Chapter 19

I don't mind saying I was tired when it came time to hit the furs. I hoped the women weren't expecting fun and games and apparently they weren't. I wasn't sorry though when Mary said she was going to give me a blowjob to help me get to sleep. Help hell, I was sawing logs ten seconds after she did it. I didn't even last long enough to remind them we'd need to take turns keeping watch during the night since the two trainees would be helpless since they were tied.

Falling to sleep right after a good dick sucking usually made me wake the next morning with an exceptional attitude. I'd recommend it to anyone. I was flying high and feeling mean when the sun got my attention. The women were cooking, I had a few thousand acres for taking an early morning piss, and as far as I could tell all was right with my world.

The trainees had been unmolested too. They'd both done a lot or pawing and moving around as best they could, but they hadn't been able to get loose and when I walked over to give them a little petting and rubbing neither one of them showed their ass about it. It was a good sign, but I knew they weren't convinced yet.

After breakfast there was nothing we really needed to do but wait. I figured we'd leave the tied horses where they were until at least noon. After that I'd start with the mare and see if I could get her to act even halfway sane while I tried to teach her to follow when I led. The only productive thing I could think of was walking around in the pen among the still wild horses.

This had to be done slowly too, but by now I didn't think they'd panic. I entered by climbing the fence on one side and then I walked along the edge to the other fence, crossing there and walking back along the opposite side. The horses naturally stayed against the side I wasn't on and then moved to the other one as I came back.

After three circuits I started heading toward them. I went slowly and they moved out of the way without getting upset, so I kept it up - going back and forth calmly without trying to catch them or anything - just letting them get used to it. By an hour before lunch there were five of us in the pen doing the same thing. By now the horses weren't upset at all about our presence. They were letting us come closer before they moved now, but they still moved away before we could touch them.

I'm sure they were bored by now, since they couldn't go anywhere to speak of and there was nothing to graze on. Our walking seemed to almost turn into a game for them since it was the only thing going on. We stopped for lunch and had a good meal. I headed for the mare afterwards, but some of the women took up the horse game again. I think they secretly enjoyed it too, since being that close to a live horse was surely a novelty for them too.

The big mare was a bay and didn't have even one white hair on her. She was well formed and would have sold well in any auction I'd been to in my former time. She was taller than I'd have expected before seeing them, but with my size that was a plus. I was still hoping she was smart and had a good disposition but there was no way to tell yet.

She nearly seemed glad to see me when I walked up to her, and she was convinced it was a good thing after I scratched around on her ears and petted down along her neck and back. She was only curious as I untied the leather rope from the tree but she caught on to what was happening quickly as I tugged her away from it.

Luckily I was more prepared for what happened next than she was. One of the great things about handling an untrained horse by giving them a long turn at the snubbing post first is they learn they can not get away and they make their necks as sore as a boil doing it. She'd been standing there for over twenty-four hours straining and pulling against the halter, lead rope, and the tree.

I'd assumed she'd try to bolt when she realized she was loose from the tree, but I'd been ready for it with a stout grip on the lead rope. When she headed off I gave her a sharp tug on the rope and set myself for a pulling match. It was short lived since she decided it hurt too much to try it long. In twenty minutes she would follow when I said get and pulled lightly on the lead and she would stop even faster when I said whoa. Her reward was a trip over to the stream for a drink of water. I couldn't let her drink her fill at one go, but I let her have some, pulled her back, and then let her have more a few minutes later. I kept it up until she wasn't interested in more.

We went to work for real then with me leading her, stopping her, and then turning her left or right using gee and haw as vocal commands as we went. It isn't strictly necessary to give them training for vocal commands, but it doesn't hurt a damned thing and right off the bat is the best way to start.

I kept it up for a little longer than I normally would have, but an hour was more than she wanted to deal with it. Keela was ready to take over after I put a longer lead to the halter and she rode herd on the mare and gave her some time to graze. Keela's main job was to keep the longer lead rope from getting tangled up in the mare's feet.

When I moved on to the stallion it was apparent at once he'd been watching the action closely. He minded his manners perfectly and never gave me a hint of trouble until we moved away from the post. He made and even harder dash to get away but he also stopped much more quickly when I pulled him back. If he'd had a voice he'd have been screaming ouch, ouch, ouch when he felt the strain against his even more tender neck muscles. I'm sure he'd fought longer and harder against the rope and the tree during the night and as a result his neck was in even more delicate shape.

That was the last trouble he gave. After his drinks of water and some leading practice was done, Marita came with a longer lead and took over the nursemaid duties so he could grab a meal. She said later he didn't give her a bit of trouble.

A few hours later it was back to work for the mare, kinda. Sunset was only and hour or so away and she needed to stand still for a fitting. We needed a couple of straps for her - one over her withers and one as a sort of breast strap tied into the overstrap. This was going to be our first try at harness for a travois. We'd have to do it by gosh or by golly though, since I'd never actually seen one.

We found out almost right away that Lola, the name I'd given the mare, was a sucker for attention. She fidgeted at first while Mecha and Marita were trying to measure and make sense of what I wanted. Mecha said something to the others that were standing around and they came up slowly and started petting and stroking all around. Lola got fairly still after that and it was easy to see she enjoyed the attention. I figured she'd be a shameless whore for it after I'd cobbled up some brushes and a couple of combs for their manes and tails.

Mecha had the harness cut out and temporarily stitched right before dark. I'd already tied Red - the name I'd given the sorrel stallion - back to his snubbing post and Lola didn't give me any trouble when I put her up either. I'd thought about just turning them into the pen with the others but decided it might get to be too much trouble catching them again.

We had supper and playtime for the kids and then it was playtime for me and the women. I wasn't worn to a frazzle tonight and I didn't need any tender loving care. I did take advantage between every pair of thighs I could hold up for though. After all, it was healthy for my prostate.

I could tell Lola wanted to give us trouble after breakfast the next day, and I knew she thought it was her duty, but with six women stroking and petting her every place their was a place she just couldn't build up enough steam to get a good mad on. She reveled in the attention until we had an empty travois hooked to her new finery and then she dutifully started pulling it when I led off. She only gave it a couple of sideways glances to see what was making the noise behind her.

As far as I was concerned it was excellent progress. The downtimers thought it was plainly magic. Lola didn't give us any static as we loaded bundles of our furs aboard either. She'd take a funny step or two when the load was more drag than she expected, but she even learned to give a stronger effort from the start and then ease back as she settled to her actual load.

Just before noon was the highlight for the kids, except Sika. We unloaded the furs, leaving only a couple spread out for the children to sit on, and Lola gave them a short ride. They were astonished and thrilled and it easily made their week. I was surprised the horses in the pen seemed to be watching the whole thing closely.

After lunch Red got his lesson, and although he wasn't as cooperative there wasn't a lot he could do that would help him out any. He seemed to realize it somehow. After the first few steps with the travois following he must have decided it wasn't much of a bother after all. Hell, I declared victory and the women started packing while I walked through the pen and opened the far gate. They didn't rush for the exit but they did move out smartly. They'd had plenty of water the whole time but nothing to eat, not even as much as Lola and Red got, and the escapees intended to make up for lost meals.