Pony training!

TAP!

TAP!

TAP!

TAP!

TAP!

TAP!

It was everything Amy and Sarah had heard as their training entered its next phase. The two women were escorted to a frame that was specifically designed for training purposes, their neck chained to the arms of the rotating device of torment.

Every day they were there for hours. They were often without supervision, as the machine rolled automatically, which made it impossible for them to stop. As for what purpose they were trained for, they had no clue. It could have been deliveries, races, or perhaps they were to be used as a means of transportation.

Either way there were many hours of training ahead. All with the constant tease of the giant plugs held in place by the harnesses. All without the slightest possibility of getting the relief that was so much desired.