I noticed Ibrahim studying me. I doubted if I could ever have any good thoughts about the man who had organized my kidnapping. Then, I wondered if he and Galib had been discussing the progress in their plan to turn me into a racing Pony-girl. The pair had to be in cahoots along with Galib's father.

"My advice, for what it's worth, Master Galib," Ibrahim began. "Is to expand your squad to six so that you can train them on their own."

"That's sound advice, Ibrahim. I'll keep my eyes open for some more talented thralls."

Fayez stood up. "It's time to prepare the girls for the final, Sir."

"Yes, get on with it. I'll finish my food, then I'll come and have a final word before they go onto the track."

Fayez clapped his hands. "Come on, let's sort you two out."

We left Galib and Ibrahim to finish their barbequed food and returned to the rig. Gabby and I started by donning the correct footwear. There were brighter lights shining down on the line of parking spaces to highlight the competitors, so we didn't have a problem seeing what we were doing.

It was tough having to bend forward and go through the rigmarole of having my corset tightened. I gripped the front of the rig and stood between the shafts while Fayez fitted the spindles and wound the wire in until my back was curved. Then, after removing the anal wand, Fayez inserted the bushy, upright tail.

I then had to turn around with Gabby's assistance. I had worn a corset with a little back tension earlier that day, but the racing corset, when tightened, was far more extreme. There was worse to come. While Gabby secured me to the shafts and crossmember, Fayez fitted the bridle.

"I'm putting the bit in now, Jasmin, because you're going straight out onto the circuit after Master Galib has said a few words." He pushed the tab into my mouth and fastened the holding strap, then attached the reins. I felt Gabby climb into the rig when the shafts put pressure on my corset and back. "I'll go and get Master Galib," Fayez said before he hurried away.

A couple of parking spaces down, Hammad's team were getting ready and had almost finished securing Yusra between the shafts. Her skin colour was dusky brown, the same as Gabby's but Syha's was a shade darker. Both girls were unsmiling and were deliberately avoiding eye contact.

I had glanced a few times in their direction and was impressed by their athletic body shapes. They looked similar to a couple of short distance sprinters I knew in Bedford, rather than the longer distance runners. I suspected that they were under pressure from their manager, Hurun. He was talking quietly to them and seemed like a very serious character. Our manager was less so which was the way I liked it.

While we were waiting for Galib, I turned Gabby's revelation over in my mind. I was intrigued to find out what she knew about me and whether she knew how to escape from the Bashar estate. Somehow, someone had found out where I was and had managed to get Gabby on the estate, through a loan deal.

The teenager from Dubai was taking a huge risk... Or, was she? I had no experience of the way the oil rich tycoons traded and loaned girls, thralls like me and Gabby. I heard someone approaching but it was when Galib brushed my tail with his hand, that I knew the men had returned.

He then stroked my bare ass which was slightly sticking back in my natural Pony-girl stance. "My word, you look good, Jasmin." The young man said. His fingers brushed my labia lips. "Gabby, don't be afraid to use the whip."

"I won't, Master."

I gulped, hearing Galib virtually telling her where to land the blows. He parted my labia, spreading my lips wide.

"Look, Gabby. Jasmin's high state of arousal indicates her adrenaline is flowing. Make the most of it and win this race for me."

"Yes, Master, we will try," Gabby responded.

Galib rubbed my slick ridge with two fingers, using the sticky honey, leaking from my pot, as a lubricant. His fingers lit the touchpaper to my internal furnace and were starting to send my senses jangling.

He suddenly withdrew his fingers and slapped my butt cheek. "Time to go and loosen your muscles..." I took a step forward and discovered the rig was incredibly light. "Good luck!" Galib shouted.

Fayez, holding the right shaft, led us toward the paddock entrance. "It's a bit cooler now so we'll expect a fast time from you two."

"We will try, Master," Gabby replied. "Shall I take her round once?"

"Yes, I'll wait for you by your box."

As soon as I had passed through the gateposts I started to jog. After 10 metres, I joined the track and crossed three lanes to the inside lane. I had already run a circuit in a pair of trainers. Now I was wearing weird, shaped Pony boots which kept me up on my toes. With a firm grip on the handles, attached to the rear crossmember, I increased my speed to a fast jog.

"Take it easy, Jaz," Gabby shouted. "Fayez won't want to see you using up too much energy before the race."

Gabby was right. I had become too excited due to Galib's aggressive stimulation. I wondered if it was a tactic that all the trainers used. Fayez hadn't used it on Gabby, but he might try it from now on having seen his Master do it.

It was cooler and I was enjoying jogging down the back straight. The racing Pony-girl posture wasn't dissimilar to one I had to adopt during the first part of the day when I ferried Malik around in a normal single rig. The boots were slightly bigger, the tail and bridle were the same but there were big differences.

The curved shape of my back and the shafts to which I was attached at several points kept my shoulders up. The curve and the quarter cups ensured that mine and the other filly's tits were presented in their best light whether they were large or small, or as in my case, medium sized. They jiggled a little as the soles of my boots thudded on the ground, but that wasn't as off-putting as the tail attached to the butt plug, firmly anchored in my ass.

Gabby retained some tension on the reins, reminding me to keep my head up. Then, as I came around the bend, I was surprised to see that the grandstand contained even more people than during the first race. The sound of another pair of boots striking the hard ground warned me that Hammad's team were approaching in lane two, obviously deciding to warm-up at a faster pace.

They drew level with us just after we entered the finishing straight. I glanced at Yusra who was striding along gracefully, having clearly mastered the unusual gait. It would take me several races before I felt comfortable. On the plus side, I had been pulling much heavier loads for three days which was good preparation for the race I was about to run.

"You don't stand a chance," Syha shouted at us when she was level with me.

I sensed she was directing the taunt at me because she was looking directly into my eyes. Gabby didn't rise to the bait. By the time we were halfway down the straight the crowd had come to life. The noise level wasn't high, but it sounded as though more voices were contributing to the encouraging cheers.

As I pulled to a halt in the yellow box, I thought I heard someone call out above the racket - 'The English filly will win!'. I wasn't sure how I felt about so many spectators thinking that I was an animal who they could win money on.

Fayez left the starter and walked down to where I was standing. He looked at Gabby who was in the process of climbing out of the rig. "Are you ready?" he asked her.

"Yes, Sir. I know who I'm up against and I'm going to give it my best shot."

"Gabby, there's a lot of hype in this sport. Just concentrate on your race and show us what you can do."

Fayiz watched her take up her position behind the white line then turned and placed a hand on my butt. Just as I suspected, our manager was emboldened by Galib's actions. He stroked my firm rounded cheeks, then sought out my thrusting labia and its fleshy entrance.

He eased two fingers into my hot succulence "Wow! Master Galib prepared you well..." The evidence of my body's reaction to performing the role of a Pony-girl was coating his searching fingers. "...now it's up to you, Jasmin."

He withdrew his hand and walked along the kerb to where the starter and Huran was standing. Yusra and Syha were standing about five metres ahead of us because of the two-lap stagger. The odds were against us, but I knew from experience that the underdogs often won...