Free Blonde Fury II by Sean O'Kane

reached for her nipples, unscrewed the balls on the barbells and pulled them out. She couldn’t help shivering with pleasure as she felt his fingers touch her sensitive flesh and he tutted but didn’t smack her. Instead he took up a fine gol d chain and fed one end through the holes in the nipples, then looped it back, pulled it fairly tight and clipped it to itself so that her breasts were subject to gentle pressure but not compression. Sophie found it just as comfortable as any sports bra she had ever worn.
    The rig she was to pull ; just a plain , unpadded bench between two, large, lightweight , alloy wheels, with two shafts projecting forwards was waiting in the y ard. She was backed between the shafts and the groom lifted them and fastened her wrists to them. Then he loo ped her reins over a hook beside the door to her stall and left her. Immediately she shifted her weight onto one leg and relaxed the other, cocking her hips as she did so. Ahead of her she could see a coloured girl – one of her stablemates, in exactly the same pose. The yard was quiet at the moment – even the whipping gibbet hadn’t been used that morning but then tw o drivers came through the gap at the corner of the stableyard that led to the main house. They were dressed in the stable colours of red and gold as well and were slightly built men, but wiry. Sophie knew that they could wield the whip as hard as necessary and scraped a foot and champed her bit, like her stablemate , as the men approached. The ponies were keen to do what they were there for.
    Sophie’s driver patted her flank and looked her over critically while he continued to chat to his companion. Sophie paid no attention to the words, they were not for her. She paid attention to his hands though. They ran knowledgeably over her flanks, her stomach and her thighs. He wasn’t bothered about her breasts or her sex – yet. Maybe later. For now he was assessing his mount and his mount was appreciative of the knowledge she felt in those hands – where they kneaded and where they stroked. She could feel his strong fingers pressing her muscles and knew she was in capable hands. Her impression was confirmed when he climbed aboard and she felt his weight shift until he was comfortable and his feet were settled on the foot rail. Then he tightened her reins and gently turned her head left and right, checking she had been tacked up properly and testing her responsiveness , some inexperienced drivers were in too much of a hurry to get to the whip . But f inally , when he was good and ready, he took up the lash and she heard it being removed from its holder and at last felt a gentle sting across her shoulders. She and her stablemate leaned forwards and in a clattering of shoes on cobbles , grinding of metal wheels on stone and tongue clicks from the drivers , the two ponies moved out.
    They were driven to the paddock past rows of massive horseboxes from stables all over the country and Sophie caught sight of packed car parks too. This was the biggest race she had ever been competed in and when they did finally reach the paddock, her impression was confirmed. There were about twenty rigs going in her event and the paddock wa s full of waving plumes in a kaleidoscope of colours and what looked like acres of gleaming, naked girlflesh. A compère’s voice was booming over a PA as her driver took her on a circuit that went close to the crowd so that bets could be placed. She appreciated her blinkers at times like this. They allowed her to concentrate on the coming race, clear her mind of any thoughts about the previous night’s pleasures and the possible pleasures to come. She focussed on the joy of running naked and the pleasure of winning instead.
    There seemed to be an eternity of milling about and Sophie could definitely get the scent of arousal as well as body oil from the ponies around her. This was what they all lived for. She reared her head and tugged at the bit impatiently until at