Arabian Plaything Chapter 12

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Arabian Plaything Chapter 12„I shall go to the races this afternoon,“ announced Princess Karina.„Yes, Highness.“ Kemal, Head of Stables, bowed low. „Will you be racing yourself, Highness?“„I will.“„Black Beauty and Saucy Lady will be in immaculate condition, Highness.“The faintest trace of a smile flickered over the tall, dark, flashing-eyed woman. „As always,“ she murmured.„Thank you, Highness.“Kemal bowed low again and made his way from the royal chamber. He was pleased. It was always a good thing to have Princess Karina at one of the weekly race-meetings. It gave them added status, added excitement. Which was an advantage to the Stables as a whole.When her Head of Stables had gone, Princess Karina lay down on a cushioned couch and summoned a slave girl… who swiftly brought her a goblet of light, dry white wine. It was a most refreshing drink, one which she now preferred to spirits before luncheon. As she sipped it, she let her mind drift over the situation of her two Ponies. What an incredible gulf there was between their situation and hers.They lived like a****ls.Were used as a****ls.Yet she, with a flick of her fingers, could command virtually everything a woman could desire.That thought was most, most pleasing.Also, most pleasing it was to contemplate how Lady Isabel Dysart felt. Once an aristocrat herself… once proud and demanding herself… the best she could now aspire to was to please her Mistress. As a Pony. To step out well… to canter fast… to win applause for the rhythmic joggling of her shapely, naked posterior.Oh what a fate!Oh what a fate to prance and perform under the name of Saucy Lady!Then there was Black Beauty.A supremely athletic female creature. Once, it was understood, a tribal princess herself. A woman of such superb Negroid beauty that many men would have given their eyeteeth to possess her. As it was, she was available to the brutish Kemal at any time.Oh what a fate!Oh what a fate to have to cavort and to canter in order to win praise, under the name of Black Beauty!Yet that was how it was…Princess Karina smiled with luxurious complacency.Oh what an absolute delight it was to hold such absolute power!A DAY AT THE RACESfeaturingBLACK BEAUTYSAUCY LADYLADY LONGLEGSDUSKY DAMSELJERSEY LILYURGENT DESIREPRIDE OF ERINVAGUELY VIRGINandTHEIR DRIVERSWhen she attended the races that afternoon, Princess Karina was in her customary black leather riding outfit. It was exceedingly thin leather, molding to her superb, tall and lithe figure, and the leather was decorated with gold trimmings and buttons. Not to mention epaulettes. Calf-length boots gleamed in the sunlight (a slave-girl had spent the whole morning polishing and re-polishing them!) and the heels were six inch spikes. As she strolled through the Paddock, a vicious-looking riding switch of black, plaited leather cracked, even and anon, against one of the boots.Some Princesses look meek and mild.This one was very much in command.All the Ponies were parading by the time Princess Karina had arrived and, since news of her intended presence had got about, there was a goodly attendance of guests thronging the seats around the Paddock.First of all Princess Karina examined her own two Ponies… expressing herself satisfied.„Lovely sheen both of them…“„Thank you, Highness.“„Are they fit, really fit?“„They’ve been exercised every day, Highness. But they’re a bit short of a race or two.“„Aaahhh…“„But I shouldn’t worry, Highness. In my view, they’re a different class to the rest of them.“„Mmmmm… maybe you’re right, Kemal. Anyway, congratulations on turning them both out so well.“ Princess Karina patted the flank of Black Beauty. Then moving back, came to Saucy Lady. She slipped a lump of sugar into her palm and proffered it. The white-skinned Pony took it between her lips with seeming relish and champed it down.„Will you be racing yourself, Highness?“„Most likely, Kemal, most likely.“The fat Turk bowed. He was happy that his two most attractive and skilful performers were going to be put through their paces.In leisurely fashion, Princess Karina strolled round the Paddock, stopping now and then to examine some of the other Ponies. Then she made her way to the Princesses Dais where, surrounded by courtiers and privileged guests, she took her seat.Hardly had she done so when an austere-looking middle-aged woman bent forward and addressed herself to her.„Care for a contest, Highness?“ she enquired. The accent was Bostonian.„Why not?“ smiled Princess Karina. „Take your pick and name your stake.“„I’ve already chosen,“ replied the American woman. „Lady Longlegs and that newcomer, Dusky Damsel. Four laps. Five thousand dollars to the winner.“Princess Karina inclined her head. „I will give you half a lap start,“ she said.The American grinned happily. „You’re on,“ she replied, evidently satisfied. She had heard rumors that Lady Longlegs had reached peak and that the newcomer was quite some flyer.„There’s a Novice Handicap first,“ said Princess Karina, consulting her program. „We’ll go after that.“„Fine Princess, suits me.“Over the loudspeakers, a few minutes later, came Kemal’s voice, instructing Black Beauty, Saucy Lady, Dusky Damsel and Lady Longlegs to leave the Parade Ring to be harnessed up.Then the audience made its way over to the main racetrack where the first race was shortly due to begin.It was a Condition Race, between four Ponies. That was just about the maximum the width of the Track could accommodate.Entrants could not have had more than one actual race, though all would have had a number of Trial Races.It was during these Trial Races that the Official Handicappers did their work. These were Renata and Ingrid,assistants to Kemal. By taking account of appearance, training performances (each Pony had detailed report from Carlotta), positions in Trial Races and, above all, timings, every Pony was graded and handicapped accordingly. Naturally, this handicapping could be changed, depending on how the Pony performed during actual races. The worst Ponies would be zero-rated.Then the ratings would go up by half a pound at a time.Ranging from half a pound to five pounds. These handicap pounds were carried in the form of lead bands, fastened round each of the Pony’s ankles. Thus, though a Pony might be fleet of foot, she might haveto exert every ounce of effort to beat a slower rival more lightly weighted.This was the most usual way of Handicapping but, in Open Races or Challenge Races (as Princess Karina ataşehir escort had just arranged) it was more usual for Ponies to race unweighted, though one side or the other could give a start if they so wished. Supremely confident, Princess Karina had given a half lap start, which was considered a very great deal in a race of four laps. It was generally reckoned that Black Beauty and Saucy Lady would be hard put to win.There was a trumpet clarion and four Ponies came onto the Track, each led by a stable hand. Each was drawing a closecarriage and each of these was occupied by a guest. They had drawn lots for the privilege of taking part… and the Official Handicapper had done some late adjustments to weights.For, naturally, the weight of the driver had to be taken into account. These weight adjustments were put up on a board… so spectators had a fine time making various calculations before trying to decide the outcome of the race.Everywhere bets were being struck as the Ponies, on parade, made a complete circuit of the Track.„300 Meters Novices Handicap,“ came Kemal’s voice over the public address system. „No Pony has raced more than once. Their form to date is given on the race card. Here are the details: No. 1. drawn on the inside, JERSEY LILY. Winner of the first and only race. Handicap, two pounds. Driven by Mrs. May Longworth.No. 2. URGENT DESIRE. Fourth in first race. Handicap, zero. Driven by Mr. Michael Feverstone.No. 3. PRIDE OF ERIN. Second in first race. Handicap, one pound. Driven by Colonel Perez.No. 4. VAGUELY VIRGIN. Last in first race (She fell and was soundly thrashed for it). Handicap, one pound. Driven by Maud Chambers.The runners are now making their way to the post. Please conclude all betting as soon as possible.“The public address system fell silent, but there was quite a hubbub around the Track. Many spectators were trying to work out the difference the handicap weights would make, plus the weight of each driver. It was no easy matter. It never was. But that was the fun of racing.With varicolored plumes waving, with breasts bouncing and buttock-cheeks joggling from side to side, the four Ponies made their way towards the start. All were white. All seemed to move quite well, though Pride of Erin was considered by many to be a little on the plump side. Also, Colonel Perez was considered by many to be the least experienced driver. Thus, in most peoples mind, Pride of Erin was the outsider of the party.Jersey Lily, a previous winner was a natural favorite… although with 2 pounds, plus Mrs. Longworth’s considerable weight, she was going to have her work cut out.Urgent Desire didn’t seem to have much of a chance, even if dropped right down in handicap. She was, most thought, just a little ungainly.Vaguely Virgin was the unknown quantity. She had been going quite well when she fell in her first race. Would not a sound thrashing for that brought her on a good deal?In short, the race was the usual fascinating contest organized by Kemal and his two assistants, Renata and Ingrid. The Ponies reached the Starting Line, looking surprisingly relaxed in view of their inexperience of actual racing. Trials were one thing, to race in public was another. It usually took any Pony three or four public outings to give of her best.The blonde Ingrid was acting as starter for the race, looking resplendent in red blouse, tight-fitting white riding breeches and high-heeled red boots.„Line up, please,“ she called.The drivers moved their Ponies forward up to a tape across the track. Each was holding a strap at the ready. All looked a little keyed up. Happily keyed up. There was a clinking of bits and harness; heads weretossing; eyes were staring wide. Each Pony was summoning her will and her strength. Each one knew of the spectacle she was about to make. Of the pleasure or amusement she was about to give. But there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.She had been made into a human Pony… and she had to exist in that world.„800 meters… four circuits of the Track,“ said Ingrid, as a reminder to both drivers and Ponies.Then she raised a white flag.Close observers might have noticed a tensing of muscles in the Ponies’ limbs… or perhaps a sudden twitch of the buttocks.A hush descended on the watchers.Then the flag dropped and the tape rose up.„They’re off,“ came the shout, heard at racecourses everywhere.Four thongs of leather cracked more or less simultaneously across four sets of buttocks as the Ponies took two steps forward… then went into a trot of three or four paces (to get rhythm and balance)… and then went straight into a canter.Maud Chambers gave Vaguely Virgin four hard cracks with her strap as she went into the canter.„Stretch out, my beauty!“ she yelled.Vaguely Virgin did just that, immediately taking a three or four lengths lead. Maud Chambers idea was to get her Pony ahead of the melée and so avoid a repetition of Vaguely Virgin falling. She could be prone to that sort of thing. Jersey Lily came next, followed by Urgent Desire with Pride of Erin last. This was the order they maintained on the first lap circuit .. to the cheers, jeers and shouts of the crowd. The bouncing breasts and buttocks, the flashing white limbs made a truly splendid sight. Above each Pony head a different colored plume swayed.„Keep it up Red,“ cried a voice as Vaguely Virgin continued to lead on the second circuit. She, of course, carried a red plume.Racing experts were quick to note, however, that May Longworth was keeping Jersey Lily well reined in. That Pony had an instinct to lead and had to be restrained early on.Urgent Desire was overtaken by Pride of Erin and, although she received several sharp reminders from Michael Feverstone, these seemed to have little effect. It appeared, however hard she tried, the Pony was simply not much of a racer.On the third circuit, with each Pony beginning to pant, Jersey Lily was ‘let down’ by her driver.Crackk! went the strap across the juddering buttocks.Immediately, the pace of the Pony increased and, eyes staring wildly, mouth slavering a little, she surged past Vaguely Virgin, on the inside. Without delay, Maud Chambers went to work on her Pony.Crack! Crackkk!Crack! Crackkk!„Come on, my beauty, stretch out!“Vaguely Virgin did just that, and drew almost level again, on the outside. Perhaps memories of falling made her afraid to pass… so she remained there despite receiving several more stinging strokes from Maud Chambers. ataşehir escort bayan Urgent Desire and Pride of Erin were falling further and further behind… and getting a lot of leather. Their drivers could do nothing but enjoy themselves, for they were obviously out of the race.The cheers of the watchers grew louder as the Ponies began the last circuit.„Come on, Red!“„Keep going, Yellow… go on, my lovely!“„Belt her, Maud… belt her… she can do it…“„No… May’s got her measure, I reckon…“So far, Jersey Lily had an easy time of it. Just that one crack when she went past Vaguely Virgin. But, since she was still going well, there was no need to use the strap. Maud Chambers, was perhaps, the most experienced driver.All the same, she was continuing to get a bit nervous over Vaguely Virgin’s continuing presence on the outside. That Pony had more pace than she expected… and she didn’t look like falling this time.Halfway round and Jersey Lily got a couple of reminders.„Faster… all out now!“ called May.But Vaguely Virgin got four reminders from Maud and surged alongside Jersey Lily on the outside rail.The crowd roared. What a splendid race it was! Both Ponies, slavering and sweating, were now obviously at full stretch but keeping their rhythm well. Weeks of hard training were paying off.„Come on, Jersey… come on, me darling!“„You can do it Vaguely… come on… come on!“Inch by inch, Vaguely Virgin began to creep past Jersey Lily. For a moment, their wheels nearly touched, despite the fact that Vaguely Virgin was right at the top of the banking.May knew she would be disqualified if she didn’t give way. A wrench on the reins had Jersey Lily heading down the banking and into the final straight.They were level again…The crowds roar increased in volume…And now the straps of both drivers were cracking repeatedly against the wildly bouncing buttock flesh.Twenty meters to go…Ten …It still seemed anybody’s race.Then calling on last ounces of reserve, straining every nerve and muscle, Vaguely Virgin inched ahead yet again… and flashed over the line no more than a couple of feet ahead. She had won ‘from behind’ as they say, and won well.Maud Chambers looked delighted, and May Longworth rather crestfallen, as, having reined in their Ponies, they trotted slowly back past the spectators. The other two Ponies, both very red-rumped were only just finishing as they did so.„Well done, Vaguely!“ came a cry.„Good old Maud. Well driven!“„Bad luck, Jersey…“„May should have let her get a longer lead, I reckon.“„She tried. That Vaguely’s got too much speed for her.“Sweating, practically steaming… breath rasping… eyes rolling wild… obviously near exhaustion… both Poniescame into the unsaddling enclosure, with Vaguely Virgin taking the winning spot. Maud Chamber got out of the low carriage and gave the Pony’s flank a couple of congratulatory slaps.„Well run, girl,“ she said.Vaguely Virgin tossed her head and gave more of a snort than a whinny. Saliva was running down her chin and there were rivulets of it dripping through the cleft of her breasts, mingling with the sweat.May Longworth stalked sullenly away from Jersey Lily. She had lost quite a few thousand dollars, reckoning Jersey Lily a virtual certainty, having seen her win first time out.Still, that’s racing!After commiserations from friends and a couple of drinks, May looked cheerful again.The same could not exactly be said for Jersey Lily who, having been led into the stable yard was being hosed down.. with Vaguely Virgin alongside her receiving similar treatment!But at least their efforts were over for that day.Each could look forward to a nice quiet rest, tethered in her stall. To being rubbed down… and creamed later. To having a nice long drink and some nourishing mush. Finally, to falling down on the straw to sleep.The challenge match between Princess Karina and the American woman Lorna Crane attracted a great deal of interest. Many spectators first went to watch the two teams being harnessed between the shafts of the two double open-carriages.The magnificent sheen of Black Beauty was much admired… as was the magnificent white sheen of Saucy Lady.„This Pony’s got real class, you can see that,“ remarked a male devotee as he patted Saucy Lady’s flank. The head and dark main of hair of the Pony was tossed, as if in acknowledgement of this ‘compliment’. Of course, most guests were aware of Saucy Lady’s true, aristocratic origins… and considerable play was made of them. Women in particular liked to mention them while they were examining her, knowing how cruelly wounding it must be to be reminded of her former status whilst standing between the shafts. Men, too, likedto think of how ‘exclusive’ those superb, naked hindquarters once had been and how readily available they now were. Or, would be, once Saucy Lady was back in the Harem under her slave name of Belle.Many much liked the look of the newcomer, Dusky Damsel, whose skin was coffee-colored rather than black. And, of course, the excellent limbs of Lady Longlegs was frequently commented on.At last the two teams, magnificently accoutered, made their way back to the race-track, harness creaking and jangling, nipple-bells tinkling. On this occasion, each Pony also had a ring through her nose with a bell attached. The plumes of Princess Karina’s team were golden… those of Lorna Crane were white.There was much applause as the two teams paraded before the Stand where most of the racegoers sat. Princess Karina looked resplendent in her black and gold riding outfit.Lorna Crane scarcely less so in an outfit of red and white leather. But the applause was as much for the Ponies as anything. They had all been turned out superbly and it almost seemed as if they were genuinely proud of this fact as they moved along at a slow trot, thighs moving rhythmically up and down, breasts bouncing softly in unison. Jet black and white; coffee-colored and white.Betting was quite brisk. The majority were backing Lorna Crane’s team for it seemed impossible that they could be caught when receiving a half circuit start in four laps. Over eight it might have been a different thing. But not four.That was general opinion.The preliminaries over, the teams made their way to their different starting points and, since these were some way apart, a starting pistol was used to send them on their way.Lady Longlegs felt the bite of Lorna’s riding whip as she changed smoothly escort ataşehir from the trot to the canter… and so did Dusky Damsel. Nothing severe. Just a reminder to both of them to give of their best. Princess Karina, however, merely cracked her whip above the bouncing hindquarters of her team as they immediately settled into a fast, but seemingly effortless pace.Lorna Crane had decided on her tactics. She would keep her team reined in until Princess Karina had made up a quarter of the circuit. After that, she would let them down and use her whip as a stimulant at about every 50-metre mark It was noticeable that Princess Karina had let her team down almost as soon as they had settled. They were both very experienced Ponies and knew what they had to do. Only if Princess Karinajudged the pace too fast or too slow would she use restraint or the whip.After the first circuit Princess Karina had made up something like 25 meters. Still the rhythmic pace of Black Beauty and Saucy Lady seemed effortless. But of course, it was far from being any such thing. They had to strain every nerve and sinew… and draw on all their fitness and experience… in order to keep up such a clipping pace whilst knowing they would soon be called upon to increase it.After two circuits, Princess Karina had closed to within fifty-meters. Now the testing time was coming, as everyone knew. There was a rising hubbub from the spectators as Lorna Crane now let her team down and lashed her whip across the jouncing rumps before her.„Move it!“ she bellowed.At once the pace of the team was stepped up. This thighs pounded up and down faster… the buttocks rolled from side to side more vigorously… the breasts bounced more wildly.Princess Karina and her team were equal to the occasion.They had been expecting such a move.The snaking whip cracked several times but again it did not fall. The two beautiful, gleaming sets of Hindquarters, black and white, remained unmarked. Some spectators were becoming a little critical of this.„Why don’t she use that whip?“ they demanded. „That’d make ‘em really go!“Others, more knowledgeable, were admiring of Princess Karina’s restraint. Doubtless she would use the whip at the critical moment.What none of them knew was of Princess Karina’s warning to her Ponies before the race began. It was that she, personally, would take her riding crop to them that evening if they lost!And that dire threat was a greater spur to both than the passing sting of the knotted riding whip. For a cropping from her Highness when she was in an evil mood was something scarcely to be contemplated.Thus it was that Black Beauty and Saucy Lady, in perfect unison, also picked up their pace… fast as it already was.The effort they both had make was agonizing and was beginning to be seen on their strained features. Very noticeable, too, were the sinews that could be seen prominent in each stretched neck… and the flecks of saliva spraying.Amidst mounting applause, it could be seen that Princess Karina was continuing to gain, despite the fact that Lorna Crane had increased pace considerably. Some were already beginning to wonder if they had backed the right team after all.But, gaining as the Princess was, was she gaining fast enough? Another twenty five meters was made up during the third circuit but this still left another twenty five in the last. It scarcely seemed possible. For Black Beauty and Saucy Lady were now obviously flat out so, at this rate, it would either be a dead heat or they would just lose.Still Princess Karina had not gone for her whip, despite much urging from supports.„Whip ‘em! Whip ‘em!“ came the chanting cries.It seemed, however, that it was Lorna Crane who was taking the advice. In the first place, her rival’s continuing advance… seemingly relentless… had rather unnerved her. She had not been expecting it. As a result, she began to use her whip with greater frequency than she had intended. This was a dangerous thing to do… for to over-whip is often disastrous. Also, Lorna Crane had forgotten that Dusky Damsel was relatively inexperienced.„Go… go… go! Go… go… go!“ she kept yelling.And go they did. But still not fast enough for Lorna’s liking. The Princess was still gaining… and still onlycracking her whip above the heaving-rolling haunches. It was indeed, a masterly display of driving and of timing. With every meter the gap was narrowing…Half a circuit to go.Could they possibly do it?Everyone was trying to gauge it. Excitement was at fever pitch.Glistening with perspiration, snorting, panting and slavering, Black Beauty and Saucy Lady strode into thepenultimate turn. The other team were now only a few meters in front… and their very proximity lent vital ounces of will and strength.Oh surely they would do it now? Surely?They must… oh… they must… to escape a viciously cruel cropping!However, but for the mishap to Lorna Crane’s team, it is doubtful if they would have quite made it.The mishap came as Lady Longlegs and Dusky Damsel swept into the last bend. They, naturally, were just as much at full strength as the others, but now the whip was falling continually. Lorna Crane had panicked. And the whip, instead of stimulating was detracting it. Moreover, near exhaustion, Dusky Damsel happened to receive a cut from the whip which curled right round her flank and into her tender sex-flesh.The additional pain, and inexperience, caused her to stumble. Instantly the rhythm of the team was broken… the carriage swerved violently and slowed.In a flash, Black Beauty and Saucy Lady, sped through on the inside and over the finishing line. The race had been won and lost in a matter of seconds. And, even those who had backed the losers were generous in their applause for the superb effort put up by Princess Karina’s ‘Top Honor’ team.Not only were they magnificent to look at, they were magnificent performers too!The congratulations rose up as they came into the winners enclosure… with not a mark on them.„Superb driving, Princess!“„What a marvelous performance…“„Never seen a team handled better…“„Great… really great!“Princess Karina smiled graciously as she swung down from the carriage and acknowledged the plaudits. „Thank you… thank you…“ she said. „But, remember, Kemal trains them and grooms them. He deserves your applause, too.“The paunchy Turk who, at that moment, was engaged in wiping what looked like flecks of froth from Saucy Lady’s mouth, smiled and nodded his head. He was very proud of his two charges and was delighted when their looks and merit were appreciated.Princess Karina patted both steamy-sweating flanks in turn.„Lucky for you,“ she said.And none better than Black Beauty and Saucy Lady knew exactly what she meant!

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