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pound her with no goal other than to blow their load inside of her. Any pleasure beyond the filling of her tight hole would be provided by her owner.
    Even so, she was so horny and needy that she found herself approaching an orgasm. Goldie almost never came from being fucked from behind so it would be a minor miracle. She closed her eyes tight and let herself go in the moment, imagining him as a powerful black stallion fucking her and praying that he could keep pounding her cunt long enough for her to cum. Suddenly, she felt the touch of Madame’s hands on her tits, rubbing and stimulating her perky nipples. It was all the help she needed. She careened over the edge of her orgasm, whinnying loudly as she clamped down on him. A second later he answered her with a deeper animal sound and came a large, hot load into her. He rested on top of her for a moment as the twitches of his orgasm left him, then withdrew his cock slowly. It bounced as it fell out of her, still rock hard, and a trickle of white cum dripped onto the floor. Goldie was panting and trembling with her own powerful climax, but she recovered just enough to turn her body subtly so that the two waiting stallions and the grooms would be given a very interesting view. She tightened and released her muscles, winking her cunt at them as the jizz of the first lucky stallion dribbled out of her and onto the sawdust floor of the breeding shed.
    “That was well done,” Madame Carnegie said as she exchanged lead rope with Jonathan. The groom took charge of the stallion again, winking to Goldie as he led the sweating, sated ponyboy back to the line of waiting ponyboys. Madame took Goldie’s lead rope firmly in hand. Goldie had straightened up, and was eyeing the stallions with eagerness, trying to guess which one her owner would have take her next. “It is best if I handle the mare’s head during this next breeding. King’s Ransom is a hellova stallion. He’s one of mine, you know. But he tends to be over eager and I know from experience that Goldie responds poorly to that sort of thing. Use a firm hand with him, Reginald.”
    Goldie grinned inwardly in anticipation. She loved it when Madame encouraged her to be uppity, because then she would be “rewarded” with punishments and more restriction. She shook out her long hair and prepared herself to respond as authentically to the next stallion as possible. Reginald led the tall, dark haired man with the black butt plug horsetail to her side. He leaned in to her as if to smell her, then pulled quickly and tugged forcefully at the lead rope as he tried to get behind her. He used his torso to push at her back, trying to force her back down into mare position, and snapped at her neck and shoulders to bite at them as a randy stallion would. She whinnied loudly and tried to kick backwards, the breeding hobbles preventing her from actually landing a kick. Then she danced away, trying the same shoulder trick she had used on Jonathan earlier. Her owner was too experience to be taken in by such a ploy and Goldie wasn’t able to free herself despite giving it her best try.
    Madame Carnegie clucked under her breath as if disappointed. “I was afraid it would come to this,” she said as she walked Goldie in a circle to calm her down. Goldie whinnied again, a loud wordless sound of rebellion. If her owner wanted a show of defiance, she was going to get one! “We’re going to have to use more aggressive measures with the mare and stallion. Reginald, back him off a ways away. Sally you can help me with the breeding table.” She gave the scrub wearing woman her name for the first time. Sally eagerly helped lead Goldie to the vaulting table and coax her to lean over it. Madame removed the vet stretch wrap around her wrists and bound them under the table with real, thick leather cuffs that already hung there ready to restrain her. Then, Madame walked calmly to the wall where a number of breeding implements hung and selected a