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  The grooms snapped the reins to the large metal rings at the sides of the bridles and then, leading the reins back, climbed up into the seats and using only the reins and the coach whip mounted in a holder at the side of the gig’s seat, steered them out of the stables with the other human ponies and down to the track.

  Here, N’dona and some of his guests sat on the rail of the fence and watched as they were raced. But not Jill and Davey. They were kept separate from the main bunch who were racing around the track in a training run. The trainer wanted to see how fast the two new recruits were and what particular training routines might be necessary for them.

  This man had begun his career in the stables of a well known Lagos horse trainer and had caught N’dona’s eye when he had visited the stables for he had been a keen aficionado of horse racing before taking up the human variety.

  He was pleased to see the newcomers were both fast and strong. He knew their backgrounds of course. Akira had given N’dona a full CV on the pair and this had included their sporting background.

  And so began their careers as human ponies. They were worked hard and were soon as strong as their colleagues and graduated to the saddles. Once they were used to carrying the grooms for long periods at a full gallop they were deemed ready to take N’dona and his friends out for rides.

  This was even more shameful than racing around the track with hundreds of villagers watching. N’dona was good to the people around his estate and they were very loyal to him. They also delighted in seeing the white men and women exposed so nakedly and so humiliatingly as ponies and wouldn’t have dreamed of talking to strangers about what went on at the estate.

  That was bad enough but to be harnessed into the saddles with (in Davey’s case) the little ring around his cock and balls forcing his penis into a permanent erection and the frontal dildo up Jill’s vagina making her come every few minutes, and then taken out to gallop up and down the roads through the various villages around was absolutely horrible.

  N’dona sat up on Davey’s back, his left hand on the handle that poked up from the tops of his bridle, his right holding the riding crop he used to lash at the boy’s buttocks and steered him into a group of villagers, all of whom grinned up at him and stared appreciatively at the handsome and so athletic naked boy upon which he was mounted.

  Beside him stood Jill, similarly saddled and with one of the master’s friends sitting on her saddle. They had just completed a hard gallop and both Davey and Jill were breathing hard, their chests heaving as they sucked in great lungfuls of air and showing off the nakedness and sheer athletic beauty of their bodies magnificently.

  The end, when it came, was quite sudden for Jill and Davey and their slave colleagues but it had been in the planning for many months. N’dona was a very rich and powerful man in Nigerian circles and the government wished to make absolutely certain it had every base covered before it moved.

  He was becoming an embarrassment to them. He had grown careless in whom he admitted to his pleasure palace and word was spreading outside the country. Questions were being asked in diplomatic circles, admittedly covertly, about what was going on up in the mountains in the north.

  A spy was planted and he carefully gathered the evidence, including photographs taken through the lens in his shirt button.

  The army moved in at the dead of night. It was a skilfully executed operation in which N’dona and his guests of the day as well as his servants were arrested and taken away. Jill and David and the other hundred-odd slaves were released and taken to a government camp where they were slowly acclimatised to normal life including clothes and proper food and speech and best of all freedom to move around at least within the camp. Those from the stables had their ponytails cut off and then all their hair was allowed to grow back normally.

  A government official informed them they would be compensated out of N’dona’s estate for their treatment at his hands and although it took time and in fact happened long after they were back in their own countries, the government did just that. It kept half N’dona’s huge fortune once it had liquidated it but the other half was distributed to the former slaves.

  They were repatriated as soon as they were well enough and passports issued. For their own protection, the human zoo and the rest of the pleasure palace was kept quiet.

  Jill and Davey flew back to Fort Meyers and were welcomed home by parents who had just about given them up for dead but then, once the euphoria of being home again had died down, began to think what they were going to do with their lives.

  To go back to college now seemed tame but then, when the money came through and they realised they now had a considerable nest egg between them they knew exactly what they were going to do.

  Their parents thought they were mad but they said this was what they wanted and it was their lives ... They bought a piece of land at the end of a remote valley beside a small creek and set up a camp on it. There was a central block which included their own quarters mess hall and gym. Around this was a training track and on the outside of this a series of huts, each of which could take eight inmates.

  While this was being built they went back to their athletics club and began to compete. Everyone, including their former coach was astonished. While they had been away (they said - and they covered their absence with a cooked up story about a secret athletics camp in Haiti) they had learned new tricks which they were willing to pass on to others in their new camp up in the forest.

  They didn’t ask outrageous fees but they certainly wanted to cover their expenses and wages and make a modest profit as well - this was going to be covered by Davey’s father who was an accountant and who would keep an eye on the business side of the enterprise...

  They are still there. The athletes who come there to train under their methods wear a minimum of clothing and many emulate Davey and Jill, now married, who, when the weather permits, go about stark naked and if the trainees wonder at their total absence of hair, no-one has ever asked (although some have actually emulated them and had their own bodies permanently depilated).

  The results of the hard training and spartan vegetarian diet speak for themselves and the pair of newly weds are pleased with their new lives as well. They are healthy, happy and have enough in the bank to cover a rainy day.

  Soon it will be time to think about a family ...

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