She's Not Ready At All

Lauren shivered slightly as the woman holding her reigns...Mistress...worked her up and down securing her to some kind of buggy that she couldn't see. Why had she called the woman that? Mistress? Mistress. Lauren whined weakly into her gag. She got a weird kind of feeling when thought of the woman that way. Like butterflies in her stomach. Or maybe a bit lower then her stomach. She shifted ever so slightly in the heavy boots.

Wearing blinders, it was impossible to see any direction but in front of her. It made her feel more helpless. Why was she in this situation? Every time she asked the question in her head, it seemed to slip away like sand through fingers. She looked at the other pony. The other girl. the other...something. She looked quite confused too. Her posture was shaky, and her head occasionally darted around, as if looking for someone. Who was she? That curiosity slipped away too. Something was telling her that it wasn't her place to question that. It wasn't her place to question anything. She just needed to....needed to what exactly?

Her Mistress's hand shot out and smacked Lauren's ass. She jumped in place and whimpered. Her loose fading thoughts all vanished in an instant. Something was expected of her. She straightened her posture. Mistress had finished hitching her to a wagon that looked identical to the one that the other pony's Mistress was in. Taking a few uncertain steps, she lined up with the other carriage. A race then? Was she supposed to try to win?

Suddenly, there was a loud buzzing noise in the air. Whispering voices told Lauren that this was the starting mark. But, she didn't move. It was as though she needed permission from some-

Smack. Something sharp and hard crashed against Lauren's ass. A riding crop. Her eyes shot open, and her body broke into a **** run on it's own. She wasn't the one moving it. The power of the blow seemed to control her, push her forward. When it landed, the pain sunk it's way into her belly too. It did something else too. It drew Lauren's attention between her legs. The pain seemed to radiate there like a warm **** head. Consuming her. She panted into her bit. Whatever it was. Whatever just had happened. It was the most erotic thing Lauren had experienced in her entire life...

The race was on.

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