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Life on a Pony Farm by Neuralmancer
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Life on a Pony Farm
by Neuralmancer
Note: This story is fiction. The author neither supports nor encourages the
activities described herein. All that is intended is the reader's sexual arousal.
OK, I couldn't resist. Here's a little more than my two cents worth on the
subject of ponygirls. I've collected ponygirl stories for some time now,
acquiring them from alt.sex.stories as well as from various bulletin boards.
This story is certainly influenced by those stories. I've also managed to locate
a few ponygirl images, both photos and drawings. Hopefully I've been able to
add my own dab of originality to make another development in the saga of
ponygirls worthwhile.
Chapter 1 The Auction
Jill stood nervously as she waited her turn to mount the auction platform. It
was an extremely hot day. Sweat dripped down Jill's quite naked body as she
stood in the afternoon sun. Being in the company of many other
equally naked women didn't help matters any. All that Jill could think of was
the many men in the audience waiting for a chance to bid on her lovely body.
What bothered Jill the most was the tingling sensation that she
kept on getting between her legs. The more Jill thought about the men
observing her, the greater the degree of discomfort she felt.
How could she of come to this, Jill thought. Just a short while ago, Jill had
been another college coed attending a southern university. Now Jill was about
to be auctioned off to the highest bidder, just like a prized cow at a farm
sale. Jill looked about worried as her fellow female captives found new
owners. One by one they were brought up onto the auction platform, totally
displayed to the almost exclusively male audience, bided on, and then
finally led away, sometimes crying as they went. Jill's turn would come soon.
With hands tightly bound behind her back, the auctioneer led Jill to the
platform. "What am I bid for this lovely creature?" Holding her body steady
by grabbing her bound wrists with his left hand, the auctioneer proceeded to
lift and display Jill's long and straight black tresses with his right hand. "Look
at the raven colored hair! Where have you ever seen such a beauty?"
A few bids were yelled back to the auctioneer. The initial bids were much
lower than what some of the previous women had brought. Was she worth so
little, thought Jill.
The auctioneer was skilled at his craft. Releasing Jill's hair, he reached over
and cupped one of Jill's breasts and held it firmly. "Please, carefully examine
her ample, yet quite firm breasts. Think of the pleasure that she could bring
you!" Jill's face turned red as her nipples hardened in response to the
auctioneer's touch. The bids increased markedly.
The auctioneer's right hand then moved to Jill's waist. "Look, not an ounce of
fat!" Kneeing, the auctioneer then moved his right hand lower pass her
buttocks and finally paused at her thighs. "Notice the exaggerated leg muscles.
All you pony farmers out there, just think of what a fine mare she would make.
Just a little training and you could have a winner here."
Jill turned her head to stare at the auctioneer. He had called her a mare! Just
what was a pony farmer, Jill thought. While attending school, Jill had spent
much of her free time running track. Jill loved to run. What kind of purpose
did the men in the audience have in mind for her?
The bids had increased dramatically. The auctioneer had read the crowd well.
Damn I'm good he thought.
The biding process narrowed down to just a pair of bidders. One of those
vying for Jill's ownership stood out from the crowd. Wearing a broad brimmed
hat, the sort that cowboys were likely to ware, by virtue of his height coupled
with extremely broad shoulders he couldn't help but be noticed. "One
thousand dollars!", he cried out. This was an extremely high price to pay for
an obviously untrained slave girl, even for one as lovely as Jill. The crowd
stared at him with wonder.
The man's adversary was equally determined to possess the lovely slave. A
woman of means, she considered herself the equal of any man. She had
frequently sparred with this same man in bidding contests. This time she was
determined to win. "One thousand two hundred dollars for the slave!" All
eyes turned to her. Ignoring them, the woman turned about and gave the man
that she was bidding against a gleeful look.
"Esmeralda, I see that once again that were in contest. So be it. You still
haven't learned how to properly play your hand. One thousand five hundred
dollars!"
Ignoring the man's insult, Esmeralda increased her bid. Things were starting to
get a little out of hand. After this next bid the man would have to back down.
"One thousand seven hundred dollars! Give up Mark, your not going to get
this one."
Mark just smiled. Looking towards the auctioneer, Mark gave his answer,
"Two thousand dollars."
Esmeralda realized that she could go no higher. However much that
Esmeralda wanted to beat Mark in the bidding, she was also mindful of
business. If mark wished to be a fool, let him. No untrained slave was worth
two thousand dollars. Esmeralda failed to offer a replying bid.
The auctioneer was delighted with the turn of events. "Going once, going
twice, sold to the tall man in the cowboy hat! You just bought yourself one
fine mare."
During all the excitement, Jill had momentarily forgotten that she was the
source of all of this. She had been sold. A look of confusion spread over Jill's
face. Just what would happen to her now, she thought.
Mark went up to the auction platform to claim his property. Paying his money
to the auctioneer, cash on the barrel head as was the usual practice, Mark
ordered, "Unbind her hands and rebind them in front of her." An assistant to
the auctioneer quickly complied with Mark's wishes. The auctioneer himself
was already getting ready for the next sale.
"What are you going to do with me", questioned Jill. "I'm not like those other
women. I'm not meant to be a slave."
Mark replied, "All women are meant to be slaves. Enjoy the sound of your
lovely voice, this is one of the last times that you will be permitted, indeed
able at all, to speak. Yes, you are not like all those other women. You have
the makings of an exceptional ponygirl. I believe that the auctioneer misspoke.
You are not a fine mare, no, you are a great mare! With legs like yours you
have a shot at a championship. A championship the I intend to have!"
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