Beastiality

After all the waiting, months and months of
preparations and years of training, it was all about to
bare fruit. Aged twenty six, Lorena was about to fulfil
her ambition. Looking though the crowd that seemed to
have materialised from nowhere she watched for the
gates of the compound to open, allowing the contingent
to make its way to the assembly point for the
procession that would start of the first day of Mardi
Gras.

It was not easy to see from her position, looking
through horse’s legs, people with flamboyant costumes
of flowing material, people with almost nothing on
except a head dress, and at the lead position, the
float, representing the subject that had been chosen by
this school for this year’s procession.

Lorena looked around her at the other participants as
she waited. They were of both sexes and of a variety of
ages. She was not the oldest by a long shot but neither
was she the youngest, there were at least a dozen
girls, aged about ten or twelve, out for their first
parade.

Everybody was chatting as they watched for the first
sign that they were on their way. Nobody seemed
nervous, except Lorena, everybody seemed to take it in
their stride, it was to be a lot of fun and if they
should win the coveted first prize for the best float
or costume, well that was a bonus. Primarily this was a
celebration, of life, love and living. They were all
out here to enjoy just that, life love and living.

The streets would be lined on both sides with
spectators from all over the world, all come to see the
wonderful display that made the three day spectacle
that was the Rio de Janeiro, annual Mardi Gras. Lorena
was so nervous that she was sure she needed to pee, but
it was too late now. A small boy marched importantly to
the front of the crowd and slowly with difficulty
pulled the wide three meter high wooden gates open one
by one.

As he started to push on the second gate a man went
over to help him, taking pity on the lad who had such a
monstroustask. “I can manage on my own.” The lad’s
voice rang out over the hoard of competing
exhibitionists. This prompted some laughter, as the boy
felt very proud of being chosen to start the revellers
on their way. But the man persisted and soon others
were there to help start the procession.

The float, with its many exhibitors slowly started to
move and swing out into the road. Coloured in red,
white and violet with intermediate shades of pink,
Lorena thought it made a beautiful sight, and was proud
to be able to take her place in such a distinguished
show of skill and bravado.

The young girls dressed as angels and nymphs followed
the float, followed themselves by a band of men dressed
as devils and demons. These led a group of supposedly
tortured slaves, who in turn led the eight horses and
their riders, of whom Lorena was one. The eight were in
two columns of four and Lorena had been placed third in
line on the right. There would be no obstruction
between her and the observing crowds in the street. She
would be right there next to the people.

She, her horse and the young boy who, dressed as a
tormented soul, led her horse were her own little
group, and the boy was placed in front and to the left
of the horse between the two columns. Everything felt
so right. As the boy took her horse forward to fit her
in to her place in the line, she was comforted to know
that at last it was starting. The horse rocked her
gently as it walked slowly forward, she was led out
through the gates into the wake of the float, and she
thought about the sequence of events that had lead her
to this moment.

Chapter 2

When Lorena had been about eighteen months old, her
mother had insisted that she be taught to ride a horse.
At that age she had not had to do very much except to
sit on the horse’s back and be led around. To begin
with there had always been somebody in the saddle to
hold her but as she grew and got stronger the other
person had been displaced and would walk beside her to
stop her from falling.

By the time she was three Lorena had become quite a
little horsewoman, able to ride and control the horse,
at a trot, on her own. On her third Birthday Lorena had
been given her very own pony, a female foal from the
previous year that would hopefully grow with the little
girl and remain a good steed for many years to come.
This had been the case and the two had learned together
the art of horsemanship.

The first time Lorena had had any idea that there was
another way to ride a horse, was when she was five. She
had seen, on several occasions, a girl of about
fifteen, riding a horse, while slung in a cradle under
the horse’s belly. The girl had come for many weeks,
and trained in this fashion, controlling the horse by
pressure from her hands and feet, which were secured at
the sides of the horse. Lorena had no idea that that
was the way to control a horse whilst riding in this
position but later had found this information from an
aunt who introduced her to the art.

It was then that the connection was made. The girl had
been fully dressed to begin with but as the months had
passed she began to appear naked under the horse. The
girl had ridden daily for about three hours per day for
around five months and then Lorena had not seen her
again for some time. It was shortly after her sixth
Birthday that Lorena was again given a view of this
strange riding method.

The family and staff had gone out to the fields to
harvest the ripe crop of coffee. Lorena and a few
members of the house staff had been the only ones to
remain home. It had been a lovely morning and after the
midday meal, Lorena had quietly hidden her self under
some staging in the large riding school.

It had been dark under the staging and the poor girl,
exhausted from the heat had lain down and fallen
asleep. It was very quiet so there was nothing to
disturb the slumbers of the weary. The hours had passed
peacefully until towards four o’clock there had been
some scuffling sounds and Lorena had been woken. The
little girl, not sure whether she would get into
trouble for hiding under the staging, crept quietly to
a place where she could see what was happening.

Two of the house maids had led a large black horse into
the riding school and were holding him steady in the
middle of the ring. The horse was a stallion named
Texcoco, and was adorned with the same type of sling
harness that the strange girl had used to ride under
the horse’s belly earlier in the year.

This intrigued Lorena and she moved closer to the edge
of the staging to get a better view. One of the maids,
Titsilini, stripped of all her cloths had climbed, face
down, into the harness. She wriggled and squirmed until
she was all the way in to the arrangement of straps and
buckles. The second maid, Kimali, held the horse steady
trying to keep the nervous creature’s motions to a
minimum.

Once in position Titsilini wriggled round until she was
facing up to the horse’s chest. Then she swung her legs
up either side of the horse and hooked her knees over
two stirrups attached to the harness, one on either
side of the horse. This was followed by pushing her
arms through spaces in the harness and reaching up with
her hands to take hold of two handles. There was quite
a bit of chatter between the two maids. Kimali walked
round the horse and secured Titsilini’s hands and feet
to straps that hung from the harness. Then she went
back to the head of the horse and chatted some more
with the rider.

While there had been activity, Lorena had watched every
move of the two girls and what they were doing, now
that they seemed to be just chatting Lorena looked more
closely at the arrangement, and then looked at how the
horse was taking it. It was then that she noticed the
enormous penis that the horse was sporting. It was hot
in the school which would account for some of the
exposure, but heat normally only made the horse extend
his penis so it hung limp. This was stiff and straight
pointing at an angle forwards toward the ground. It
looked as though the stallion had smelt a mare on heat,
but that could not be. None of the mares were on heat
at present.

Lorena understood all about the mating of horses. She
had seen many times, how the stallion was lead into a
paddock that already contained the prospective mare.
The stallion’s penis would get hard and start to slap
his stomach and then when he tried to get on top of the
mare, one of the men close by would grab the penis and
stick it into the mare’s vagina.

The two horses would then stand together and the
stallion would continue to try to get on top of the
mare. When he found that he could not, he would slide
off the mare and the stiff penis would go soft and
disappear up between his hind legs. The first time
Lorena had seen this she had thought it was very funny.
Everybody knew that horses could not ride other horses.
However one of the men had sent her away, so she
remembered not to laugh next time.

Now here was a stallion going through the motions as
though he was about to try and ride another horse, but
there were only two maids close by. Suddenly there was
action again. Kimali walked to the back of the stallion
and crouched down. She was in front of the horse’s back
legs, so Lorena could not see what was going on. Then
she stepped away and went back to holding the leading
reins. Immediately it was obvious what had been done.
The stallion’s penis was now inserted into Titsilini’s
vagina and about half of it was hidden this way.

Lorena was stunned that such a huge thing could go into
a vagina. She thought about her own little hole. Still
naked, hairless and small. She had put her finger in
the entrance sometimes when it had itched, but there
was a thick piece of skin there that stopped her going
deeper than a few millimetres. She knew that it went
deeper because there was a hole there that she peed
from, she had seen it in a mirror, but the hole was
tiny. There was no way that she could have a horse
stick his penis in that little place.

The two maids chatted a little longer and then Kimali,
holding the horse’s bridle, led the horse and its
under-slung rider out of the school into the yard.
Lorena scrambled quickly through the struts and
bracing’s of the staging and then ran to the door of
the school. The maids and the horse were there walking
round and round the yard and a number of the house
staff had come out to watch. Lorena noticed her Mother
on one of the balconies, surveying the proceedings.

She crept back into a shadow in the hope that she had
not been seen. However she stayed where she could watch
most of what went on in the yard. The horse was led
round five or six times and then one of the hands
opened the gate that led to the fields and the little
group walked out and down the path, out of sight. The
servants all filed back into the house and Lorena’s
Mother limped quietly back off the balcony into her
room.

Lorena stayed hidden for a short while, then crossed
the yard to the house and went to see her Mother. As
she crossed the court yard, Lorena thought hard about
how she would ask her mother about the afternoon’s
events. It could be quite a tricky subject because it
involved nudity and a horse’s penis, a subject that
should never be talked about in polite society. She
entered the big house and climbed the stairs to her
mother’s room. On the landing outside her mother’s room
she smoothed down her dress and then tapped lightly on
the hard timber panelled door. She had to wait for a
while but then a voice called out.

“Come.” Just the one word. It had been all that Lorena
had expected. She pulled down on the handle and pushed
hard on the heavy portal. It swung slowly in to expose
the beautifully furnished chamber. Lorena slipped in
once the door was open enough and then pushed the door
shut again. It gave a satisfying click as it latched.
“Hello darling.” The musical tones of her mother’s
voice were a comfort to Lorena as she turned to pose
her question, but the feeling of unease was not totally
subdued. “Where have you been all afternoon? I have not
seen you since lunch. Have you enjoyed your afternoon?

Lorena, still not sure that she could trust her voice
to be totally as she wanted, ran over to her Mother and
gave her a big hug. This she knew would give a warm
feeling to her Mother and at the same time grant
herself more time to compose her feelings. “I went to
the stables for a short time but it was so hot I
decided to find a shady spot to think. I think I went
to sleep, I was woken by the sound of some horses in
the yard I think. Did someone come to visit?” Lorena
enquired.

“Oh no dear, it was just two of the maids taking a
horse for a ride, so that they can have some exercise
on their afternoon off.” So, she was not going to be
told as yet about the strange riding position, Lorena
decided she could wait. She settled down into a
comfortable chair next to her parent and they chatted
about other things.

That night Lorena could not sleep, she thought about
the two maids and the horse and considered all the
possibilities that she could think of as to the meaning
of what she had seen. Nothing really convincing came to
her mind, so she was still awake when she heard the
sound of a horse approaching the yard. She ran softly
to the window and peered out. It was very dark and all
but a few lights had been extinguished, but Lorena
could just make out the shape of a horse and a person,
walking up the path. Maybe they would tell her.

She slipped out of her room and headed down stairs to
the door. Then she slipped out to the yard and stood
waiting. She saw through the gloom, the person lead the
horse into the stable block, so she ran over to see
what was happening. She crept into the building and
sidled up to the stall where the horse and maid were.
Then she crouched down in the shadows and watched.

Kimali was giving the horse a gentle rub down and had
filled the food trough with something for the horse to
eat. As this activity was going on Lorena slipped
unseen behind the horse and hid just inside the next
stall. From there she could see what was going on and
she took a keen interest in the arrangement of horse
and rider. Titsilini was still hanging in the harness
under the big horse, naked and with the thick penis
still thrust into her vagina. The horse munched at its
food.

The harness was made of a thick saddle like sheet of
leather that rested on the horse’s back. It was
strapped to the horse in the usual way with a thick
belly strap or girth. From the leather sheet seven
leather straps hung down. One of these went around the
horse’s tail, the other six, three on either side
supported a web of leather in which Titsilini rested.
From these six straps there were branches that were
used to strap the girl’s hands, knees and ankles.

Titsilini was effectively held secure and unable to
move any part of her body except her head. However
there was enough play in the straps so that as the
horse walked the cradle would swing to and fro and even
a little to the side. After studying the straps and
buckles for some time her eyes were drawn to the
horse’s penis. It was still very hard. Lorena was
surprised that the stiffness could last so long.
Normally it would go small again after just a quarter
of an hour if the horse was joined to another horse.
She wondered what kept it so hard. Then she looked at
the way it entered Titsilini’s vagina. She had a
perfect view of the workings between the horse’s back
legs.

The penis was thick and round and Titsilini’s vagina
was stretched to a very large size in order to take the
monster. The girl’s vagina seemed different from what
Lorena had expected. Apart from having enormous
capacity it seemed to have extra bits. Lorena slipped
her hand inside her nighty to feel her own opening.
There were the large soft fleshy cushions around the
hole but there was no sign of the thin lobe like pieces
inside them. But Titsilini definitely had at least one
thin fleshy lobe wrapped around the horse’s penis,
other than the thicker parts of her pussy.

Lorena slipped a finger into the slit between her thick
soft lips and pressed against the piece of skin that
had the hole in it. The increased pressure started to
hurt so she removed her finger and felt other parts in
that area. There was nothing that could take the size
of the horse. How strange, still she was not fully
grown yet so maybe things changed when she got older.
Her finger slid further back and touched her anus. As
she fondled she studied the rider again. No, the penis
definitely went into the vagina. Lorena pressed at her
anus anyway to test how easy it would be to get a penis
in there. The muscles contracted in an involuntary
action and stopped her entrance. So that would not
work.

Suddenly the horse stepped sideways and Lorena’s view
was blocked by the position of the horse’s leg.
Titsilini groaned as the horse moved, the penis jolting
inside her. Then Kimali who had been on the far side,
walked round the horse’s head to Lorena’s side of the
animal so she could finish grooming. Lorena darted back
out of view and resumed hiding in the next stall. The
grooming continued for about twenty minutes, and then
Kimali put the brushes and cloths away “Will you be all
right here all night on your own or would you like me
to stay? Can I bring you some food?” Kimali asked her
companion.

“No, no, you run along to bed, I will be fine. I do not
think I could manage to swallow in this position,
though before you go, if you could wet my lips I would
feel better.”

Kimali went to a large water container and dipping a
small ladle into the water she carried the liquid to
her friend. Kimali extended the ladle and poured the
water over her face, Titsilini licking her lips as she
did so. “Thank you, I will be all right now, you go to
bed and have sweet dreams. I will see you in the
morning. If you can just leave one light burning when
you go, so that I don’t get frightened by ghosts. Thank
you, good night.”

“Good night.” Said Kimali as she slowly walked out of
the stables extinguishing the lights as she went.
Lorena found herself alone in a place that she should
not have been, trapped. There was no one talking or
moving now to hide her own activity. If she moved then
the rider would hear.

She stayed still for some time, just listening to the
sounds of the horses and woman breathing, and the
occasional stamp of a horse hoof. She heard the
jingling of the harness that held Titsilini suspended
under Texcoco and peered through the dimness to see
what was wrong. She found that in spite of there being
little illumination in the building, she could still
make out shapes quite clearly. She edged forward to get
a closer look. The straw under her rustled as she moved
and suddenly a harsh whisper cut the air.

“Who’s there?” Lorena was startled into stillness and
sitting back on her haunches she waited. “Who’s there?”
Came the voice again. Lorena did not answer. Slowly she
realised that she was really stuck. The maid was not
going to sleep and if Lorena moved again then the straw
would give her away. The only reason that she had
managed to get in was because of the noise that Kimali
had been making while talking and wiping down the
horse.

The night would be long and Lorena did not want to
spend the rest of it fixed in one position so she
slowly came to the conclusion that the only thing to do
was to make her presence known and suffer the
consequences. Her original intention had been to talk
to one of the women and quiz them about this strange
mode of riding, she may as well go ahead with that
plan. She called out gently to the maid suspended under
the horse.

“Titsilini, are you awake?”

“So there is someone there, I was beginning to think I
had heard some rat or something. Is that you Lorena?
What are you doing here, so late in the night?” the
maid sounded worried. “If your Mother finds you here we
will both be in trouble and I will loose my job. You
must go back to bed now and not tell anyone that you
were here. Go now before somebody comes.”

“I could not sleep and when I heard you ride back I
thought I would come down to find out what you are
doing. Do you mind? Please don’t make me leave I do so
want to know and I dare not talk to my mother, please
let me stay just for a little while, I thought you were
my friend and I could talk to you about anything.”

“I do not mind I am sure that your mother would be very
angry if she found you here. Such an action from such a
young girl. You must leave at once.” All this was said
in a harsh whisper. Lorena did not want to leave and
put up a hard argument in order to stay. Eventually the
helpless maid was worn down until she relented. “Well,
you are here now, what did you want to know?”

“You won’t tell anyone that I was here will you?”
Begged Lorena.

“No I won’t tell, I would probably be killed and sold
as stake if your Mother found out, but you will have to
leave here before it starts to get light. If Rodrigues
finds you here so early he will tell your Mother.”
Lorena took stock of this fact and promised herself to
be back in bed before dawn.

“I will go before dawn. Why are you riding this horse
up side down? It looks very strange and you might get
kicked being so close to his legs. Can you make him
gallop like that or only walk? What does it feel like
to hang like that for so long? Does it hurt to have
such a large thing inside you? Will he try to climb on
top of other horses while you are there? How long will
you stay like that? Do you eat while you are there? How
do you go to the toilet?”

“Stop, stop, one question at a time please, or I shall
forget some. And you must keep your voice down,
somebody may hear you and come to see what you are
doing here.

The first question was why am I riding Texcoco like
this. I am doing it because I like riding like this. It
makes me feel good, but once I have finished I have to
wait for Texcoco to finish. When he thinks it is
finished then his penis will go small and drop out of
me. That is when I will be able to go back to work.”

“Is it like when he tries to climb on to another horse,
and then finds he can’t, so he drops off and his penis
disappears again?” the enquiring mind of the little
girl was trying to sort out the differences and
similarities between the two ideas. It was not easy.
“Yes a bit like that.” Another idea filled Lorena’s
mind as she assimilated the new information.

“Will you have a baby? Every time Texcoco tries to get
on top of another horse the other horse has a foal.
Will you have a foal?”

“No, I will not have a foal. A human can not give birth
to a horse, only a horse can do that.”

“How long will you stay like that? Is Texcoco finished
yet?” Came the next question from the little girls
inquiring mind. Each question was answered with
patience and understanding though the answers were not
always as complete as Lorena would have liked. However
she gleaned a large quantity of information. As she
talked to the maid she took the opportunity to get
close to the coupling and study it closely. She sat in
the straw at the horse’s feet and lifting her night
dress over her head she started to do a comparison of
their two pussies. Her own was much smaller and there
appeared to be several things missing. There was no
thin fleshy bits, but she had seen that earlier.

Now she noticed that the little triangle of flesh with
the sticking out pointy bit, at the top of the maid’s
vagina, was also missing on herself. She could also see
that the maid had a small hole just above the place
where the horse’s penis went in. Questions were asked
about all these things. Then the horse moved again.

The maid rocked in the harness as the large penis
momentarily penetrated deeper. A creamy white jelly
like liquid oozed out of the maids vagina and stuck to
her buttocks and anus. Another question. When she was
told to leave because it was nearly dawn, she did not
resent the instruction. She left quietly and ran to her
room, leaving the maid much relieved, hanging in her
harness, stretched by the mass of horse flesh that
entered her tender loins. The horse did not mind and
just kept on eating.

Time passed and Lorena had to be satisfied with the
information that she had got so far. There were no
chances presented to her where she could build on that
start. It was spring again before a new situation
showed its head. The young girl that Lorena had seen
riding under a horse the previous year, showed up
again. It had been a pleasant sunny morning and Lorena
had been having her daily horse ride in the fields
around the hacienda. The local workers were out in
force looking after the fields of coffee plants and
cocoa.

The ride had taken a little longer than had been
expected and Lorena was late for her tuition. She had
ridden quickly into the yard and dismounted, then
without a thought she had walked her horse into the
stables. As she had passed along the stalls looking for
a free space she had seen a horse she did nor
recognise, in one of the stalls. It was rigged with the
now familiar harness. She found a free stall and lead
her horse in. Then with a quick word to the stable boy
to groom and water the horse she left to look at the
newly rigged horse. It was not one of their horses, she
did not remember seeing the beast before, until the
girl walked into the stables. She was wrapped in a
blanket and had nothing on her feet. She stopped dead
in her tracks when she saw Lorena. She started to turn
and leave.

Lorena had to think fast. Her tuition went out the
window as she softly said. “Please don’t go, I would
like to help you if you will let me.” The girl looked
back, hesitating before she fled. Lorena was encouraged
by the girl’s delay, and continued. “I know how to do
up the straps and I promise not to do them too tight.”
Lorena had seen them done once, at close quarters, and
the fact that the other girl was at least ten years
older did not worry her at all. The girl turned toward
her.

“If you help me in will you lead me as well?” Lorena
beamed with delight at the invite and all other plans
evaporated into nothing. “Of course I will, I would
love to do this for you. I want to do the same as you
when I am grown.” It was then that the idea that she
wanted to be a belly rider gelled in her mind. It was
to become her one burning ambition and take her further
than this bigger girl would ever dream of going.

The girl started toward Lorena. So she had made a
substantial decision and now she realised that it had
been her ambition to ride like this since she had had
the chat with Titsilini all those months before. Lorena
turned and walked into the stall that contained the
horse. She went to the head of the horse and took the
bridle. The other girl came in behind her. “What’s your
name?” She asked, as she removed the blanket that had
covered her so far. Lorena looked up at the girl to
answer. She was looking at a totally naked girl who was
quite attractive and slim. Firm round breasts flat
tummy and bald pussy. Lorena hesitated in her reply.
The girl looked at her questioningly, there was a smug
expression on the girl’s face.

“Is anything wrong?” Lorena was prompted into a
response. “No everything is fine, I was just thinking I
would like to look like you when I am grown. You are so
slim and beautiful.” There was another short silence.
“My name is Lorena, my Father owns this land.” The
other girl’s mouth dropped open in surprise. “Your
Father is Don Albert La Ruse Dell Fuego?” she dropped
to her knees and clenching her hands in front of her
chest as though in prayer.

“Please forgive me I would never have spoken to you in
that manner if I had known that you were the daughter
of….”

“It is all right, you were not to know who I was just
as I do not know who you are. I hope this will not
spoil our friendship. I do want to help you or I would
not have asked. Please get up and tell me your name.”
Lorena smiled at the girl and offered her a hand. It
was taken tentatively and the young lady stood. Her
head hung as though in shame. Lorena tried to bring her
round.

“As long as we can keep it so, I would like you to
forget that I am my father’s daughter, and just pretend
that I am another working girl. I am sure that we can
get along well together but I fear that the adults will
try to keep us apart. Lets hope they take their time
about it, you can call me Lora. Now you still have not
told me your name so unless you do I shall have to call
you Girl, or Rider or just Hay You. Do you have a
preference?” The girl looked up at Lorena and seeing
that she was smiling, smiled back.

“My name is Neltitaca Xaltocan.” She looked at Lorena
wondering if the connection would be made between
herself and her cousin Titsilini. Evidently not, so she
announced the relationship. Lorena nodded
understandingly and then asked a question that made a
different connection.

“Is that why you both like to ride under horses,
because of your family connection?”

“There is a connection in that we both have the same
tutor, but we ride for different reasons. Titsilini
started riding because she likes horses, my reason is
more personal and I would rather not say yet, if you
don’t mind. However I do enjoy riding like this.” Just
then there was a cough at the door of the stables and
an elderly woman walked in. She must have been fifty
and walked with a very bad limp, using two sticks to
support her frail body. “Come on…” there was a
hesitance. Then she continued. “Hhummm, Titaca, climb
into the harness. You should not keep an old lady
waiting.”

There was an element of irritation in the old woman’s
voice. “Are, you have found a new person to help, have
you, well that is fine with me. It means that I can go
back to my nice chair and rest my legs. Come here girl
and I will show you what to do now.” Lorena recognised
the unfriendly nick name that had been made from the
older girl’s proper name.

Neltitaca got down on her hands and knees and then
slowly and carefully climbed into the harness. Again
the manoeuvre was made by going in face down and then
turning over to lie on her back before being strapped
in. Lorena watched carefully, she would do this one
day. When the girl was in, Lorena went to the old lady
and crouched down to watch what she did. The old lady
produced a small tube with a needle in the end. The
tube contained a blue green liquid. She gave the
contraption to Lorena.

“You may as well learn right from the start so do
exactly as I say. If you do not you may kill the horse
so be very sure to listen and remember.” There seemed
to be no concern for the girl underneath, who would be
crushed if the horse collapsed and died. “First point
the syringe up with the needle at the top.” Lorena did
as she was told. Horses are expensive so she was not
going to do anything wrong.

“Right, now tap the tube and make all the bubbles go
up. Now squeeze the plunger at the bottom softly until
some of the liquid shoots out of the tip of the needle.
Good, now stick the needle into the soft fleshy piece
that hangs round where the horse’s penis comes out.”
Lorena hesitated. This would probably hurt the horse
and that would be dangerous.

“Don’t worry about the horse.” The old lady said. Her
voice, cracked with age, sounded as though she was
happy to be inflicting pain on the beast. “He gets
bitten there all the time and he will just think it is
another fly. The most he will do is stamp his foot.
Just hold it still once it is in.” Lorena stabbed the
needle into the required place and held the syringe
still. The horse snorted and raised his hoof making his
body shiver with the force of the stamp that followed.
The old lady smiled down at Lorena.

“Humf. The old woman snorted. “Very good, I reckon that
you are a natural.” She said with a forced smile. “I
shall look forward to the day when I see you ride. Now
push the plunger all the way into the tube, and then
pull the needle out of the horse’s pouch.” Lorena
followed the instructions and then looked up at the old
lady. “Now, you come to me in the house every day, and
I will give you the syringe and you are to do this each
time Neltitaca mounts up to ride like this.” She
snatched the syringe from Lorena and then turned and
started out of the stables.

“But didn’t that hurt the horse?” Lorena cried out. “Oh
no dear, to the horse it is no worse than being bitten
by one of those horse flies that are constantly
bothering him.” There was a horse cackle, then she was
gone. Lorena looked back at the horse’s penis. It was
coming out of the pouch and growing stiff. She told
Neltitaca of the development.

“Yes that is what is meant to happen, when it is long
enough you must push the head into my vagina.” Lorena
reached down and took hold of the growing penis. It was
firm and quite stiff but the surface felt spongy. It
was hot and it throbbed in Lorena’s hands, sending a
pulse up her arm. It was like a machine that was just
starting to work. The penis reached a length of about
thirty five centimetres so Lorena pushed the thick head
between Neltitaca’s vagina lips.

At first it would not go in but Lorena held the lips
apart with her free hand and slid the throbbing meat in
with her other hand. It slipped in easily and as it did
Lorena got a glimpse of the large hole in the older
girl. She sat back on her heels amazed. How had that
got so big? “Oh, that feels good, it has been so many
months since I had him in there.”

Neltitaca sounded as though she was in a dream, there
was sweat all over her body. The penis continued to
grow and it seemed to Lorena that Neltitaca would take
it, no matter how big it got. As it penetrated the
thick shaft pulled the lips of Neltitaca’s pussy into
her body a little and then they would slip out again
only to be pulled in again by the expanding rod. After
a few minutes the growth stopped and Lorena was able to
breathe again. She had been holding her breath with
anxiety at seeing the extent to which the shaft had
penetrated the girl. She had known that horse’s penises
were large but had not realised just how much would fit
into a woman.

Neltitaca gave a sigh. “All right, we can go now, I am
sorry if it startled you the way it went in like that
but once it started there was nothing I could do to
tell you. It just takes over and it is so lovely.”
Lorena broke from her stunned amazement and went to
work. She reached up and strapped one of Neltitaca’s
ankles to the harness. Then she walked round the back
of the horse and strapped the other ankle. Both legs
were held almost straight and well forward of the
horse’s hind legs.

This accomplished, Lorena moved forward to strap the
wrists of the girl. Again they were strapped so that
the limb was almost straight but this time the hands
were allowed to hold on to handles that hung from the
saddle of the harness. The horse stood still while all
this was being done. The job finished Lorena stood back
and checked her handy work. She could just slip a
finger into the straps that bound hand and feet, so
none of the straps were too tight. The girl was in the
right position with her shoulders well back from the
horse’s front limb but her legs were out of the way of
the hind legs. That was good.

It would be unlikely that the horse would be able to
kick or otherwise injure her new friend. Satisfied with
her handy work she walked round the horse to check it
all again and took particular note of the state of the
horse’s penis as she did so. It was still thick and
hard and seemed to be about half into Neltitaca’s open
vagina.

There was a thicker ring about half way along the
penis. Lorena had seen it before. This ring was just at
the opening to the juicy wet hole that engulfed the
shaft. Not only was this a fascinating achievement but
it was beautiful to look at as well. Lorena decided
that she would have to learn to control the horse from
the back where she could watch the penis at the same
time. Niltitaca’s voice stopped her reverence of the
male phallus.

“Back the horse out and take us to the field by the
river. We will be there for the rest of the morning. It
should be warm and very pleasant.” Lorena had no
problem with this and as she encouraged the horse to
reverse into the passage at the back of the stalls, she
thought to pick up a riding crop from a rack on the
wall. Once the horse was in the passage she led him on
but while doing so she lengthened the leading rein to
its full extent. This set the stage for the next step
in her plan.

As the horse took its first step, Lorena heard the girl
suspended under the horse give a deep gasp. She
wondered what was happening to her that she had to
utter such a sound. She looked back and could see the
harness rocking forward and back. At the same time it
swung sideways, to and fro.

Lorena wanted to watch but knew that she had to keep an
eye on the direction of the horse and not let him go
the wrong way or some thing dreadful like that. She
pulled her eyes back to the front and concentrated on
her new job. Leading the horse into the yard, she swung
the horse round and headed for the gate to the path
that led into the fields. On reaching the gate she
opened it, walked the horse through, and then turned
the horse round so she could close the gate. This done
and the gate shut fast, she turned back to the horse,
but instead of going back to the horse’s head and
leading on she swung part of the rein over the horse’s
head and across his back. This would enable her to
stand well back from the horse’s head butstill be able
to control him.

Later…

Now she took the horse by the bit and turning him once
again she started down the path to the river. As Lorena
lead the horse and its rider down the path she released
the bit and just used the rein on the horse’s near
side. Slowly she extended the length of rein between
her hand and the halter, so that the horse was being
controlled from a greater and greater distance.

After about five hundred metres she reached the end of
the rein and was able to manoeuvre the horse by gently
pulling on one side or the other to steer. To halt his
progress she could hall on both sides, and to make him
move forward she just had to flap the rein that rested
on his back. It all seemed to work very well. Now she
was able to view what had really grabbed her interest.

The first thing that Lorena noticed was that there
seemed to be a lot of movement in the harness. Not only
was it moving forward and back, and from side to side,
but there was quite a lot of up and down motion as
well. The next thing she noticed was that not all of
this up and down motion was done by both rider and
harness.

The girl riding seemed to have much more motion than
the harness that was designed to support her. In fact
it rather looked as though the poor rider was writhing
in agony. Lorena was a little concerned and getting
close to her charge she tentatively asked if she was
all right. There was no response, but the girls
breathing was hard and came in gasps. Lorena decided to
stop the horse and see what she could do to help the
other female.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop.” The girl gasped in
desperation. Lorena quickly started the horse again,
feeling chagrined that she had tried to put right a
situation that was obviously not wrong. She resolved to
observe some more and learn as much as she could. But
how would she know if something was wrong?

Neltitaca seemed to be arching her body in time to the
horse’s pace. It began to look like a strange dance,
performed between horse and rider. The penis seemed to
be getting stiffer if that was possible and the amount
that it was entering Neltitaca was increasing too.

Where as it had started with about three to four
centimetres moving in and out, now there must have been
nine or ten centimetres sliding easily in and out in
time to the horse’s walk. Added to this were the sounds
of groans and gasps that seemed to be made in time to
the inward thrust of the horse’s penis. They had
started off as barely audible low moans but the volume
and pitch had increased.

Now they were loud enough to make workers in the fields
look up, and they were more like screams than moans.
Could this keep increasing? Lorena was puzzled as to
how or why all these changes were taking place, in fact
she found it quite worrying. She had never seen anybody
orgasm before.

The horse walked on but was getting skittish, dancing
along the path instead of walking normally. This seemed
to make its rider scream even more. Suddenly she
stopped. She arched her back and went very stiff. She
stayed like this for a few moments and then letting out
a long sigh she slumped in the harness.

Lorena crouched down low and asked if Nel was all
right. She could not get too close to her because the
horse was still dancing. “Yes, yes, I am fine. It is
the way or this kind of riding that it fills you with
energy and you just have to scream. It is the most
beautiful thing I have ever done. I feel really happy
and it is better now that you are leading me instead of
that old woman. She goes so slow and talks and grumbles
all the time. That really spoils it.”

Suddenly the horse stopped and stood shaking.

“Watch my pussy hole Lorena, see what happens.”

Then she started gasping again. “Oh it is Sooo nice!”

Lorena went back to where she could see the thick horse
penis entering Neltitaca’s cunt. At first nothing
happened but then, the penis started to pulse and a
white creamy liquid squirted out of the tight fitting
union. The penis was thrust into Neltitaca’s pussy so
far and it was so big, Lorena was stunned that anything
could get out at all. There were several little jets of
the liquid until the last drops just trickled out and
ran down Nel’s buttocks. Lorena watched fascinated,
waiting for more liquid, but it seemed to have stopped
now.

“That is it Lora, we must walk some more before it
happens again. Come on lets go.” Neltitaca was
obviously so eager that Lorena jumped to her task of
guiding the horse. This was to be the start of a very
long and intimate friendship.

Chapter 3

When Lorena and her companion returned to the stables,
it was quite late. Lorena her self had completely
forgotten her lessons. Neltitaca was so full of the
first really good horse ride she had ever had she did
not think of the trouble that may arise from the late
return. Lorena wanted to help Nel out of the saddle but
the horse was still deeply thrust into the girl’s
tender loins. Neltitaca explained that it may take
several hours before the horse was limp enough to drop
out and release her from the tie, and that Lorena
should leave her and go do the things she should be
doing.

At this Lorena suddenly remembered the classes that she
should have been attending. She quickly explained her
situation and ran out of the stables with Nel’s call
When Lorena arrived at the house she found her Mother
and tutor sitting in the hall, both with very stern
expressions on their faces. She knew that she was in
trouble and was ready to accept the consequences even
if she did not know what those would be. At least she
had the knowledge that she had a new friend.

“Where have you been?” came the voice of her mother,
almost as soon as she was in the house. Lorena started
to explain that she had found a new friend but was cut
off in mid sentence.

“You will go to your room now and have your lessons, we
will talk about this when they are finished.” There was
nothing more to be said at that time. Lorena’s Mother
slowly stood and leaning heavily on her stick she
limped away toward one of the many sumptuous rooms.
Lorena led her tutor up to her study room for the
learning she had to do.

It was toward evening when she was eventually released
from her education and, with a little fear in her mind
of what was about to happen to her, she made her way to
her Mothers room. She knocked timidly on the door half
hoping that the woman would not be there but of course
she was.

It was toward evening when she was eventually released
from her education and, with a little fear in her mind
of what was about to happen to her, she made her way to
her Mother’s room. She knocked timidly on the door half
hoping that the woman would not be there but of course
she was.

“Come in.” Lorena turned the handle and pushed hard on
the heavy door. When she was in she turned and closed
it behind her. Then she stood facing her Mother and
waited. After about five minutes the lady looked up.

“So, young lady, you thing that it is all right to miss
lessons and waste the time of your tutor and money of
you parent? Tell me what have you got to say for
yourself?”

Lorena took the bull by the horns and went for a full
description of what had gone on before she had returned
to the house after her ride. It took some time but her
Mother listened without comment until the end. Then
there came the barrage of questions, not just about her
excursion but about her lessons too.

Lorena had expected this as it was how her Mother kept
track of how well she had attended to her classes, and
it was a way of keeping her unsettled, not knowing what
would come next. At the end of over an hour’s
interrogation the questions stopped. The old lady sat
and thought for several minutes.

“As you are, you say, very friendly with Neltitaca I
shall not prevent you from leading her on her training
with her horse, but it must be done at the time when
you yourself take your ride or after you have finished
you lessons. I am not going to let you dictate to your
tutors when and where you will have tuition. They are
busy men and have other appointments to keep. Also you
will not inject the horse or assist in the joining of
the horse to Neltitaca. You are far too young for that
and it is dangerous.

“If you were to get it wrong you could kill the horse
or the horse could kill you if he decided to kick you.
I was not going to introduce you to this method of
riding for some time yet. But, as you have seen it for
yourself I can not change that and you will possibly
learn more by talking to a novice and watching her
experience than if I came to teach you myself. As for
the old lady you saw, I do not suppose you know who she
is. Fortunately I do and I will deal with her myself.
You are not to talk to her ever again. Is that
understood?”

Lorena made a solemn vow never to talk to the old lady
she had meat that morning.

“In that case you may go and have your meal. I reckon
you must be very hungry. First come here and give me a
kiss. You do realise that I am only trying to keep you
safe, don’t you?” the ladies voice gentled some what.

Lorena stepped up to her Mother. “Yes Mother, I am
sorry to have caused you so muck sorrow.”

“That is all right, one expects it from small children,
but as you grow so you will learn to behave better and
become a fine woman and a good wife. Now off you go.”
Lorena kissed her Mother and then quickly left the
room, closing the door behind her, while her Mother
watched and thought back over her own life as a belly
rider. She was only thirty seven but had ridden many
horses on many occasions. She was just sad that now she
was unable to ride like that due to her hips being so
badly crippled. She so longed for the thrust of a good
horse inside her.

Before going to her meal, Lorena went back to the
stables to see how her new friend was, but there was
nobody there and all the horses were cleaned and fed,
so she returned to eat. The next day Lorena went for
breakfast and then as soon as she was finished she left
for the stables. Her own horse was all ready saddled
and waiting and next to it was the other horse.

Neltitaca was slung under it and strapped in place.
There was no evidence of any other person. Lorena
greeted her new friend and then walked round her horse
to check all the straps and things. Then she checked
that Nel was comfortable and secure. She noted that the
horse had already been inserted into the girl, and all
seeming well she lead the two horses out of the stable.

In the yard she mounted her own steed and then at her
guidance the two horses went out into the fields. It
was not so easy to see what was happening in the
interaction between her friend and her steed, but there
was something very satisfying about the happy groans
and other noises that rose up from between the horse’s
front legs. This was to be the routine for years to
come and the two girls became very familiar with each
other. Not just for riding but in other activities too.

They often played together and told stories to each
other and they got on really well despite the age
difference. It was after about two and a half years
that Neltitaca eventually decided to tell Lorena the
reason why she had taken to belly riding. “When I was
eleven I was like you and used to ride a lot. Because
my father does not have much land I would ride along
the tracks and paths on adjoining lands and I got to
know most of the owners and servants.

It was during the summer when I was nearly twelve that
one day my horse bolted and I was unable to control
him. My rescuer was a young man of about thirty. He
stopped my horse and then demanded payment. I offered
to take him to my father who I thought would reward him
handsomely, but he declined. He said that he wanted
payment right then and that I knew what he wanted.

I pretended to be ignorant of his wish and he pulled me
off my horse and kissed me. “Now do you know what I
mean?” he said. I knew for sour what it was he wanted
though I feigned ignorance. He then took the matter
into his own hands and had his way with me against my
will. Then he left me lying in my own blood and torn
cloths. Eventually I was able to get back on my horse.

I rode home and changed pretending that nothing had
happened. I was so ashamed of the event that I never
told anyone what had happened, in fact you are the
first that I have told. Well nothing came of my mishap
fortunately and I was able to live a normal life. Until
I was to get married that is.

My Father and Mother arranged for me to marry the son
of a wealthy land owner and all the details were
settled before I meat the man I was to wed. to my
horror I found out one week before the wedding that I
was to be joined to the man who had raped me. Now you
are ten I hope you understand all this.” Lorena
admitted that she was aware of the ways between husband
and wife, it having been explained by one of the maids
at home when she had shed her first blood a few months
before.

“Well I went to my Father and told him that I did not
want to marry the man because I did not like him and
considered him rude and uncouth, but I did not let on
that I had been raped by the same man just those few
years before. My Father flew into a rage and called me
an ungrateful girl and said that I would have to marry
him anyway because everything was settled. I had to go
through with the wedding and it was that first night
that my position here was settled. At the wedding, when
asked if I would take this man to be my lawful wedded
husband, I said, “No,” but the priest pretended not to
hear and pronounced us wed.

“I think my husband had something to do with it. That
night when we were to consummate the wedding my husband
inspected me and seeing that I was not a virgin went to
my father refusing to have me, even though I had told
him that he was the one to have done this deed to me.
My Father was livid and told my new husband that he
could sell me or I would be sent to a monastery. My
husband said I should be sent to a monastery and that
my father should pay for the journey and pay
compensation to my husband.

“He had great joy in coming back to me and telling me
that I was to go to the monastery and that now my
father would have to sell his land to cover the cost
that I had placed upon his head, which meant that my
husband would be able to by it. Apparently my husband
and his father had been trying to get that land for
many years.

“After a year or so I was able to escape from the
monastery and I ran here, because I knew I had family
here, this is also as far as I got before my money ran
out. I started to look for work and your father was
kind enough to give me a maid’s position, here in the
big house, when he heard that I was related to
Titsilini.

I have written to my Father to tell him what really
happened but that was three years ago and I have not
heard anything. I also wrote to my husband and told him
that I would rather marry a horse than a rapist like
him and this is why I ride. I am going to go back one
day and ride though the town and yell at the top of my
voice exactly what happened and show that my horse is a
better husband than he ever could be. Maybe that will
put him to shame.”

Neltitaca fell silent. They had been walking together
through the fields of stubble after the corn had been
harvested. Lorena did not know what to say. She
substituted words for actions and put her arm round
Neltitaca’s waist. The young woman reached down and
rested her hand on Lorena’s shoulder and they continued
in silence. But after a while Lorena had a burning
question.

“So is Xaltocan your Fathers name or your married
name?” she asked. “It is the name of my mother before
she married my Father, I could not bear to use the name
of my husband but if I used my Father’s name then my
husband may find me if he comes looking.” That subject
was never broached again. Months passed before any new
developments appeared.

It was on Lorena’s twelfth Birthday that her Mother
called her to her room, during the afternoon siesta.
Lorena had no idea what the reason was so she arrived
without any worries or anxiety. She arrived outside the
door to her Mother’s room and tapped lightly on the
door. She was surprised when her mother opened it for
her rather than just calling come in. Lorena walked in
and stood waiting to find out what would happen next.
Her Mother limped, with the aid of her stick over to a
comfortable sedan and sitting on it beckoned Lorena to
join her. “Well my dear, how do you feel?”

This seemed a strange beginning as Lorena knew that her
Mother was not one for beating about the bush. The
question was sufficiently wide to cause some difficulty
in forming an answer. Lorena eve burning questions that
all young ladies have, while I will try my best to
answer them for you.”

This made Lorena even more puzzled, she had never known
her Mother to be like this before. It was as though she
was trying to be friendly instead of the usual business
like ruler of the house that she was. Still the first
question was clearer now.

“I am well and I am happy most of the time. I like the
horse riding and I like my time with Neltitaca, we talk
about all sorts of things and we can share secrets. I
just feel sad when she goes away for January and
February. I miss her so much. The other thing I don’t
like very much is all the lessons that I have to do. I
find them so tiring sometimes especially if it is sunny
and warm out. I feel that I could be out with the
horses or something else instead.”

She had been pondering the furniture and pictures in
the room as she spoke. It was not often that she had
time to think about these things she saw so rarely. As
she finished speaking she looked back at her Mother
sitting beside her.

Her Mother had been watching her as she made her
response and Lorena felt a little ashamed that she had
not been looking at her Mother as she had made her
answer, She had been taught always, as a small child,
to look at the person she was addressing. Her Mother
smiled. Perhaps this will be a pleasant afternoon after
all thought Lorena.

“I am glad that you have found such a good friend in
Neltitaca, she is a nice girl and has not had such a
good life as she deserved with her upbringing. It is a
shame that she is so much older than you but I think
may be she has been able to take on parts of being your
Mother that I have not been able to. I am very grateful
to her for the friendship she has shown you. It is only
right that you should like horses, it runs in the
family and I would have been very surprised had you
not. As for the lessons, well it is something that
every young lady should learn if they are to become the
head of the house one day.

“Your Father looks after the business side of the
Hacienda, with the growing of coffee and corn, and I
look after the running of the house. I control all the
accounts and the spending of money the staff all come
to me to find out what is to be done, when and how. As
your Father and I have only you as a child this
responsibility will fall to you when I die, and your
husband will run the Hacienda. So you see what you are
learning is very important for your future welfare.”
Lorena took this all in as it was given to her and then
thought about the statement.

“You and Father are not going to die yet are you?” she
asked some what apprehensive that everything may
suddenly fall on her shoulders very soon.

“No darling, not for a long time yet, your Father and I
have many good years ahead of us. I shall start to let
you take little bits off my hand gradually as you get
older. It is not very difficult, or I could not manage
with these legs, they pain me more as I grow older.”
Lorena saw a perfect opportunity to ask something she
had often wondered about.

“Mother, how did you hurt your leg?”

“That my dear happened a long time ago, before you were
born. I had been riding to see a friend, up in the
hills. I had spent rather a long time there and was
late returning home to my new husband. We had only been
married for a few weeks, your Father and I. I was
galloping back along the muddy lanes and came face to
face with a car. We didn’t have many of those things
then and the horse had never seen one. He took fright
and bolted, I was thrown and left lying in the lane
with a broken collar and fractured hip.

“Nobody knew what had happened until the horse turned
up home without me. This was seven hours later and it
was dark. I was not found for three days by which time
the bones were starting to knit. The doctor was not
very good and though he reset the brake he did not do a
good job and I have limped ever since. It used not to
hurt but just lately it has swollen and been causing me
pain.

“The accident stopped me doing all the things that I
used to love, now all I can do is run the house and do
things like knitting and reading. We were so glad when
you came along and we found out that I could still have
children. But there were complications with your little
brother and he died, and I never had another child.”

“What are complications, I thought it was like sums
when they are difficult?”

“It is just what they call it when things don’t go the
way they should when you give birth to a child. Some
times the doctor can fix the problem and sometimes he
can’t. With Jullio the doctor could not fix it.”

“Why are you telling me these things Mother?” “It is
because you are getting old enough to understand, you
need to know and I will not be able to tell you these
things later because you will be too busy looking after
the house for me. So what else would you like to know?”

“Can you tell me about riding underneath horses?”
Lorena was not sure she should have asked that question
but was pleasantly surprised when her Mother agreed.

“Yes my dear, it is one of the things that you need to
know, that I would not entrust to any other person. It
started many years ago when an important land owner
refused to go to his wife. He had found another girl
and was secretly making love to her. The wife found out
and accused him of adultery. The man did not care what
the wife said and ignored her.

She, far from embarrassed by the man’s infidelity,
asked all her friends what she should do, and they all
told her to take a lover. The wife did not want to have
another man as she felt that it would make her as bad
as her husband, so she chose a horse from the stables.
She had arranged a few bales of straw to lie on and
then led the horse in to the area and made love to him.
It was while she was coupled to the horse that her
husband came in and seeing her was furious.

He had some strong rope with him and he bound the woman
to the horse while they were still joined and then led
them through the streets to show everybody what a bad
wife she was. Well all the women who saw this already
knew that it was the husband that had been unfaithful
so they all joined together and the next day they rode,
tied under their horse, up to the husbands work place.

Once there, they all cried out how bad the man was for
being unfaithful to his wife and making her seek an
alternative lover. They shamed the man so much that he
ran away leaving the wife everything. She was so happy
to be rid of him, after he had tied her under the
horse, that from then on every year at carnival she
would ride through the streets of the town while
coupled to her favourite horse.

Many of the other women in the town followed suit,
especially if their husbands were found to be
unfaithful. Now it is done by many women whether their
husbands are faithful or not and whether they are
married or not. I did it before I was married and so
did my Mother. Your Father’s Mother also rode and so
has your aunt Elizabet Gloria Marria. In fact your aunt
still does even now. She never married and so she
enjoys a horse more often than most. She went to Mardi
Gras in Rio on two occasions as a belly rider.”

“Will you teach me to belly ride? I would like to
learn. Then Neltitaca and I could ride together.”
Lorena looked at her Mother hopefully.

“I will tell you how to start training, but you will
have to be shown the main part of the skill by someone
else. My leg makes it far to difficult for me to get
down to the stables and walk a horse for hours. First
though you will have to have a horse because you will
never complete the learning on a mare like you have
now.

“You must tell Rodrigues to mate your mare to Korrtona,
the big black stallion and with any luck you will have
a fine male foal to train next spring. I would be
surprised if you did not have a male foal as Korrtona
has only ever sired males in his fourteen years with
us. The new animal will be ready for you to ride come
your sixteenth Birthday.”

Lorena received much more instruction and many subjects
were covered in the next few hours. They talked long
into the night only separating for bed when everyone
else was asleep already. The next day Lorena was up
later than usual, but this did not prevent her from
going on her usual morning ride.

It being late January and the time for carnival
Neltitaca was not there to go with her so she shortened
the ride so as not to be late for her lessons. When she
returned to the stables with her horse she found
Rodrigues grooming one of the other mares. She went up
to him and quietly told him what her mother had said
the day before about mating her horse with Korrtona.

“I know all about that young lady.” He said. “I got my
instructions first thing this morning. You will find
the stall next to Korrtona empty. You put you horse in
there and I will see to her directly. She will have too
have special feed to make her foal extra strong so I
will take special care of her from now on. It’s a bit
late in the year to mate her but if she takes, then the
foal will be dropped in the late spring. November or
early December I would say. I will let you know when I
am going to join them so you can help me.”

Lorena was so pleased that she was to help in the
process. She took her mare to the required stall and
then after watering her and giving her a quick rub down
she went off to her classes.

-=*=-

About a week later when she went to collect her horse
for the morning ride, the horse was not there. Lorena
looked around but could not find her. Soon Rodrigues
appeared and told her to get some work clothes on as
today was the day.

Lorena ran indoors and changed, then ran out to the
corral. Her horse was tied between two short fences so
that she could not move sideways. Korrtona was in the
next paddock taking a great interest in the mare, who
had raised her tail and was trying to get free in order
to go to the big stallion. Lorena walked over to her
mare and comforted her.

A moment later Rodrigues walked over to her. “You know
what to do don’t you? You have seen it often enough.
Are you sure you will be all right because I will not
be able to help you? I will be too busy at the other
end. Just keep her calm and stay to one side.” Lorena
said she would be fine and the man went over to open
the gate to Korrtona’s paddock.

The stallion whinnied loudly and cantered into the
corral. He ran round the area by the fence, making lots
of noise and swiftly changing direction as though he
was taking part in a wild dance. The mare whinnied back
and held her tail high waving it about like a flag. The
stallion needed no additional invitation. He ran up to
her and then as though inspecting her he walked round
the place where she was tied. When he reached her back
he sniffed closely at her hind quarters.

He looked away briefly making a strange face, mouth
open and lips curled back. Then he returned his nose to
her rump and sniffed again. The strange face was
repeated and then instead of taking a third sniff, he
butted his head against her. This was it. Lorena wished
that she was more to the side of her horse so she could
see better but she had the responsibility of keeping
the mare calm. The mare seemed to be quite eager as the
stallion mounted her.

Ten minutes and it was done. Korrtona slipped off the
mare and snorting trotted round the fence that held the
other horse. They greeted each other with loud snorts
and whinnies, while Rodrigues and Lorena untied the
mare. Then the two horses were herded into the paddock
together.

“They will probably mate again before the day is out
but if it goes wrong at least the first was right,”
said Rodrigues. “I will see you in the morning young
lady.” And he marched off to the stables. Lorena stayed
to watch the horses as they trotted round the paddock
together playing chase and biting games. Those two
horses were obviously in love.

The following spring the foal was dropped. It seemed to
Lorena that the whole town had come to watch, but she
had a front stage seat. The foal was strong and was
able to stand within ten minutes of birth. Rodrigues
walked over and stood on the other side of the fence
from Lorena and her Mother.

“He is a fine strong lad and should serve you well and
for many years. What do you want to call him?” Lorena
looked closely at the new comer. He was mainly black
but had white patches down his spine and on his
forehead.

“I want to call him `Via Lactia’ (Milky Way in Spanish)
because of the stars all down his back. I like him, can
I come in and stroke him?”

“Wait until tomorrow and bring a small titbit,
something soft and sweet for him. Cook will know what.
Do that once or twice a week and he will grow to love
you as much as he loves his mother’s milk.”

The people gradually left until only Lorena, her Mother
and Titsilini were present and still interested in the
newest member of the community. They all three watched
the foal as he staggered and wobbled. It was not long
before he was steady enough to have his first feed and
as he did his Mother licked him bonding to her new son.
Three months later training started.

Lorena’s Mother called her up to her room again one
afternoon in the summer, “The first thing we have to do
is to train your foal to walk in such a way that his
hooves will never touch you while you are riding him
and to make sure that you do not get chaffed from his
legs. This will take as long as it takes him to reach
full growth when he is nearly three or four. Then we
will teach you to ride him and keep control and finally
how to join with him as a belly rider. I will help you
train the foal to walk, after that your aunt will have
the reins so to speak.” Again they talked for many
hours and Lorena asked many questions all of which were
answered in a direct manor.

The training started with a small bolster of about
fifteen centimetres diameter being suspended between
the foal’s forelegs. Lorena had to make the bolster
from old drapes stuffed with any old material that she
could lay her hands on. It was designed to make the
animal walk with its forelegs slightly apart so that in
later life when he had a rider suspended under him he
would not bash the rider’s head with his legs and
hooves.

At first the pony was most up set with the new addition
to his harness but after an hour or two of trying to
dislodge the hindrance, with some ineffective aid from
his mother, he decided to get on with his life as best
he could and by the next day he was scampering about as
before. The bolster was sufficiently soft so as not to
injure the animal but firm enough to be a problem if he
forgot to avoid it during his capers.

To begin with, Via, as the new member of the stables
came to be known, only had to carry the bolster for
about four or five hours each day. As the foal grew so
the diameter of the bolster was increased to match so
that by the time he was fully grown there would be
ample room for Lorena’s head to fit between the horse’s
legs. As the bolster was increased in size so to it was
made heavier until by the time the now young horse was
a year old he was carrying about thirty five kilograms
and the length of time that he carried it had increased
to twenty four hours per day with a day off once a
week.

While the horse had been practising walking with a
bundle slung under his belly, Lorena had been making a
riding sling. With her mothers help, and several old
and in some cases tatty, well used examples to go on,
she had combined newly tanned hides and freshly made
quilts into a workable system of straps, supports and
strengthening pieces.

These would all have to be combined to make the desired
end result once Via had reach his full grown height.
The harness not only had to be comfortable for the
horse but also for Lorena if she was to spend the three
days of Mardi Gras in its confines. Lorena was getting
very excited as time went by. The training could not
progress fast enough for her. She eagerly awaited the
day when she would climb into the harness for the first
time. However, Via continued to grow and the training
continued and all looked very promising.

Shortly after Lorena’s fifteenth Birthday, disaster
struck. Lorena was out with Neltitaca, on one of their
regular rides. Lorena was astride her new horse Via,
now a strong two year old and Neltitaca was on the big
black stallion Korrtona. They had been quite far and
eaten a picnic for lunch as Lorena had not had lessons
to go to and Nel had had a day off, it being a national
holiday. Nel had been saying how she would love to
belly ride with Korrtona, he being such a big horse in
all dimensions.

Lorena had felt a little envious of her friend who had
so many years experience riding like that, where as she
still had not lost her virginity, let alone had a
horse. The conversation had gone along the lines of all
the joy and learning that Lorena still had to sample,
where as Nel had done it all and was now finding it
hard to find anything new to try.

Many things had been said and they were both content
with their day and their friendship. As they returned
home in the afternoon and came into view of the
hacienda they saw a large cloud of black smoke rising
from the main building. They looked at each other and
then spurred their horse to a gallop. Both animals were
reasonably fresh, neither of them having been exerted
to strenuous exercise at all that day. It took then
nearly an hour to reach the home that they both loved
so much, as they had still some kilometres to go.

When they arrived they were met by Rodrigues and
Titsilini. They were lead through to the house, leaving
their horse in a field away from the smoke. Titsilini
was in tears, unable to say anything, so it was up to
Rodrigues to break the news to them.

“I don’t know how the fire actually started.” He said
as they walked along. “But it was first reported in the
kitchen. The alarm was rung and everybody evacuated as
quickly as they could. Unfortunately your Mother got
trapped upstairs, her bad leg and so on. Your Father
went back in to get her but he never came out again.
That was two hours ago. I am afraid that I don’t hold
much hope for either of them, though it is still
possible maybe.” He finished, trying to put a lighter
aspect to the news.

Lorena knew instantly that both her Mother and Father
were dead and now she was the head of the house, what
was left of it. As she walked along she thought about
all the things that she should do, but where to start.
Eventually she turned to Rodrigues for answers. “What
has been done so far?” she asked.

“Well I have set all the men on pumping water and those
of the women who are strong enough to carry buckets.
The others I set to moving all the animals to safe
places well away from here and when they returned I set
them to rescuing anything in any building that could be
reached without endangering life. But the weather has
been kind to us as the wind has blown all the smoke and
sparks away from the other buildings. So it is only the
main house that has burned. Very lucky that it did not
go right round the complex.”

As they arrived in the yard Lorena could see the extent
of the fire. The whole building was gutted except a
small part of the ground floor furthest away from the
kitchens. There was no hope for anybody who had not
been able to exit the fire at the beginning. Most of
the fire was out now with just a few patches still
smouldering with small flames, where the fire had been
hottest, but smoke still billowed up from most of the
wreckage. The men were still pouring in the water as
fast as they could and so it would not be long before
even the smoke was gone and the house was left as a
pile of charred, wet timbers. Rodrigues looked stunned.

“Oh holy Mary, it was not nearly as bad as this when I
last had time to look at the situation. Its all gone.”
His expression said it all. Stunned disbelief at such
devastation. He almost broke down and cried only just
managing to retain his composure. Lorena however seemed
to be quite detached from what she saw. She felt like
it was a dream and therefore it was not real. She would
do her best to help those in the dream with her but was
sure that in the morning when she awoke it would all be
back to normal. She studied the situation for a few
moments and then started to give orders. There were a
number of people from the village who had probably come
initially to watch the spectacle but had ended up being
roped in to work.

“Rodrigues, set the ladies to finding what we have in
the store house and see if it is enough to cover the
staff. We will need blankets and food for every one and
probably food for many of the village folk if this
carries on into the hours of darkness. If there is
anything that we are short of for tonight then send
some of the men from the village to see if they can
drum up enough to cover the short fall. Whatever we
borrow, I will want written down in a list, of who lent
it and a description of the items, so that they can be
returned to their rightful owners. A couple of the
ladies should go to round up the horse from all the
locations that they are at present so that they to can
be fed and watered.

“Nel’s and my horses should be seen to first as they
have been ridden hard and need to be rubbed down before
they catch a cold of something worse. Then when the
women are finished with the store room, I want
everything we have to be distributed to those that will
be here for the night and places allocated for each
person to sleep. When the smoke has died down I want
all the able bodied men to start sifting through the
wreckage to see what can be salvaged.”

The string of orders came hard and fast. Both Nell and
Rodrigues were amazed at the way Lorena took on the
task of being in charge. The orders were passed on and
the work of recovering from the trauma began in
earnest. Everybody seemed to set to as they received
new tasks to do and most of the folk worked well into
the hours of darkness.

Eventually jobs were completed and Lorena was unable to
think of any further things to pass on in the way of
new work. The villagers trickled of to their houses and
the staff of the ruined hacienda slowly settled down to
their make shift beds, strewn around the complex in
which ever buildings afforded some space. Lorena
however did not go to bed until much later. She sat on
a low wall watching the last wisps of smoke rise into
the darkness until the sleep in her head made her nod
off. She awoke with a start as she nearly fell from her
perch. She got up and going to find a spare place in
the stables she ended by lying down in the stall with
her young horse, who had ridden so hard that afternoon.

The morning dawned grey and uninviting but it soon
cleared up and by nine was sunny and bright. This did
not match the way the residents of the now charred
hacienda felt. After an almost sleepless night, Lorena
was one of the first to rise. She knew that the hard
task of clearing up had to continue and then money not
with standing, she would have to arrange the rebuilding
of her newly gained responsibility. There were those
she knew she could count on to help but many, unless
things were seen to progress at a good rate, would
drift away in search of better positions.

The first thing she set was cook details. It had turned
out that the normal cook for the complex had also died
in the conflagration along with two kitchen maids and a
young boy who was one of the maid’s sons. She dreaded
to think of the deaths but knew it would have to be
seen to. Bodies may be found in the wreckage and
condolences would have to be sent even if they weren’t.
then she set shifts for clearing the rubbish and
collecting anything that was salvageable. The rest were
set to every day tasks that had to continue. Care for
the animals and the general running of the plantations.
Working all this out took several hours and it was not
until after the midday meal, a sad affair by comparison
with the usual victuals.

Once everybody was engaged with some chore or other,
Lorena mounted her horse and rode down too the village
to look for a builder. Though her father had known a
good man for repairs and small tasks, the job that was
now needed was somewhat bigger and would have to be
surveyed and quoted for. This took her long into the
evening. Time passed by and after three months things
were looking up. For one thing all the staff had
remained on her pay role. Another thing was that the
new building was under way and actually looked like a
house although there was no roof and very little of the
interior was even started. All the regular things
required to run the plantations were going smoothly and
there were many helping hands for all the little jobs
that needed to be done.

There had been times of joy and sadness. Joy had come
when her aunt had turned up at the sight and had
started to help organise the arrangements that Lorena
had over looked. Her presence also meant that Lorena
could go back to training her horse for the belly
riding that she so wanted to do, when she had time
which was not often.

The sadness was when they only found two bodies out of
the six who had perished and neither could be
recognised. To prevent quarrels over who should have
the bones Lorena ordered six coffins and had the bones
distributed between them. Then bags of sand were added
to make up a weight so that the coffins would seem to
have a body in. this was enough to satisfy most of the
relations. The other sad thing was that the old lady,
who had instructed her to inject the horse for
Neltitaca all those years ago, came by soon after the
fire.

She came full of joy and unkind remarks, as though she
was happy to see the house in ruins and the former
owners burned to death in its flames. She tried to push
herself into being friends with some of the staff,
encouraging them to leave with her. But Lorena saw the
way of her intent and banished her telling her never to
return. It upset her knowing that she had to break a
promise to her mother, in order to banish the woman.

As things became more and more organised, Lorena was
able to go back to the regular training of her horse
and to her regular morning rides with Neltitaca. It was
on one of these rides with Nel strapped to her horse
that Lorena eventually broke down and cried for the
loss of her parents and home. When they returned to the
now nearly finished home, Lorena cuddled up to her best
friend, despite the fact that the other girl was still
joined to her horse. The comfort that was needed was
freely and happily given.

Everything was finished by the time Lorena’s sixteenth
Birthday arrived, and there was a major celebration for
Lorena and her new hacienda. That day three people
proposed marriage to the very eligible young land
owner.

Chapter 4

The celebrations had been the best she had attended for
many years. The fact that they were dedicated to her,
for her sixteenth Birthday made them doubly special.
She could select a husband from the many fine young men
who asked for her hand and all the attention filled
Lorena with a strong sense of pride. But she was a land
owner and who she married would have to be considered
very carefully, for the benefit of her and her
employees. She was not going to rush into an agreement
of matrimony. There were many who came forward to make
themselves known without actually making a proposition,
but Lorena knew that all the young men were eyeing her
up with a view to acquiring her lands, and her body.
However she was only sixteen and so time, at present
was on her side.

She spent the time dancing, exchanging jokes and
conversation with the others who were in attendance,
and generally the evening went without a hitch. There
was of course a fight or two between folk who had had
too much tequila, and could no longer distinguish
between a compliment and an insult, but there were
enough sober people to stop these conflicts in their
tracks.

The music was fast and happy, the food was tasty and
plentiful, most people were enjoying themselves when
Lorena finally called it a night, during the small
hours, which were no longer quite so small. She slipped
away without saying good night to anyone, hopefully
they would all just keep dancing and singing, and not
notice her departure. However there was one. There is
always one who will not leave you alone and eventually
they end up making themselves despised. There was just
such a man at this occasion.

He had asked her several times to dance with him, and
though he was not a bad dancer he had tended to take
liberties with the way he had held her. Placing his
hand on her bottom and touching her breast on one
occasion, had made these times on the floor, more of a
battle than pleasant interlude. She was pleased that
she would not have to duel with him again that night,
or so she thought.

She slipped into the house, newly completed and looking
just as she had wished when she and the designer had
set out the plans. Crossing the hall to the wide
stairway she set foot on the bottom tread. She was
tired and so advanced slowly up and did not hear the
door open again behind her. Lorena was about half way
up the stair when the man’s gruff voice stopped her in
her tracks.

She turned slowly and eyed him with scorn. He was still
at the bottom of the staircase looking up at her with a
glint of cunning in his eye, or it would have been if
he had not been so very drunk.

“You will miss the party if you come in here.” Lorena
said down at him.

“Not the party I’m thinking of my lovely, why don’t you
show me your nice new bed and we can try it together.”
Lorena thanked god that she had not had much to drink
and still had her wits about her.

“I don’t think that is a good idea, you probably snore
and that would keep me awake.” There was a hope in her
mind that maybe this boor would just get the message
and leave, but ultimately she realised that he would
not, unless she made him leave.

“I don’t think I want to sleep, the night is too pretty
for that. Why don’t we just spend some time together,
just you and me, in your room testing the furniture?”
he lurched up a step, holding onto the banister for
support.

“I don’t think that is a good idea,” replied Lorena.
“You are too drunk to get out of the house if it burns
down again and I would not like to have your life on my
conscience if you were to get court in the flames.”

“There is not going to be any fire in this house, it is
built too strong. Come on what do you say to a little
chat in your room, just the two of us, no one else need
know?” Lorena noticed that he had a bottle in his hand
as he lurched up two more steps. He took a drink but
the effort did not make him unstable. He still had a
long way to go before he went down in a drunken stupor.
Lorena realised that she would have to tackle him
herself or scream for help. The party was too noisy for
a scream, she would have to come up with her own plan
and hope that it worked. Her admirer took two more
steps and rested again looking at her as if appraising
the fitness of a new horse that he had just bought.
Lorena turned and climbed the rest of the stairs and
then turned again to look back at her assailant.

“If you want to see my room you had better hurry, I am
not going to wait all night.” The man whose name she
could not think of at that moment produced a big grin
all over his face and started up the rest of the stair.

“That’s my girl, I knew you wanted me all along. Just
trying to play me like a fish you were, with all that
dancing with other men. Playing the field to see if
there was a better catch, but I knew you would choose
me, Ha, ha, ha.” Pulling himself up by the banister as
he spoke he had nearly reached the top. Four steps
down, he stopped and took another drink from the
bottle. It was still three quarters full. Shame to
spill all that, thought Lorena. The foe stepped up
another step, rested and then climbed another.

“Mighty fine of you to wait for me like this,” he said
as he advanced. “You and I are going….” he never saw
the foot that flew out and kicked him under the chin.
His head had been at the level of Lorena’s stomach and
just the right distance for a good contact. Lorena was
sad that she only had thin dancing shoes on and not her
riding boots, but the fall would contribute to the
effect. The impact bruised her toe but she did not
notice until she went to step on it. she had great
satisfaction watching the poor man tumble down her new
stairs and end up as a heap at the bottom.

Should she go to check on him? Was he still breathing?
Would he get up in a minute and come after her? He
didn’t move. Lorena started down the stairs and the
pain shot through her toe. She grabbed the railing just
in time and prevented herself from following her
victim. Was it broken? She tested her weight in the
offending foot and found that it was his shoulders. She
thought that was very funny as she admired her handy
work.

It was as well she had decided against his advances,
his genitals were too small even for a prairie dog. He
would not be her stallion. She laughed at her little
joke as she climbed slowly to her room. Once in she
locked the door behind her and went for a comfortable
sleep in her own bed, alone. What would the rest of the
house hold make of his strange predicament?

The dawn broke quietly and Lorena was soon up and
dressed. She went down to find her adversary still
asleep, tied just as she had left him. Her foot only
ached a little bit, nothing to worry about and the
vagabond was obviously going to sleep for some time to
come. Should she let him go? No leave it until he woke
then get him to promise to leave her alone as she did
not like his countenance. She scribbled a quick note to
the staff to leave him as he was, and then went to the
stables to collect her horse.

Via was already saddled and waiting. Nel’s horse was
also rigged with her sling. Lorena stood and petted her
horse gently while she waited for Nel to appear, and
wondered when she herself would be starting her proper
first belly rid. Via was full grown now and had a good
wide spread in his forelegs. Lorena had finished making
her own sling and had tried it on Via but had not yet
ridden naked in it. Soon she hoped, as Nel appeared.

The girl was carrying a syringe containing the now
familiar green liquid. Could Lorena still call Nel a
girl? She was twenty six years old now, a grown woman
and beginning to show her age with one or two thin
lines around the mouth and eyes. Lorena herself was a
woman now if she could entertain propositions of
marriage. Yes it was true, they were both women now and
all childhood things would have to be relinquished to
those who were still of that age. Not for her any more.
As of the previous day, she was no longer a child.

A few moments later Lorena’s Aunt walked in and
appraised the situation.

“Now Lorena it is time to take on the adult side of
your training. There is no reason for you not to know
every aspect of what is involved in this style of
riding, so from now on you will assist Neltitaca in her
ride and she has consented to help you as you
progress.” Lorena was instructed in the art of
injecting the horse as she had once done before, and
then as the penis swelled to its full size she guided
it into the waiting vagina of her best and closest
friend.

It no longer amazed Lorena that such a huge piece of
flesh could be inserted into the lower depths of the
female human body. It only gave her a strong tingling
feeling of excitement in her own loins. A feeling of
longing and need that she knew would soon be relieved
by her own body being pierced by her own loving
stallion. The sense of anticipation was exciting to her
keen mind. How long would it be before she too rode in
this fashion? There was of course the natural barrier
that had to be broken. How would it be achieved?
Lorena’s emotions were mixed up with longing and a
little fear as she led the horses out to the yard.
Mounting her own horse she and Neltitaca rode out
together. Two girls, two different styles of riding.

Neltitaca took command of her own horse to begin with.
They rode slowly through the fields until Nel passed
through her first orgasm of the day. At this point
Lorena had to take the lead and move both horses on.
She was very familiar with the appearance of her friend
impaled on the thick horse meat, but she still loved to
watch the thrust and parry of the two bodies as they
interacted together. The rhythmic swing of the lady in
the harness rocking in time to the step of the horse.
The sliding of the penis, in and out of the wet vagina.
There was not a lot of motion there but it showed and
even after all this time Lorena could not take her eyes
off the action.

For the past two years, at least, Lorena had returned
to her home, after watching her friend Nel saddled in
this way, and had to change out of wet under garments
due to the effect of the erotic view. She had even had
orgasms of her own while riding and watching her friend
get thoroughly impaled. Today was no different, but she
would not get an opportunity to change at the end of
the ride.

They were gone for about two hours. Walking their
horses the whole way, chatting in between Nel’s
orgasms. Lorena tried to hold off from her own ecstatic
responses to the ride, but failed miserably. Even Nel
knew that Lorena had succumbed to the sexual pleasure.
They returned to the stables and found Lorena’s Aunt
waiting for them. She was a middle aged woman, still
attractive and without the worry lines that married
life seemed to bring to women. Tall at one metre eighty
she stood several centimetres over both Nel and Lorena,
Nel being the shortest of the three.

Lorena was surprised to see her Aunt Elizabet but made
no comment. She admired her Aunt for her ability to
take stock of any situation and put things in motion to
set things straight. Doubtless something needed to be
organised, Lorena had no idea it was herself that would
be the subject of the change this time. Lorena followed
the older woman to the house admiring her long hare as
she went. There was no spare flesh on this lady and
there was still a lot of girlish swagger in the hips as
she stepped out. This was a pretty woman and Lorena
hoped to look that good when she was forty plus. They
walked into the house and Elizabet lead the way to her
room. They entered and closed the door behind them.

“The time has come for you to take to your horse. Via
is a fine beast and will serve you well for many years,
but he can not serve if you are not opened to him.”
There was no beating about the bush here. Everything
was stated as it was, not as a story that eventually
had a punch line.

“There are two ways to make yourself available to him.
One is to take a man and marry and have to live with a
husband dictating your every move or you can do it
yourself, which requires more courage. I took
preference of the second option and have never known a
man. I can not tell you what it would be like to live
with a man, and I can not advise you as to which man
would be good for you. I have seen many men beat their
wives and I have seen many wives beat their husbands.
You will never have to live with either if you do what
I did and open yourself, but you have to have the
strength to go through with the pain from your own
hand, which may be harder.”

Lorena looked her Aunt squarely and made her choice.
There was of course a third option, the man down stares
would gladly have helped her, but she did not fancy the
thought of his groping hands. She would do it herself.

The die was cast and Lorena was instructed on how to do
it. The older lady went to a dresser and extracted from
one of the draws a long cylindrical thing. Lorena could
not see what it was at first but soon all was revealed.
It was a wooden phallus, about forty five centimetres
long and five centimetres thick. It had a penis shaped
head that was a good centimetre thicker than the rest
of the shaft and at the other end there was what
appeared to be a hand grip.

The whole thing was immaculately carved with the shapes
of the vanes and foreskin showing. It even had the
little split in the head where a man peed. It was of a
dark red wood, highly polished and very smooth to the
touch. It was handed to Lorena to feel and explore. She
caressed it lovingly and wondered if she had the
strength to use it. she knew where it had to go and how
it all fitted but she had been told that the pain was
extreme the first time. Would she manage on her own?
She expressed her doubt and received reassurance from
the older woman.

“Come follow me, there is no time like the present and
then you can have your first true ride tomorrow.”
Elizabit waltzed out of the room with Lorena close
behind.

“I bought this from a trader who I saw at market one
year when I was about fifteen. I had been sent by my
Mother to buy groceries and as I had a little money of
my own I was looking for some thing to keep me amused.
The indian had come from one of the Amazonian tribes
and he was looking to trade for tools that he needed.
He would not take money so I had to go and get what he
wanted in order to get what I had taken a fancy to. I
took a liking to this as soon as I saw it.

“The indian said that it would bring me luck in
marriage and I would never have to worry about my man.
He was right, I have never had to worry about any man.
He had a number of other things like rattles and small
trinkets, a man’s hat and a few things that natives of
the forest use to cover themselves, but it was this
that really caught my eye. He wanted a large machete in
exchange so I duly went and got one.

“It took all of my money to get the type of blade that
he had requested which had to be of fine steel. When I
went back to see him with my exchange item he took it
from me and cut a lock of his hair with it. Then he
handed me what I wanted, packed up all his things and
left, I never saw him again. Though I asked about him,
nobody seemed to have noticed him, then or at any other
time. Anyway this is what I received from him and it
has served me well. Now I pass it on to you and bless
your use of it. It will bring you good luck with men,
and when it is time pass it on to another. One who you
love and trust.” The phallus was passed to Lorena who
took it, feeling a little strange as she received it.

They had walked down to the hall and Lorena observed
the man from the previous evening. He was awake now and
moaning, still trussed up, obviously there was a storm
in his head from the night’s drinking. He had also
relieved himself on the stone floor. Lorena and her
Aunt took no notice and walked by him on their way out
to the Yard.

The man’s eyes followed Lorena as she passed him and as
they were about to walk out he made a wining request to
be released, all to no avail. Elizabet marched out to
the centre of the court yard and stopped. Lorena
stopped too, not knowing what to expect next.

“You are the lady of this hacienda. The undisputed
owner of the house and lands. There is no person who
has sway over your life here. It is a very privileged
position, one that very few women ever have. If you
wish too keep it this way you must demonstrate the fact
that you will have no man as master. If you fail in
this you will be married by the end of your seventeenth
year.

“If you succeed you will be able to choose in your own
time. You must open yourself here and now for all to
see. This is the only way to stave of the swarm of men
who vie for your land. There may not seem to be any who
watch at this time but many will see and all will know
by the night.” Lorena was shocked at what she was
expected to do. She turned bright red and the heat
filled her head.

“I have to do it here, now, in full view? I….” She
stammered but could not get any more words out, such
was her shock.

“Don’t fluster now girl,” said her Aunt. It is this or
be under another’s rule. There is no point in hiding to
do this. No body will know and you will still be
pursued until you relent and accept a man to be your
better. You must strip and act quickly, that is the
only way.” Lorena stood still looking at her Aunt. She
could see the sincerity of the woman’s beliefs and came
to realise that it was true. She would be pursued until
some man gained access to her land and body, then she
would be subservient to that man. This was not what she
wanted.

For two years she had been her own boss. She had even
learned her father’s side of the running of the
hacienda, with the help of her trusted staff. This was
good for her but it was also good for her staff. They
would know that she would run things here as long as
she chose to and only when she found the right person
would she let them take over, as man of the estate.

“Before I do this, there is one other thing I must do
to ensure my message gets round.” She went into the
stables and came back with a whip and then went back
into the house. She stood in the door way and looked
down at the bound excuse for a man who she had silenced
the night before. He started to plead with her to let
him free, but she cut his wines short.

“I will let you free and you will carry a message for
me. If you try to touch me I will let you feel this.”
She said holding the long strand of the whip in front
of him. Then she stepped forward and cut his legs free,
followed quickly by the release of the bindings on his
arms. His legs crashed to the floor and he cried out as
the pain shot into his heels. Then Lorena threw his
trousers into the puddle of urine that he had made. He
watched them approach him and then his face fell as he
realised they would have to be cleaned before he could
ware them again.

“When you have cleaned that mess up you may come out to
receive the message. I hope you are sufficiently
ashamed of your behaviour last night” The voice was
calm and strong. There was no doubt that what she said
would have to be done. Then she shouted for one of her
male staff. “Pascoe.”

The man came running and gave a little bow as he
arrived in front of her. He was instructed to see that
Lorena’s victim, who still sat in his own urine,
cleaned every trace of the offending substance away,
before being permitted to exit the building. Pascoe was
a strong looking Spanish, indian mix and Lorena felt
sure that he would see that the work was done
completely. She turned and left them to the job. Once
back in the centre of the yard she spoke to her Aunt.

“I will have an audience to carry the message and I am
sure that it will reach every villager here.” She
handed the whip and the wooden phallus to the older
woman. “Would you hold these for me while I prepare
myself please?”

The two items were accepted without comment and Lorena
started to remove her cloths. Her tank top, her blouse,
skirt, boots, and finally underwear. Each item of
clothing was laid out on the ground in a neat
arrangement ready for easy retrieval later. Her panties
were still damp from her earlier orgasms on horseback.
She had never been naked in public before and the
sensation filled Lorena with a slight sense of guilt
that she should be exposing her body to all, but at the
same time it was exhilarating and she felt free. She
knew she would go naked again and often even if only at
night.

With everything arranged as she wanted it, she turned
back to her Aunt and accepted the whip and phallus
back. She had been thinking hard about how she should
go ahead with this ceremony and had not found any plan
that satisfied her. She would take it as it came. She
hung the whip over her right shoulder, with the handle
between her breasts. She had only collected it so she
would have some form of protection in the event that
she was attacked. It gave her some sort of mental boost
to know it was to hand. Then she stood in the middle of
the yard with her legs about fifty centimetres apart,
facing the door to the home she had had built. Ten
minutes later her assailant and his guard came on to
the porch.

Lorena knew that this was her moment. Holding the
phallus in both hands she raised it above her head and
showed it to all who could see. By now there were
several people who had come out of the buildings to
watch. A silent prayer passed Lorena’s lips. She
adjusted her hold on the phallus so that both hands
were on the handle. She lowered it and bending forward,
placed the head of the wooden monster between her legs.
Her pussy was wet and her juice dripped to the ground
in anticipation. Slowly she raised the head of the
implement so that it touched her vaginal opening. She
turned the shaft round so that the whole head shape
would receive a coating of her love juice. Angling her
hands and the stick so it pointed up to her womb, she
suddenly thrust up, impaling her body on the end of the
phallus. It split her flesh and a stab of pain entered
her stomach. It hurt but was bearable. She would not
faint.

The head of the phallus was hidden by her body but the
rest of the stick was still exposed. Something sticky
ran on to her fingers as she thrust upwards again. This
time a length of the shaft slid into her body. There
was no additional pain, for which she was grateful.
Lorena felt as though she had accepted at least thirty
centimetres but when she looked she could still see
more than half of the tool protruding from her body.
One final thrust maybe. Her pussy lips felt dry and she
could see blood. Her mouth was dry and she was feeling
a little disorientated. She clenched her muscles and
pulled up on the handle of the piece of wood.

It slid in slowly, but it slid in. At last she felt
something get moved inside her stomach. There was a new
pain that stabbed her lower abdomen. Had the rod gone
in as deep as it could? She tried again. There was the
same pain again, it was not bad in fact she could grow
to like it. She decided that the phallus was in as far
is it would go. It was a solid unbending shaft. It
yielded to nothing, perhaps flesh was easier. Lorena
let go of the phallus and stood up strait, leaving it
still inside her body. She felt the pressure ease in
the depths of her vagina and realised that it would
probably go in further now as her body was straight
like the phallus. She did not try. She looked at her
hands. There was blood on her fingers.

The job was done. It felt strange to have such a large
item inside her body where nothing had ever been
before. It was tight and stretched the walls of her
vagina. Too tight to slip out she decided. She looked
around her, maybe fifteen people were standing round
watching. Some smiled some seemed serious. Her Aunt was
smiling, the man she had tied up looked as though he
had been robbed of all his money. Lorena realised that
he had really wanted her and now knew he would not have
her. An idea came into her head of how she could rub it
in.

She walked over to the man remembering that his name
was Ferdinand. The shaft of the tool rubbed between her
legs as she walked. Bending over in front of him she
grasped the phallus and in one swift motion, pulled it
out and held it above her head. It felt like fire in
her body as it tugged on her skin but she stood
straight defying the pain. She looked at the bloody
thing. The stain covered a little under half the
length. She was proud to have accommodated that much
and smiled. Then she made her proclamation.

“I declare that I shall take no man until I deem the
time is right. Until that time, this is my master.”
Putting her hands down she spoke to her would be
suitor.

“Well Ferdinand, your message is to report to the
village what you have seen here today. You may go now.”
He was crest fallen. He bowed slightly to her and
clutching his wet trousers he shuffled away. He looked
back several times before he passed through the gate as
though he was getting a last look at something he would
never see again. He was not a poor man and had some
influence in the village but she did not want him. The
right man would come along one day and Lorena felt she
had all the time in the world. Lorena turned to her
Aunt. The small groups of people, her staff, slowly
turned and went back to their work. The show was over.
The pain was gone and Lorena knew it would not return
again. She was free to do as she pleased now, within
the bounds of her morality and that was very
satisfying.

“Was that what you had expected?” Lorena asked her
Aunt. “I hope I didn’t make too much of a show.” She
bent to collect her cloths, not noticing the blood that
was getting smeared on the garments.

“I think you did very well. Dramatic but brief. I cried
out when I did it, but I did not have an audience that
I was aware of. It was only later that I found out that
I had been seen when I heard two people discussing me,
and my actions. I am very proud of you. Tomorrow you
will try Via for size, and if he is not too big we will
get you saddled up, other wise you will have to stretch
yourself some more. You had better go and clean
yourself up now. Warm water with a little common
plantain, no soap. Colletta has the plantain she will
know what to do.”

The old lady turned away and walked off while Lorena
went to her room calling for Colletta as she went. The
bath was duly filled and Lorena slipped into its warm
waters, comforted by the herbal additives. As she lay
back letting her long hair float around her she mused
over the experiences that she would have the next day.
Would she at last achieve her ambition? This was upper
most in her mind. More than ten long years she had had
to wait. Would she be able to ride side by side with
Neltitaca for the first time?

She soaked in the water until it was cold, feeling with
her fingers, the wounds that she had induced. They were
tender. Then she called for a hot jug of fresh water to
rinse herself, before drying and dressing for the mid
day meal. The afternoon was hers, to do with as she
pleased, and the night saw her go early to bed. The
following morning was bright and Lorena sprang from her
bed as though she had fire in her loins.

Today was the day and she did not want to waste any of
it. She had a light snack and went to the stables
without dressing. In the stables she saddled up both
her own and Neltitaca’s horses with the appropriate
trappings. She suspended the riding sling from Nel’s
horse but left her own sling of for the time being.

Then she found the syringes and measured the correct
dose of papaverine for Nel’s horse and measured a dose
of phenoxy benzamine for Via. The phenoxy benzamine was
a drug that, though it produced the same effects, of
swelling and stiffening the male member, it would only
last about half the time that a similar dose of
papaverine would last. Both worked by reducing the
tension in the muscles around the veins, into which
they were injected. This allowed additional blood to
flow into the veins and so induce an artificial
erection.

Lorena was not aware of the mechanics of what she was
doing but she was very aware of the effects that she
hoped to be experiencing in just a few short moments.
Her Aunt had informed her of all the dosages that could
be used and the length of time each dose would last.
For her self she would administer the smallest dose of
the weaker drug. The effect should last about two
hours. That she felt would be quite enough for her
first ride.

However before that she had to try the horse without
the drug. She did not want to inject the expensive
chemicals and then find that she was still too small to
take the beast. Placing the prepared syringes in a safe
place, where she could collect them later she went back
to the horses and pulled Via from his stall. He
followed her willingly and seemed to be quite aware
that something was about to change for him. It would be
his first time too.

The stables were all in one large building that had
stalls up both sides and a large space in the middle,
all under one roof. The floor was of packed earth with
straw scattered randomly. It was softer than having a
prepared floor but was also dusty and uneven. Lorena
stopped in the middle of the building and looked her
horse over. There were no faults or problems to be seen
with feet or coat and his eyes looked bright and shiny.
He was in good health.

Normally it would have been Rodrigues who checked the
animal at the beginning of the day but this morning it
was still to early even for him. It would not be long
before he turned up but Lorena could not wait. She left
the horse standing in the middle of the stables and
fetched a small bench and placed it next to her lover
to be. She would need something to lie on for this
experiment. Via stood still only swinging his head to
watch her every move. Then Lorena collected the
grooming brushes and started to groom her stallion with
long slow sweeps from neck to buttocks.

Starting at the top of his body she gradually worked
her way over his coat until she reached his stomach.
When she had finished she was very glad to see his
large penis protruding from between his hind legs. It
was not totally hard but it did have some stiffness.
Only a little more stimulation would be required to
bring him to full throttle. Kneeling down on the ground
next to the animal she took hold of the extended member
and stroked it gently. The texture was firm but the
skin was soft like velvet.

As she fondled the penis she realised