the waist, legs well spread, supported at the shoulders by their hands so that her breasts hung down beneath her.
As he squatted behind her, Evan clapped his hands and rubbed them together to warm them up, then he placed his palms on her roasted bottom and used his thumbs to gently pull apart her vaginal lips. He wasn’t being in the least hurtful, but Mandy hated the idea that she was being so closely inspected by a man she didn’t even know! A soft whimper escaped her lips, and Ted immediately let fly with his baton on the side and underside of her right breast, lancing welts into her five different times. Then he stood again and went back to supporting her shoulder as if nothing had happened.
Evan hadn’t moved – he still held Mandy spread wide open. She heard something snapping behind her, and felt a slickened, gloved hand reach to the front of the area between her legs to gently pinch and fondle her, deliberately exciting her, feeling along her outer then inner lips, inspecting the rim of her vagina and then very deliberately and slowly removing her pony tail to test and poke at her bottom hole, but not violating it before he stood up and peeled off the glove.
Mandy was incredibly relieved that he had not done something even more mortifying than what she had already been subjected to, like pressing his finger into her bottom or her pussy
… She wanted to sob out loud. How could she stand a lifetime of this?
A few minutes later, he squatted again, using the same thumb-prying technique to pull apart her inner lips. “Yep. She’s responding.”
“Excellent. I kind of thought she would.” Aaron said, helping her back up to attention as a couple of them men whistled upon hearing Evan’s pronouncement.
About ten more men, Mandy guessed, were allowed to grope and fondle and molest and inspect her – some of them knelt behind her and used flashlights to look at her bottom and her pussy, like Aaron had while she was healing from being bred! But finally, it was done, and she was being led back to her stall for some lunch and rest. She was shaking and shivering from reaction and Aaron patted her arm encouragingly. “For a first time, Mandy, you did pretty well.”
The flesh of her breast and bottom wouldn’t necessarily agree with that assessment. Every muscle in her body hurt, too. She wondered if she wasn’t coming down with something, but there was no real way to tell anyone.
Evan stopped Aaron as he and Ted were leading Mandy out of the ring. “Has she had her ob/gyn done yet?”
“Only a baseline when she came in,” Aaron answered, stroking Mandy’s back absently.
“If she’s being bred already, she needs a regular and a pap.”
Ted frowned. “We know. We’ve been trying to get her in, but with her schedule and your schedules, they haven’t meshed yet.”
“How’s this afternoon around two?”
Aaron and Ted looked at each other, each going through Mandy’s schedule in their minds. “Should be okay. See ya then.”
So Mandy was awakened in the middle of her afternoon rest, and strapped into the breeding position within her own stall – head down, arms back, legs splayed apart and genitals on display. Aaron stayed at her head, stroking her cheeks and hair soothingly as Ted hunkered down with Evan to assist if necessary. Mandy heard that now familiar sound of a rubber glove snapping down onto a thick wrist, then she felt him rubbing her clitty again and couldn’t help but respond to it – damn these men knew how to touch a woman!
Suddenly, Aaron’s hands were no longer at her face, they were reaching for her breasts, pinching her teats tightly and milking them, between the two of them and their concentrated efforts at her most sensitive spots she was already breathing hard.
“This one is incredibly responsive!” Mandy could hear the smile in his voice. “You must’ve been having a lot of fun with her – she was like this even after you whipped her good, as I remember.”
There was pride in Aaron’s voice as he answered, “Yes, she’s very sexually responsive. Stubborn sometimes, but she seems to be coming around.”
“Have you had to drug her at all?” They were chatting as if discussing the weather, but each continued to stimulate her purposefully, Evan’s fingers gliding over and over the nub that he kept fully exposed to his eager fingers, pulling back it’s hood with the fingers of his other hand so that she could not escape the feel of him rubbing directly over the tip of her clit.
“That’s it, Mandy, come good for us,” Ted encouraged softly, watching Evan’s hands as if he wanted to learn some new tips.
Digging his fingers into the soft breast-flesh, making sure he massaged every inch of it, Aaron said, “After the initial capture, we’ve only used the occasional fussy pills. She’s been getting so much exercise in training lately that she falls asleep naturally, especially considering how many times during the day she’s brought to orgasm.”
“How many is that, usually?”
Aaron and Ted looked at each other, but Ted spoke. “Five to six, on average.”
“Full orgasms each time?”
“Yes.”
“And she’s been bred already?”
“Only to me.”
Evan nodded his head and applied just a bit more KY, despite the presence of ample lubrication from the filly. He preferred artificial lubrication, himself, when he was giving a mare a routine sexual/gynecological exam. It was less than a minute later, after he put his hand back on her pebble-like little clitty that they all watched her convulse on his fingers. “Time?” he asked Ted, who had been keeping track of exactly who long it had taken to bring Mandy to completion from the moment Evan’s hands touched her clit for the first time.
“Four minutes.”
Evan shook his head. “That’s some mare you’ve got here, guys. And you said she was a capture?” Ted and Aaron nodded. “Jeez, you’d think she was born and bred to this, considering her response time. Impressive.”
The rest of the exam was at least as excruciatingly shameful to Mandy. Evan proceeded to press two, and then three of his thick fingers up into her pussy, driving her forward with the pressure of his invasion. Then he rooted around inside her for a long while, using his free hand to manipulate her tummy and feel her organs. She began to sob again, because what he was doing hurt in both places – her stomach and her little cunny, which was stretched wider than ever by those seeking fingers, the tips of which played gently with her cervix to see if he got any reaction at all.
Mandy seized up, every muscle tense as she bucked violently against then away from him involuntarily. Aaron was reaching for his tawse, as was Ted, but Evan waylaid them. “No, no, no, this was not something she could be held accountable for in any way. Kinda like an erection from a prostate exam. Some women respond even way up there, some don’t feel a thing – your little filly here, not surprisingly at all – could probably be brought to orgasm merely from cervical stimulation, although it’s an awkward and unusually hard come.”