Amber has become Mr. Hart's prize possession. But when the slave girl get entered in high stakes competition, can she take the pressure of her master's intense training? Find out if this pretty slut has what it takes to face down the stiff competition and come out on top at the Horse Show.
WARNING: This is an erotic short story featuring sexual acts between woman and a horse. All characters depicted are over the age of eighteen. You must be of legal age in your area to continue reading this story. Bestiality is not legal in all areas. Check your local and federal laws to determine its legality in your area before purchasing this story.
She had been trying her best, doing everything Mr. Hart demanded, but still she kept coming up short. Her punishments had become frequent and severe, and lately she'd gone without being able to sit down for days at a time, her ass and thighs were so sore. Yet she persisted, determined to prove her worth to her master and show all those men at the show what a real slave could do. She remembered when he'd first told her about the Horse Show and had generously given her the vestments of a true slave.
"There's an art to this," he'd told her one night as she nuzzled against his leg. She'd just finished sucking his hard, thick cock and licked lovingly at the fading erection as he sat back at his desk. The little office was nicely furnished with dark wood in a room just off the horse corral he managed. He was still her horseback riding instructor and she came to his class almost every day, arriving before anyone else and leaving hours later once all her duties were finished. As Mr. Hart's pet, she had a lot of important duties, his satisfaction chief among them.
"You're the culmination of all my work in breaking and training wild sluts with no discipline. Remember what you were when you arrived here?" he'd asked, running his fingers through her hair as she gazed up at him. "You must show how far you've come. Your movements as I lead you across that stage must be delicate and feminine, yet utterly controlled and precise. When they look at you, I want those bastards seething with lust and anger, wishing desperately to have you for themselves and cursing me for finding you first."
"Yes, sir," she said, looking at him reverently.
"You'll be tested," he went on, ignoring her devoted stare. "Harder than you ever have here. You will service men, and they will be expecting the utmost quality from you. Every part of your body must be ready to fill their every need."
"I'll be ready, sir," she said, shifting her thighs as her pussy grew wet at the thought. She pictured herself in the middle of a crowd of faceless men, being pounded by giant, throbbing cocks from all sides.
"There will be stallions, of course," he said, bringing her out of her daydream. "Bigger and meaner than any you've had before. If you fail to get even one of those cocks to fill you with seed, you'll be disqualified. And, I may be forced to end your training as my slave."
His words shot through her. She bowed her head, not wanting him to see the tears in her eyes. The thought was unbearable. She couldn't lose Mr. Hart. She'd fuck every man or beast in the world to stay by his side. Quietly, she said, "Yes, sir."