At my Ruyton residence, the equine and human stables and the hucow shed functioned as a single and separate entity, connected to the main house by a covered, insulated and heated veranda. They shared the water supply and were connected to the same power network, with their roof covered with solar cells, but they had their own living quarters for the staff, both free and enslaved. Although it was both hard and sometimes dirty work, it was a popular assignment, and slaves from the house and the administration block often spent some of their free time there. In exchange for mucking out some of the stables or brushing some horses they might be taken for a short carriage ride, or be allowed to cover, or be covered by, a ponygirl or boy. Milking the hucows was also a popular task, as was servicing them sexually. Our acute shortage of male slaves, however, meant that much of that had to be done by the hu-stallions.

I led Christine first to the equine stable, where my six horses lived in two rows of three, opposite one another and each with a door leading into the block, and one facing outdoors. At the moment all the upper halves were open, allowing the animals to look either way and giving them lots of fresh air. In the centre of the space between the rows was the anchorage for two very long chains, ending at the collars of the two stable-sluts who fed, watered, cleaned and groomed the horses. They were always naked, the stables being kept very warm in winter, and there was enough chain to give them access to the whole space, plus the living quarters at the inner end. Their wrists and ankles were lightly chained, but although all their movements were accompanied by the scraping and jingling of metal, they were free to perform all their duties. Both were pleasant-looking girls with strong and firm bodies, and provided their work was done properly, a blind eye was turned to their other activities. They were one another's lovers, but they copulated freely with visitors from both the hu-stables next door, the house, and slaves brought by visitors, including their hu-ponies. In that respect I was an unusually indulgent master, for I never reprimanded a chambermaid or kitchen slut for carrying having a slightly musty smell, indicating that she had been, quite literally, for a roll in the hay. My only hard-and-fast rule about that kind of thing was that although slaves could use their hands on one another, they must never masturbate themselves.

Christine seemed to like the horses, moving close to let them nuzzle her face, and when one of them seemed especially friendly, I ripped her shift down the middle to expose her breasts, letting him push at them with his cold nose. She giggled at that, but when I pulled her away, she asked the inevitable question. 'Master, I think we're all wondering why you chose us. We aren't especially pretty. Even the pornstars aren't the most beautiful you could have found.'

'All I can tell you', I answered, 'is that all of you appealed to me in some way. I can't necessarily remember how or when I first saw you, but I was probably channel hopping, and saw you on the screen and thought: "She's nice", so when His Grace gave me a chance to own you, I jumped at it. Now come here.'

I pulled her close and kissed her, and her lips opened immediately. Rita had probably given her fellow slaves an inkling of what to expect, although she might have been surprised by the setting. As I ran my hands over her body and her breasts, tearing the rest of the shift away, we could hear the long chains scraping across the wooden floor, pushing the straw aside as they did so and forcing us to lift a foot now and again to let them pass underneath. The stable-sluts, who I had told to continue with their work, were moving from stall to stall, checking on the horses' supplies of food and water. They were undoubtedly keeping an eye on us, possibly hoping to he told to join in, but I was not going to oblige them. Nor was I going, just yet, to consummate my ownership of Christine, but after a few minutes of kissing and groping I led her through the slaves' living quarters and into the hu-pony stable. She was moaning and breathing heavily, having, presumably, expected to be taken on the floor in front of the slaves and horses. Her manner was usually rather dignified and correct, but the effectiveness of the libido-enhancing drugs never ceased to amaze me.

The hu-pony stables were a little larger than the equine block, as my father was an enthusiast who had kept as many as twenty at any one time, trading freely in them and making a handsome profit. I had never shared his interest, and when he died I sold most of them. I had kept only one male for pulling light buggies around my estate, and two comely but powerful fillies for my frequent trips into the city, with one spare. They were very young at the time I succeeded, so they were still in their prime now, and always itching to go. The ride into the centre of Shrewsbury was just long enough to give them a good workout, and if I spent the day working in the Duke's administrative offices they were always welcome in the nearby cavalry stables, where they would be fed on the best pony-pellets, watered, massaged, groomed and covered. They did not enjoy the return journey quite as much, as there was more uphill work and I often had to use the whip to keep them up to speed.

Under pressure from the Duke to increase my establishment, I had bought more ponies on the open market, increasing the number to eight. There were now equal numbers of males and females, but all the stable-sluts were female, and it was still a struggle to service them and keep both resident and visiting ponygirls covered regularly, which was why the hucows rarely got a look-in. We had room for twenty-four ponies, so most of the stalls were usually empty, but they were always kept ready for visitors. Human ponies were not expected to sleep on the floor in my stables, so all the stalls had adult-sized cradles with foam mattress inserts; plastic covered for easy washing. Two of them had doubles, but that was not our usual method of mating ponies. When we entered the block, the stable-sluts were preparing two of them, supervised by a middle-aged and very stern-looking free woman, dressed in jodhpurs and a khaki shirt, and holding a whip.

The filly whose turn it was lay face down, torso resting on a padded and shaped platform that stood on four legs. It was a complicated shape, and although the basic design was common to most stables, I had never seen anything exactly like it. It was very narrow between the breasts but with a wider piece for the upper chest and the stretched-out arms, which were clamped to the surface. The midriff also had wider support, back to the upper end of the vulva, but the legs were swung down and strapped to the legs of the device. The effect was to thrust the bottom out backwards, offering both holes for easy penetration. The breasts hung down on either side, and suckers could be attached, although at the moment none of our ponygirls were in milk. The head overhung the other end of the bench, so the mouth was usable, but double-entry would only be useful in the case of a surplus of males, and the reverse was the case.

As we approached the scene, one of the newer, larger ponygirls, bought mainly for pulling wagons and the garden machinery, had been strapped into place, and as only single-entry was planned, she was panel-gagged to control the noise level. The hu-stallion had an unremarkable if athletic physique except for his leg muscles, which were very over-developed from years of heavy pulling. The stallions were used on the heaviest of our carriages, which was a six-seater, or for longer distances, or in the hillier parts of the area. The most common use was carrying administrative staff to and from Shrewsbury, often with grocery supplies on the return journeys. During slack periods they were sometimes used on the home farm, ploughing the lighter soils and pulling carts. At night they were always chained in their stalls, wrists behind their backs, and the staff had a formula for sharing them between themselves, the fillies, visitors and slaves from the stables, the farm, and the house. Now there was a male house-slave the demand had eased slightly. What we were watching now, however, was a more formal, exhibition mating that would be recorded and sold for broadcasting by any adult channels that wanted it. With the hu-filly in place, the hu-stallion was led by the bit to stand behind her, aimed in the right direction, and urged forward with a few sharp taps on his buttocks with a crop held by one of the stable-sluts. Like virtually all males, both free and slave, he had an erection regulator, but unlike mine it had no 'onboard' control, being operated with a handset. Once well seated in her vagina he needed little urging, and the enormous strength in his thighs ensured that the tied-down filly was guaranteed a long, hard fucking, if by most standards a monotonous one. He could not use his hands as they were locked behind his back, but the stable-slut spent part of her time kneading the dangling breasts. She was also responsible for keeping up the pace by switching his bottom with the crop, whenever necessary. When the filly started cumming she used it continuously and with more gusto, until it was bright red, but surprisingly, perhaps, he did not ejaculate at that point. His regulator included a blocking device which was not switched off until, with the filly's orgasms seeming to be finished, the slut transferred his penis to her asshole. The he pumped away with no real urging needed, and after two or three minutes he came.

While all this was happening I watched from several different angles, also observing Christine's reactions. She looked on, fascinated, and shook her breasts from time to time as if reassuring herself that it was all real, and that she really was getting aroused by it. Her figure was good but unremarkable, with smallish breasts which I intended to enlarge, but overall I still found her very attractive. I wondered whether she was afraid that she might be waiting for the next turn on what the staff called the 'fucking frame', so I did not wait for the spectacle to reach its conclusion, but led her into one of the double stalls at the end of the left row nearest the living quarters. There, in a double, adult-sized crib lined with a plastic-covered foam mattress, I used her for the first time, lying on our sides to avoid putting her body's weight on her metal cuffs. She may have been the more excited because of the knowledge of what was happening in the common area, and we could still hear the grunting and prolonged keening as the woman, cumming, howled into her gag. With the top of the stable door open, we were clearly visible to at least one of the slaves, and the atmosphere might well have been the reason why Christine came very quickly, and carried on cumming, pushing her mouth hard against mine and trying to force her chest forward to rub her nipples against my chest. With constant kissing and arousal, her lips seemed fuller and softer, and I began to revise my earlier intention of having them Botoxed. I realized that I had acquired a very varied group of sex-slaves, and to try to make them all conform to a uniform set of standards would be not only futile, but counter-productive.

It took Christine fifteen minutes to recover her breath and general equilibrium, and I lay with her, stroking her breasts and playing with her nipples. I had not altered my intention to have them expanded, even if their present size suited her body shape. When I led her out they were just dismounting the ponygirl, with the next one waiting to be bound in place. The stallion would not cum again so soon, but he could be kept fully erect and would be able to satisfy her. I saw that Christine was looking at one wall, just under the windows of the living quarters, were another fucking frame was folded up, ready to be deployed in a minute or two. I have her bare bottom a light slap. 'Don't get any ideas', I told her. 'We're going to see the hucows now.' On the way out I spoke briefly to one of the free stable hands. 'I'd like the lightweight four-wheeler ready in fifteen minutes', I told her. 'It's only a short run, so any of the ponygirls will do. I'll drive myself.'