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Belly rider chapter 6

  Belly Rider chapter 6 
Author: P J Prince 
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 fulfil 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.
The following day, Lorena was woken by a cacophony of noises, many of
which she had never heard before.  It took a while to realise that it
was just the singing of the local bird population.  She was going to
getup from the couch when she realised that Via was still fully
exposed and had not released her from his grip.  She reached between
her legs and bending his penis a little she was able to pull it out of
her body.  It felt soft and warm in her hand.  Very reassuring and a
pleasant reminder of the night before.
Lorena rose and went to the window to check for any danger before she
opened the door to the trailer.  It was quite light out side and so
was time to move on.
After feeding and watering Via, Lorena went to the river and bathed
quickly.  Then it was time for her own food and as soon as that was
finished she got the truck and trailer back on the road.  Another long
day of eating up the kilometres stood before her and so she did not
wish to hang around.  
The day passed without event and at the end of it she was another five
hundred kilometres closer to her destination.  That night there was no
river to bath in, so she went without.  There was enough water in the
trailer to cover for all the needs of both the horse and herself, but
she would have to stock up the next day.  She would also have to buy
fuel for the truck before too many more trees went by her windscreen.
She did not take via to be her lover that night.  She was too
exhausted to enjoy it and needed the extra rest.  The night passed
quickly and it was long before she was ready, that she found herself
on the road again, behind the wheel of her truck, pounding the dirt of
the mountain tracks.
However there was to be a change.  She had only travelled for about
two hours when the little road suddenly changed.  It became a hard
black surface.  It was much easier to travel and so she could go
faster than the fifty kilometres per hour that had been ruled by her
vehicle suspension.  Eighty became easy so the remaining eight hundred
kilometres of the journey, could be done in a single day.  Towns and
villages passed more frequently as she drove.
Fuel and water were collected from different locations along the road,
which made Lorena feel much more easy about the final part of the
journey.  The truck ground its way along easily now and so Lorena was
much more relaxed.  Of course she was over-whelmed with joy when
shortly after dusk the road topped a small mountain and she saw the
sea and Rio on the shore.  Its lights shining in the dark.  Life felt
good again and the last few hills and valleys went by before she was
aware.
When she rolled up to the gates of the Samba School she was welcomed
with a small celebration and soon all was arranged for her and her
horse.  They both had a very contented night.  Lorena had arrived with
a whole day clear before the start of the festival.  She would have
ample time to prepare her costume, what there was of it and to dress
Via as a belly rider’s horse should be dressed.  This year the house
colours were red and orange.  Colours of heat and passion.  Very
appropriate thought Lorena as she drifted off to sleep.  Her dreaming
started soon after.  It was filled with roads and passing people who
were unable to give her directions as she got more and more lost, on
an imaginary journey that resembled the one she had just completed.
Late in the night she awoke and went to find a place to relieve
herself.  Afterwards her sleep was much more peaceful.
The following day she awoke late.  It did not matter as the making of
her costume was a simple matter.  All the modifications had already
been made to her harness and Via had a new set of bridle and reins,
that she had commissioned from a local worker.  Lorena would have to
braid ribbons and things into Via’s main and tail but that would be
done on the morning of the march.  Her own hair would also have to be
done but someone else would do it so that it would look just right.
This meant that she could spend her time helping anyone who needed it.
She ended up sewing sequins and gold filigree, by the metre, to what
seemed like thousands of metres of brightly coloured cloth.  All of
it, as "blow away" as the finest silk.  The work seemed to be never
ending. No sooner had one piece been finished than someone came up
with another thing to be completed.  Lorena enjoyed the work not
because it was thrilling work but it gave her a sense of being a part
of the community instead of an outsider.  She had helped in this
manner every year that she had travelled to attend the great
celebration.  
She worked long into the night and eventually went to sleep at the
sewing machine.  Some one carried her to her bed and made her
comfortable.  Others took care of Via for her and everything seemed to
run very smoothly.  It did not go totally without hitch  but Lorena
was not aware of any major problems.
On the first day of Mardi Gras, Lorena awoke with a head ache.  It was
not a bad pain but it was enough to put her into a not particularly
good mood.  She went in search of something to eat and then went to
minister to Via.  She knew that she should have seen to the horse
first but that was the way she was feeling today.  Via though had
already been fed and watered.  He had also been groomed and looked in
peek condition.  He snorted as Lorena approached.  She knew he was
pleased to see her, as she was to see him.
"Well my fine friend today is the day.  I hope you feel better than I
do.  I just hope my head gets better before I have to start the ride
this afternoon."  Lorena talked to the animal for a few minutes before
going out to get some fresh air.  She would not have long to herself,
to do as she pleased, because of the preparations that still needed to
be arranged.
The breather seemed to do a world of good and it was not long before
Lorena went back to Via to start arranging his decorations.  She
braided his tail into plats and interwove bright orange and red
ribbons.  Then she platted his main with red and gold resting
individual plats alternately on either side of his neck.  This took
nearly an hour before it looked acceptable.  Then the harness was
placed over the horse’s back and strapped into place.  All the straps
and buckles were checked to make sure that they would not cause any
discomfort.  The animal would have to ware the harness for the next
three days, and a little bit, so Lorena wanted to make quite sure that
he would not rub sores and blisters.  Then the bridle and rein was
added.  It was made of leather but was completely covered in bright
red quilting to give it a softer warmer touch.  
By now most of the morning was spent.  It was time for Lorena to
prepare herself for the event.  She went to a room where she knew
there were some women organising hair stiles for the belly riders.
Lorena waited her turn and then let herself be subjected to a similar
treatment to that which she had just given Via.  She was made to strip
naked and then sit in front of a mirror for an hour while her hair was
combed, platted, coloured and arranged.  Beads and sequins were
threaded on to individual strands.  Then her face was painted to look
like a devil with red eye lids and cheeks.  Her breasts and legs were
treated the same way until she hardly recognised herself.  But she had
to admit she did look the part.  A lady devil who would be riding her
horse for sex.  When all was done she went out to see her steed.
He had been given one or two additions since she had last seen him.
He now sported blood tipped horns on his forehead and his coat was
stained red to match her own skin colour.  This would be most
impressive if all the belly riders were treated on a similar vain.
Lorena looked around at the others who were preparing for the march.
They all seemed to be enjoying the event and yes they all seemed to be
taking on the parts of hells denizens.
The afternoon was well on its way by now and it was time to be
strapped into the saddle.  Lorena went to find a sip of water to
freshen her mouth before actually being tied down.  Once that was done
she would not be released for the whole three days of the celebration.
The water tasted good and she was tempted to have more but she
refrained, knowing that to do so would cause her additional pain
later.  
Arriving back at Via’s side Lorena found five strapping men waiting
for her.  They had taken the sling part of the harness, that she would
be riding in, and laid it on the ground.  She was instructed to lie on
the sling and then it was lifted with her in it, by four of the men
while the fifth went round the horse fastening the straps that would
support her weight.  Finally the underside of the sling was brushed
off and her legs and arms were strapped to the horse’s sides.  This
would be her lot for the next sixty hours or more.
Once the last buckle was tight, the five men went off laughing and
cracking jokes.  None of the amusement was directed at her, for which
Lorena was grateful.  She was just left to hang in the balance and
await the next stage of the preparations.  A young lad was fussing
around with another horse not far away.  He seemed to be painting its
legs.  Lorena watched him not really taking in what it was that he was
doing.  She did notice that the horse also had it’s rider strapped in
position.  After a few minutes the boy finished his art work and he
stood up and stretched a bit.  Then he took the horse’s rein and led
the animal into the courtyard.  
Shortly afterwards the lad returned and taking Via’s rein he led
Lorena out to the yard to join the other riders.  Now for the first
time Lorena was able to see all of the riders together.  There were
eight and they were all coloured red, hanging under red horse’s that
all had blood stained horns.  One or two of the ladies talked to each
other but none spoke to Lorena.  Lorena did not try to make
conversation,  she was far too nervous.
She had not been there long before another man appeared.  Immediately
all the chatter stopped.  The man greeted the ladies collectively and
then set to his task.  He knelt down by the first horse and produced,
from a bag, a syringe.  Testing that all the air was out of the
contraption he injected the horse’s penile pouch, and then moved on to
the next animal.  All eight animals received this treatment. But it
was not over yet.
Lorena watched the first animal to see the reaction to the initial
injection.  It did not take long.  The penis started to protrude and
slowly extended to its full length.  The penis was a fleshy pink in
colour with black and brown markings.  It hung limply for a while and
then started to stiffen.  Lorena watched fascinated.  She knew that
the same thing would be happening to Via.  She would feel the result
of it in a moment.  It was what she had been longing for since she was
a little girl.
The man returned to the first horse just in time.  If he had been much
later the penis would have been too stiff to bend and thus could not
be forced into the expectant rider.  He took the end of the thickening
member and gently bending it, he introduced the head to the rider’s
vagina.  It slipped in easily and as the penis continued to stiffen,
gained grater and grater depth.  The rider said nothing as she was
engulfed by her sexual passion.  
The attendant moved on to the second horse and repeated the process,
with the same results.  Each horse was treated the same way and Lorena
watched all the while.  She was the seventh to be administered to.  Of
course she could not see what the man did to Via, but she felt every
millimetre of Via as he pushed into her body.  Now she though, she was
ready.
There was one last thing to do before all was in readiness.  A second
injection was administered to each horse to make him retain his
erection.  It would last for the first six hours or so of the event.
Other injections would be supplied as and when they were needed.
Lorena had brought enough of the drug that she used on Via to give
fourteen injections.  It would be quite sufficient for the duration
required.
After a short time of final checks and arrangements, the gates were
opened and the cavalcade was led out by the float.  Lorena was not
really thinking about what was going on.  Her mind was fare away with
a little girl who had spent nearly twenty years to achieve this aim.
As she was moved along under Via, she could feel the rhythmic thrust
of the horse as his every step caused his engorged penis to enter and
then retreat from her over stretched vagina.  Over stretched it may be
but that was only by human standards.  It was a comfortable fit for a
horse, and Lorena found it comfortable too.  The sensation was
something that she was very used to and it was what she wanted to be
doing more than any other.  This was the beginning of the granting of
her life’s ambition.  From now on she would aim to attend this parade
every year.  Maybe in the future she would ride with her daughter in
attendance or even with her daughter as an additional rider.  Perhaps
with her aunt Elizabet also riding, they could have three generations
ride together.
Suddenly there was a loud shout from a crowd.  Lorena was brought out
of her thoughts to find herself being led down a cobbled street with a
multitude of people on either side.  They were laughing and singing
and dancing as they watched the riders walk by.  Many pointed and
whistled at the riders, picking out one individual to favour with
their attentions.  Some of the young men made explicit signs at the
ladies, as they passed slung under their horses.  Others chose to walk
along side and request sexual favours.  Most of the requests were in
jest but some where of a genuine nature.  Lorena tried to pay
attention to what was going on about her, but the continuous
ministrations of Via’s penis to her tender loins drew her mind back to
the imminent orgasm that was about to take her.  As she succumbed to
the hormones raging through her body she heard, as if from a distance,
another loud shout from the crowd.  This would be the scene throughout
the three days.  
This had been the first orgasm of the day for Lorena, but it was not
to be her last.  In between them, however, she would get a chance to
see the world of Mardi Gras from the sideways and very low angle of
the belly rider.  Every time a rider appeared to reach a climax the
people lining the street would cheer.  This was really just an
increase in the level of noise that they made all the time.  The
shouts, cries and whistles came from the spectators, and the music,
bells and drumming in general came from the paraders.  Other noises
were of dogs barking, horses neighing, bangs that sounded like pistol
shots, but were really fire works,  car horns and other sounds that
could not be distinguished amid the din.  
A man came over to Lorena as she rode by and opening his trousers he
extracted his penis and waved it at her.  He was shouting something as
he did so but Lorena could not hear.  She shouted back at him, knowing
full well what it was that he wanted.  His actions had made that
clear.  He crouched down and crawled along close to Lorena so that she
could hear his request the second time.
"Please." He shouted, "Will you rub my penis for good luck.  I have
been trying to make my wife pregnant for three years now and had no
luck.  I am sure you would bring me luck"    Lorena pointed out that
her hands were tied and that she could do nothing at the time.  The
man looked crest fallen and stopped dead in the road as Lorena was
forced further and further away by the constant stride of her mount.
This was not to be the last such request or the last time a man had
his request rejected through no fault of the rider.
Lorena came again, to a loud cheer and then carried on observing the
crowds that she passed.  There were all sorts of people. Young and
old, ugly and attractive.  It could make a very good parade if one was
seeking a mate.  One would never find a grater variety of possible
contenders of either sex.  This though was not Lorena’s requirement.
She had her mate and would not need another as long as he lived.
About an hour into the march Via had his first ejaculation.  He had
been dancing rather than walking for a while now as though he was
walking on glass and each step made him jump.  It was usually an
indication of imminent discharge.  The dancing motion only added to
Lorena’s own heightened sexual arousal.  As she tried to concentrate
on the feeling of the horse’s member inside her body, she also rose to
a fevered pitch and her orgasm coincided with Via’s massive climax.  
She felt the head swell inside her and then it shot its sperm deep
into her womb.  There were several spurts.  After the second Lorena
was so full of the sticky semen that it shot out of her vagina,
backwards between Via’s legs.  There was a tremendous cry from the
crowd with wolf whistles and cat calls as the white juice splattered
across the road.  It was the first of many and Lorena was not the only
rider to go through the experience.  
Soon after, Lorena and the seven other belly riders were led into the
square that had been selected for the first rest area.  Horses were
watered and the majority of the clan went to get some form of
refreshment.  Lorena was offered a drink of water which she took a sip
from but did not actually require.  She had only wanted to moisten her
mouth.  
When the boy returned from his own rest, Lorena asked him to release
her arms.  He looked round as though looking for someone to request
permission.  Lorena chided him and he set to freeing the straps.  Now
Lorena would be able to grant some favours to the men who asked her.
She had not liked to see the crest fallen expression of the man she
had had to deny.  
The march got under way again and the same sort of events filled the
next hour.  It was a sequence that was repeated slowly over and over.
Walk cum, walk cum, etc. etc.  Lorena did not mind.  If she could
spend the rest of her life in constant orgasm she gladly would.
However there were times in between the orgasms that required
something to attract ones attention.  As soon as another man came over
to request a favour, Lorena was happy to oblige,  From now on she
would do what ever she could to satisfy the watching crowds.  She
could not give oral ministrations but her hands were free to do what
ever was required, as long as she could reach.
Once the first person found his wish fulfilled others followed suit
and it was not long before Lorena had a line of men and a few women
following her, looking for services.  She did what she could within
her confines and between her own moments of total elation.  Even the
act of satisfying a fellow human gave her some considerable
stimulation.  If only her Mother and Father had been alive to see her
now.  Her Mother would certainly have been proud.
As the line of waiting customers grew, other riders asked for their
arms to be released.  It was not long before all eight of the riders
were bestowing favours as and when requested.  Lorena was thankful,
there was no way that she alone could have complied with every
supplication.  Her own orgasms became almost back stage to what she
was doing for other people.
Not every person was able to cum at Lorena’s beck and call.  Indeed
not every person wished to achieve a climax.  For many it was enough
to have been treated by a rider.  Those that did cum were thankful to
the extreme.  Most of the men seemed to direct their jets of sperm
toward Lorena herself.  Sometimes they would strike her with their
creamy white fluid,  others would miss altogether or it would land on
Via’s underbelly and then trickle down onto Lorena’s breasts and
stomach.  She realised that at the end of three days she would be
covered with several layers of dried male sexual juice.  A long bath
would be required at the end of the third day.
The end of the first day came long before Lorena was ready.  She had
been enjoying herself so much she had not noticed the passage of time
and was quite surprised when she was led into the Samba School’s
private compound.  The crowds of followers were left behind and all
suddenly fell quiet.  Most of the group of people who made up the
exhibition went quickly to their beds.  The horses were led into the
stables and after feeding and watering they too were left to sleep
quietly,  their respective riders still in place, slung under the
animals body.  The only thing that was done was that each animal was
again injected to keep the stiff erection in place through out the
night.  This was the fourth injection so far.  
Lorena’s right hand ached a little.  She massaged her joints to ease
the tension, and then interlocking her fingers across her stomach, she
relaxed and tried to gain a few hours rest.  All the other riders were
similarly stabled and soon the only sound was that of horse and rider
softly breathing in unison.  It was the early hours of the morning.
First light would be in a short while and a new day would start with
this dawn.
As hard as she may try, Lorena could not relax.  She was a little
disturbed at having her fun cut off at such short notice.  There was
nobody to talk to as even Via seemed to be contentedly dreaming of
what ever horses dream of.  This was extremely frustrating.  There was
only one thing to do that could relax her.  Reaching down to her mound
she started to rub at her clitoris.  She remembered the first time she
had ever done this.  She had been twelve and had suddenly found the
pleasure of orgasm.  From then on it had become a nightly ritual
unless she was dog tired. 
 The first time she had tried it while coupled to a horse, the
resulting climax had almost made her head explode.  She had hardly
even started before it was finished.  The shock had been enough to
make her scream, and several people had run to see if she was all
right.  Of course she had been, but she resolved to bight her tongue
the next time.
This night just the opposite applied.  She could not get satisfaction,
no matter how hard she rubbed.  She ended up waking Via from his
repose which made it worse.  She also awoke a number of the other
horses and maybe some of the riders.
A dog that had been sleeping in the corner of the stables came over to
her and nuzzled her breast.  Concentrating hard on her clitoris she
did not notice the animals licks.  He continued his inquisitive
exploration of her body and eventually found her exposed buttocks and
vagina, complete with penetrating horse member.  The dog continued to
lick, fascinated by the strange taste that was so like a bitch on heat
but different.  His tongue slipped around Via’s thick penis at the
point where it entered Lorena’s vagina, stimulating both horse and
rider.  The intrusive tongue licked all around the anal sphincter
hidden between the curvaceous hind quarters of the woman.  The more it
licked the more Lorena wanted it to penetrate her.  Suddenly her
vagina was producing love juice to extreme.  It was running out of her
and down between her buttocks.  The dog licked more intently.  This
was what she had wanted.  Lorena felt her climax build and then
explode, filling her head with bliss.  The dog continued to lick but
his work was done.  Lorena was able to relax and finally drift off to
sleep.

The second day was much the same as the first had been, except there
were no preparations.  Make up was touched up and then on the road
again.  Lorena was beginning to feel quite thirsty, so she indulged in
a short drink.  Water was all she had but she found it enough.  She
did not need any alcohol to boost her.  As the day passed though she
did find that she required more and more to drink.  
She was accosted by numerous men again, all vying for her favours.
She did what she could, satisfying most, but she was getting bored
with it.  Her eleventh customer was a woman.  She had almost no
clothing on and requested that Lorena service her.  Lorena was only
too glad to comply.  Here was the change she had been looking for.
She reached out to touch the woman’s body, and ran her hand over the
soft and smooth skin.  The woman was fit and quite nicely shaped,  a
flat stomach and round hips at the top of shapely legs.  Her smile was
fetching and Lorena liked her instantly.  The pubic mound had been
recently shaved but was now showing a fine dark stubble.  Lorena
slipped her fingers in between the girl’s legs and fondled the two
fleshy lips that hid there.  Then she inserted her middle finger and
using her thumb started to rub the clitoris that hid at the front of
the vaginal slit.  The woman was moist inside and the stimulation made
her even wetter.  Lorena introduced a second finger to the vagina and
tried to reach the girl’s anus with another finger.  It was then that
the girl had her orgasm.  She was almost unable to walk from the
sexual spasms that raked her body.  Stumbling and staggering along she
was just able to keep up with the horse that drew Lorena inexorably
down the road.  Lorena was also turned on by the lesbian encounter and
had her own orgasm moments later.  Her arm went limp and contact was
lost between the girl and herself.  That was another relationship that
had to be explored.
At the rest area Lorena had a deeper drink.  Her thirst was increasing
and her throat was getting sore.  Via stuck his head in a bucket and
downed a large quantity of water.  He was feeling the heat too.  It
was different at home.  There, there was a cool breeze that blew the
heat away, but here in the city the wind was blocked by the tightly
packed buildings.  The heat stayed and just increased as the day
passed.
Two dogs ran by.  One seemed to be chasing the other.  Lorena watched.
The first dog stopped and waited for the second.  Then when he reached
her the second dog mounted the first and they copulated, he thrusting
in and out rapidly for a short while.  Then they separated and ran on.
Lorena found it strange that the two had not been locked together as
was usually the case with dogs.  Maybe the dog had not been deep
enough to get tied before the bitch decided to move on.
Again the carnival moved on.  It was not just dogs, and ladies with
horses having sex.  There were several couples engaging in intimate
relations along the street where the procession passed.  Some stood in
corners, some stood in the open amongst the crowds.  Even some of the
carnival caricatures engaged with individual spectators and then had
to run to catch up with their own display team.
At the second rest area someone offered Lorena a bottle.  She was in a
mood that now she did not care about staying sober.  She did not look
to see what it was and took a deep draught.  She thought that she
might choke but was able to prevent it.  The liquid was like fire as
it ran down her throat.  It felt good as she took another mouth full.
The person who had offered her the bottle told her to keep it and
walked off to find another.  The liquid did nothing for her at first
but soon she was as happy as she had ever been.  As the parade moved
along the final leg of the second day, Lorena was singing and joking
with the other riders, just as everybody else had.  
By the time they all reached the compound again the bottle was empty.
Lorena did not remember drinking it all but she knew she had not let
anyone else have it.  It must have slopped out of the bottle as she
was walked along, she mused as she fell asleep under the influence of
the tequila.  
The head ache that ensued the next day made itself felt mainly through
the noises of what ever was going on around Lorena.  She was not used
to strong drink, and every sound throbbed in her head.  She had
steadfastly stuck to wine as a drink with meals and had never had
anything stronger so this first taste was now like the punishment from
hell that the Sambas school was trying to depict in their costumes.
She tried to keep her eyes shut as the light seemed to hurt as much as
the sound did.  Some one saw her agony and taking pity gave her a
small drink of something milky white that tasted of aniseed.  He said
that it would ease the pain but Lorena was sure that the world would
crack her head open before she ever recovered.
However by the time the party was ready to move again she felt quite a
bit better, and was able to join in with the revelry.  There were the
usual jokes and laughs as they wend their way down the streets and
round the town.  More people came to ask for hand favours.  Lorena
recognised the man who had first asked her on day one, and she shouted
to him waving her had to show him that she was now free.  
He came over to her and she gladly gave him the relief that she had
not been able to give the first time.  At first he just walked along
beside her as she stroked his member but as the erection grew stronger
he started to turn to ward her to allow her an easier and longer
stroke.  Being able to reach him with only one hand was a handicap but
it had to do.  She kept up a rapid pumping action and soon had the
satisfaction of feeling him tense for the ejaculation.  It shot out in
large globs and landed on her breasts and shoulder.  He was about to
thank her and leave but Lorena did not let him go.  She continued to
pump but more gently now.  His erection remained and he consented to
try for a second shot.  After all he had missed it on the first day.
The second time took much longer but a result was attained eventually.
Before he went back to his loving wife, Lorena touched her fingers to
his newly produced seed and put them to her lips.  Then she blew him a
parting kiss and licked her lips.  The resultant smile on the man’s
face was the size of a bus as he disappeared back into the crowd.
The two dogs ran past.  This time they ran side by side and nipped at
each other as they went.  The job was obviously done and the bitch had
received her mate’s full load of sperm.  Lorena received Via’s sperm
on several occasions, each time shooting it into her deepest recess
and the excess being ejected from the tightly fitting union between
horse and woman, to land wasted on the street.  The woman’s orgasms
took her mind from her work of satisfying the men and women that
required her services, but only during the actual moment of climax.  
She was given another bottle of something.  It tasted good so she
drank it, not worrying about the effects it would have tomorrow
morning.  She did not have anything specific to do so if she was
incapacitated it would not change her plans.  It only lasted part of
the time and she was given a bottle of something different to carry on
with.  Every single person along the way was quite happy with the
effects of drink and the carnival but Lorena did not notice as her own
drunken state increased.  Many of the paraders were well intoxicated
but it did not seem to detract from the scene as they all sang and
danced as they were supposed to.  
            At one point a cracker went off right next to Via.  The
frightened horse reared and bucked as he fort to try and escape the
noise.  His hapless rider, tied in place, could only go with him.  The
shaft of the equine penis thrust deep into Lorena as the horse stood
on its hind legs.  A splitting pain shot through her abdomen.  She
wondered if this was to be the end of her.  Had the penis broken
through into something vital.  She knew that some women had died while
in the saddle this way.
The poor boy who was guiding them struggled to take the horse under
his control.  As the horse came down the penis retracted from the
tender depths of Lorena’s vagina, only to be thrust deep a second time
as he reared a again.  He landed on all four feet and then jumped and
strutted.  Each movement causing Lorena additional pain.  Several
other people joined in with the fighting animal while its legs flailed
in the air.  Lorena was in real danger of being kicked in the head.
It could be fatal.  The antics of the frightened horse effected all
the other horses near by.  The animal slowly quieted, his motions
reduced to wild struts.  Finally he relented and allowed himself to be
led quietly.  Those who had witnessed the event were deeply relieved
that the episode was over, and those who had helped control Via went
back to their places.  At last the group was able to move on again.
The end eventually came and the gate to the Samba School was closed on
the final day of the carnival.  The horses were led into the stables
and the people went to their beds.  Via had been given another
injection only two hours previous and his erection would not subside
for several hours yet to come.  It had been the fourth injection of
the day and the eleventh of the whole parade.  In this time Lorena had
not been out of the harness that carried her and Via’s throbbing Penis
had been deeply thrust into her loins without respite.  He had only
ejaculated into her seven times as the injection not only increased
the duration of the erection but also delayed the inevitable climax.
Lorena on the other hand had had over fifty orgasms and had fainted
with thirteen of them.  She quickly fell asleep.  The expense of
energy and the alcohol had both taken their toll.  It was a wonderful
thing to have done, but now that it was over, she just wanted to float
into oblivion and rest.  Then it would be time to think about next
year.  As she drifted off she was sure that next year would be better.
Lorena slept long into the morning.  Via’s penis slipped out of her as
it shrank back to its normal size.  This took several hours to
accomplish but as there were no further injections to keep him fully
erect, he empties his bladder on the floor below her body.  Lorena was
finally released.  Still asleep she was quite unaware of the huge
penis’s exit but the liquid in her bladder finally found an open way
out and she urinated in her sleep.  Her deeply yellow water joining
with Via’s .  It did not rush out in one fast gush but slowly trickled
out, dribbling down over her anus and between her buttocks.  The flow
was sustained for over fifteen minutes as the pressure slowly
subsided.  
All of the riders seemed to have a problem retaining their water.  One
woman was unstrapped from her horse and as she was helped to stand,
the urine flowed out and down her legs.  She was so embarrassed at not
being able to get to the appropriate facilities.  
The horses also had a problem with water retention,  some relieved
themselves onto their riders as they still hung under the animal.  The
women all needed a bath, but this was not what had been intended.
Lorena’s head ache was far worse that morning than it had been on the
previous day, but it was nothing that some rest and a little food
would not cure.  Her internal organs had survived the onslaught of the
horse’s fear and there was no real damage except a little bruising.
She had completed her first full belly ride in public and achieved her
ultimate ambition.  Now she could relax and take life as it came, or
more to the point as her horse came.  The more frequent the better.
If she was able to ride again at the most prestigious celebration in
South America, all the better, and if she could ride with her Daughter
and Aunt, that would be a crowning glory.
                                                        THE END

                        by Jillian, and Pomponio Magnus