Malik steered me across the yard and over to the parking area in front of the stables. After the lads jumped down, I was expecting Malik to order Mohsin to release me from the shafts. Instead, he told the lad to go to the office and check on the other teams and find out their ETAs.

Wednesday was the day supplies were delivered from the warehouse to the palace and other locations on the Home Estate using the Country Estate wagons. I had seen the pairs of Pony-girls struggling to pull the wagons ladened with goods as they left the warehouse. I was therefore pleased that Malik had chosen me to ferry him around, probably at the behest of Galib Bashar.

Malik removed the gauze hood, then unfastened the bit before he pulled it from my mouth. "Ahhh," I gasped with relief.

He unbuckled the rest of the head harness, removed it, then paused. "Jasmin, I hope you've learnt some important lessons during your short stay in the North Camp."

"I have, Master." My voice was gravelly because my mouth was dry.

"I'll release you from your harness first, then you can have a drink," he informed me.

I glanced across at the mobile canteen and felt my tummy rumble. I was as hungry as I was thirsty. Malik worked swiftly to release the chains attached to the shoulder straps, then my arms and corset-harness from the shafts and crossmember. I kept a grip on the handles until Malik was free to help me walk forward, out from between the shafts, then into the gloomy stables.

The corset was more restrictive and curved my spine more than the standard estate harnesses I had worn on day one and two. I therefore had to walk in a stoop to the Pony bench which was contoured to the shape of my arched torso. Once Malik had helped me down onto the bench, he took up a position foursquare behind me.

"I'm going to remove the tail first, Jasmin." I felt him clasp its base and start to pull gently. "I'll pull but you've got to expel it."

"Ugggggh..." I groaned, when I managed to push it out with one massive push on my part, despite a sudden burst of pain when my obturate anal muscles complained.

"Well done, girl..."

When he laid the tail aside, I expected him to release me from the strict harness. It was held together down the centre of the back with metal clips, which Malik would have to release one at a time, starting from the bottom.

"Oh," I gasped when, without warning, I felt pressure on my moister entrance.

"Jasmin, you've been gagging for my cock all day, haven't you?"

I was wet and hotter than his cool stout shaft. He drove it in with some force, but it took him three thrusts to penetrate my tight succulence.

I sighed. "I don't know, Master, but I'm grateful for your kindness during the day."

He gripped my hips just below the hem of the corset as soon as he had struck up a steady pistoning motion. "Your cunny lips have been grinning and salivating all day. This is their reward. Jasmin, am I providing you with what you most desire and do you think I'm being kind at the end of the day?"

"Yes, Master. I think you are." Slap! "Ow!" I complained when he slapped the outside of my thigh.

"Jasmin, you need a reality check. Don't expect kindness from me or any of the lads you encounter on this estate. If you do, you're going to be disappointed."

"Master, you are too intelligent to be unkind all the time."

"You think? My degree in agriculture didn't prepare me for life on Sheik Bashar's estate but I've adjusted. I would prefer to have some proper farm equipment to help with some of the jobs. Unfortunately, though, Sheik Bashar wouldn't be able to achieve his green agenda if there were tractors flying about everywhere."

"Master... ahh... surely some... of the work... could be done with machines..." The environmental lesson wasn't deflecting an orgasm from spreading out from my lower belly and making all my nerve ends tingle. "Ahhhhh...," I sighed.

"Sheik Bashar has a genuine reason for using Pony-girls. Date palms are extremely sensitive to pollution, so if he's going to continue producing the finest dates in the world, then thralls are the answer. I will never dispute that in a country where he can buy as many thralls as he needs."

His speech was getting softer, but he continued to drive his rock-hard cock into my teenage tightness as he approached his moment of no return. "Oh, Jasmin, you are a tight little shagger..."

I went limp and soaked up the energy when he ejaculated the contents of his balls into my honeypot with a dozen or so, powerful thrusts. His climax intensified mine and made me forget for a minute where I was and what was happening to me. Finally, with his cock losing its rigidity, he withdrew and let his thawb fall back into place.