Cynthia Miller (author)


Cynthia miller

Something seemed wrong about these though. They seemed too small for even a pony. Before you can think any more about it you hear Angle return. She begins to caress you ass. You hear a bottle open, then you feel her put her lubed finger in your ass hole. As you begin to squirm you feel something hit your outer thigh and you yelp. "Hold still and relax or this will become much worse for you." She says sternly. "Yes, mam." you say trying not to cry. You try to relax as she starts working a second finger into your ass. After she gets them both in up to her knuckle she pulls them out. You start to relax some more when something else is stuffed in with out warning. With out thinking you jump and let go of the post. You turn to see Angle standing there with a crop, she looks angry. Before you can even blink she hits you with the crop twice. Once on each tit, you scream with pain and drop to your knees. "I did not tell you to turn around. Back into position." You cry as you stand up and turn around and hold the post. You start to pull your self together and you notice something hanging down from your ass and brushing the backs of your legs. It feels like horse hair. Angle goes to the wall and pulls down a harness then walks over to you. Your eyes widen as you realize why they are so small. They aren't for horses, they are for you. Angle slips you into the harness and draws it tight. The then returns to the wall and takes down a bit and bridle and a pair of blinders. She places these on you as well. She leads you to the back near the cart, you have some trouble because the blinders are obstructing your peripheral vision. She turns you around and attaches you to the cart. She goes to the front of the barn holding a buggy whip and opens both doors wide. She walks up to you. "Have you ever ridden a horse or drove a cart before slut?" All you can do is nod because of the bit in your mouth. "Good, then you know what is expected of you?" You nod again. She smiles, she walks to the side and opens a drawer. She returns to your side and you can’t see what she is doing. You feel her hand on your ankle and lifts your foot. She brushes your foot off of any rocks or twigs and then slips a shoe on it. She moves around to the other side and does the same thing. You feel the weight of the cart increase as she gets in back. She snaps the reigns and you move forward pulling the cart out in to the yard. She tugs on the right reign and you go right. She silently directs you around the track occasionally stopping you and reversing. "You are very good at this slut, it is like you were born for it." She uses the reins and directs you to the driveway. You hesitate, she surely doesn’t want you to go out to the main road. There is a sudden snap and you jump and move forward as your ass stings. A couple more cracks of the whip next to your head get you moving forward at a jog. You begin to turn a corner and see the road ahead.....

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