A Rough Ride: Pony Girl Training in Latex and Leather by C. P. Mandara

as her breasts, inner thighs and ass cheeks, she almost exploded with feeling. It was prickly at first and took a little getting used to, but as it gradually increased in intensity she could not stop herself from squirming in heat. Trying to escape the current was useless, especially when her feet where pinned into tight pedals. Add that to the pumping dildos, the boob massager, an occasional nipple tweak with one or both clamps and a vibrating clit stimulator, and you had a hell of a time focusing on anything. The orgasm building inside her was swift of commencement and quick to intensify into a thigh-trembling, full-blown, earth-shattering need. She wanted this. Albrecht had created such an incredible thirst for pleasure inside her that there was little else she could think about. It couldn't be slaked, no matter how many times she was granted an orgasm. Knowing she would be denied such a release made the pain and imminent denial of such hedonism all the more powerful. Why did you always long for that which you could not have? And she hungered.
    Each second that ticked by, each slow, dragging turn on the pedal by her hoof increased her anxiety. The screen flashed instructions to her and beeped out obscenities, but she barely heard them. She could only listen to the concentrated whimpering of her body as it cried out for release. The dildos began to vibrate in both her ass and pussy. She tried to suck in air. No air. She could barely breathe through the tiny hole in her gag and her nose was not cooperating. The beeping became louder in both volume and pitch. Her eardrums protested the sound. Kyle shouted something, but his words sounded slurred and broken inside her head. Her suit was too tight and far too hot. Her hooved hands pawed helplessly in mid-air. Her mouth wanted to shout 'get me out of here!' but all she could do was suffer in silence as the suit consumed and suffocated her physique.
    There was another shout from Kyle, angrier this time, but no more intelligible to her addled brain. Her feet could not move any faster even though she tried her hardest to pummel the pedals beneath her.
    With no warning the device shocked her body into bone-jarringly rigid submission. One of her hooves smacked her hard in the face as her body did its best to escape the pain being shot through it. It felt like a thousand rubber-band slingshots had been aimed at her body and snapped. Every nerve-ending screamed, each hair stood on end and every muscle contracted with agony. Her eyesight disappeared for a second before everything began shaking. Then Jenny realised it was her shaking, rather than the room around her.
    Unsurprisingly enough, when comprehension of her surroundings dawned and she heard Kyle yelling in the background, her feet began to move again. They were shaky circles her ankles were making, but they were adequate. On the plus side, all thoughts of her impending orgasm and desperation to climax had been abruptly forgotten. With her lungs breathing fire she began to dwell on the thoughts of her own fragile mortality.
    By the time they'd reached the forty minute mark Petal was getting a regular shock every five minutes or so. Whilst he enjoyed administering the dose of current, watching as it spiralled through her body, making her twitch and jump spasmodically, he realised he had much more work on his hands than he'd initially thought. The girl was so out of condition that a lazy thirty minute walk might finish her off. He'd never seen a pony so out of condition, and it was galling to realise that they were going to have a hell of time catching up to the others, even on the fast-track programme he had planned for her.
    'Faster, Petal, faster.' Kyle kicked his feet out in front of him and watched disgustedly as Petal once again faltered on the pedals. The bike sprang to life with flashing lights and alarms. Goddamn. He was officially annoyed and they hadn't been in partnership more than an hour. This wasn't a great start to