Chapter 6

Nine months later Lorena had grown. It had taken several weeks for her to notice the change. She had missed her first period and not realised but when the second was over due it hit her like a hammer. She was pregnant. There was only one person who could be the Father, unless a horse had found a way of achieving human fertilisation. Lorena was pleased that it was the wonderful young man she had been with at Mardi Gras. There could not have been a better choice. She longed to have the child and start the task of being Mother. She had been riding Via on most days and suddenly wondered if such deep penetration would be harmful to the growing fetus.

Her Aunt Elizabet gave reassurance that all would be fine for a month or so but after that the daily rides would have to stop. Stop they had, and Lorena watched in alarm as her previously slim figure swelled to enormous proportions. As the days and months passed Lorena had become more and more cumbersome and had eventually decided to remain in the house, until the episode was over.

Nel found another willing person to help her with her own rides, just to cover the time while Lorena was unable. But other wise nothing changed. Eventually the day came, and with the help of a doctor and two of her own maids, Lorena gave birth, with some difficulty, but no complications to a lovely baby girl. To be called Isabella Mariana, she would be brought up to ride horses and if she wanted, to belly ride, in the tradition of her forebears.

Her uterus closed up to form what was almost a normal opening. It took another four weeks but close it did. Lorena however did not wait for the full time. As soon as she was sure that the horse would no longer gain entry to her uterus, she set to work retraining to belly ride. Via it seemed had not forgotten any of his skills and the first ride, without drugs, went without a hitch. At the end of it, Lorena had found out just how out of condition she was after such a long break. She quickly set up a new program of exercises and rides to improve her condition. If she could not ride Mardi Gras, at least she would ride at home. The use of the drugs for Via was resumed after only a couple of weeks.

Several months passed and the rides became longer. Three hours, five hours, a day. While the baby was still small Lorena often only rode for an hour at a time. If longer she would carry her child with her and breast feed the little girl on demand. There was always the possibility of hiring a wet nurse, but the job was better done by the natural Mother rather than a substitute. Once the baby was weaned, the situation changed. Lorena did not mind having one of her maids look after the child's needs. It was just as she herself had been raised.

At completion of her first full day and night coupled ride, Lorena held a small celebration. This however was not the end of it. she spent more and more time in the saddle. Work that needed authorisation, or other things that required consultation began to have to be asked of the lady while she was in the saddle. The length of the rides increased. Thirty, thirty five hours, each was an achievement and boosted Lorena to go on. Two whole days was at last passed, and then a stumbling block.

Her stomach started to cramp at about fifty hours. Intense pains in her abdomen, bladder and lower back. She tried to facilitate a method of peeing while coupled but could never squeeze out more than a few drops. She new that it was the fullness of her bladder that was causing the problem, because when she finished the ride and was able to pee, the pain went instantly. She would have to learn to overcome her thirst. She noticed that the horse seemed to be having similar problems.

At the end of a ride the beast would stand and shake until he had emptied his bladder. Some times this would take several minutes and seemed to be enough to fill a bath. The animal would also have to be treated. He though could not tell anyone where or how much it hurt. And he could not pee if he had an erection. That was physically impossible.

Lorena started to consume less during a ride but it did not help. She could last longer with the horse but the thirst was fare worse. Nel suggested to drink less before the ride so that her body would be less full at the beginning. That worked out to some extent and she was able to move on to a staggering fifty six hours. This was not enough though. At least sixty would be required for a Mardi Gras. She would just have to keep trying until something came to mind. Six years passed before Lorena felt confident that she could complete the full three day event of Mardi Gras without fainting or dying of thirst.

Neltitaca had tried to provide a number of solutions to solve the problems but they were both just fishing at this point. Nel had never had the problem of thirst, probably due to her native indian background. Lorena however was of Spanish decent and did have the problem. Maybe she slowly overcame it, or maybe something they tried worked without their realising. Whatever it was Lorena suddenly found that she could manage sixty two hours comfortably. Her bladder still felt it would burst at the end and she felt as though she would pee for ever, but at last she achieved what it had taken so long to attain. It was inevitable that the belly rider training had taken its toll.

Sometimes Lorena would pass out from the pain, the size of the horse's penis was normal, if not large for a human to take. However his orgasm caused his penis head to balloon tremendously causing Lorena's internal organs to be squashed. Over the years, she had had her internal organs rearranged considerably due to the pressure of the horse phallus. Yet she persevered in her strange practice, driven on by her lust and the pleasure she felt in spite of the pain. Now it was time to prepare for the travel and the lodging and all the other little things that have to be sorted before a long journey.

Travel with her horse on the train would be too difficult. Besides there would have to be road transport to the station so Lorena decided to buy a truck and horse box. She also had to learn to drive the contraption. Then there was training Via not to panic in the box when it was going along on the mud tracks that sufficed as roads in this part of the world. To Lorena's dismay another year passed and she was only able to watch the show from the side lines. The fact that she had always contributed her thousand dollars to the Samba School made her very welcome to them, and she was always able to join in with the march if she so chose. Sometimes she chose to lead Neltitaca and sometimes not. Leading made her feel melancholy so more often than not she chose not.

Lorena's daughter was growing. It would not be long before she herself would start to learn to belly ride if she so wished. Lorena was not about to put a block in the way of a family tradition. The girl was eight now. She had her own horse and was a competent horsewoman. From that mare would be foaled a fine stallion, probably from her Mothers own Via. As fine a horse as his sire, though Korrtona had died recently, his genes lived on and seemed to have the same abilities. Only male foals.

Isabella Mariana had her eighth Birthday at the end of the second week of November, and suddenly everything seemed to fall into place. Lorena found that there was absolutely nothing to stop her riding in the next festival. It was to be held at the end of the following February, quite late for the time of year, compared with previous times. Lorena would depart for Rio De Janeiro in the middle of January to provide enough time to get her horse and things to the big city. It would be a hard sixteen hundred kilometres, along mostly dirt roads and with the possibility of being ambushed by bandits.

Lorena would have the trial of her life on this journey. All seemed to be fine as her departure date approached but suddenly problems started to arise. The little girl developed a slight cold, Via went lame for a week, there were problems in the house. None of these serious in itself but each a slight delay to the intended journey.

Finally, the day came when Lorena knew she had to get on her way. Family, friends, which was most of the local village, and the hacienda hired hands were summoned to the large courtyard fronting the hacienda's main building. Lorena's sexual preferences were known by most of them; in the small, isolated world of her hacienda it was inevitable that her life style could not remain a secret for long. However, no one would have dared criticise Lorena, for she was the owner of an illustrious name and ruled her hacienda with an efficient hand.

Thus there were gasps, of course, but there were no obscene comments or gestures when Lorena was led out in public, strapped underneath her horse, with its hardened phallus penetrating deep inside her. A few of the more worldly spectators, including a conclave of older women, who had once ridden themselves, nodded appreciatively for they knew that this was 'La Confession' or the public coming out ceremony of a belly rider.

After a brief, silence, a few of the spectators applauded cautiously. The servant that had helped Lorena paraded, announced that, at last Lorena was to fulfill her ambition to ride the three days of Mardi Gras and that she hoped that all of the present company would see fit to wish her well. Then indicating the horse and rider she cried out. "Watch well what she does and know that she is proud of doing it first, in front of you. My Lady asks that you celebrate her departure and enjoy the spectacle."

On cue, Champagne bottles were opened and servants appeared bearing all manner of confections, while musicians struck up a festive air. Eventually, the celebration got underway, fuelled by the abundant spirits, while Lorena and her horse stood in the middle of her guests.

Several of the guests knelt next to her and kissed her affectionately, caressing her brow and wishing her luck. There were many queries about her motivation. Lorena bravely smiled in spite of her awkward position; this was what she wanted to do, she explained, she loved it and had no regrets. Yes, it did hurt at times, but it also felt wonderful and when he came, it was glorious. She looked forward to being led down the streets of Rio in this fashion. Something she had waited for, for so many years. Yes, she could come like this.

Certainly, three days in this position was a long time, but she was ready. Yes, she had about 12 inches inside her and it pushed against her intestine. No, she was not afraid of rupturing but if such happened then she hoped it went in all the way to her chest. Wouldn't that be a great way to die? Yes, she drank the horse's sperm often and it tasted salty, and nothing like anything else on this Earth. You had to get used to it. Of course she could not get pregnant this way!

Then a few of the more superstitious guests started rubbing charms and amulets on Lorena, for it was well known that those who offer themselves willingly for surplice and death act as agents for fortune's favours. Lorena tolerated these attentions good-naturedly for she really did not cared about such matters. Her whole universe centred on the warm shaft of horseflesh inside her, and the joy she felt in publicly and shamelessly displaying her preferences. It was not that she did not like men, just that a horse was, well, better....

Several spectators took turns to gently lead Lorena and her horse around the courtyard until his inevitable orgasm occurred. There was much clapping and cheering as the horse came and Lorena cried for joy. The ejaculation was spectacular and the volume of fluid, filled her to overflowing. Afterwards, Lorena was helped to her unsteady feet. Her wide open cunt, from whose yawning lips gobs of semen fell, could be seen by all. Via was led away, his penis still fully engorged and swollen.

A small bowl of horse semen, which had previously been collected, was brought. Neltitaca touched a drop of the semen to Lorena's forehead and then held the bowl to her lips for Lorena to drink the offering. Applause and congratulations were heard from all directions from her guests and staff. Some of the sperm fell from the bowl and landed on Lorena's breasts. It slowly ran down her body until it reached the thick mat of hair at her pubis.

Afterwards a short robe was draped around her shoulders. She knew she had to appease a curious Latin sense of modesty, which did not mind a woman making love to a horse in public, but did object to her standing around completely nude. The rest of the afternoon was uneventful. Lorena socialised with her guests while horse semen dribbled down her legs. Eventually Lorena excused herself and went to her quarters to wash and dress. Later that day, with her horse secure in its trailer, Lorena started towards Rio.

Once on the road to the border, Lorena took stock in her achievements. Her horse was healthy and strong and, more importantly, was used to being inside her. His seed was abundant and his phallus was very long and widened at the base. As for Lorena, she was in her mid twenties and kept herself in good shape. She wished she could have arranged to make this pilgrimage earlier, several years earlier, but some thing or other had always prevented the making of arrangements. Her body had paid the price for the unnatural stretching it had undergone but she was confident of surviving her ride. Certainly her vagina had scarred and toughened and she could now accommodate a full twelve inches of phallus, perhaps more.

As for the coming out ceremony, it had been a definite success. Her friends, family, and servants who had not known before, now knew and accepted, or had to accept, the fact that she made love to equines. In fact, mused Lorena, when she came back she would seek to delegate the day to day running of the hacienda to one of her staff. She could then devote herself to making love to her horses. In fact, she concluded, she had enough animals that she could be strapped under one continuously, just changing from one to anther when they came. Lorena laughed.

The superstitious folks who had rubbed charms and saint's pictures on her were right, after all, she had given herself fully, willingly, and eagerly to the darkest gods of lust. There were no regrets. She did not feel that they should be called the dark gods, pleasure gods would be more appropriate. There was no evil involved. She wondered if it would be all right to do this while she was having her time of month problems.

By the time she reached the Brazilian border, she was just about on time to make the first day of the festival. A new problem was created by new customs regulations, which required that a vet, certify her horse as being disease free. Lorena protested that her horse was hale (she ought to know). The customs officers were adamant; they even threatened to quarantine her horse. For Lorena not being allowed belly ride would have been unthinkable Lorena stood in front of an unsympathetic customs officer who did not budge in his refusal to allow her horse through.

Faced with an unyielding customs bureaucracy, Lorena chose the obvious solution: she offered money, a bribe, enough to satisfy all of his greed but not enough to make him think to request even more. The customs officer leered obscenely at Lorena while he considered the offer. In front of him was a handsome and aristocratic looking young woman and the thought of extracting other favours out of one such as her, titillated him. Lorena winced under his obvious scrutiny; there had been a few men in her life but she had never succumbed to any man she had not chosen herself. Thankfully, greed won over lust and the uniformed man nodded his acceptance of the bribe.

As the pertinent documents were stamped, a few of the customs house denizens murmured obscene comments and made gestures in the same vein. Someone had peeked into her horse trailer and seeing the horse, had noted his permanently semi-erect phallus. The fact that Lorena, a single woman, had been so frantic in advocating the horse's importation and the stated destination, Rio, plus the time of the year, so close to Mardi Gras, this all had led to conclusions. Lorena could not help overhearing and could not ignore them. They knew what she was, a belly rider! In spite of herself, Lorena blushed, which only confirmed their suspicions. If only they would hurry the process, she thought.

Eventually, the embarrassing scene ended. Lorena muttered her thanks to the customs officer and handed an envelope fattened with cash to a waiting hand. Then, with the obscene catcalls of the customs house crowd sounding in her ears, Lorena got her truck in gear and drove off with her horse trailer in tow. She wondered if a similar scene would be waiting for her upon her return.

Why should she feel shame, she chided herself as she drove. What she did was, after all, her own business and she hurt no one. Well, almost no one, she corrected herself, for she then felt a stab of pain in her crotch, the result of the constant stretching she subjected herself to. Lorena wiped an involuntary tear, cursing herself for having shown weakness in front of the men, intolerant boors. "Men! No wonder she had given up on them." She shouted. Now her horse was her sole companion. They were better endowed, did not complain, and even smelled better!

By the time dusk arrived, the prospect of her belly ride had restored Lorena's spirit. She was still days away from Rio and knew she might not get to do a full three-day's ride, the customs had taken several hours longer than she had allowed for, but maybe they would let her be strapped for the last two days of the Mardi Gras. She would ride this year, regardless, she insisted, even if she had to drive non-stop for days. But sleep threatened to overwhelm her. The road was lonely, a monotonous and desolate, brown dirt, ribbon, cutting through the southern Brazilian pampas. After a scare in which Lorena fell asleep at the wheel for a few seconds, she concluded that she had to stop and camp for the night.

The stars were already up when Lorena arrived at a river crossing. Carefully, she drove her truck and trailer off the side of the road to the riverbank and sought a campsite. About a mile from the road, she found a solitary, secluded, spot, idyllic, an island of rain forest in the midst of the pampas. Still, Lorena was wary in the midst of all that beauty. As she lowered herself stiffly from the cab she tied on a gun belt. A lone woman could not take any chances of being caught, surprised by bandits.

The river was a lazy meandering brook that reflected the tropical moon. Lorena removed her clothes and stepped into the water being careful not to stray too far away from her gun. She massaged her tortured crotch. The water was cool and refreshing but she hurried her ablutions; there are all manner of creatures living in such streams.

Refreshed, Lorena walked naked back to her trailer, with her clothes bundled under an arm. Her lover waited, she knew. A quick glance around the surrounding jungle indicated that she was still alone. She would give her trusty friend a quick walk around before she settled down for the night. She did not bother to put any of her cloths on for this.

Turning her horse round in the trailer she then led him out. He followed her quietly. Once on flat land she leapt to his back and rode him slowly into the stream. Then she proceeded down the water course away from the road. Still clutching her gun she felt safe though remained watchful. She had had a grate deal of training with the weapon and would not hesitate to use it in an instant. When she returned to the camp she washed Via in river water and then led him into the trailer for the night. Satisfied that all was still quiet, she shut and secured the trailer door behind her.

Via stamped the trailer floor eagerly; he was ready. Lorena smiled and started massaging her crotch. Murmuring soothing remarks to her horse, she proceeded to massage his protruding penis. Coaxing an erection. The horse was well trained and eager. Lorena's gentle massaging and her oral ministrations soon resulted in an erection of the usual massive proportions. Lorena eagerly drank the drops of pre-cum that crowned the glans. She did not wish to over exert her friend just before he was about to go on display in the finest carnival in all the World. She would only enjoy his love for a short while, so that he could sleep after the long journey. There would be more of the same tomorrow.

Satisfied with the iron hard erection that ensued, Lorena placed a couch under the horse's belly and laid down on it, facing Via. She guided the horse's shaft towards her crotch and pushed her torso forward. The horse knew what to do and he thrust his hips forward too. His shaft entered her brusquely, pushing a full twenty five centimetres into her and pulling in her engorged labia lips. Lorena grunted with pain, taking every inch that the horse offered.

The horse's penile head now pushed against her cervical opening. It took Lorena's muscles some time to adjust but she knew this would not do, not for a belly rider. She had accepted far more than that on numerous occasions. It could just be the nerves of actually going to Rio, specifically to belly ride. Lorena willed herself further up the shaft though the pain in her cervix became intense. The horse took a step forward and a sharp, pang of pain tore through her abdomen;

Lorena was not a large woman and knew she had reached bottom. She reached and touched the horse's balls, so near yet so far away from her crotch. Resigned to only get just over a foot of horse meat inside her. Thus pinned against the couch, she lay still as Via rocked slowly in to her. She came several times before he did. Pretty soon the shaft exited and entered her a full twenty centimetres at a time, pulling and pushing at her labia minora. The brutal pounding was both painful and delightful. She was used to this treatment but her body soon was covered in a sheen of sweat and her eyes were shut tight with lust. She kept her legs spread wide, grimacing with pain and pleasure.

Soon her first orgasm came and others followed, exhausting her completely. Her crotch frothed and driblets of horse semen ran to a pool forming on the couch on which she lay. That could be cleaned later if she decided to keep the couch the horse continued its pounding, unceasing, rhythm; he was well trained. Thus Lorena passed out, exhausted, under the horse's brutal onslaught. Lorena never felt the horse's penis head inside her, balloon to stupendous proportions as he came inside her.

Once he had cum, his penis went limp but though it reduced in size it did not retract. It stayed at its full length but flaccid so that it curved gracefully from his body to hers. The beast stood over Lorena contented to let his head nod as he slept. The lady slept under him, having dreams of grand marches and wonderful, colourful displays. There was nothing outside to distract either sleeper.

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