~*Diamond In The Rough*~ (Closed for Sinful & Sparkyman)

[Sinful_whispers]

She curled up in the silver corner, her arms outstretched as her fingers gripped the steel rods that held her in and the entire world out. Her breathing was erratic, her heart raced within her chest as her grip tightened. The cold steel was a reminder she was now a prisoner, she wasn't sure if it was from her or from others. Her knotted tress hung down over her once bright blue eyes that held a shimmer. Other used to tell her eyes were the color of sapphires with a diamond within each one when they sparkled. Her Chestnut brown locks once held a healthy sheen, now greasy, grimy and knotted up in small knots through its length.

She shook the steel as hard as she could, stretching her legs out she kicked the rods, and nothing, and she was a caged animal, a wild one at that. Her fingers slipped from the bars, as she curled her legs under her wrapping her arms around herself to find any sort of comfort within the night. A voice deep and raspy yelled out, screaming and shrieking, quickly she covered her ears as others joined in like a pack of wild coyotes that howled within the night.

Dropping her head down as far as her back would bend and allow her too; she sobbed softly, silent tears. They wouldn't have been silent if the world around her wasn't filled with wild animals in cages screaming into the night. She held her breath for as long as she could, to keep out as much as the stench of piss and fecal matter she could. Within her mind she couldn't stop the sounds that were once of her world, the sounds of trains that she'd ridden on, the voices of those rich and powerful, the sound of champagne glasses clinking on the holidays and special occasions.

The last she remembered was being in their grand home, she was sleeping so peacefully dreaming about a younger man when she heard the cries and screams of terror echoing about. Rising from bed, she opened her door then darkness settled in. She woke with shackled upon her feet, and cuffs around her wrists, her eyes blindfolded so she couldn’t see where she was going. There were male voices, voices that smelt badly and in great need of hygiene. A flow of heavy smelling whiskey was smelt when these men were close by, her captors. Their body stunk of days with no showering, it could make you gag and throw up.

She felt like a dirty little pig, when they would take their turns fucking her, one after another jabbing their tongue down her throat, each time she resisted she would feel a heavy hand upon her face, or her back. Every now and then she would try and fight back, and then the world would go black as she’d pass out. Each time she did, she’d hope she wouldn’t awaken, she’d hoped it was her turn to cross over to the other realm to have peace.

Wondering how she knew her name as they called it out, making fun of it, tossing snide sexual remarks. It wasn’t just her, there were others, others were in the same place she was, shackled and cuffed together. The cries of females getting savagely raped and bruised, beaten if they screamed, cried or called for help.

They traveled for what seemed days, weeks as it all began to run together. No speaking was allowed, if you spoke you got hit in the mouth, if you resisted you got beaten till you couldn’t move. One quickly found out you do as told and speak only when spoken too. She sighed softly, lifting her head from her knees as the moon shone brightly down upon them all.

Her nightgown was once long and white, made of the finest silk blends, now tattered dirty and smelling like a wet dog’s fur. Crawling to the edge she looked out of the cage, suddenly hands from both sides grabbed for her calves, her ankles as she quickly pulled then back into a ball. The one in the steel cage under her began to grope at her as she whimpered then leaned down and bit the fingers of the young male under her. Scurrying about she stepped the best she could upon his fingers, he left loose only to grab at her again as she bit his flesh, taking a chunk out, teaching him a lesson as she spit it out the front of her cage. A piece of his flesh lay there as he screamed like the others into the night. She wouldn’t go without a fight, she was tired and weak but still had that little bit of spunk within her.

The sun would be up soon, she knew what that meant. Each day a different group gone, not sure whether that was good or not, never knowing one’s own destiny. Was it her turn today? Was it her now to be gone from this stench hole? She’d finally fallen asleep letting her mind wonder to that place of long time ago where the memories were starting to fade.

She had bee awoken suddenly by a freezing cold wave of water upon her body. Her torn and tattered gown ripped from her as she tried to shield the water from her body. Hearing loud laughter as she reached for her dingy gown, feeling it ripped from her fingers. Her body thin, her ribs showing as she grasped again at the air and screamed out. The sun blinding her eyes so she could hardly see, as the water continued to hit her with force pushing her against the bars of the steel cage she was held within.

“Your turn little bitch, today is your lucky day!” she heard a man shout. “Such a shame we lose our favorite little fuck slut!” The cage door opened with a creaking sound, her neck pulled hard as her head went back. “Come on, let’s go, or my men will have you for their morning treat!” She felt her body getting yanked out, as she fell to the ground with a loud thump. Groping hands felt upon her as she was drug behind them, trying to stand but kicked down to all fours to crawl like an animal across the gravel. She was once again placed in another cage this one different from the first.

They backed her in, as hands gripped her hips quickly hosed down once more as she was forced backwards pulled hard. Her tiny anal opened forced open wide as she could feel cool metal inserted within it as she screamed out. Her mouth stuffed with another piece of metal as her collar was held tightly thru the bars of the cage, the door shut as a make shift metal six inch cock was forced down her throat. She was on her knees stuck between two steel faux cocks.

The cage was lifted, her body nude as she felt them lower her upon a platform, many eyes upon her as she heard the bidding begin. “Here we go, white female middle twenties, from a blue bloodline…disease free, needs a bit of fattening up. She rough and needs to be trained, perhaps with a bit of discipline she will make some man or men a great little fuck slave, or servant of sorts! Who will start the bidding for her?”

She heard the sounds around her, the eyes upon her as they walked around her looking her over…"Ten pounds...thirty pounds…!” the numbers went up slowly as she struggled against the steel in both ends of her body, the more she struggled the more either end took. Lowering her eyes, she slowly closed them, the smell of cologne so thick; mixed with cigars and Hollings of names and sexual things she tried to block it all out.

“SOLD!”…he shouted nice and loud. He leaned down and whispered to her, “Slut you got lucky you piece of fuck meat.” Then he stood back up as they brought the next cage up on the platform and carted her off.

Her cage was carried off as four men took it to another place where she awaited her new owner to pay up. The door stayed locked as they hung the chain to her collar upon the corner of the cage. In the distance she could hear that same man auction off another just as they did her. Her heart raced, she tried to swallow with the steel cock within her mouth, practically down her throat. She never got to see who was behind the voice that bought her, so fear settled in; knowing her luck it was so old, smelly, hairy fat man that chain smoked cigars. One that lacked couth and class like those that had stolen her from her bed so long ago.

Footsteps heard upon the gravel as her heart felt as it were going to jump from her throat, seeing black leather boots. She raised her eyes and looked to him; all she could see was his long black leather trench coat, the collar pulled up and a nice blaclk leather type hat upon his head the brim shaped as it leaned to one side covering his dark salt and pepper colored hair.


Her path now chosen...once remembering having servants to being one. Ironic she thought the twist of fate life tosses you...

The cage door opened...

 

[SparkyMan]

Gregor woke feeling refreshed and full of energy as he did most days. He showered and dressed for his trip. Black denim jeans on his long lean legs, a black tee shirt clinging to his muscled chest. He stood, checking himself in the mirror, his six, six frame nearly filling the view. He ran his hand through the course mix of silver, white, and black hairs atop his head, using that, rather than a comb. The water bristled as his hand traveled from the front to the back. His hand ran over the finely trimmed beard of like colored hairs, smoothing them down before repeating the process with his mustache.

Gregor headed down the steps of his manse, a rather large abode that was kept tidy by his staff. He wandered into the kitchen, where upon the table was already set a hot mug of coffee, a plate with toast, eggs, and diced, fried potatoes, and the morning paper laid neatly by its side. No one was seen in the spotless kitchen, just the way he liked it. He enjoyed spending his early morning hours privately, planning out his day’s activities. He perused the articles of interest in the paper as he ate and finished his meal.

He left everything on the table, knowing that when he returned the place would be spotless once again. He headed to the door, where he stopped to put on his black boots, which shined from the fresh polishing administered to it the evening before. He grabbed his leather trench and wrapped himself in it. He reached above and fetched his leather hat, cowboy in nature, and quite fitting for his frame.

He stepped out into the hot Texas sun, and looked in every direction. Not a neighbor in sight for nearly twenty miles in every direction. The ranch was his, passed down and inherited; the sole beneficiary of the large estate. He crossed the small manicured lawn, across the drive, and into the immaculate barn. The horses were in their stalls, lining one wall, the other animals lined up in their cages along the opposite wall. Grabbing a hose he filled the troughs for the horses first, and then dumped the hose into the trough that ran the entire length in front of the cages. He watched as the animals’ head popped out, dipping into the fresh water, their tongues lapping at the clean fresh liquid. Letting the trough fill, he returned to the horses and fed them their oats. Gregor crossed once again, turning off the water supply, and grabbed a large bag of animal feed. Ripping the top from the bag he walked up and down the line generously filling each bowl that set just outside each cage.

Confident everything was set, he ventured to the far side of the barn and exited there, where his private jet was waiting. He met his pilot; “Pussy Goodhead,” was her name. She sat patiently waiting for him to climb aboard, and take his seat. Gregor eyed the naked pilot with appreciation, and asked if everything was ready? She informed him it was, so they took to flight. Gregor kept his eye on Pussy the entire time, watching how she had mastered the art of flying, and was proud to be his personal pilot and flight attendant. Once they were on their way, Gregor asked his pilot, “Why don’t you live up to your name?” At that point, Pussy smiled, set the auto-pilot in gear and left her seat to kneel in front of Gregor. She fished out his cock, swallowed him whole and finger-fucked her pussy, until he dumped his seed into her throat. She cleaned him up, tucked him away, and returned to her seat. Gregor slept the rest of the way.

When they had landed, Gregor stepped from the plane and was escorted by several others to an area not far from where he was. He joined others as the captives were brought forth for display. There were men and women, young and old. Gregor eyed each one as they came across the platform. He had no need for males. He already had plenty of them. They took care of the ranch. Older women … he didn’t need those either; they took care of the manse. He had several young women also, so he wasn’t sure what he was looking for, until the young lass was deposited onto the stage. His steel grey eyes grew wide with interest. Seeing her struggle between the two steel cocks, looking about wildly, seeing all the eyes peer upon her. She was not the prettiest in the bunch, but the youngest, and that thought alone made his cock twitch. Her chestnut hair was matted, knotted, and strewn about. Her eyes, dark blue, had a flash of sparkle, along with caged anger. It was an interesting mix that Gregor found irresistible. He was lucky that others there didn’t seem interested in her; apparently her anorexic appearance was a deterrent.

One hundred pounds was extremely cheap for a piece of fuck meat. As she was hoisted off the stage, Gregor made his way to the seller to pay his price. “Another fine piece to add to your collection,” he smiled, recognizing Gregor from previous auctions. “Will you be bidding on any others? I’ll give you a discount if you do!”

Gregor grinned, knowing he was a shrewd businessman. Gregor settled on acquiring another chamber maid, and found one with humongous tits that nearly dragged across the bottom of the cage. When the bidding was over, and all business was conducted, the chambermaid was loaded into her traveling cage with ease and hoisted onto the flatbed of the truck. When he walked up the young lass, he saw her eyes glance up and take a good look at him. He kicked the cage as hard as he could, rattling the steel, jolting the cocks in her ass and mouth. “Don’t you EVER raise your eyes to me again!”

With the help of the original captors, her collar was held through the cage as the front was opened, giving her the opportunity to breathe through her mouth normally once again. Gregor slipped a pin spiked choker collar onto his arm. He reached into the cage with that arm and grabbed a fistful of her chestnut locks, yanking her head down sharply, her other collar still being held through the cage. He slipped the choker from his arm, over her head and around her neck, making sure she felt the spikes digging into the flesh around her neck when he tugged on the attached leather leash. If she tried anything, she’d definitely get choked and probably end up with puncture wounds on her neck.

He kept his electric cattle prod handy if necessary, pulling his purchase from the cage. He watched her ass squirm free of the cock that was once buried there. Once she was free of the cage, her old collar was removed and she was tugged rather quickly and harshly into her traveling cage, much smaller and very confining, just enough room for her to crouch in a fetal position on her knees. She was hoisted onto the platform truck and they drove the short distance to the plane, passing by villagers for all to see, each one laughing, pointing, calling out obscenities.

The cages were loaded into the back, each leash secured to a bar above. Gregor climbed in and stretched out in the cabin of the plane as Pussy headed the plane back home. During the return flight, Gregor reassured himself that he had chosen his lifestyle very well, and ran his business to perfection. His clients came from just as far as he traveled, to enjoy and partake in his elaborate affairs, galas, and social gatherings. The only thing he was missing was a companion that he could hold on his arm and show off with pride; one that he could show off as being heads and shoulders above the rest, one that he could claim was HIS. He shrugged his shoulders and drifted off to sleep.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Her head was held in place, she eyed the black boots that were partially shined yet held dirt and dust from walking about. From what she could tell he was very clean and kept himself neatly groomed. His black jeans held a crisp crease up the center as well as the backs of his legs, she noticed that when he approached the payment area. The dust whirled about with each step he took toward where she was awaiting him. Her eyes stared at him, trying to get a sense of the persona this man that now owned her had.

His eyes were gray steel in color; she felt arrogance about him, as if he was better than the rest around him. She could tell he was of money and a lot of it. Her head leaned left, the right then back up straight as she maneuvered her open mouth around the girth and length of the faux cock jammed down her throat. If any male would have been watching close enough they would have felt their cock twitch the way she moved her mouth about it, swallowing the length and not gagging. They would have seen how her ass took such a nice long thick cock easily.

He stopped before the cage, she felt him kick it hard, the sound rang within her ears as she felt the steel cocks rammed deeper within her at both ends nearly choking her. The vibration for the cage being kicked was felt with a shiver through her body, her teeth raked along the steel like nails on a chalkboard. 'Don’t you EVER raise your eyes to me again!' she heard him shout as fear set in, she was sold to a monster, another low life wolf in sheep clothing like the rest around her. She growled as she glared at him, a sound a wild animal would make when it was feeling fear and ready to pounce its adversary. He could clearly see her saliva around her soft full white lips, as she wasn't down and out yet, that she still had fight and spunk.

Hearing the door open, she watched around her as she gasped breaths, feeling the steel removed from her mouth. He jaws hurting as they had been in that position for hours. Her heartbeat quickly, the blood pulsed through her veins as she watched the men gather around she feared once again she would be taken by all, used and abused as they seen fit. She backed up, forcing the steel within her ass deeper, causing her to scream out as loud as she could, and possibly causing damage to herself as she felt slickness between her cheeks, blood sweat perhaps both.

As he grabbed her hair within his fist she tugged back, pulling against his hold. Not understanding what was happening, nor did she care. English words no longer flowed from her mouth. The past was just that, the past. Once knowing the best in grammar, refinished and refined now a wild animal caged and rearing to attack if felt the need. He tugged hard yanking her face down against the bottom of the cage, one collar already in place another slipped around her thin neck. If it wouldn’t have been the style that would slip along the collar would have never fit the beastly underfed, under nourished beastly anorexic looking female bitch.

She shook her head as he held it, finally releasing it she reared up like a horse would its head, her hands went for the steel cage door, as she stopped suddenly feeling the spiked dig within her flesh, tearing it as she swallowed hard. Her breaths were heavy, her chest rose and fell fast and hard as her eyes looked wild, that sparkle gone as her anger settled in place. She felt him yank her feeling the pins pressing against her neck, around her throat.

Exiting the cage she looked about, not looking to him but all the rest as comments were made about her. She snarled and growled, as she felt the yanking again, watching them back away as she hissed, then finally came forth and removed the first tattered thick, sweaty leather collar. She pulled back feeling the pins again as she tried to get her within the smaller cage, her asshole shrinking back to normal size as it probably looked like a gaping hole for as many hours as that steel rod was stuck within her puckered hole.

She screamed out feeling a kick to her ribs, not knowing where it came from, forcing her within the cage, she crawled in, curling up in fetal position, closing her eyes as she snarled and growled looking around her through the bars of the smaller cage. Her breathing erratic, as she began to hyperventilate, scaring herself as she watched around her, slowly her eyes closed as she gurgled for breaths, trying to calm herself down.

Slowly she calmed herself feeling the cage being hoisted up, noticing another as well within a cage on the truck, she peered to she then closed her eyes as the trucks engine started and took off down the rough road. She tried to ignore the villagers calling out to them, with slurs and snide comments, as she mustered up enough spit to spit out at them, over and over as spat trying to hit anyone she could.

Pain went through her body, as she curled up maneuvering about the cage, being on her knees for hours they were sore and bruised with slight slits with fresh and old dried blood. She had wished the bright light in the sky wasn't the sun, she'd wished it was that light you see as you cross over. Her eyes closed as she passed out, knowing it was from pain, hunger and tiredness.

Feeling the cage being hoisted up again, and basically dropped upon a steel surface she didn't budge. She felt the collar pins press within her neck slightly as she heard the chain getting wrapped about the bars of the cage. There was no reason to more; she knew her fate was sealed at that moment. She could only hope that he would seal her coffin, that last nail driven in hard to release her from this life, a life that she wasn't meant for.

In her mind she seen him again, he was tall she guessed easily over six foot. His hair was short and well groomed like his mustache. He was dressed in black looking like Satan himself taking her off to her own private Hell. She pressed her knees to her chest not paying mind to the pain she felt with each breath. Each breath hurt more than the one before, again she fell to sleep. She heard a female voice calling out, "Hey you...hey you dirty bitch!" Turning her head she looked to the other cage and growled as the woman had her nipples in her mouth suckling them one after another. Her fingers upon on hand were ramming into her nasty snatch as she grinned a toothless grin.

The girl that no longer remembered her name closed her eyes and ignored the dirty skank. She felt the plane taking off, then hours later, landing. The landing gear dropped under them, as her small five, five body was jutted about back and forth between the bars. She shivered, feeling sickness run its course throughout her small boney frame, as the plane finally came to a halt. The other woman glared at her through the bars, waggling her tongue at her in a perverse way as she grinned. The girl lifted herself to her knees and got up a good bit of spit and spat across the feet between them hitting the dirty skank , as she watched it land upon her breasts splattering out. The young girl smiled feeling proud then watched as the plane opened and the sunlight shone within the crack of the door as it widened.

Girl closed her eyes immediately, as the bright light hurts them almost instantly, yet the heat felt good, almost healing. She watched about as there was a heavy tarp tossed over her cage yet the collar and chain still remained tight. The cage was jutted about lifted again then dropped hard again on what she guessed was a platform. She heard the other dropped as well causing her cage to jump about upon the platform again as she felt the bars bang against her body bruised body. The nameless girl just curled back up, hearing the voices about her closing them out not caring what was happening. Closing her eyes she tried to cry salty tears of sorrow but nothing came to the corners of her eyes, no tears welled up any longer she had cried the last few so long back.

Her body heated up, sweat caused it to glisten through the holes of the ripped tarp, and her body was drenched with wetness as she closed her eyes and blackout again….

 

[SparkyMan]

The plane ride was uneventful; a calm, smooth ride as Gregor slept most of the way. His eyes continually glanced towards Pussy, manning the controls with expert ease. He could see her naked breasts jutting out, begging for attention, her nipples almost touching the steering handle of the plane. He recalled acquiring her, breaking her down, and building her back up to who she was today. She had originally come from a well off family from far away, but now had absolutely no recollection of that, or her past, prior to meeting him. She knew her job and she did it with perfection. That made Gregor happy, and thus made life good for her.

He glanced back towards the two cages, back where the storage was located. He thought about his new acquisitions. The toothless, huge-titted woman would make a good chambermaid. She would also fetch a good price for his guests that enjoyed a good “gum-job” he surmised. He figured, she’d been broken pretty well, to already have her teeth be missing. However, she too needed to conform to HIS ways, and he was sure he’d have to establish his control over her also.

Gregor then began thinking about the new one, the one that seemed to be filled with spitfire. “Spunky,” he mumbled to himself. Yes she was definitely spunky. For some reason, and he couldn’t quite once again, put his finger on it, he felt something different about this one. There was a certain ‘attraction’ that seemed to overtake him as he thought about her. Gregor blinked, realizing he needed to be careful, his emotions and feelings could possibly be a problem. However, given her young age, he had made up his mind that she was going to be his ‘pet project.’ She was going to be the one he stripped down and rebuilt. She would be the one he would work with every day to make her what HE wanted her to be. She would be his prize, his trophy, his to display for all others to see, as HIS. She would know no other life, than life with him. She would be as Pussy was, happy and thankful for Gregor being pleased.

Gregor snapped out of his trance as the plane landed back at the ranch. The bright sunlight from the day was shining down upon the tarmac as they exited. He could feel the heat as he opened the rear hatch, brightly lighting the dark interior. Grabbing two tarps, he covered both cages, enclosing them in blackness once again. He, along with one of his attendants at the ranch dragged the two cages from the cargo hold and dropped them onto the cart. From there, the cart was wheeled to a nearby slab of poured concrete, in the middle of which stood a flagless steel pole. A rope dangled from the pulley welded to the top.

Gregor unfastened the rope, taking one end to the big-titted woman’s cage. Lifting the tarp, just a bit, he secured the rope to her leash, and then opened the cage. With practiced ease, Gregor stepped back, the other end of rope, held taut in his grip. He pulled the woman from her cage without incident, the tethered leash, dragging her to the pole, standing her upright on her weary legs. He tied the free end off on a steel loop buried in the cement. Over the next hour or so, he bathed her and cleaned her till she was respectable, scrubbing every bit of flesh clean. She offered him no resistance, politely thanking him for doing so. When he was finished with her, he led her to the barn by her leash, leading her past the other cages. As he did so, the animals began to howl, their cocks growing hard at the sight of the naked woman before them. Their tongues were dragging, eyes wide with hunger and lust. Gregor knew what his male slaves were thinking at that moment. It was the same thing he was thinking! But that would have to wait. He still had another to clean up and introduce to the family.

Gregor placed the woman in her spacious cage, watching as she roamed about, taking everything in hearing the yips and howls from the nearby dogs. Gregor returned to the outside, the heat almost unbearable at this point, especially for him, dressed like he was. He removed his hat and wiped the sweat from his head onto his sleeve before returning the hat to its original place. He returned to the pole and then to the second cage, wondering if the girl would be as cooperative as the woman was. He shook his head, knowing he’d better not take any chances. As he had done with the other, he raised the tarp just a bit, finding her covered in dripping sweat, apparently sleeping within the confines of the cage. He carefully tied the rope to her leash and then opened the door, stepping quickly out of the way. Pulling the other end of the rope, he took up the slack, making it just taut enough, gently tugging her from the tiny cage.

Nudged awake, presumably if not by the light entering the cage, or the door opening, at least by the spikes pressing into the soft flesh of her neck, she crawled out into the open. More slack was pulled, leading her in only one direction, despite her efforts to go elsewhere. Every move she made closer to the pole was followed by more slack taken out of the rope. Eventually she had crawled her way to the pole, her head held high, her collar tight, pulling her up. Gregor knew he had to take the collar off, for now; otherwise, she’d kill herself, letting the spikes dig in to her throat if her knees collapsed.

He sent his assistant into the barn to fetch him some wrist restraints. As he left, Gregor tied off the rope once again and neared the wild eyed feline, allowing her the opportunity to look at him now. “Look!” He commanded to her, trying to get her to calm down. Once again, he could see the deep blue eyes. “I want to take that collar off, but you have to calm down.” He didn’t want her lunging at him, the choker drawing blood.

As with any wild animal, he took careful, calculated steps towards her, letting her know he was there to help her, not hurt her, if she would allow him. “It’s gonna be okay,” he lied, knowing there was much more to come. “I’m gonna help you.”

He was within reach, gauging her reaction when his assistant tossed him two restraints dangling from an attached silver chain.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

She felt the cage jutted about as it was placed upon the cart with the other, the girl glared at the older woman that tried to get her arm through the cage into hers. The younger female just laid there with her eyes closed awaiting the moan to make her way into her smaller space. She felt a small bit of her hair being yanked through the bars of the small cage as she turned her head snapping it as she pulled her greasy strands out of the woman’s grasp and bit her fingers hard. She held them in her mouth and bit down as hard as she could coating them with her warm saliva, leaving blood, teeth marks and broken flesh behind as a reminder to not fuck with her.

The weathered hand pulled back, as the woman called her names yelling at her through the tarp over the cage. Girl snickered and felt proud of herself, she knew she taught the bitch not to mess with her, just to leave her be. The cart stopped, she heard the rattling of the old woman's cage, feeling the cart shift in weight and almost seems to bounce upon its tires. She sighed softly and closed her eyes again, closing out the world around her once again.

Girl felt her cage move, teetering back and forth, left and right. At that point she knew she was being moved in the air and just laid there curled up in a ball, as if she were back in her mother's womb. As the cage was dropped down, she was able to see under the tarp as the air lifted it quickly. She seen the slab it was placed upon. All she could think about was she was at another auction place, hearing the water from before, hearing the male voices around her. She pulled her knees tightly to her chest and laid there eyes closed wishing she were dead.

Trying to think what her name was, where she was from, what was her life before all of this hell. How old was she, nothing came to mind, not one thing could girl remember. A silent tear formed within the corner of her one eye as she tightly closed them. 'Cry damn it cry!’ she shouted in her head but nothing. Maybe her existence wasn't of any importance to anyone, was she missed? Was she married? Did she have children? No answers came to her, not one. The sun beat down upon the tarp, the cage heated up quickly as she felt like she was baking upon the steel bottom under her tiny fragile naked form. A puddle formed under her, she had begun to sweat more than before. She could feel her body wasting away as she was quickly dehydrating.

Aware of her surroundings she watched the tarps corner lift up slightly, feeling eyes upon her. Letting her close fully yet ready to jump she heard the jingle jangle of her leash clanging slightly upon the steel of the cage. The rope was thick, and a bit worn, as she peeked again watching it slightly move. Girl snickered to herself and waited what was next to come. Sighing softly she watched as the tarp slowly lifted off the cage, the sun brightly shone upon her flesh, adding to the warmth her body already felt. Her head turned toward the opening door as she heard it creak. The rusty hinges sounded as she felt the tugging, nudging her awake and aware as to her new surroundings.

She laid there for a few moments feeling the spikes dig into her neck, her body cramping as her collar slipped tighter around her neck. Finally she gave in, crawling out along the cement following the lead with her leash. Her legs cramped up, as well as her back as she moved. Every muscle ached within her tiny frame. The girl no longer felt up to fighting, her head hung low, her hair drug along the cement, her knees trailed blood as she scraped them hard dragging her self along.

Finally she raised her head as she seen the pole, raising it high as she looked at it from top to bottom, the sun causing her to blink as her eyes finally grew used to the brightness as it blinded things before her. The air was moist as she watched the sweat beads drop from her forehead, feeling them running down her face, dropping from her chin. Her eyes followed the leash, the rope attached to it until she saw the pulley, then followed it from there till her eyes met large tan, muscular hands.

Her head stayed up, as she felt a surge of adrenaline run through her veins, her blood pumping as her heat raced. Strength came from out of nowhere, as she pressed the cement with her hands pushing her upper body upwards, as she sat erect. The girl felt the collar tighten around her throat as she watched men around her whispering, starring, and barking out orders to this one and that one. She ached again, her body throbbed with pain, but she wouldn’t allow it to show to anyone no more. Her back curved as her spine was perfectly up and down like a poised female. Reaching up she pushed the matted hair from her blue eyes and darted around. Her rounded breasts were firm, with pink perky nipples. The contour of her body one could tell was almost perfect at one time not so long ago. He face held small chine doll features, her cheek bones were high as her eyes were big with long black curved thick lashes.

Her long once curly luxurious professionally groomed hair was like a wild mane of a lion. Her eyes wide, she was aware but they held no sparkle anymore, the once prim and proper female now gone, gone away deep within perhaps never to return. She heard a deep commanding voice, that same voice that told her never to look at him again. Her head turned as she looked directly into his eyes, her lips curled up slowly at the ends as she listened to what he had to say.

One thing the girl knew was a liar, and she knew he was lying like a Persian rug. Her eyes drilled a hole through him, then her head turned and she sat upon her broken open bloody bleeding knees like a proud lioness. Her back hurt to keep it straight, her ribs sore from the kick earlier that morning but she never winced once. No longer did the girl trust a soul; no longer did she rely on anyone but herself and her own inner feelings and instincts.

Her thin pale hands sat upon her upper thighs, her nails were long chipped at the ends and dirty underneath, yet with her appearance as it was she didn’t show once ounce of anything but her pride. From the corner of her eye she saw his hands move; she felt his breaths upon the side of her face. She knew he thought she’d react in a different way, but she had no need to at this point, she knew how to play the game and the game was now set and ready to play. Each piece precisely placed upon the board, he made the first move and it was hers now, and she called it calmly.

There was no desire to look within his eyes and see his lies, hear his lies, she knew she was a piece of meat and given the chance she’d make sure he’d eventually be done with her. Her eyes glanced to the rope as she felt the collar spikes pressing within her neck as the collar didn’t slide easily to loosen if the slack was given. She breathed softly, trying to keep herself calm, for inside she felt turmoil, if there had been anything in her stomach she would have threw it up, as the nerves jumbled within her. She told herself ‘don’t show fear, don’t show fear…” over and over again.

She waited there every bit of her trying to remain calm, it would have been easy for her to turn her head and spit in his face, if she had the saliva to do so. Her body was stricken with illness but to not show it would be best she thought, let him think your healthy, trick them and maybe you won’t make it through the night, and if so maybe the next would be the lucky day.

Never a word spoken…only her glistening body language told it all, she looked like a rough cut diamond poised there even under all that dirt and grime, there was something..if anyone dared to look and find it… If the girl ever allowed anyone to get that close….

 

[SparkyMan]

With trepidation and careful ease Gregor inched closer and closer to the wild eyed vixen, he had yet to name. She sat up on her haunces like she was ready to pounce, yet the spiked noose on her neck, kept her from doing any real harm. She had quieted. Her breathing heavy as she tried to gasp for air in the thick heat. If he were to make a move, now would be the perfect time.

With the restraints in hand he quickly grabbed one wrist, latched the steel cuff around it, and quickly did the same to the other. By the time she realized what had happened, the cuffs were in place, the chain link already pulling her wrists together. With renewed energy once again, she tried lunging after him, but quickly became subdued when the choker pinched her again, this time drawing a small trickle of blood.

Gregor knew she was weak and wouldn't be able to move much if she were set free. She had been cramped in a ball for hours, and in the other cage before that, and who knows how long before that even. He was sure the muscles in her legs would not carry her far.

He handed the rope to his assistant, keeping the chain taut , her wrists together. The assistant lowered the rope uponhis command, letting the slack come down, the rope within his grasp. He pulled the rope and leash toward him, untying the leash from the rope, freeing the tension on her neck. He immediately tied the rope around a loop in the chain and fetched the free end of the rope from his assistant, once again, pulling up all the slack. "There! No more choking collars. See? I kept my promise."

Slowly he pulled on the rope, raising the frail girls hands above her head. Now for the first time, he could see her firm ripe breasts fully before his eyes. She wasn't overly huge, though she wasn't small either. A nice B-cup, he surmised, looking how the nipples seemed flat within the pink circles that surrounded them. He would make sure they were perky at all times, soon enough.

Her head was lowered, whether in shame or defeat, it didn't matter. It was a position, she would grow accustomed to assuming, a position, she would love and beg to assume. Little by little Gregor tugged on the rope, stretching her arms, painfully so, until she had no other option , but to kneel upright, her ass off the ground, back straight. Here, Gregor had a clear view of the dark curls that adorned her crotch, now a matted mess, but once, the appearance of a neatly trimmed fur in the shape of a 'V'. That too would be gone he determined, not liking body hair at all on his women.

Gregor continued pulling, stretching her arms even further yet, giving her no choice but to straighten her legs for the first time in who knows how long, to stand upright, like a real human being, despite being naked, cuffed and hoisted next to a flag pole. Eventually Gregor had the new girl standing on her feet, arms raised well above her head, her back to the pole. Her eyes were closed, the bright sunlight blinding to even Gregor.

Gregor tied off the end of the rope, and made his way to the machine located at the edge of the platform. He primed the engine, and then pulled the cord, starting up the loud whirring sound of the engine. He grabbed the hose attachment and put the soft spray nozzle on the pressure washer. "Let's get you cleaned up," he announced, just before pulling the trigger, dousing the girl in the soapy water combination he fed into the sprayer.

He watched as she jumped and jerked violently from the water as it jetted onto her skin. Millions of tiny needles stung her as the powerful spray drove the water into her pores, forcing the caked in dirt, grime, sludge, and who knows what else to flow out like lava running down a moutainside. He started at her head, the hair all dirty and grimy as she thrashed about under the unrelenting spray.

"Hold still," he yelled. "It'll be done quicker," he tried reasoning with her to no avail. Little by little, Gregor began to see a bright, clean, fresh pink color appear from beneath the layers of filth coating her body. He worked his way around her, and down her. Her back and chest, were clean, the water's stinging rays, finally bringing some life to her nipples as they stood erect from the blood rushing to the surface. Again he circled, spraying down her ass, bringing the nozzle close between her clenched cheeks, cleaning the soils from deep in the valley. He persisted on her backside, until she could fight no longer, her muscles loosening up, accepting the stinging blows to her reddened ass. Back to the front, Gregor worked, spraying over the hairy mound, watching her buck and thrash with renewed energy, only to be left drained again, struggling against the binds that held her upright. He finished washing the remaining traces from her shapely thighs and calves, down to her feet and toes.

Gregor looked at the beauty bfore him, now even more pleased with his new acquisition, more determined to focus his attention and energies upon her. He cleaned off the platform with the pressure hose, leaving the new one to calm down. He shut off the machine and disconnected the hose. He walked calmly up to the bound lass and turned the valve back on. He looped the hose through the chain overhead, letting it rain down on her head, rinsing her body of any of the soap left behind. Standing in front of her, the water running down over her face, he tilted her chin up. Up towards the water, he directed her, "Go ahead, drink."

 

[Sinful_whispers]

She snickered to herself within, as she watched from the corner of her eye, looking to him, watching how he was careful to approach her. Girl knew she could easily lunge at him, and rake his face with her claws, she knew that was one possibility, and another was to press off the cement with her knees, jumping to her feet and hanging herself with the spikes. She knew she could thrash about to where nobody would be able to grasp her and the obvious would take place. She knew thought within, she was a fighter, she was a survivor but in the back of her mind she wondered if she wanted to survive. As her mind wondered she had allowed him to quickly catch her off guard. Before she knew it she felt cold steel around her thin wrists, and the chain pulling them together.

A sudden surge of energy ran through her thin wiry form, Girl lunged at him, with fire in her eyes of blue. She was like a lioness pouncing either to save her young or to kill her prey. In this situation, anyone would have gone for the second, to kill her prey. Girl felt the choker spikes pressing within her neck, this time breaking the flesh as she gasped a breath feeling her body pulled back, as droplets of blood trickled from each of the puncture wounds. Not by large amounts, just enough to show they broke her flesh. She curled up letting the choker clench about her throat, her eyes closed for a few moments, then her body slowly moved back towards the pole once again, releasing a bit of tension from the collar.

Girl showed the signs of weakness, hunger and sickness; she was at the point where she could no longer hide it from him or anyone else. Every bit of her inner being was aching in pain; she whimpered softly dropping her head as her eyes closed. The sweat was dropping from her body upon the cement, though nobody would notice as the cement was already wet from the beastly woman before her. She pushed herself back up slowly, feeling the restrains around her wrists slip about from the thinness and the sweat of her wrists. The chains jingled as she placed her hands back upon her upper thighs, palms up showing her cuts, and blisters from being under nourished and from the gripping of the bars from previous cages she was placed within. her muscles ached with pain and cramped up like Charlie horses as she breathed erratically, feeling the pain of her young worn weary body.

She felt the rope lightly pulling the leash which in turn pulled the collar slightly as it went from hand to hand. She knelt there poised once again letting everything happen about her. She watched the rope being untied from her leash, feeling the slack of the cuffs take hold, and didn't bother to fight it any longer, letting him prove himself, see if he held to his word. Even if she did she wouldn't have trusted him anyways. Girl heard his voice hearing him speak to her as she held her head straight up now, her eyes directly ahead as he shouted out to her, 'There! No more choking collars. See? I kept my promise.' She acted as if she didn't hear him, even though her eyes blinked as he spoke showing she did.

The muscles in her shoulders, back and neck ached; she lowered her head as he most likely assumed she was giving in, throwing in the proverbial towel to him, waving the white flag. Her wrists were slowly pulled up above her head, she felt her back go straight, her breasts pushed forth for all around to gawk and stare at her rounded firm melons. Her nipples almost blended in with the pinkish circled flesh around them, she showed no excitement within her body at all, like the skank before her that would have fucked anything shoved in her pussy. Her knees bled, small pools of dark crimson began to puddle under them, she was truly a mess as she held that kneeling position with her head down. Girl could feel him looking over her, eyeing each bit of her dirty naked flesh, like the rest of the men around her. She was the prey, and they were the vultures circling her getting ready for the kill.

Finally another sound came from the 'mute' girl as she cried out feeling her wrists stretched up high, lifting her perfectly straight, and a position that was causing her body to ache more than ever since released from the cage. Her muscles were far from being used to being stretched fully, as she lifted her head tossing it back and letting out a shrill. Lifting her head she saw him, he was looking between her thighs, he was eyeing her pussy, as she glared to him, he was a wolf, and she was the lamb.

He pulled her upwards, making her stand for the first time since she couldn't remember. She cried out in pain as her body had been caged in cages too small even for her small body, cages that were for animals, and that’s what they made her into, a caged wild animal. Girl leaned against the hot pole now behind her as she turned for all to look at her like a freak on display once again. She let her head lean back against the pole as she swayed a bit from side to side. Her eyes were opened enough watching him look her over from head to toe, finally able to see what he'd bought with his money, seeing if she was worth the small bit he paid. Her eyes closed as the sun blinded her, she didn't care what was about to happen, she’d been through it all before.

The machine started making all sort of loud sounds as she pressed her arms against her ears to cause the noise to be not as loud. Girl prepared herself to be blown away by the force of the water coming from the hose; she had that happen a few times before. One more time of feeling like her flesh was being peeled from her body by freezing cold water might make her feel better she didn't care either way. 'Let's get you cleaned up' she heard him say not responding as she felt her muscles stretched. She stood there poised against the pole, waiting for the blast of freezing cold water, in her mind she mentally prepared for it.

The blast was felt; she twisted and turned trying to pull against the holds of the cuffs, her hands pulling at the restrains as she let out a silent scream, her mouth opening yet nothing coming out. Her body in shock as the water felt as if it were small sharper picks against her flesh like a tattooing gun jutting the needle tips in and out. She would have had to lie if he asked her if it felt good, in a sick way it had, she knew her body was being cleansed of everything that had built up upon her once pristine smooth ivory colored flesh. Bits of white flesh began to show as the water rinsed away the grunge and grim, almost able to tell her heritage was that of German perhaps mixed with Irish as she had a few freckles here and there upon her thin body. He yelled to her but she was unable to make out what he was saying over the sound of the pressure washer and the water hitting her body with such force.

Girl's flesh was turning a light pink from the stinging of the water, or either the baking under the hot sun as it engulfed her pale flesh through the dirt. The water drawing the sun more, she could feel the heat upon her bare flesh as she stood there, arms raised in the air against the pole. Her nipples rose to the occasion, growing erect as the cold water landed upon them. He added to her bodies’ pain, she knew he was doing it to cleanse her, she didn't hold that against him, what she did hold against him was the way he was going about it. it was those like him that caused him to turn wild, to be the animals she had changed into, and was treated like. Girl felt him running the water along her neck, circling her as he walked around her slowly cleaning her flesh inch by inch as the spray picked at her like sharp pokes. He ran it between her firm rounded cheeks, she knew he was teasing her as she struggled to move twisting and turning as her muscles grew used to the stretching feeling.

She finally gave in, dropping her head, clenching her teeth as she felt the pressure of the water stinging against her flesh. The sooner it was done, the sooner the pain would stop. Girl finally used her common sense and stood there leaning a bit forth letting him get her whole backside.

The water was felt between her thighs, as she once again fought back, squirming as she yanked at the binds, feeling him teasing her with the nozzle, he knew what he was doing, she wasn't stupid, she was nothing but a sexual toy to him, he was having fun watching her naked form squirm before him as he sprayed her thighs open washing the nappy bush between her legs. She felt him move the flow down around her thighs, her knees, to her feet cleaning her completely off, as she gave up the fight again, her lungs and wrists hurting from her struggling. He cleansed the cement platform she was standing upon, and then shut the machine off.

Girl lifted her head and blinked feeling a bit of soap run within her eyes and burn, as she shook her head. The thickness of her ratted tress was like a rope as she felt it sting her body when her head moved from side to side. She dropped her head forth awaiting the soap to diminish within her eyes then opened them looking to herself, able to see a cleansed body, able to see the pink flesh that was no longer caked with grit, dirt and grime from cage after cage or dirt floors she was tossed upon and fucked like a whore as men took turns upon her restrained body. Using each and every hole possible, making her smell their stench, their sweat as they rammed her face to their crotches. The thoughts turned her stomach; she could smell them again, even thought they were no where around.

She looked from under the dangling matted hair that hung down over her eyes, she saw his boots headed towards her, as she left her head lowered, she felt a gush of water rush over her body, this time it wasn't like before, this time it felt as if she were standing under a waterfall and the water was cascading over her. Girl groaned softly letting the sound linger from her lips, this time it wasn't a bad groan but almost as if it were a groan of relief. She didn't move she had no reason to struggle as it honestly felt good upon her whole being.

She felt her head lifted, he was taking a chance at placing his fingers where her mouth could easily grasp a hold and bite them, bite them completely off as if they were chicken upon a stick. She didn't thought she left him hold her chin upwards as it saved her the trouble of doing so. She made eye contact with him, as she looked within his eyes of color with her blue orbs. She felt the water wash her hair from her eyes so she could look directly at him. She waited for his voice to rise, she waited for him to call her names and scream in her face about looking directly at him as she did that very first time. His lips parted and she prepared herself to be screamed at by the monster, she knew she could bite at him, kick him or even spat in his face, mentally once again preparing to battle even if she needed to go deeply within to find that bit of fight, she got ready...and to her surprise he had told her something she wasn’t prepared for that caused her guard to drop a slight bit.

'Go ahead, drink' he said, she looked to him funny, not sure that's what he said or not as she licked her lips. Did she dare drink from the clean cool water that ran over her face? Was it a trick? Was the girl hearing things? She took the chance and opened her mouth and left it full swallowing mouthful after mouthful of cool water. Girl was prepared to take a punishment for a drink of water; she was prepared for anything at this point. What could he possibly do to her that wasn’t already done she thought to her self. She drank quickly feeling her empty stomach fill with cold water.

 

[SparkyMan]

Gregor had let her drink, knowing the poor lass was probably getting close to being dehydrated. Anything other than water would have probably hurt her cramping her stomach terribly so. He watched as she eagerly drank down mouthful after mouthful of water, watching her neck muscles swallow the life-preserving liquid. With her neck stretched up like it was, and now finally clean of the grime covering her body, Gregor was finally able to see something unique upon her neck. There in the small hollow of her neck, contrasting to the smooth pink flesh, was a dark spot of rough looking, darker colored skin. It was just as smooth as the rest of her, but the noticeable birthmark, stood out visible for Gregor to notice. It was a small diamond, not the traditional four sides, but more like the kind one would see in rings, a pointed bottom and a smooth cut top. The off brown, reddish color made it quite noticeable.

It made him wonder, but he paid it no further mention, watching her drink, her clean body on display as the water she couldn’t drink rinsed in rivulets down her thin frame. Gregor took mental notes appraising his treasure, feeling a slight twitch in his loins. He smirked, wondering how he would relieve that twitch, whether it be with one of his two new acquisitions, or one of his many other pets he maintained. Her breasts were not as big as he’d like them to be; implants would take care of that. Her matted pussy hair would need to be shaven clean, bald, and smooth, along with the patch that had been allowed to grow under her armpits. She was frail, too thin for her own good. She needed fattening up, finding the appropriate food would be a necessity. Her toenails needed trimming, and her fingernails were all cracked and chipped. Other than that she seemed to be in fairly good shape. It appeared she had all her teeth, though he had no reservations about changing that if necessary.

Looking at her hair though, made his stomach feel uneasy, Despite the pressure wash bathing, her hair remained a matted, tangled, strewn mess. It was absolutely horrible. Gregor walked back into the barn, leaving the girl out there as she continued to drink, under the watchful eye of his assistant.

In the barn he walked past the cages and horse once more, to the front where, near the front entrance was some shelving that contained various tools and gear of his. He rummaged through the mess until he found what he was looking for. He flicked the knob on the side, to make sure it still worked; the “buzzing’ sound confirmed it did.

As he turned and walked back out the dogs in their cages backed up, and the horses in their stalls also backed up, fearing that his find would be used on them. Gregor noted the animals’ behavior and nodded to himself, ‘good; they should be in fear!’

He made his way back to the concrete slab, back to where it appeared the girl, had enough to drink, her head forward, the water pouring down over her head. He made eye contact with the assistant who grabbed the knotted rope, keeping the tension tight as Gregor shut off the water.

“We still gotta clean you up some. There’s just no fixing this mess right now.” That said, he flicked the knob once more, the buzzing sound filling the thick humid air. Standing behind her, he grabbed a fist full of hair and lifted it straight up. With the other hand, he ran the sheep shears along her scalp, cutting the long tresses from her head. It wasn’t easy, for the girl found energy and strength, wailing out and thrashing about once she realized what was happening. However, the assistant had tugged more so on the rope, pulling her to her toes. Gregor’s grip, along with that pain was too much for her as he sliced another path over her scalp, tossing the long threads into a pile nearby. Strip by strip, handful by handful of hair was sheared from the girls head and tossed to the pile.

The fight she had seemed to be gone once more, so Gregor took the advantage to run the shears through her armpits and over her pussy. A razor wouldn’t be trusted till much later. He took the clean water hose and rinsed off his new acquisition once more, ridding her of all the loose hairs that clung to her. Her head now sported a cruel military looking style cut, similar to that of a new male recruit. The hair would grow back soon enough he knew. The pussy and armpits would be permanently bared.

After cleaning the deck once more, Gregor surveyed his prized piece. She was definitely going to require a lot of work, he thought to himself!

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Girl swallowed the water greedily, as if it was her last drink before placed before the firing squad. She couldn't remember when she had a drink of clean cold water or bite of food last. Her head was leaning back, her blue eyes closed as she swallowed gulp after gulp, what she didn't get in her mouth ran over her thin body. The sun was hot as it beat down upon her; she felt the coolness against her flesh bringing her relief not only outside her body but within as well. Girl could have easily made an advance towards him in a not so good way, yet she felt no need to at that point he was being kind enough to offer her the water, to allow her to drink till she had her fill. Closing her mouth she ran her head under the water while he held it there feeling it cooling her off even more. Girl took another couple mouth full and that was it, she felt her stomach ready to burst from stretching what had shrunk so small over the past weeks.

She saw him walk away, another now held the water over her she moved a bit to her right and playfully stepped toward him as if she were going to rush him. She watched him step back quickly as she sheepishly grinned and accepted more water from the hose above, lapping at it as well as drinking it, as the rest ran down her once again. She laughed within at the way he quickly stepped from her, as she watched from the corner of her eye the man dressed in black walking away. His, what seemed to be assistance yelled to her, "Better watch it bitch, you don't wanna' fucking mess with me. Understand Bitch?" Once again she side stepped quickly and opened her mouth giving a growl as if she were going to bit him, he stepped back then came forth quickly as she felt a slap to her face by the back of his hand that nearly knocked her sideways.

He had caught the corner of her mouth, where she tasted a trickle of blood as she slipped her tongue out as licked the area then laughed almost evilly as she teased him. He used the hose and whipped it against her face again as she felt the rubbed whip across her flesh, adding to the pain from his backhand. He head went back and hit the pole with a loud 'Thunk' kind of sound, then her head dropped forth. Blood trickled from her mouth, she felt the cold water wash it away, as she looked down seeing the small amount of blood diluted y the water. Her matted long hair hung about her face in a look of knotted dread lock meshed with spider webs. Girl lifted her head and glared at the other man left in charge as she breathed heavily, her eyes held a hateful looking within them as the saliva ran from the corners of her mouth.

Everything washed away by the water which formed a puddle at her feet. He stepped toward her again and moved the hose so it ran down her head again. "I told you bitch not to fuck with me!" he grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head back and to the side as he looked into her eyes with a look that could kill as she snarled. "You don't know the damage I could do to you whore, that's all you are and that's all you will ever be. You will die here as a no body a nothing, used and abused till you either kill yourself or another kills you. This is the end of the line for you, remember that!" He pushed her head the other way, as she felt it hit the pole once again with the same sound, causing her to lose herself for a few moments. Girl shook her head, not saying a word, not remembering when she last spoke. Perhaps she was mute, she had no clue, nor did she care to. She heard his warning, and took it all in, and actually believed him. He was probably the only one around the place that would tell her the truth, as horrible as it was least he spoke it.

Girl stood there under the water letting it flow and splatter upon her from above. She regulated her breathing so she looked as if she was hardly taking a breath. It made it easier upon her ribs, she glanced down and looked upon her, bruised at various places some brown and yellow were showing their age, others black, blue and bright purple showing how recent they were placed. Girl noticed the cut and scrapes upon her tender flesh, she sighed softly and tried to remember what she once was yet nothing but a blank came to mind. Lifting her head again she took a few more gulps of water feeling her stomach fill out even more. Her bladder was full, and needed to release.

She stood there upon the cement, leaving her bladder release and peed. A golden light yellow melded with the clear cold water at her feet. Girl didn't care she was so used to going to the bathroom in a cage; the stench was something that one eventually got used to. Even wild animals were able to move away or cover they fecal matter, those like her were not that lucky. Once her bladder was released she drank more, lifting her head back, as she drank more, until she seen a shadow cover her blocking out the sun from her body, as well as her eyes.

Her head leaned back against the pole once more, as the water washed away the urine as she felt the water wash away the bit upon her feet as well. Part of her felt refreshed yet still ached inside as well as out. She knew he was now standing aside her, the man in black. Girl felt his eyes all over her as she opened hers now that he'd blocked the sunlight from them. The water now gone and the tension once again upon the thick rope that held her in place. She said nothing as she heard him step in the puddle of water that was running over the edges of the cement platform.

'We still gotta clean you up some. There’s just no fixing this mess right now.' He said to her as she heard the toying of the shears as he approached her. She felt his large hand grasp a hold of her matted hair and pull her head back along side the pole as it was pushed against the side of her face in an awkward position. He maneuvered her head about as he held the rats nest straight up upon her head, the buzzing sound within her ear as she felt the pulling upon her wrists as he yanked the rope tighter, she knew it was for spite. The clippers began to sheer away her hair as she could feel the tension of his hold lesson as she grew feisty once again. Her body stepped from side to side as he clipped away buzzing her long 'dread locks' as she growled out pulling hard at the restraints. Girl added tension to his hold upon her hair as she fought him.

He held her at her tip toes and the front balls of her feet almost dangling her freely in the air as she felt the clippers run along her head, she cried out yet no sound came from her throat and emitted out her mouth. Her lips chapped and cracked as she opened her mouth wide. He continued, as she felt him along her scalp, calming down she knew that if she didn't fight it would be over soon, as well as the heaviness would be gone from the weight of the dirt, grim and knotted mess.

Once done with her head she felt him along her arm pits, and between her thighs shaving ever bit he could get yet still leaving a small bit in each part that the clippers were not able to get. She couldn't admit it, or she didn't want to but she was relieved he'd sheered her down. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the pile of her long lock laying there, realizing how it must have looked upon her head yet didn't care. The clippers stopped, the buzzing sound, the feeling of them along her flesh was over, nothing more to sheer from her, like her dignity it was all gone. The rest of her would need to be shaved with a razor up close and personal. He stood there looking her over as she was raised upon her toes; feeling like a shark caught and held up for pictures, placed on display.

He nodded to his assistant as he tied off the rope, then came forth and handed the man something. Girl soon realized it was a spreader bar for her feet. She felt the clamps around her ankles, unable to pull her feet apart as the assistant held her ankles, both men fighting against her to tighten them around her fragile ankles. She kicked and fought till there was no more fight within her. She waited for the assistant to smack her face again or beat her and it didn’t happen. Girl gave up the fight as she felt the clamps about her ankles, no longer able to move her feet they bound her tightly. The rope was then left down, her arms felt before her feeling as if she could scrap her knuckles along the cement, being pulled up above her for so long. Quickly hands came about her before she knew was happening, a belt secured her wrists to her body tightly as it was buckled against the small of her back.

“She’s all yours Doc, take her now and make sure she treated if she’s sick. I have calls to make. I’ll check back in a little while.” She heard the man say to the one who threatened her. Girl swallowed hard now, she knew she’d be in the hands of the man she taunted. “See you Doc, in a bit then maybe we can grab a bite to eat once this is all over.” With those words said she watched him go, leaving her with him …alone. Girl felt herself tossed like a bag of rice over his shoulder as she dropped her on the back of a cart, she bit his back hard as he smacked her again, this time causing her to black out.

As she woke, she realized she was now fully immobile and lying upon a dirty leather covered table. Her mouth was ball gagged as she bit hard down upon the rubber ball. Girl had a strap upon her forehead, one across her chin as well as upper chest. She had others over her lower stomach, around her parted things as well as ankles. She was placed with her feet wide apart and heels in stirrups. Girl tried to struggle as she looked left and right seeing nobody, seeing only that she was inside an office with the smell of hay, and musk. A door suddenly flew opened as her heart was racing in her chest; she tried to struggle as she smelt the scent of cigars and whiskey close by. Closing her eyes for a brief minute, once opening there he was leaning over her. “I told you, you didn’t know who I was bitch. Now, look at the little whore on MY table spread open wide like a gift to me, strapped in and can’t move as I the doctor can do anything I want to her fucking body.” He laughed loud and evilly in her face as he moved from her sight.

Suddenly there was a cold feeling between her thighs, a slick greasy feeling as she felt pressure within her pussy. She was able to see his head; she clenched her muscles tightly, as she tried to maneuver about on the table with no avail. He left it within her opened wide spread fully as her cervix was able to be seen. He walked around to the side of the table as she looked from the corner of her eyes to him. His hand went to her tits as he began to maul her, gripping both breasts hard one after the other going back and forth, tweaking her nipples roughly as she tried to move her body. He placed clips upon her nipples once he had made them hard, causing pain within her. “There bitch, that should make them hard and keep them hard. You look almost fuckable now,” he said with that same laugh. He yanked the tight clamps pulling and stretching her nipples then moved back between her thighs, she could his poking her inside as he licked his lips as she watched looking between her thighs.

He scrapped her insides with his long sharp fingernail as she struggled again, only causing him to grin at her pain and discomfort. Pulling out the speculum he rammed two fingers within her slick pussy jutting her upwards up along the table. He fingered her roughly and fast as he tried to get her slicker, this time with her own juices. He grunted and groaned as she heard his zipped rip down, the sound of metal running along the teeth as he groaned out. He could see a bit of his upper body knowing her was jacking off between her legs, causing her stomach to turn, praying she didn’t have a need to throw up.

“Come on Bitch get excited” he yelled at her as she could feel her pussy drying out, even with the slick oil he used it wasn’t enough. “Fine you wanna play games we’ll play I’m a master at games whore!” He slapped her wide spread pussy hard with his open hand causing a pinkness upon her ivory flesh. He gripped her clit between his fingertip and thumb, yanking it about as he grunted and groaned jacking his cock off in his hand. “That’s it I’m going to show you who’s boss now!” He yelled to her as he rammed a finger into her tight ass, as she clenched her muscles around his finger. He was rough as he fingered her ass first one finger then two, then pulling back he rammed his rock hard cock into asshole and grabbed her ankles as tears welled within her eyes from the raw flesh to flesh friction.

“You don’t wanna get wet bitch, I’ll make you get wet!” he grunted as he fucked her ass hard and deep, jutting her under the tight leather straps around her body. Girl closed her eyes as she tried to think of something else other than the hell she had been brought into but nothing pleasant came to mind making this whole thing even worse as he raped her asshole. She tried closing his voice out, his moans, his grunts and groans, she prayed he would be done fast.

Finally he grunted and moaned out “Oh yes Whore that’s it take my cum!” and exploded in her ass, as he rode her breathing heavy and ramming one last time nice hard and deep within her ass. He rested his cock within her ass as he teased and played with her erect clit. He rubbed it about feeling her inner pink flesh along her slightly swollen lips. “You will make a good piece for the men, so wild and tight. The more you fight the more we like it.” He laughed as he pulled from her ass with a ‘Pop’ sound from his thickened head pulling against the ring.

He’s going to be pleased, make a lot of money from his whore, just like all the rest, all you whores are good for is fucking!” he laughed and wiped his cock off , stuffing it back into his pants and zipping up like he was somebody important. He filled a needle with something and gave her a shot in her ass on the side of her cheek closest to him He walked out of the office closing the door behind him leaving her there as she laid there, girl could feel the cum bubbling out of her puckered hole, closing her eyes as she fell quickly to sleep her body covered in sweat once again.

Picking up the phone, the man’s assistant as well as personal doctor to his whores called to the main house. “Yea it’s me Chino. I checked her out real good Boss. She’s dehydrated and ill with some bug she picked up along the way. Should be okay in a day or two, if not I’ll give her another dose… Good time now to have her shaven down, she’s ready and probably will sleep a little while.” He hung the phone up and walked away letting her there on the table, strapped down, gagged and spread wide open.

 

[SparkyMan]

Gregor was pleased with his new acquisition. The more he eyed her, the more he envisioned doing with her, the more he envisioned doing to her. Some things were nice and pleasant, others were cruel and painful, but all involved sex of some kind! That was part of the reason she was here. The reason she was purchased was the same reason as every one of his other acquisitions. They were there to please him, tend to his estate, and entertain his guests.

That last part was the most critical part to Gregor’s existence. His remotely located estate, offered his guests (the ones with alternatively, twisted, and unique fetishes) a place to go and live out their fantasies without fear of reprisals, or consequence. Everything was discreet and remained so for all concerned, Gregor was the only one to know of each one’s perverse desires. He catered to each one, and each one paid desirably to have that luxury at his estate. Some would come one at a time, indulging in their dark side, but most came during the lavish parties held at least once a month. His two new acquisitions would be part of those festivities, no doubt!

Gregor left the two new girls to the doctor to be inspected. It was a convenient arrangement for him, having the doctor as his assistant. He got free medical care for all of his acquisitions, and access to all the pharmaceuticals he ever needed. The doctor took care of any of those “dreaded diseases” his customers always worried about, and certified each for their cleanliness. Gregor knew of his perverted methods and his harsh treatment during his examinations, allowing him free rein to do as he pleased with each of the acquisitions, according to their stature within the estate. The bitches were treated like dogs, the sluts like prostitutes, the mares like horses, the slaves like common trash, and the ladies with a certain level of dignity. Gregor did impose one rule, which he had to reprimand the doc for. The doctor was not allowed to inflict any kind of permanent damage to any of the subjects. Only Gregor was allowed to do that kind of corrective, permanent alterations. Gregor was also the only one who would mark his acquisitions. Gregor would mark his two new ones, just like a farmer would mark his livestock.

The time would come soon enough for that. But right now, Gregor had more important matters to attend to. He had a business client waiting for him at the house. On his way out of the barn he stopped at one of his cages and attached a leash to the collar of one of his better-trained male dogs. “C’mon bitch boy,” he barked, pulling him from the kennel like cage. He walked him past the other dogs, male and female alike, showing them how nice he could be for those that walked like a dog properly, without the use of shackles and chains. He led the dog out of the barn towards the house. Upon reaching the back door, he told him to “sit,” and “stay.” He did, obediently staying there as Gregor tied the leash off to a nearby pole. He reached into a nearby bucket, retrieving a biscuit which he tossed to the dog.. Gregor watched as he hungrily devoured the treat.

Inside, he met Tara, one of his female clients. Tara was a business executive in a nearby city, who was really a power hungry bitch, loving to domineer over men. She came to respect Gregor, never attempting to try and control him, for fear of what he could do to her, never mind expose her, and ruin her career. Tara was dressed in all black, leather. Her long red hair hung down over her shoulders, her pale white face, almost porcelain, in comparison to the black leather, which clung to her like a second skin, showing every supple curve. Her large breasts were ready to spill out of the tight fitting corset. In her left hand she held twenty crisp bills, each with a picture of Benjamin Franklin on them. In her left, she held a long, leather whip attached to an equally long flexible, fiberglass rod. Across Tara’s shoulder was slung a small, black, leather duffel bag, its contents unknown.

Gregor took the money and examined it, counting it within his head, never doubting its authenticity, nor the fact that it was all there. “Welcome Tara! As always, the entire place is yours, save my private rooms. Feel free to do as you please. Your pet is waiting for you out back. I will collect him in eight hours, so you should have plenty of time! If you need assistance, feel free to ask one of the chambermaids, or the butlers to help. If it is an emergency, they will contact me. Enjoy yourself”

He watched the knowing smile grow on Tara’s face as she walked by and disappeared out the door. Gregor, meanwhile drifted to his office, secured the money within his drop box safe, and arranged for subsequent visits, coordinating each of them on his calendar. He had a busy month ahead of him. Private bookings almost every day, and a huge gala planned for the end of the month. He wondered if the two new bitches would be available for those galas. He sure hoped so.

Just then, the phone rang. Gregor picked it up and listened as the doc told him about the one, and then the other, noting how each had acquired minor diseases that were easily corrected. He scribbled some notes on his calendar, and headed back out towards the barn. Tara had apparently gone off somewhere with her pet, but not too far, for he could hear the whip striking bare flesh, followed by the unmistakable ‘yelping’ that followed.

Reaching the barn, he spotted the doctor rolling the table the big tit bitch was strapped to, into another secluded spot in the far corner. “The other one’s in there,” he said, nodding his head in the direction of the other room. Gregor walked in and let his eyes wander over the bound beauty, spread wide before him, totally oblivious to his presence there. She was obviously sleeping. Looking carefully he spotted the oozing liquid seeping from between her legs, originating from the deep dark red ring surrounding her ass. Gregor shook his head, letting his lips curl upwards, knowing that the doctor couldn’t resist such temptation. ‘Well she might as well get used to it,’ Gregor said to himself as he released the brakes on the rolling table and wheeled her out to join the other bound subject.

He wheeled her within two feet of the other broad, noting that the younger girl was starting to stir, possibly waking from her sleep. Bound as they were, neither girl could tell the other was so near. Gregor locked the wheels once again, “Thanks doc, that’ll be all; I can handle it from here.” He waited until the doctor had left, before turning to coal stove located directly behind him. The top of the stove was cracked open with two steel rods poking out. He reached down and opened the side door, checking on the heat and the status of the irons in the fire. He closed the door and stoked the burning embers, raising the temperature within the burning chamber. He looked at the two girls once more, eying how their legs were splayed wide open, their pussies on clear display. He would enjoy fucking them both, yes indeed. But everything came in due time. He had to stick to his plan and do everything in an orderly fashion. It was his attention to details that made his acquisitions, such a high commodity.

Gregor slipped his hand inside a large glove and gripped one of the steel rods, pulling it from within the stoked coals. Without hesitation, and with quick precision he drew the iron out and placed it against the inner left thigh of the large woman. The distinct sound of singing flesh accompanied with the unique smell, filled the room. Gregor watched as the older woman jerked and bucked violently, screaming vehemently into the ball gag stuffed into her toothless mouth. Her eyes were wide, pupils dilated as a waterfall flowed from the corners. Within that same split second, her eyes rolled back into their sockets, and all was quiet as she went limp. As Gregor pulled the iron away, he looked at the large ‘G’, within which was the word,”ranch,” in small letters, was seared into her skin.

He had branded one, now was the time to do the girl. He could see the fear in her eyes, for she was privy to the sounds and smells that the other woman was not. If she did not know what happened, she was about to. He laid the used iron aside and fetched the other red hot iron from the stove. Just before he branded her, he could see her muscles tense in anticipation of what was to happen. With the same ease and precision, he applied an identical mark to her thigh, watching her react in much the same way. Her screams were muffled by her gag. Her eyes too had rivers of water streaming from the corners just prior to her passing out. Gregor admired the artistic work imprinted upon his new playthings. They were now properly marked as his property, just in case anyone needed to know.

Gregor laid the iron down and removed the glove looking one more time over the ladies. Only one more thing to do while they were passed out! Now was the perfect opportunity to shave them properly. He lathered each and shaved the tiny hairs with the straight razor, hung nearby. Neither girl flinched, one iota, as his razor removed every hair. It would be a while till they recovered from the branding. The doctor had special cream that he would apply regularly to keep the hairs from growing back too quickly, or too thickly. Eventually the hair follicles would be shut down permanently, leaving them forever smooth.

One last final touch he added was a black leather collar lined with D rings embedded within it. Gregor wove the ends together in such a way that the only way to remove the collar now would be to cut it off, Each collar had four steel, silver, ‘D’-shaped rings evenly spaced apart so that there was one in the front, the back, and both sides of their necks. He wheeled the lifeless bodies out to the kennels and undid each one from their tables. He removed all the straps and the gags, lifting them from the table and eased them into their 5’ x 5’ x 5’ living quarters. He closed the cages and left them with the others, to spend the night with their new neighbors.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Girl’s eyes fluttered as she felt herself being moved then closed once again. She knew she was helpless and at that point there was no reason to fight sleep, she knew she’d feel a lot better once her body was rested even though her mind would forever stay roaming and running. The table stopped as she opened her eyes again looking around to another room she was wheeled into. She couldn’t yet move as she still felt the straps over her body literally from her head to her ankles.

Laying there she felt the smoothness of her body being covered in a ‘goop’’ then realized she was being shaven smooth, and the ‘goop’ was shaving cream or sap but she wasn’t sure. Girl felt him maneuver the blade around her body, she felt him between her thighs as she swallowed hard. There were times one placed a fight and there were those others you just knew to lay still and let the course of life take over and this was one. Girl couldn’t remember the last time her body was taken care of fully, a bath, her hair done, or anything that allowed her to be and look feminine.

Suddenly a cry caught her attention, then the smell and the sound, a sound she couldn’t place but knew the scent of burning flesh as her heart began to race within her chest, almost begging for the gag to be removed so it would jump from her throat. Closing her eyes she had prayed she wasn’t next for what ever was happening around her, but her luck hadn’t been going her way for as long as she could remember back which wasn’t very far. As her mind drifted she heard footsteps upon the floor that got louder as she quickly opened her eyes and looked up she could see a shadow move over her, causing her heart to race again.

The feel of pain ripped through her body as she felt the heat against her upper thigh. The smell of burning flesh as she tried to scream out and couldn’t. Her body felt more pain that what had been already through it, her flesh smelt as she whiffed in with each breath through her nostrils. He was branding her like a farmer would his cattle. She was scared in more ways than one forever and everyday afterwards. Her chest rose and fell fast and hard as she whimpered and struggled against the binds and gag.

The shadowed moved from hovering over her as she fluttered her eyes and passed out from the pain. That was the last thing she could remember before she has woke within a chain link room. She was curled up in fetal position, her knees to her chest as she was no longer bound to the table nor gagged as she opened and closed her cracked lips. Girl tried to move, her muscles, her whole being ached as she turned to her stomach and crawled across the floor of the cage.

She knew home was a mansion compared to what she was normally ‘stuffed’ within. She was able to use the chain to pull herself up to her knees as she breathed heavily holding there resting her forehead against the side feeling the coolness of the steel chain against her flesh. Her fingers clamped around the chain tightly as she pulled herself to her feet with a slight hunch over. She wasn’t that tall at all, she was lucky she was now two inches over five feet tall yet because of being confined in such small areas. She stood there clenching the steel links as her eyes looked around.

On both sides of her were lines, no rows of cages just like the one she was in. She turned her head both ways as she made it to the front of her cage and looked each way as she pressed her face against the chain pushing hard to force it to push out a little to perhaps grab more of a look at her surroundings. There was nothing but what she could see was two or three rows of cages with others like her within them, not only females but males of all sizes, race and ages. None seemed to mind being here, or placing a fight to get out, which caused her to be curious as to what all happened here.

Girl dropped her hand to her side as she brushed across the tender spot upon her thigh. She left out a whimper as she ran her fingertips over the spot then quickly looked down and noticed the burn mark upon her flesh that glistened with a suave. She twisted her upper body as she then turned her leg so she could see the brand upon her. Girl was now fully owned and she was nothing but an animal in this hellish cruel life as well as world. She longed to remember who she once was, and wondered if others were looking for her. This was a place she’d be lost within the cracks of, she realized the assistant was right, Girl would die here used and abused.

Turning she heard a noise as she looked down the line seeing a cart with something upon it. The cart was going back and forth from side to side but she couldn’t make out what was happening. Finally once it grew closer she realized it must have been ‘feeding time’ at the zoo. There were slots at the base of the cage like one would see in prisons or nut wards or insane asylums, where there were opened from the outside and food slipped in the cell or room. She watched as a homely looking female pushed the squeaky wheeled carts down the line till it got to hers.

Girl backed up and watched the older female grab and dog bowl and held it in one hand as she flicked open the opening with the other. First pushed in was a bowl of water, then a second bowl which contained food. She closed the opening without a word, offering the girl a smile and moved along to the next. Girl moved over to the red matching set and looked down to it. She lowered herself down and kneeled there before then, the water was clean as she looked within it, and then turned her head looking into the other with a raised brow.

It was dried dog food in the bowl; she was being treated like she felt. She dropped her head toward the cage door and sobbed silently. Reaching her hand up she went to run her hands thru her hair then remembered as she felt the small bits of ‘fuzz’ that he’d shaven her hair, her long locks from her head. Closing her eyes she breathed softly taking in each breath like it was her last.

Her stomach growled, she knew if she didn’t fill it, it was going to turn her inside out and eat her first. Reaching down with her hand she picked up a piece of the dried food and placed it in her mouth and chewed upon the crunchy bit. She tried to tell herself it was something else, and that didn’t work but it would fill her belly. She continued to eat it, feeling the dry pieces slide down her throat as she dipped her hand within the water bowl using her fingers like a cup and drank from her hand.

She looked up and around seeing others eating like wild animals, like dogs from their bowls. They were hunched over and lapping at the water in the red or blue bowls and then moving to the other and eating it like a dog would. She nibbled a few more pieces and pushed herself away crouching in the corer of the cage once again. Girl hugged her knees to her chest as she rested her chin upon the boney caps, and starred about till she felt her shoulder tapped and a piece of food roll across the cage door. Looking to the left there she was again, that same toothless old skank again. Her tongue waggling out of her mouth as her wrinkled hand was pushed against her mouth and fingers parted.

Girl knew if there was ever one she would get into a fight with it was going to be that one. Girl mustered up her saliva and drew a breath back and once again spat out at the old woman watching it land upon her naked body. Girl reached forth with one hand and pulled the bowls back closer to her as she slowly picked away at the dry pieces, and sipped the water as she picked the bowl up and placed it at her lips to drink.

“Not like that girl!” a voice said from the other direction. She snapped her head to the side quickly and glared at another female about her age. “Get caught eating and drinking with your hands you get whooped here. I’m just warning you, I know you’re new here. Watch your P’s and Q’s missy; they don’t take to kindly to disobedient bitches.”

Girl nodded her head and continued to eat and drink like she was before she was interrupted, as she kept to herself only glancing about now and then when a sound caught her attention. Her belly was feeling better now since there was something in it, it might have not been human food but it was food. She knew if the time ever came for her to run, she would run like the wind and not look back.

 

[SparkyMan]

Gregor had woken early that morning and had dressed in black jeans and a black, tight fitting tee, and his black boots. There was no need for the other attire, other than his hat as he walked out to the barn to view the feeding of the animals. He lurked in the shadows of the far corner, watching the barn attendant feed the animals as instructed.

Gregor watched as the horses ate from their buckets, and as each dog lapped at their water and ate their dog food. He paid particular attention, eying the two new pieces of property that he had acquired the day before. He watched the exchange between the two noting how the older one liked to provoke, the younger. He also took special note at how feisty the younger one was. That bit of venom within her as she spat unto the older woman, was clearly evident. Dog fights were common among his caged animals, each trying to gain superiority over the others.

The fight gave him an idea that he catalogued for later. He would have to see if that anger towards each other festered or withered over the next week or so. But his ears perked up when he heard something. He listened, not believing his ears, until he saw the lips from the one dog moving about. Gregor's eyes were wide with fury, seeing that one of his trained bitches, had actually had the audacity to speak. And it wasn't just speaking, it was coherent sentences, warning the new girl of severe punishment.

Yes! The new girl was going to get punished and disciplined, enforcing that she eat the correct way. But the other bitch had no excuse for talking. She had known the golden rule; "Never speak unless specificall spoken to, requiring something more than a head nod, or shake." Now she would be punished just as equally for her grave transgression.

With those words, heard, Gregor turned and moved things around until he located what he was looking for. He was sure his presence was heard by all the animals, for it suddenly got quiet, other than his grumblings as he pulled out two stockade type of structures attached to heavy cement footers. He hoisted each one under each arm and brought them to the center aisle of the barn, right in the very middle. He placed one down, and then the other aboutthree feet away, each facing the other, parallell to each other. Each stockade was onlya little over three feet high, and each only had one large hole in it .

Gregor disappeared to his clutter of gadgets, making more noise as he rummaged through them. One by one he grabbed wooden saw horses, util he had four of them. Gregor returned to the stockade and placed two saw horses behind each one, locking the steel legs in the open position. Each saw horse rose a little over two feet off the ground.

With a heavy huff, heard by all he stormed in the direction of the cgaes. His eyes were glaring wide, the anger clearly evident, transfixed on the bitch with the short black hair. He opened her cage as she cowered in the back, trying to save herself from the wrath of his anger. He reached in, never bothering to use her leash, and grabbed a handfull of hair. He forcefully yanked her from the cage as she yelped, screeching as she scrambled to try and get to all fours. Never even giving her a chance, he literally dragged her across the barn floor, her hands and knees dragging across the bottom as he did so. He pulled her to one stockade, opening it as he approached it. He yanked her head down into it until it choked her at the front of her neck. He slammed the top closed before letting go of her hair. He locked it in place, and headed off to the new girls' cage.

She didn't have any hair to yank her by, so his treatment to her was a little more refined as he opened the door. His hand on her attached leash was already yanking her from the cage. He sensed the fight in her, sending a backhand across her jaw to quiet her down. In that split second of time that her head went reeling to the side, he slipped four fingers beneath the woven leather collar about her neck. He grabbed it from the back of her neck and closed his fist, pulling the collar tight against her airways, choking her as he dragged her to the other stockade. He locked her in so that she was now face to face with the other bitch.

Now that both dogs were secured, He maneuvered the sawhorses underneath each bitch. He placed one under the armpits and then secured each wrist to the shackle attached to each leg. The other sawhorses were placed under each bitches lower belly, just above their crotch. Each knee was then also secured to one of the steel legs, spreading each girl wide open, their asses on full display, ready for whatever torture Gregor had in store for them.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Girl's eyes lifted as she nibbled another piece of the dog food watching around her peering left and right not moving her head as she did. She picked up the water bowl, brought it to her lips and drank it down as the food was dry and caught in her throat as she tried to swallow it. She heard a sound that seemed to come from the left of her as she slowly moved her eyes that way, listening closely as all the sounds seemed to silence. If a bug farted anyone would have heard it echo throughout the barn that’s how deadly silent it became.

Her eyes caught a glimmer of a shower move along the concrete floor down from her as she heard the heavy steps taken and from her position she knew who black boots they were and then watched cautiously on. Girl looked across the way to the one whom spoke to her, she watched her move back into the far corner of the chain link square that surrounded her, watching her head look to the left as she felt another piece of food hit her drawing her attention away from before her.

The younger girl didn't respond to the food being thrown at her from the old toothless skank, until another piece had hit her. Girl rose to her feet fast and pressed against the cage and spat once more upon the wrinkled bitch. There wasn't anything more she could do being in a cage and two feet from her or Girl would have done more. She growled and snarled to her, letting her be warned in her own way that if she had the chance she'd fight her to the death like two hungry wolves. She clung to the cage and crawled upon it clinging there as she rattled it like a chimp in the zoo starring at the old woman and spat as much as she could till her throat was dry again and then climbed down and sat back down where she was breathing heavily.

Girl broke the silence around here only to have it once again until the sounds of what seemed to be rummaging echoed throughout the barn. She heard shuffling across the cement as she sat there her head still as her ears listened intently as to what was happening about her. The sound grew closer and louder as she watched the dark shadow appear upon the cement across from her. She watched as the man whom bought he placed two stocks out between her cage and the one that was speaking to her, she watched him set up the cement bases so they were facing each other. Girl knew of those, she'd been in them before; the stocks seemed to be missing the places for the wrists and only had one place for your neck.

Girl watched him go then only to hear more rummaging and his voice in the distance of the barn as it didn't sound pleasant. She had wondered if anyone around this place was ever in a good mood, then again she could see why they never seemed it. Animals were never happy caged, they were to roam free among other in the wild, except this time they had were responsible for turning humans into wild beasts that would attack and kill another of their own kind without even thinking or even kill themselves.

Once again she heard the man returning as his boots stepped hard upon the concrete, she watched again as he placed saw horses along with the stocks as she cocked her head drawing her knees tighter to her chest as her thin arms wrapped about them tightly. She watched as he positioned all four saw horses and locked the legs in place swallowing hard as her gut ached. She reached out for another piece of food and nibbled it with her blue eyes peering about.

Her gut turned again, as she felt as if the dog food and water was going to come back up, a bad feeling felt as she watched the man in black yank open the door to the cage across the way, hearing it hit the one next to it with a loud bang of the chain to chain steel sounding. Girl watched as his massive large calloused hand reached in and grabbed the dark short hair and yanked the other girl from the cage like she was nothing. She yelped loudly and screeched as she tried to scramble upon all fours, but there wasn’t enough time as he drug her across the cement by her hair. Each time she tried to get up she had her hands and knees pulled out from under her like a rug. He yanked her up and placed her neck tightly in the stockade and quickly shut it around her neck. Girl looked as all the rest cowered within their cages, slipping back into a corner as they feared they were next inline.

Girl watched as he turned and headed toward her cage, she saw the look of what was beyond anger upon his face as she quickly pushed herself back into the corner of the feeling the small bits of steel poking at her naked flesh. Girl felt her leash yanked as she pulled back against it, until she felt his thick large hand across her face. He gripped about her collar, pulling it against her airway blocking her breaths as he yanked her out. She no longer fought as she lastly saw the old skank grinning as she watched, once more girl spat at her as he drug her out from the cage and along the cement floor. She felt the skin from her hands and knees ripped off as he drug her by force to the stockade, feeling him hold her by the neck as he quickly moved his hand shutting it tightly around it.

He locked her in place and then moved the sawhorses under them both in the same manner, one horse each under their armpits then the other under their lower bellies placing each up high. He shackled and cuffed them to the horses as they were splayed open in the crotch area, cheeks apart from their ass being up so high looking at one another. The fear seemed to worsen upon the dark haired girls face, she knew what would happen where the new one had no idea why she was yanked out and locked up then bound.

Now they waited as each heard the sound of his heavy breathing as well as the sound of his boots along the concrete, each locked there where all could see, each feeling fear, one more than the other.

 

[SparkyMan]

Gregor wrestled each girl into place and was satisfied that neither was going anywhere. Satisfied, and still breathing heavily, his anger raised within him, the adrenaline still pumping gallons of endorphins into his bloodstream, Gregor stomped off in search for more items, leaving the girls no other choice but to stare into each other’s worried eyes. They would become twins; each would feel the pain of the other. Every time one was hit, the other would flinch. That was the whole purpose of facing them towards each other. Each would know what was happening to the other, only to expect similar treatment.

He found what he was looking for, and on his return trip to the stockades, picked up a long strip of leather, hanging from a nearby horse’s stall. Gregor pulled it from the headless nail it was impaled upon and approached the two bitches. He knew his eyes were nothing less than orange flames of evil, staring down the elder bitch, more so than the new one.

He draped the four foot long, four inch wide, thick strap so that it hung over both stockades, both girls able to see it as he placed it there. If the new girl couldn’t make the connection, it was clearly evident that the older one did. Her eyes were wide, pleading, scared, knowing exactly what was about to happen. However, the black haired girl didn’t see what else he had brought with him. She didn’t see it until he brought it to her face.

The fat cock was as round as a beer can, but not as long. There were several black bands attached to it at the base. “If you can’t keep your mouth shut, then we might as well put it to use.” Gregor’s words thundered in the otherwise silent barn, all the animals watching in fear. He grabbed a handful of hair once again and yanked up sharply, nearly pulling it out of her head.

Her eyes widened as the sudden pain and tension on her face muscles registered, having no other choice but to open her mouth as she gasped for air and howled at the pain. Gregor waited for that opportune moment to literally shove, the jaw breaking cock into the bitch’s mouth, filling her, and stretching her jaws obscenely wide. Holding the hard, black, rubber cock in place, Gregor pulled the straps over her head and tightened the adjustable straps, pulling the cock, deeper into her mouth, before fastening it off. “Now we won’t have to listen to you, except when you whimper and moan; exactly what a bitch is supposed to do!” His hand reared back and flew across her face, sending it sideways, enough to allow the new girl to see the huge handprint on the side of her face.

Gregor spun on the heels of his black boots and glared at the new girl. He reached under her chin and gripped her by the jaws, jamming his thumb and finger into her jaw bone, forcing them open while pushing her skin between her teeth. If she bit down, she’d bite her own flesh, doing him no harm. Holding her with her mouth open, his face inches from hers, he screamed into her face. “Bitches don’t talk! You’re nothing but a bitch … my bitch! Remember that, unless you want your jaw permanently adjusted like that bitch over there!” He let go of her jaw, thrusting it to the side for emphasis, and to keep her from snapping at him. He had learned from years of training, how to deal with the wild animals, until they were properly trained, keeping from getting bit, or attacked.

He returned to the other bitch and slapped her hard one more time, sending her head flailing to the side again, his handprint landing directly overtop the other one that had not faded. “Bitches do not talk,” he repeated before grabbing the leather strap and moving behind the black haired dog. The new girl, along with most the other dogs, could see Gregor double the strap within his right fist, a long two foot loop, dangling from his grip. Every animal in the barn inhaled as Gregor’s arm reared back, the loop, flinging back before it changed direction in mid-air. The sound of the strap slicing through the air was heard by all, just before the loud “THWACK” jolted the room to life. Every animal cried out as if it were they that had been whipped, the bitch’s cries, muffled by the cock-gag. The tears rolling down her eyes were the only outward sign she was able to portray of the pain searing through her body. Again and again, he made sure the leather strap kissed her flesh with loud noises; each swat lurched her forward, nearly toppling the saw horses and stockade, their heavy weight and shackles, rocking her back into position for another stinging blow! Time and time again, he whipped and whipped that ass till it was tenderized meat, the outline of the strap, visible with each painful crack. The welts made it look like a road map for a busy intersection. Gregor was relentless on his attack; time and time again, whipping her with such force, until the welts began to crack open, tiny rivulets of fresh blood, starting to drip from the wounds.

Gregor stepped away to see how the bitch had slumped down onto the sawhorse, unable to support her own weight any more. Looking over her, and the stockade, toward the new girl, he barked. “No talking, EVER! Bitches don’t talk, right?” He never took his eyes off the new girl, rearing back one last time to deliver a thunderous crack to the other bitch’s ass.

Gregor was satisfied with his first stage of punishment, and now directed his attention to the new girl. He kept his eyes glued to her eyes as he approached, strap in hand. With his free hand he grabbed her by the jaw once more, jamming his finger and thumb in, forcing her mouth open, making her fear she would get the same gag forced in her mouth. “Bitches learn to use their mouths, and only their mouths … Got it?” Gregor, however, had other plans. He reached back by the horses stall once more and fetched a feedbag. He filled it with dry dog food and strapped it over her head, sealing the large cup-like muzzle to her face. “I’ll teach you to use those hands!”

Gregor placed the leather strap on her back, letting her feel it as it rested there. “Don’t move!” Gregor snapped loudly, walking back into his supplies area, fidgeting around until he appeared holding two sets of boxing gloves.

Gregor stomped back to where the girls were and easily slipped one set of gloves over the new girl’s hands, her wrists shackled in place. The second set, he placed on her feet! “There,” he shouted, “now you have paws … BITCH!”

Gregor moved behind his shackled and stockade bound bitch, admiring the ass that he purchased yesterday. It would be a shame to mark it as he had marked the other one, yet it needed to be done. He reached for the strap and slowly slid it from her back, so that it slithered down between the globes of her ass. “Bitches have paws,” he snapped just as he flicked his wrist, snapping the strap upwards, causing it to slap lightly, yet firmly against her pussy, as his hand rose to the air. “… Not hands,” he finished as his arm came down, filling the air once more with the sound of leather striking skin. Standing directly behind her, he painted her ass crimson red as the strap came down repeatedly, covering a new portion of white flesh until her whole ass was burning red, as if she had been lying out in the sun with baby oil poured over her ass. “You are BITCH!” Gregor screamed as his last swat landed on her shining orbs.

He dropped the leather, looking at his artwork, the canvas covered with his recent creation. The sight of the young lass’ fine ass, red, willing and able was before him, and was irresistible to his suddenly engorged organ. Every animal in the barn except for the crying bitches, watched in awe as Gregor lowered his zipper and pulled out his monstrous cock. The place was suddenly quiet, except for the muffled whimpers coming from the two punished dogs.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Girl looked to the other one as she could see the worry in her eyes, in fact she could see it written all over her face and was sure the other could see the same thing back. There was one difference though Girl had no idea what was about to happen to her where the other she was sure had either seen what was about to come before or felt the man in blacks wrath. They could hear him walk away, as the heels of his black boots drug along the cement floor of the barn. They both sighed in relief while he was out from their area around them for the moment.

“I-I shouldn’t have spoke to you. We are in alot of trouble now.”

Girl listened and didn’t speak back, she really had nothing to say, nor had she spoke a single word in so long she didn’t know if she even had a voice anymore.

They could both hear Gregor rummaging about somewhere within the barn searching for something or someone. There was no third stock or set of horses, so they knew he was seeking something and it was something he would use upon them. Girl took in a breath and sighed softly, closing her eyes and relaxing in the position he had her in, which wasn’t easy.

“Are you fucking stupid or just dumb? He is going to punish us and you just close your eyes and do or say nothing you stupid bitch.” The other spoke as she watched the new girl relaxing before her.

She shut up as they heard his boots shuffling along the cement floor towards them once again then stopped on a dime. Girl opened her eyes and looked to the other as they could hear nothing in the barn, it was as if nothing lived or breathed about them but him, his breaths were heavy as he inhaled as well as exhaled. He shuffled about them then leaned forth as they both raised their eyes and not only could they see the thick leather strap but smell it as well, it had been polished recently, as the scent lingered. The dark haired female quickly flashed a look to the new girl that didn’t seem to care really what he had placed up there. The fear in her eyes told it all, yet the new girl didn’t notice the warning look given to her.

Gregor’s large calloused hand came between the two out of no where; neither saw the large black object until it was too late. Girl couldn’t see as his hand was in the way, all she saw was something was being forced in the other’s mouth and she figured she was next in line for the same treatment. Girl then heard the words spoken ‘If you can’t keep your mouth shut, then we might as well put it to use’ and then she saw the black bands hanging down from his hand. Girl watched as the man grabbed the girl’s hair within his hand and wrapped it about his fingers in a fist and held tightly as yanked her head hard causing her to open her mouth wide from the pain as she howled out. Girl watched on as the thick black cock stretched open her mouth wider than it should have been. She swallowed as the scene before her began to unfold, wondering if she was next as the beads of sweat formed upon her brow.

The straps were placed over the dark haired females head as his thick fingers adjusted the strap to make sure she would have that faux cock stuck there, making sure no words, no sounds could escape from her mouth again. Girl looked her over as his hands had moved, seeing how it was shoved so deeply in her that she was breathing heavily through her nose. This was one time Girl was glad she didn’t speak, for that was not a punishment she would ever need to worry about. His words that followed rang through the new girls ears, ‘Now we won’t have to listen to you, except when you whimper and moan; exactly what a bitch is supposed to do!’ Girl suddenly flinched as she watched his hand go across her face moving her head fast and hard to the one side then watched it drop forth as far as it could go, seeing the dark red imprint on the side of her face.

She watched from the corners of her eyes how he turned upon his heels fast, and glared down at her. Girl quickly searched for a thick black cock as well within his hands and there was none. Her heart raced with fear as it should have showed within her face as he looked down upon her with flared nostrils and angered eyes. Girl felt his large thick rough fingers grab a hold of her face, his thumb pressing the flesh of her cheek within her mouth. ‘Bitches don’t talk! You’re nothing but a bitch … my bitch! Remember that, unless you want your jaw permanently adjusted like that bitch over there!’ He screamed in her face, his hand tight enough to crack her jaw if he wanted to. All she did was stare into his eyes, until he left go with a thrust to her jaw pushing it hard enough he turned her face causing a sharp pain to go through her neck. Girl turned her head back slowly and looked to the other one across from her seeing the saliva seeping from the corners of her mouth.

Out of no where another slap to her face, same place as the previous one was, as her head flung fast to the side again. The dark haired female dropped her head, letting it hang down as Girl watched. The sound of leather slipping across the top of the wooden stocks was heard as he grabbed a hold of it swiftly and yanked it back. ‘Bitches don’t talk!’ he screamed at her again as the dark haired one didn’t move letting her head hang down with her eyes closed. Girl watched as he folded the leather strap in his hands and held it tightly in his one, his arm went back and all you heard was a leather to flesh sound ring through the barn echoing in the silence as he took it across her ass. Girl flinched as she watched the other lunge forth within the stocks as her body laid across the horses. The legs of the horses wobbled to and fro as she moved backwards again.

Everyone one within the barn cried out after the female did, her sounds muffled by the thick cock gag within it. Her nostrils flared out with each quick deep breath she inhaled and exhaled. Each time he cracked the thick leather strap across her ass she was forced forth towards the new girl, the cries rang out even though they were muffled as you could hear the pain within her voice. Those that had viewing of her ass could feel the pain the bitch was feeling, they could see the red glow that had formed with the last crack with the leather he gave her. Girl dropped her eyes as she did she saw the droplets of blood slowly fall from behind the bitch on to the cement floor forming a small puddle.

Girl lifted her eyes as she felt his upon her , she looked to him as she watched his lips part, then glanced back to the other seeing her body slumped over the saw horses, and could feel the pain within herself the other was feeling. She lifted her eyes back to the man in black as she glared a hole through her just as she had he yelled at the top of his lungs again , his voice was harsh ‘No talking, EVER! Bitches don’t talk, right?’ Girl didn’t move, she didn’t speak, she would move her head she just looked back to him and did nothing till she heard the crack again of the leather against the other’s ass once more then she flinched as she heard the cries of pain around the cock gag that was forced into her mouth. She watched her head lift and fall fast and limp like the rest of her body did across the saw horses.

Gregor grabbed her by the jaw again and forced her mouth open by his thumb and finger, his eyes now bored a hole right through her with the anger she could see within his eyes, the vein in his neck stuck out as well as within his forehead. ‘I’ll teach you to use those hands!’ he screamed at her, flinging her head aside like before as she felt the pain within her jaw. Next Girl felt the weight of a feed bag placed around her neck as he had filled it to the top, she held her head up, as she tried to break her down, to show her who was in charge. He placed the muzzle upon her face as she shook her head trying to get it off and couldn’t.

She felt him place the strap across her back, as she thought he was going to lift it and smack her across the back with it but he didn’t he yelled again ‘Don’t move!’, and then walked away. Girl’s eyes lofted as she looked at the other girl, her head still hanging low as she could see through the strands of black hair at her bruised face, and the swelling that was happening. He left and returned again this time with boxing gloves as she looked at them, not understanding what those were for…she was just about to find out as she felt him place the gloves upon her hands and feet giving her paws like the bitch she was to him, like all the females were...nothing but bitches in his eyes. He only confirmed her theory when he shouted at her, in her face as she felt the warm spit upon her own ‘There, now you have paws … BITCH!’

Girl felt the strap being slid across her back as she heard him yell again, then felt the first slap against her pussy from the back as it caused her to jump as well as grow wet between the thighs. She held back a whimpering groan closing her eyes letting the sting of those wet twin folds lingering. She lunged forth as he began to slap her ass with the strap like he had done the other. She heard the leather to flesh sound as it echoed, other were crying around her as her ass began to glow from the redness, from the leather strikes as she lifted and dropped her head up and down with each one. ‘You are a BITCH!’ he yelled at her as he brought the last of the slaps of the leather against her ass as she cried out with each one feeling the pain within her lithe body.

Tears filled within Girl’s eyes as if her ass had been placed in a fire and left there to char. The sound of the leather strap had been heard as it fell to the floor at his feet. She knew he was behind her, feeling his presence as she heard his zipper go down, she knew what was next to happen. Girl wasn’t stupid, she had been down this road so many times before, so many times that her body was immune and numb to men…women and sex.Girl waited for him to fuck her roughly from behind till he spew his cum within her or on her, either way was nothing new.

 

[SparkyMan]

Gregor held his monstrous prick within his fist, the large purple head swollen with anticipation. He stepped up between the parted legs of his new bitch and placed the oversized helmet at her loosely puckered opening. His roughly calloused hands gripped each reddened orb and squeezed roughly, pulling them apart till her hole was stretched open. Without lube, and without preparation, Gregor lunged forward, hearing a muffled sound come from the feed-bag-gagged bitch on the other side of the stockade.

She was tight! Of course everyone was tight, to Gregor! But he took delight in her tightness, pushing his length in till it felt as if he had bottomed out within her. He looked down to see only half of his shaft had been buried. Gripping her ass cheeks tighter, he backed out, pulling her insides out with him, before plunging forcefully, back into her bowels again. This time he made three quarters of it disappear into her ass. He backed out again, feeling her muscles cling to him. It felt as if her skin would rip his from the bone, plunging forward again, his balls swinging below, barely grazing the bitch’s pussy. Withdrawing one last time, he plunged forcefully into the bitch, feeling as if he was ripping her open, his stomach pressed into her beaten ass.

Completely buried, Gregor remained embedded within her. He rutted around, grinding his pelvis into her ass. He ground in circles, large and small, clockwise and in reverse, pushing in even deeper on occasion, then relaxing to the now comfortable position they were in. He stretched her hole wide and left it that way while his hands continued mauling the recently beaten flesh. He delighted in listening to the muffled whimpers coming from the bitch, along with her wriggling and writhing hips.

It seemed to take longer than usual, but Gregor was determined to keep up his relentless attack on her backside, until he felt a wetness begin forming there. Whether it was from sweat, or, from her own desire, it didn’t matter. Gregor was stroking his cock in and out of the tightly puckered hole, feeling it glide more and more easily with each stroke he forced.

He wasn’t sure if the bitch was getting into it or not, and he really didn’t care, but it felt as if she was actually bucking back against him. She was getting wet as he watched his dick thrust in and draw out with each thrust of his hips, her ass jiggling with each bit of contact. It only fueled him on, knowing that he had ultimate power and control over the helpless creatures, his newest bitch, being no different than the others. The beatings he had administered was merely foreplay to him, getting him nice and hard. A brutal ass-fucking is what he really needed to ease his tension, and the new bitch was the lucky recipient this morning.

He pounded into that ass with such force that he rocked the stockade and the saw-horses forward with each thrust, only to pull her back, rocking her in the other direction, pulling her back onto his cock. Back and forth, over and over again, the rough anal fuck continued, Gregor only concerned with his growing need to explode soon. He plowed the bitch until he could feel the pressure begin to build as his balls boiled within the swinging sac. The back pressure was too much to withstand. Gregor could feel his cock swell in preparation for the release, billowing wide as the pressure felt like a civil war cannon, ready to blow a cannon ball through its chute. With the same amount of force as the cannon, his seed shot from the long shaft. He let his howl echo throughout the barn, letting every creature know of his release which flooded the bitch’s bowels. Her muffled sounds were clearly evident, the other animals remaining as quiet as possible; though it was evident they were becoming restless.

His abundant fluid made the successive strokes quite easy, his cum now lubricating the tight gripping walls. He continued fucking that puckered hole loving the way it squeezed tightly around his thick vein, pulling every drop of his seed from his reserve. He kept fucking into the hole as it loosened around his meaty stick. After several minutes, he finally withdrew and wiped his slime covered prick clean onto her ass.

He surveyed the damage he had done to both of the bitches as he tucked himself away and made himself presentable. Once more, just for his own enjoyment, he slapped her ass with his bare hand. “My bitch! My ass!”

His words were heard by all throughout the barn. Yet all the bitches knew they were all, “His bitches!” All the male dogs were also bitches in their own rights, and they too knew their roles well.

Gregor walked up to two of the male cages and looked at them as they cowered in their corners. He opened their cages and smiled, stepping back away from the cages and back towards the punished bitches. Standing between them, he announced to all the dogs in the kennels, “Bitchfest!” He further clarified his obvious instruction to all the wild animals. Pointing to the black haired bitch, he said, “Any way you want!” Pointing to his recent fuck, he proclaimed, “Ass only!”

He watched as the two men came out, carefully prowling towards the stockades, sniffing the obvious scent left behind. Gregor watched as one pressed his nose into the one bitch’s pussy, sniffing the wetness that pooled there, while the other was already mounting the bitch he just fucked. Gregor looked carefully to make sure he was fucking her ass and not her pussy. He didn’t want any diseases spreading through his kennels. Doc would let him know when she was cleared for that!

Gregor pulled up a chair and made himself comfortable as the two dogs went to town. He had every intention of giving every wild beast in the barn to have their turn at one of the bitches, including all the females!

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Girl looked into the other dark ones eyes and saw a look she never seen before. It wasn’t fear but it was a look of pain a look that would stay embedded within her mind forever. Girl’s ass was on fire, the flesh was blistered and stinging like one hundred bees had stung her all at one time. Gregor’s huge calloused hands gripped those sizzling cheeks as tears welled up within her eyes as she stared blankly to those in front of her. Her head lifted as he stretched the flesh of her burning cheeks under his fingertips as he gripped tightly and stretched her tiny pink puckered asshole open. Girl couldn’t relax, she couldn’t enjoy what was about to happen to her, she wasn’t allowed to, she wasn’t given that chance as she felt the tip of his huge steel rod pressing against the center ring of her rosebud.

Biting down on her lip, she closed her eyes and tried to escape within her mind, she tried to find a place in there that was a good place but there wasn’t one. All the places she tried to find were gone and all that was left were dark and twisted thoughts and memories. Suddenly her body was jutted forth as she felt him behind her plowing the bulbous flared head into her tiny tight hole. She screamed out, but all anything or anyone heard was muffled sounds as the feed bag gag stopped the high piercing screech from releasing the way it should have. He was taking her ass dry and fast. Her back arched hard as her tits swayed about under her as he drove deep within her bowels.

Girl’s ass was really tight. Her small rounded cheeks curve gracefully up to her tiny waist. It may look good from a male’s point of view from behind but it doesn’t leave that much flesh to spread apart without feeling discomfort. Girl was feeling that discomfort as well as pain as his monstrous cock began to work its way in and out of her butt hole. She could feel the pressure within her stomach as he pressed his large cock into her again and again. Gregor’s huge cock burrowed hard and fast into her tiny narrow canal. Girl felt the fire as he stretched her sphincter to the max. He pushed in her and pulled back out of her until he was able to move his cock freely within her asshole. The walls of her ass were so tight around his cock it was like a tight new glove that needed to be stretched just enough to feel a slight bit of freedom yet still feel good.

The friction was almost unbearable for the small framed girl as he took her deep and hard. His huge slapping balls against her cunt each time he speared her within to the hilt. Girl tries to squirm but it did her no good. H had gripped her hips tightly and continually rammed his swollen huge cock within her over and over letting himself feel the pleasure that this new bitch was bringing him. He loved a tight hole wrapped around his cock; he loved feeling the power his oversized prick brought him. He heard the slaps of his weighted balls against her cunt. He could hear the juices begin to flow even if she denied liking it he knew better, or the bitche’s cunt wouldn’t be getting wet.

Girl whimpered out twice and then tried to scream as she felt him pull back, as her muscles drug along his dry cock ripping her asshole apart as she felt the pain rip through her body. He plunged into her ass and grinded hard, she felt his balls slapping her cunt then rubbing as he gripped tighter digging his fingertips into her bony hips. His hips moved in a circle to the left then to the right rubbing the blistery flesh as the feed bag gag stopped her from screaming. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing her pain, knowing he was ripping her tiny body in two. Girl squirmed trying to maneuver herself under his larger body, which seemed to only egg him on more to bang her ass harder. He pulled back as she felt the shaft move through her inner walls, as the rim of his flared stiff prick followed till almost pulling out then he’d ram again and again till it became a bit slick.

In Girl’s mind she knew if she didn’t relax he would continue to rip her open, she closed her eyes and began to move with him as her hips bucked in sync with his own. She whimpered into the bag of dog food, hearing it echo in the leather bag as he took her. The more she relaxed the more he seemed to move inside her with less pain. Girl felt his balls tighten up and his cock begin to throb within her tight warm moist walls, and she knew it was soon time. The animals were silent and watched as he punished her, as he finally took what was his property and how he wanted to take it. The punishment was a sick turn on for him it caused that need to fuck and it was time the newest bitch learned who was boss.

He thrust his cock within her and she felt the heated streams of his milky white seed explode within her ass. He howled out like a savage beast claiming his prey, marking her again with his scent so all others knew who she belonged to. He didn’t need to but it was his power, his ego that controlling nature that drives to fuck and own anything he wanted to no matter how or where. Gregor held on to her tightly as he emptied his seed into her bowels fully. Gregor loved how tight her ass was around his meaty thick pole, so much that he continued to fuck it even after cumming. He loved looking down and seeing his cock moving in and out of her asshole. The look upon his face told it all as he was king of his domain, and they all knew it. There was nobody to even try and dethrone him for they feared him. He pulled back and popped the head put pulling the ring with it as she dropped her head feeling him wipe his cum covered cock all over her heated hurting ass.

‘My bitch! My ass!’ he yelled just as he slapped her ass hard jutted her forth as she began to feel the weight of the feed bag and kept her head down. She heard his boots drag across the cement floor as the sound told her he was done with her. Girl signed in relief until she heard that one word and the sound of locks on the cage doors open. ‘Bitchfest!’ Girl knew it had just begun at that point. Her gaping asshole was slowly contracting and oozing of his man seed. Next she heard ‘Any way you want! Ass only!’ and those words caused her heart to race within her chest, she knew she was in trouble and about to be abused more than she’d ever imagined.

Gregor watched as two male bitches crawled to the two in the stocks. One sniffed her wet pussy then began to lap against it tasting the new juicy piece of meat. He drilled his tongue into her fuck hole and began tongue fucking her as his cock was ready for action as it bobbed under him. The other quickly took in the scent of his Master’s as he sniffed her loose asshole, he lapped tasting the man seed and then quickly mounted and tried to aim his cock into her ass as he gripped her hips. He got the head in easily, as she was well lubed with the sizeable amount of cum in her hole already. He rammed in and left his hips against hers rubbing her red ass as he grunted and howled like a man taking his canine whore.

Gregor ducked to the side making sure that he was taking that slimy hole he did while the other was lapping her pussy. He smiled knowing the bitch was about to find out about punishment this was only the start. Gregor whistled as he crossed his legs getting comfortable in his chair. He heard the sound of two steel slide bolts opening and then they appeared to his side like his hired muscle that was there on command. Two dark skinned males that stood over six feet tall stopped at his sides and crossed their arms upon their chests.

Samson and David were two twin black males that Gregor had bought at an auction about seven years back when they were eighteen. They turned out to be two of the best investments he had made. They were loyal, and well built like brick shithouses. Gregor had them trained well when he whistles his two black stallions came as called. They had long braided hair down their backs as if their hair was well groomed manes. They had bits in their mouths and wore black boots that were shaped like hooves of a horse. Both had matching decorative pieces that stuck up from the top of their heads that gathered a few dreads as if they were for show.

They were well wanted black stallion studs that the ladies as well a men loved. When he took them with to auctions or had them serve at parties their attire was full black latex outfits that fit each and every muscle of their body. Their balls and ass cheeks were always in clear view for all to see, that was the humiliation part he used to keep them under control. They wore a black hood over their head with room for their dreads to be pulled out and left to run down their backs for show. They wore the hoof like black boots and a bit and reigns were added to complete their wardrobe and silver collars tight around their large muscular necks.

“Take you places in command David, Samson!” Gregor yelled as he snapped his fingers and watched as they walked towards the two bitches. Their thighs rubbed as they walked for they were so muscular. Both had about eleven inches rock hard and as thick as a silver dollar. They were both almost fully hard from watching their Master take the new whore bitch. David grabbed the mounted male bitch and tossed him aside watching his fall to the ground as he had his cock ripped from the girl’s asshole. David grabbed the other that was attacking her cunt with his tongue and did the same. Both wore grins upon their faces as they were proud to be their Master’s prize black stallion studs.

David got behind the newest girl and pierced her asshole with his shiny black knob and drove in hard as she squirmed and bucked her ass against him. He grinned and slapped her ass feeling his cock get coated with Master’s seed as she pounded into her a few times and then pulled out and gave her a slap to her ass. Then stepped around and licked his lips as he stared down to the dark haired bitch and stepped behind her and then grabbed her ass cheeks tightly with his monstrous weathered hands. He parted her cheeks and looked to the bitch boy crawling over.

David nodded his head as the boy scrambled over and lubed the hole with his tongue darting it in and out quickly then crawled back a few feet and watched as the big black steel rod pressed against that tight pink center and pushed in. David and the boy bitch watched as his cock entered that tight fuck hole stretching her open as she lifted her head and rolled it around groaning as she felt the pain that followed as she pushed in with one thrust and groaned out as his back arched grinding against her ass tightly. David opened her up fast and drove deep not giving her a break as her ass muscles tightened around his pole. Her cunt glistened with her pussy juices as the bitch boy crawled under her and began to enjoy her pussy.

The dark haired bitch felt her asshole burn as the black stallion stud kept up a steady rhythm; he was making sure she realized she was being punished. David felt his balls being sucked upon as the make bitch took his heavy swinging sac in his mouth and began to tease it with his tongue. He nuzzled his nose against the underside of his cock at the base causing David to grunt more, causing his seed to boil fast within his sac. He continued to pound her hard and fast groaning out as he bent forth and pumped into her.

Samson fell right in line as David did, he moved behind the new bitch with the feed bag gag grabbing his thick rod and pressed the tip against her seeping asshole and pushed right into her loose hole and burrowed his cock deep. He grabbed her hips as the other boy bitch devoured her cunt like a starving baby while he fondled Samson’s nut sac as it swayed about beating him in the chin with the weight. Both stallion studs looked to each other grunting and groaning in sync as they fucked both bitches hard and deep lifting them up upon their tip toes as they did.

Gregor sat and watched his prize studs ass fucking his whores. He knew after them he’d allow another two, and then another until each male took their asses. They moaned out as they shot their heated seeds filling both assholes, staying in deep as they grind against their blistered asses until their fully empties their sacs within them. Once they pulled out the two male bitches jumped right in and began to bang both of their loose cum filled backdoor holes until they reaches their climaxes then skittered back to their cages feeling relief and watched the lines form two by two to have a piece of ass. Two bitch boys fucking those twin dripping sopping wet assholes and two other bitch boys underneath lapping away as those two bitch’s cunts.

Gregor watched as his male bitches took their turn while his black stallion stud too guard and watched none took their cunts with their cocks. Both females’ bodies draped over the horses as their heads hung down. Both ridden hard and hung out wet as the males scurried back to their cages and David and Samson locked them back up once again then took their Master’s side kneeling down awaiting their next command.

 

[SparkyMan]

Gregor sat in his chair, satisfied and content, smiling proudly at what he had accomplished, and what was about to happen. Both of the bitches needed to be taught a lesson in their own way. This little episode, he was sure, would leave them gaping and sore, for quite some time. Each of them would have this moment burned forever into their memory, one they will never forget, one they will forever dread, like a horrible nightmare. He watched as the first two dogs made their way to the bitches to begin what he had affectionately called, “Bitchfest!”

It was then, that Gregor, remembered his two, most trusted, and most loyal pets. He whistled for his two black stallions, and they immediately appeared by his side, dressed in full pony regalia, reins, bits, harnesses, and hooves. Their long black cocks swayed between their legs, always seemingly eager and ready for some kind of action. He was happy he had acquired these two, who tended to be his, “muscle” over the animals. He treated them quite well, and they in turn respected him, never once daring to usurp his authority. Each had felt the sting of his whip, on several occasions, never wanting that kind of pain again.

Gregor watched appreciatively as the two male bitch boys moved aside to make room for the kings of the stables, each one taking a position to plunge their pony dicks into the asses of the female bitches. Gregor enjoyed watching the pain and fear in each females’ eyes as the black cocks began to plunder and pillage the tight sphincter holes, while the male bitch boys tended to their swaying sacs, and the pussy beneath. Torment, pleasure, and pain all mixed together on the two faces, as Gregor studied them intently.

Big fat cocks were stretching their holes while long wide tongues were lapping at their creaming slits, lashing at their engorged clits, sending them into blinding fits of convulsions. When the stallions erupted, everyone in the stables knew it, for their whinnies told all. The bitch boys serviced them clean and took their turns at the abused, loosened holes. As they were pumping vigorously away into the cum-filled holes, the stallions released two more, giving them free access to the available pussy flesh.

The stallions returned to Gregor’s side, enjoying and monitoring the view. He was happy to have them, their value much greater than what he had paid for them. They had paid for themselves twenty fold, just in private sessions alone. The assistance they provided here was practically invaluable.

One by one, pair by pair, each bitch boy finished fucking an ass, exploding their cum deep into the offered bowels, only to be followed by the cock of the one lapping their pussy. The one’s that had just cum were escorted back to their cages by the stallions, happy and content, curling up and watching the remaining action. Then the stallions released another pair to continue the action. The copious amounts of sticky cum were running in rivers out of the gaping holes, down their thighs and puddling on the floor around their feet. The new bitch even had some seeping into her boxing glove covered feet. Gregor smiled wickedly, loving every minute of it.

However, as the time went on, and each pair continued humping away, Gregor was reminded of what had made him so angry to begin with. The black haired bitch, talking, had really set him off. The more he thought about it, the more his anger was reignited. He watched as they continued to reel from one fucking to the next, never having more than a split second reprieve. He needed to tech the bad one a special lesson. He needed to make an example out of her; one that everyone would look to and fear. As he sat there watching the dogs and his stallions, an idea came to mind. Once again, the wicked smile crossed his face.

Once the thirty male bitch boys had finished their task, Gregor rose and stood between the two hung heads, hair matted in sweat, breathing heavily despite the gags placed on each. He lifted the chin of the new girl and looked her in the eyes. “We’re not done yet! We’re just giving you a little break! I suggest you eat up some food in there. You’re going to need the energy!” He pushed the feed bag against her mouth, forcing chunks of dry dog food into her mouth.

Turning his back to her, he lifted the chin of the other bitch. “You, my stupid bitch, need to be taught a lesson; a lesson that will change your life forever!” He slapped her face again with his free hand, sending her head flying out of his grip. He walked back to his stallions and looked to both of them. “Fuck her pussy! Fuck it real good and deep! Push it all the way in and fill her womb with your rich, thick, black seed!”

Both, Samson and David, looked to Gregor, with very appreciative smiles. Not needing any further instruction, they both moved behind the bitch. Samson started first, easily sliding his eleven inch baseball bat into the wet slit, prepped by the loving dogs. However, the length wouldn’t quite fit, until he reared back and thrust forward with all his might. The poor bitch’s eyes bugged out of her sockets as the muffled grunt was easily heard in the barn. Samson plunged cruelly into the tight fitting glove, piercing her to the bone time and time again, his fat head pushing hard against her cervix, daring it to open up and let him in.

After several minutes Samson backed off and allowed David to take his place, ramming his identical cock all the way in, pounding just as cruelly as his twin brother. Each of them tag-teamed her pussy; pounding it over and over again, till her creamy juices began to run dry; trickling down her inner thighs. Her abused pussy was stretched as wide as her ass when the friction began to grow more intense. Samson and David kept her cumming continuously, neither one wanting to explode first. After nearly fifteen minutes of non-stop fucking, David exploded first, pinning his hips against her rounded ass, lodging his cock completely within her clenching canal. David bucked and jerked wildly as his cum shot from his horse-sized cock, filling the abused bitch to overflowing proportions. A tiny bit of froth leaked out from the seal as David backed out, making room for Samson to pump his cock in, amidst his brother’s cum, to add his own personal love potion. Gregor watched happily as the bitch’s belly seemed to automatically expand with the amount of semen gathered deep within her.

The two stallions returned to Gregor’s side, as Gregor rose. He went back to the girl again, raised her head to look into his eyes. “Yes,” he exclaimed, “pregnant bitches should fetch a pretty penny at my parties.” He could see the instant terror in the young girl’s face. “From now on, you’re gonna be my puppy production factory. You’ll be poppin’ out little black pups from now till the day you die. Lots of people like preggie bitches. Yeah … gonna suck those milk filled titties non-stop!”

Gregor let her head drop once more, to allow the thought to seep into her frazzled brain, and to allow the other female bitches know what could lay in store for them if they fucked up! There would be no room for advancement if they became a breeder bitch! Gregor knew he could make money, selling the babies on the market, in addition to selling his pregnant bitch’s services. It was a win-win situation for him. He moved back to his seat informing the stallions they were to fuck her on a daily basis to make sure she was pregnant. They nodded and smiled greatly, thankful for the loyal reward, knowing they would take great pleasure in fulfilling their obligations.

Gregor then announced it was time to release the female bitches. It was their turn at the two bound dogs. The stallions quickly moved towards their cages, and released the first two.

The first two female bitches strolled merrily up to the two bound ones, knowing full well what was expected of them. Each one crawled up, nuzzling their noses in and around each muff, laving their tongues over the sweet, splayed flesh, and then dipping their tongues into the ass that contained gallons and gallons of cum. Each dog knew they were supposed to lick the bound ones to orgasms, while only drinking enough of the cum collected in their anal cavity to allow plenty for all the others to sample.

The two bound ones shuddered and bucked under the expert tongues of each female that tended to them. Each time they convulsed, their caverns flooded with moisture, giving the lappers plenty more to suckle down and clean up. The two bound ones could not stop the never ending roller coaster ride they were on, being taken up one hill, only to come crashing down the incline, racing up to the tip of the next, only to repeat the process over and over again. Each female that crawled up took their sweet time, licking up and down along their thighs as well as across their holes, suckling in as much as they possibly could.

The bound ones were so weak from the hours of non-stop sex, imposed upon them, hanging like limp rag dolls, unable to respond back to the pleasures destroying their bodies, wondering and hoping when it would all end. Little did the new girl know that Gregor had saved the new skank bitch for last, also saving her for the new girl.

Gregor knew there were issues between the two, and knew that the skank would take full advantage of the bound one, and that the bound one would despise, knowing the skank was licking out her flooded pussy, and cleaning her ass with the long, snake-like tongue of hers. As the stallions let her out of the cage, she strolled right by the new girl, almost commanding her attention. As she strolled by with the Samson’s guidance, she wriggled her tongue through her lips, letting the new girl see and hopefully recognize who it was that was about to stick that slithering tongue into her.

The new girl tried her best to tighten all her muscles, totally despising the one that had been purchased along with her. All her efforts were futile, though. She was way too weak, too tired, and too overcome with emotions, to put up a fight against the other new girl. In her mind though, Gregor could see her struggling; struggling to keep her sanity; struggling to find enough energy to ward off the inevitable attack, struggling to come to terms with the fact that there was nothing she could do about what was about to happen!

The toothless wonder moved into position and began all the way down at her ankles, slithering her tongue all the way up, obviously driving the bound girl crazy, for the tiny bumps formed on her skin immediately, followed shortly thereafter by the sounds of moaning. The chamber-maid-to-be knew to follow the actions of the others with Gregor so near, for she did not want to end up like the two in the stockades. Her tongue ran through the pink, swollen, overly fleshy, inner folds swollen fully with desire, drenched in unique tasting wetness.

She thrust her tongue deeply into the opening, feeling the inner muscles squeeze around the invading tongue. Gregor could see the mix of emotions once again on the new girl’s face. She hated it, yet she loved it; she hated who it was that was pleasuring her, yet she couldn’t deny the wonderful sensations that continued to repeatedly wash through her own body. She repeatedly darted her tongue in and out, tongue fucking her bound counterpart, elated to have finally been able to get to her!

When Gregor had called out that it was time to finish up, the nemesis bitch, wickedly drove her long pink tongue into the still-oozing ass. Lapping what she could while simultaneously thrusting her tongue in and out of the slimy pool. She wouldn’t go away, continually rimming the wide anal opening, keeping it moist and wet. It wasn’t until one of the stallions came along and pulled her off that the new girl finally felt some reprieve.

However, the skank found it in her to give the new girl some of her own medicine. As she was being led away the skank gathered up a mouthful of saliva and spat. The huge globule landed on her face and ever so slowly trickled down her cheek. She snickered and cackled happily on her way back to the cage where she, along with all the others curled comfortably, watching the two bound ones continue to suffer.

Gregor slowly rose to his feet, led his stallions back to their stalls and locked them in. He quietly closed up the barn at one end, and strode along the line of cages and stalls, moving towards the other end, passing the bound ones without comment, and without acknowledgement, other than to say, “Doc will be back to check on you in the morning!”

Reaching the other end of the barn, Gregor shut off the lights and closed the large doors, casting everything inside in total blackness; destined to stay that way until the Doctor arrived. He knew that Doc also instilled fear in all the animals. Gregor headed inside in search of some soft companionship from one of his house maids.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Both females were used and abused once they had been through all the males that were freed from their cages. Girl’s asshole was stretched open and oozed with assorted hot cum from various males that took it hard and deep. The ring was no longer puckered and pink; it was stretched and as red as her ass cheeks from the first part of the punishment.

Both their sleek bodies lay over the horses, limp and lifeless as neither lifted their eyes or head to look to Gregor as he made his way over to them and stood between them. Their eyes opened slightly, long enough to see the black boots he wore then closed again. I was as if it took to much energy even to do the slightest of tasks.

‘We’re not done yet! We’re just giving you a little break! I suggest you eat up some food in there. You’re going to need the energy!’ they had both heard him say as their bodies barley showed their breaths being taken and released. Girl felt him push the bag to her mouth as she was forced to take the dry nasty tasting dog food within her mouth as she just let it fall back out and into the bag. She had no energy to chew, she had no energy to hold her head up or even move her fingers within the boxing gloved he had upon her feet and hands. She knew he held a proud cocky grin upon his face, one that she’d have loved to rip off but that wasn’t going to happen, just yet.

Her eyes lifted as she watched him turn, and place her back to her as he began to yell at the other dark haired girl that faced her. His voice was filled with anger and hate toward her as he screamed out, ‘you, my stupid bitch, need to be taught a lesson; a lesson that will change your life forever!’ Girl knew the other was in for more, and she knew she was as well. He wasn’t done with either female. Girl heard the flesh to flesh connection as she looked up and seen his arm move as he slapped the dark haired bitch’s face hard, once again. Girl couldn’t see him slap her but she knew her head went to the side fast and hard, and if she felt anything like her she would be numb to the pain by now.

‘Fuck her pussy! Fuck it real good and deep! Push it all the way in and fill her womb with your rich, thick, black seed!’ He shouted to the twin well built stallion studs. The dark haired bitch hung there from the binds that held her there and those wooden horses supported her limp body. She had enough energy to let out a few muffled sounds around the gag as the first twin stallion pierced her full and to the hilt within his steel rod like eleven inch cock. He jutted her body forth as she felt the wooden horses under her almost fold to let her body hang from the stocks she was bound within. He quickly pulled her back as he pushed fully in and out of her sopping wet cunt. His sounds sounded exactly like an Arabian stud horse taking his mare without care of how hard he rammed his length stiff prick within her pussy, as long as he got what was his.

The bitch knew she was in for a long ride as he pumped and pounded her hard with his muscular body. His hands gripped her tightly almost as if she was caught in a vise. She whimpered as his hard heavy balls slapped against her, partially because she couldn’t resist how good they felt as they slapped against her, and the other part was due to his flared head opening her cervix wide as he prepared to fill it with his hot full load of cum. His mission was to fuck her and fill her, to breed the bitch that now had another purpose and it was her sole purpose on the ranch till she was no longer able to be bred. Samson reared like the stud stallion he was as he almost reached his orgasm and pulled his rock hard cock out and stepped aside letting his twin step up and slip into her sopping wet hole and fuck her just as hard. He slapped her ass as he did. He pressed her shoulders against the stocks and jutted his body against hers. He forced his flared head in and out of her cervix time and time again as he took her with no mercy like his brother. They went back and forth, each pulling out right before cumming and telling the other have another stab in all senses of the word at her stretched wide cunt.

David was the first to fill the dark haired bitch with his seed as he reared up like a stallion and rammed his thick oversized wand of pleasure into her hole and flooded it with his cum. Samson stood next in line as he stroked his stiff meat through his fist while waiting his turn. He loved the sight of black meat going into ivory flesh it gave his a sense of power. David stepped aside and left his twin brother take over, Samson wasted no time as he quickly got behind her as soon as his brother identical fuck rod was out of her hole and plunged his own in and groaned with satisfaction. Her pussy was still semi tight around his cock as his hip pumped against her ass. David’s hot seed warmed his pole while he prepared to fill the bitch’s cunt himself as the slopping wet pussy felt like a loose dripping glove around his cock he fucked it for all its worth and filled it full following the path of his brother as he smacked her ass once hard leaving a deep dark red large hand print upon the creamy welted canvas.

Once the twin Arabian black stallions were finished Samson pulled out and they stood there with wimp rods dangling down before them, even wimp their meaty poles looked bigger than normal. They had proven to be well worth the money and more Gregor had paid for them. They crossed their muscular arms over their chests and watched as the bitche’s cunt gushed with their seed. The grins upon their faces showed their pride as they turned on the balls of their heels in sync and returned to their Master and each one took a side and stood proudly like soldiers along side him as he sat in his chair. They stayed there as their Master rose and walked to the dark haired bitch and lifted her head to look into her glazed over eyes and spoke.

‘Yes, pregnant bitches should fetch a pretty penny at my parties. From now on, you’re gonna be my puppy production factory. You’ll be poppin’ out little black pups from now till the day you die. Lots of people like preggie bitches. Yeah … gonna suck those milk filled titties non-stop!’ The look in the dark haired girl’s face was one filled with terror knowing she would now be a breeding factory for the twin stallions that just raped her cunt hard simultaneously. She closed her eyes and knew not to shed a tear before him; she knew that her tears would only be silent from that point on.

Every other female and male within their cages knew that they could be next for the punishment. They curled up silently in their cages feeling waiting patiently for their piece of the action; satisfied they could share in the fun of the punishment, yet didn’t wish to be next for it. The dark haired girl knew that was it for her, she was nothing more than a breeder, no longer will she have a chance to be anything more but the stallion’s fuck toy, their cum dumpster to leave deposits and fill her till she was able to be bred again and again. Even thought she’d be pregnant they would have their way till they couldn’t any more she was marked, owned not only by the man in black but those two black ones as well. Those two turned on a dime and trotted like prime black studs to the cages of the female bitches who were next inline to have their fun not that the males were all done and placed away once again to watch the bit of female on female action that was going to take place.

The first two hungry female bitches crawled almost greedily up to the two bound ones, knowing full well what was expected of them, knowing this was a privilege to have, to share. Each one crawled up, nuzzling their noses in and around each cum filled asshole and pussy offered to them to taste and enjoy. They lapped their hungry tongues over the sweet, splayed deep pink abused and raw flesh, and then dipped their tongues into the ass that contained gallons and gallons of once heated seed. Each dog knew they were supposed to lick the bound ones to orgasms, while only drinking enough of their inner essence collected in their anal cavity to allow plenty for all the others to sample of the others, even though most desired the milky cream of the studs from the two whore’s cunts.

The two bound ones withered upon the wooden horses that held their limp worn bodies up on display for the rest to view and enjoy. Their bodies like their minds were fried with what had been unfolding for hours and hours. Endless multiple climaxes one after another from all sized meaty poles within their asses and now endless laps, suckles and fingerings of females in both their abused holes was taking place. It was a steady riding roller coaster of ups and down through the body as well as the mind for both bitches each forced to enjoy and cum on command almost to the persuasions of pink laving tongues driving in and out of their raw fuck holes.

After each bitch was done upon the two they were lead back to their cages by the black studded pony boys and locked back in to watch until the line of hungry pussy lapping females were done. There was only one more to go, and that one was saved for last and was saved for the new young whore only as the dark haired bitch was able to finally lay limp and try to regain anything she was able to after the train that had been upon her. Everything got quiet around the barn as the both the punished and abused females heads hung down with their eyes closed, both thinking it was over finally. Little did Girl know it wasn’t for her, not by a long shot.

The sound of feet upon the cement floor as well as scraping and panting was heard as both girls lifted their eyes up and tried to see where it was coming from. They felt the shadowing of the stud over them as they stayed splayed open for all to view. Girl growled as she saw the toothless skank crawl by her and lick her lips. She wandered to the dark haired one first and took a few teasing laps against her pussy and then rimmed her loose asshole a bit as her tongue swirled around it and then dipped into it tasting the last of the twin studs seeping seed on her tongue as she savored it. She laughed out in a way that made Girl’s flesh crawl upon her body as she watched her crawl around, and along her side.

She knew the skank was dying to get at her and there was nothing the girl could do but take it which pissed her off even more. Girl tried to fight it by tightening her muscles all thru her body the best she could, the harder she made it for the bitch the better the girl would feel within. Girl looked over the rim of the feedbag gag and caught the slithering tongue flicking about that dripped of saliva and assorted mixtures of cum. The Girl laid there lifeless as ever muscle in her body hurt in pain as the skank took her place behind her; finally she loosened up and dropped her head as if she were a possum playing dead from its prey. That didn’t work as she felt the toothless bitch start at her used asshole.

Girl tried to struggle as she felt the nasty dirty bitche’s tongue slip into her deep pink crevice hole and begin to start twirling and dipping in and out of it taking the once heated seed from within it that was left. She felt her hot panting breaths against her welted ass cheeks as her face pressed in between them as far as she could get it and her lips press around that puckered hole, and she sucked and drank from her star shaped opening. Her mouth moved from one opening down to the other as she circled her very sensitive clit with her tongue and then began chewing and flicking it about. The skank knew that she held the power now; she was the one who had the upper hand between her and the girl now. The grin upon her face showed it as she moved her head back and showed her proud cum and pussy juice covered face right before she drove her face tightly between the girl’s ass cheeks again and devoured her cunt with her mouth and ate her feverishly.

She stopped and teased her by poking her fingers in and out of her splayed open snatch as she licked from her ankles up along her inner thighs and back down the other gumming her flesh as she drilled her now four fingers in and out of her hole trying to fist the girl for a payback. She pulled her hand back as her tongue drove into the depths of the pink, swollen, inner folds of her pussy and tasted the meshed juices and drank all she could, as she raked her teeth hard along the girl’s inner pussy walls as she girl struggled and tried to rock back and forth to stop it or to remove the horses from under her.

Finally that was enough as she was called to return to her cage but not before she returned the spat and spit upon the girl a couple times as she did to her. Girl knew that if there was ever a chance she would kill her instantly with no remorse. The skank snickered and cackled as the stud led her back to her cage and locked it behind her. He watched as she turned around and knelt against the cage door with her fingers tightly around the links and shook it as she laughed this evil shrilling laugh. Girl knew the broad was nuts and needed to be placed out of her misery, and one day she’d be the hunter of the nasty prey and do the deed and not look back or ever dream those dark dreams about it.

She heard the studded stallions getting returned to their stalls and then heard the deep voice of her master speak as he walked by them. ‘Doc will be back to check on you in the morning!’ was all he said as she shuffled by them scraping his boots upon the cement floor as she stopped and hit the lights off and closed the barn doors behind him feeling the arousal from the days events. He knew he was now in need of relief as he headed back to his mansion to find a bitch or two maybe three to take care of his raging hard-on that was tightly tucked away within his pants. He knew they would be waiting to bed him, to fuck him, to wrap their lips around his thick hard pole. The thought of having so much power made him feel as if he was walking on gold lined clouds. He knew his lust of women, sex and power would one day pay off and it had and quite well.

Both girls hung there limp and abused as they left their minds and bodies find peace, though with each sound in the barn they snapped awake and tensed up thinking they were going to be taken again. They would close their eyes and another sound would be heard again only to make them jump awake in terror, but that was what was to happen to keep them aware of what could happen again and again if they got out of line once more. Finally silence was among the barn allowing them to get a couple solid hours of sleep till the sound of the squeaking feed carts heading up and down the cages serving the bowls of food and filling water dishes for all the caged bitches.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

They snapped awake and looked to each other thru dark hollow eyes, and tried to move but couldn’t. Next they felt slaps upon their asses as the doctor stood there between them while the two studs looked over them from behind. Both tensed up thinking they were to be fucked again by the black stallions. The doctor nodded as the studs undid the two limp females from the stocks and took off the boxing gloves and untied them then gave them a shove, “Up whores and let’s go now! I have no time to fuck around with you two useless bitches!” He yelled as the studs pushed them from the wooden horses to the floor as the feed bag gag emptied to the floor and one reached down to remove it then took care the gag from the dark haired one as well.

Samson and David grabbed the dark haired one by her hair and pulled her to her feet as her knees gave out and she fell again hard to the floor as he did it again and held her by her hair till she was able to stand stable before him. “You better get yourself together whore before I have no fucking mercy and his black cock takes you again! Got it bitch?” he yelled to the one as he was in her face, she could feel his hot breath upon her face, the stench smell of cigars and booze. She didn’t respond as her knees were weak, her throat was dry and she needed a drink and a decent night sleep. Her days were now set for her as it was. She was a toy now, to be used and abused by the studs so nothing mattered, they could do as they wished she was broke as far as she could be broken now. They killed her inner spirit and she felt as if she had died.

Samson grabbed her and yanked her along to the open barn doors as she felt the heat upon her naked flesh as the girl was drug behind her by David, who grabbed her by the back of the neck and led her out as well to greet the new bright day. No matter how bright the sun was the day was still dark. It would remain that until the day she dies or is released, and she was told that would never ever happen.

The studs stopped and placed them on a platform, dragging them up upon the cement slab as they stood over them as they dropped to the cement ad laid there. Suddenly that too familiar sound was heard again and the freezing cold water was felt upon their flesh as they felt as if they went into chock. Hard bristles scraped across their bodies as suds formed as they were being cleansed hard by the studs. They showed no mercy upon the bitches, it wasn’t their job, they were to be harsh and cold as their master taught them to be and they dared not defy him. They scrubbed them down covering each bit of flesh there was upon their limp bodies and then sprayed them with the clean water to get them scrubbed up and ready again for an examination.


Doc yelled and the studs ripped them up again and drug them along as they headed for another barn, this time one that was not filled with rows upon rows of cages but only a few where there seemed to be mainly bred bitches locked up with big swollen bellies. They were placed upon tables covered with paper and made to lift their feet into stirrups as each stud strapped them down tightly. Neither fought, neither made a sound or a move to defy what was taking place. Once that was done Sampson and David stepped aside and watched as Doc pulled trays over and began tests upon the dark haired one as she winced out feeling pain as he began his examination. Her pussy was raw and inflamed within, as she cried softly within closing her eyes and biting down upon her bottom lip tasting her own blood as he continued.

Once her test was done he placed it aside and waited for the morning after test to show results and laughed as he fingered her hole with all four fingers feeling about as she thrashed her head side to side. “Bitch better hope she’s with puppies or she’s tied up again for you two boys! She’s already raw and sore it seems but she could use another fucking I bet , nice and hard cock is all she’s going to have day in and out from now on!” he laughed as did the two brother studs. Samson grabbed his meat and laid it on her lips as Doc watched and grinned, “Suck it whore!” Her lips opened as she did, taking the thick semi- swollen head between her lips and began to suck. “Harder! Deeper!” he yelled to her as she felt slaps against her breasts with the Doc’s large hands till she obeyed. “Suck that black cock till he cums, and swallow the full load!”

The wheels of the chair rolled to the girl who laid there quietly as she was next to feel the large black twin cock slap her lips and drag back and forth across it. She opened her mouth and as David went to stick it in, she bit hard on the swollen head as he slapped her face hard, her head moved to the opposite side faster than ever before. “You dirty cunt, you fucking whore, you will pay for that!” David yelled into her face as the Doc began his examination. Girl felt the hot saliva drip from the stud’s mouth and upon her face as he yelled calling her various names. Inside she was grinning evilly but outside her face held no emotion, Girl didn’t even blink, not a flinch as she felt proud any to know it would be reported back to their Master, and she would pay.

Doc began his exam; he had a thing for this scrawny bitch but would never let on yet, one day he would ask to buy her for himself from Gregor like he has done with a few lanky females that Gregor didn’t seem to be too fond of. He fingered her pussy and her cleaned up ass till he felt his own need growing within as he reached down and rubbed his cockhead in his pants. He raised his hand from his pants as he waved the two studs out after Sampson got his rocks off and the bitch swallowed his full load as told. David wasn’t to pleased as he knew he would have another stab at the bitch and would show her no mercy when that time came. They trotted out and closed the door behind them.

Doc stood up and moved to the side of the table as he undid his pants and Girl caught his rigid pole spring out and smack her in the face as he then warned her, “You bite me and I’ll ruin your insides for life whore. I want my cock sucked now!” He grabbed her face and forced her mouth open as he crawled up on the table and pushed his hips to her face and gagged her with his cock giving her no chance to bite. “Bite me and you like your friend back in the other barn will be toothless as well. That’s what we do to whores that bite!” Girl knew she didn’t wish to be like the skank and began taking his cock into her throat and he fucked her face, filling her mouth, her throat with his stiff prick till he groaned loudly and felt his balls lift and tighten as his seed boiled within. “F-Fuck y-yes whore, s-suck me hard!” he yelled out as he released to her throat as he rammed his cock down into her thigh airway.

Doc moaned and groaned as he placed his hand on her forehead and pivoted his hips and took her mouth as if it was a pussy to be fucked and abused. He came twice over and groaned loudly while doing so. “Fuck yea; I want you as mine whore!” From that moment on Doc had a mission to snatch the little treasure from his boos as soon as possible, to make sure Gregor knew she was worthless and she’d be no good for him. The plan was to begin as soon as he could figure out how to set it in motion.

Once he was done he pulled back and left her swallow his cum and got off doing up his pants with a grin. He turned and walked to the counter and looked at the test. It was blue; she was knocked up with one of the twin black stallions pup, or perhaps more than one. He knew that would make the Boss’s day knowing this information. He opened the door and called the two in, he gave Sampson orders to put the pregnant bitch in one of the cages out side in the barn that was known as the breeding barn which housed those that were knocked up and those that were due to be next.

He gave girl another shot for prevention of pregnancy and it would also slow down her monthly cycle like he gave all the rest that was something the Boss didn’t like dealing with, bleeding bitches. They had no use at that time; for they couldn’t do anything not even serve at gatherings. He untied the girl and gave her to David, to take outside and to be placed in pony gear at the open stables and to be fed and watered by a bitch. She was to remain there till Bossman got up and inspected her.

David grumbled under his breath as he drug her out to the stable and placed her within an open stall, cuffed her ankle to a steel pole while he fit her with the whole sha-bang, bit and reigns upon a harness. He decided to skip the greasing of the tail plug and rammed it in her ass hard making her cry within like the dark haired girl now did. Once he was fitted semi-dressed as a pony girl he whistled and had her food brought to her and left her to figure out how she was to eat and drink with the bit in her mouth stretching it at the corners. He had it tight, to tight in fact as she felt the pain.

David trotted away and went back to his own stall and awaited their Master to arrive that morning. He met Sampson who seemed quite pleased with his release. He knew it bugged his brother that he was able to get off and he didn’t. David was the stronger dominate brother between them, and he could easily take Sampson, and Sampson knew it well enough. They were locked within one stall that was actually two that joined the others so they could move freely between them both.

Everything was quiet as Sampson laid back on his thick bunk with his eyes closed, and David knew that grin upon his face was one that was of gloat as he marched over and whipped his semi hard cock out to his brother’s lips and Sampson opened his eyes and knew if he didn’t obey he would only get him later. David being the alpha between them knew how to make sure his brother did as told. He watched as Sampson was now the cum guzzling male whore and took his cock into his throat as David jacked off the rest that he couldn’t take and groaned out. He pumped the bit of thick hard flesh in his fist as he felt his balls tighten as Sampson gave him a fast head job to ease him of his blue balls.

It was a quick release on David’s part as he watched his brother’s cheeks fill up with his hot seed that erupted within his mouth and throat as he sucked him off. David grinned now, it was his turn to show pride and let his ego flare up and chest puff. Once he was done, he pulled back letting his meat soften as the small leather loincloth dropped over it, yet never covered the black pole fully always showing three or four inches from the tip of the head back. They didn’t mind, they were proud to show what they had, as they were hung.

David walked away and laid on his bunk feeling relieved now that his balls were emptied within his brother’s mouth and throat as they awaited their Master to arrive and give them their daily orders. Each day it was different, and they knew there was a gathering soon to happen. They would pump up and be oiled down to show off almost naked but their pony gear before the crowds of rich horny men and women that attend the affairs that their master held frequently.

 

[SparkyMan]

Gregor awoke that morning to a pleasurable sensation of warm, wet lips surrounding his cock. As he opened his eyes, he found one of his currently assigned chamber maids, diligently suckling his stiff prick within her mouth, expectant eyes, looking up at him. He smiled, allowing his attendant continue as he lay back down, enjoying the fruits of his acquisitions. He held back as long as he could, making her work for his release, which he eventually gave to her. He opened his eyes to see her eagerly swallowing everything he had to offer. He smiled, watching her lick her lips like a happy cat, having drank the the thick cream.

She excused herself to prepare his morning bath and disappeared into the bathroom, drew his bath and awaited his arrival.

Days like this were not uncommon for Gregor. He had become accustomed to expecting such treatment from his personal staff, otherwise they'd suffer his wrath. There was no limit to the extent that Gregor would go to either punish, or discipline his servants. The events of yesterday paled in comparison to many of the other things that Gregor had done, or was capable of doing without second thought. He never worried about his activities, for he was seemingly above the law. As far as Gregor was concerned, he was the law!

He finished his bath, ate a generous breakfast and headed to his study to evaluate his calendar and make preparations for tomorrow's planned gala. He called in his servants and made sure all were making the necessary preparations for the all day event. He called the caterers and ensured there would be plenty of fare available. He double checked the guest list and made sure that he had all the appropriate accessories needed to make their visit complete and enjoyable. He cross-referenced his guests with his proposed acquisitions. He was sure that each of the guests would be thoroughly entertained. He would see to it!

By the time he had completed his office work, the morning had passed. The sun was high, and Gregor changed into his work clothes. Black jeans, black boots, and a black tee shirt, the sleeves ripped off to make room for his bulging muscles. He walked noisily to the door and fetched his hat to keep the bright sun from his eyes. He opened the door and headed out to check on his livestock.

He headed to the barn and found each of the cages lined neatly, all the animals confined appropriately, though two cages were empty. He wondered if Doc had finished with the girls, silently noting that he hadn't called to inform him of the status of each bitch! Nonetheless, he strolled to the far side of the barn and spotted his two handsome stallions resting peacefully. He jiggled the latch, rousing them as they scrambled to their feet. He asked them about the girls and Doc. David had informed him that Doc had indeed inspected the girls and that the one bitch had been separated from the rest because of her current status, and that the new girl was outside awaiting him. David also supplied him with the fact that the new girl had nearly ruined his manhood when she had bit down on him. Gregor growled and assured David he would take care of that immediately. He checked to make sure no harm was done, and David smiled, confiding to his Master that everything was in working order.

Sampson added that they had trussed up the new girl in full pony regalia, and that his training whip was by the outer door for his use.

Gregor's eyes snapped wide open! "WHAT?" His voice rattled everyone in the barn, stirring all the animals to their feet wondering what was wrong. "She's a goddamn BITCH! She's no where near ready to be a goddamn Pony Girl! Who authorized that?"

David cowered a bit, lowering his head in shame, full of sorrow for disappointing his Master. Without raising his eyes, "Doc said to put her in pony gear and get her ready for you!"

Gregor swallowed the lump in his throat, holding back his anger and keeping himself in check! He would deal with Doc at a later point. Right now he had other matters to attend to. He turned back to the stallions. "Go back to the Preggie Pig Pen and fuck that bitch repeatedly. Don't come back until you're drained dry! Understand?" David and Sampson, eagerly accepted their task, scurrying to obey their Master. They walked with him out the back door and headed in their direction, while Gregor walked up to the new girl.

His demeanor had changed dramatically as he approached the new girl, all trussed in full pony gear. It was hard to hide the snicker upon his face, for she looked rather silly, dressed as a pony with hardly any hair! She wouldn't be anywhere near pony status until he allowed her hair to grow to such a length! He shook his head in front of her. "They shouldn't have done this," he commented, reaching up to pet her softly. He kept his distance just in case she thought about attacking him. He noticed the shackled ankles and moved a bit closer. He freed her from all her binds except the bit in her mouth. He had been informed of her biting tendencies and he would take care of that. He coaxed the girl into a position where she was on all fours, her 'tail' draping from her ass. He reached down and gripped the horsehair tail and tugged, gently nudging, slowly pulling the large dildo from the ass that had been fucked repeatedly the day before. He gazed upon the open hole that once held the tail in place, reminiscing how he had fucked it the day before!

Gregor attached a leash and grabbed his whip, just in case. He looked down and asked her, "We won't have a problem taking a walk back to the barn will we?" He waved the whip in front of her face in case she considered fighting him. She hung her head down low. She had been defeated, though she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of a reply. They walked side by side along the concrete platform, down across the hard dirt, and into the barn. She was on all fours as the two walked in.

If she thought she was being taken back to her cage, she was gravely mistaken, for Gregor placed her back in the very same stockade she had occupied yesterday, locking the board around her neck. He then secured her limbs to the sawhorse legs. After that, Gregor disappeared to his stockpile of various items and reappeared about five minutes later, gripping something indiscernable in his large fist. He shoved his fist in his pocket and pulled out an empty hand, save for some leather straps dangling from his pocket. He ambled to the new girl and undid the bit from her mouth, easing the strain on her mouth. He dropped the bit to the floor and viciously, surprisingly slapped her across the face. Her head reeled to the side, the red handprint clearly evident on her face. "So you think having teeth is in your favor?" His hand reared back and slapped her again. "You wanna bite, do you?" This time he hit her with a back hand, sending her head flying the other way. He quickly spotted the thin trail of blood flowing from the split lip. He gripped her chin tightly and held her head up forcing her to look into his eyes. "Keep it up and you won't have teeth to bite anything, including food!"

Gregor let her head drop, quickly fetching the item in his pocket. He produced a large silver ring with two leather straps attached to each side of the steel 'O'! Gregor pinched her cheeks and forced the ring into her mouth and then attached the straps behind her head, forcing her mouth in a permanently opened position. The ring was large enough to stretch her jaws painfully wide and to allow many a cock, easy passage into her mouth, without threat of damage from her teeth! Gregor eyed the girl and could feel his cock swell with anticipation of fucking that face!

He pulled his zipper down and fished out his large cock, gripping it within his fist. He slapped the semi-flaccid length back and forth across her reddened cheeks as the blood began to fill his rod. He turned to the caged and howled, "Whaddaya think ...how 'bout we all take turns at her mouth today?" Suddenly the noise in the barn became deafening as the dogs began to howl.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Girl heard all the yelling at the far end of the barn, the doors closest to her were open a bit yet she was still a good 150 feet from where the commotion was taking place. She cringed knowing that this would be another day in her new ‘shit hole’ that she was told her new home that would end up with her doing something against her will, or being used like a whore. She tried so hard to remember what life was like before all this, and nothing came to mind. Girl wished just to remember her name, a face a place but there was nothing but darkness. This was to be what she recalls her life to be when she was old if she lived to be old.

The sun began to beat down upon her, as the leather began to get hot and heavy, she could feel the weight upon her fragile thin body as the sweat began to slick down her flesh with glistening salty tear drops under the leather as she could feel them racing off her rounded cheeks as well as her breasts and forehead into her eyes. She could hear the hoofs of the twin black stallions clip clopping away across the barn cement floor as she listened carefully from outside. The next sound was familiar boots across the gravel drive toward her, she knew who the belonged to which made her cringe as she dropped her head and eyes and waited for more abuse to take place. She heard his boots stop at her side as she not bothered to look up as she remembered those words he had said to her from the beginning to not look to him.

‘They shouldn't have done this’, he said to her as she stood there with her eyes cast down feeling him caress her. She felt warmth run through her for the first time, yet she knew it wouldn’t last long, she knew it was an emotion that wasn’t to be felt here in this hell hole. Quickly she closed that emotion off to him; she closed it off completely and never wished it to be felt again. That brick wall was up; she left her guard down for his touch and knew that she needed to be careful as to doing that. Girl knew she was being broken down and knew she needed to fight that feeling. She raised her eyes enough to catch a bit of a snicker upon his face as he looked her over. Girl noticed he kept his distance from her, she had no energy to fight him, and her fight was worn down from the weight of the leather as well as the day before punishment. The shackles were heavy upon her thin boney ankles as she felt relief as he released her from them as well as the weighted cuffs from about hr wrists, for that she was grateful which once the leather was all removed she could feel the difference upon her body. She’d have told him thank you but she wasn’t to speak and couldn’t with the bit within her mouth if she wanted to anyways.

She allowed him to position her, she sighed behind the bit as she moved to all fours feeling the plug tail be released from her anus opening as the muscle puckered closed quickly as she felt relief. Girl felt the leash be attached to the collar then his words within her ear as he spoke, ‘we won't have a problem taking a walk back to the barn will we?’ she kept her head down and didn’t bother responding. Girl saw the whip and didn’t feeling like fighting him as she was lead inside the barn upon her hands and knees by the leash as she crawled aside his legs. She winced feeling the small sharp pebble like stones dig within her palms and knees as she crawled across it until the made it to the barn. The cement beneath her was a welcoming after the dirt and stone upon her flesh.

Once in the barn she almost pulled back as he stopped along side the stockade where she was bound the day before. He placed her back within it once more; she felt mixed emotions within her self as she felt the top part of the stock fit around her neck then the shackles about her ankles as he secured her. Girl knew she was in for the same full routine as yesterday, quickly she closed her mind off, and she closed her whole inner being off to any feelings that could possibly arise within her as she pushed them down deep within herself. She was there in body yet her spirit was gone, elsewhere, she was determined to not allow him to break that part of her. Girl knew he could break her bones and they would heal, but is he broke her spirit fully she would die…but she wondered if that would be that bad?

Girl watched as he turned and walked away hearing his black boots shuffle across the cement floor and then nothing but complete silence. She closed her eyes and settled in trying to find a comfort zone in the position she was literally stuck in. Suddenly he caught her off guard and startled her as she felt the bit pulled from her mouth as the tension was released and opened her eyes and looked to him realizing it was him as she was in her own zone. Quickly her eyes dropped but not her head this time, as she watched the bit fall to the floor with an echoing sound due to the silence around them. His hand came across her face from nowhere as her head quickly went to one side as she felt the pain rush through her knowing there would be a mark left as she winced and felt the burning of anger building as well as the salty tears welling within her eyes. Girl would not cry, she would not give him that satisfaction of seeing her tears fall from her eyes and along her cheeks.

‘So you think having teeth is in your favor?’ He said as he sent her head the opposite way as he slapped her hard again upon the other side of her face. Girl’s eyes filled with hate as she moved her head back and glared to him, if looks could kill the man in black would have been dead this time if not many other times before. She could feel the warmth of her blood trickle down from her broken open lip, as she felt his grab her chin hard and tight within her thumb and fingers making her look to him with her eyes filled with a hatred furry. ‘Keep it up and you won't have teeth to bite anything, including food!’ Girl wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, to take his shit hole of a life and cram it so far up his ass that it came out from his mouth like spit of even worse hoped he choked upon it like vomit within his throat.

She felt him release her chin as she had still not spoken since he had bought her, now would she perhaps ever. She watched with her dropped eyes as he placed his hand in his pocket and pulled out a gag, this time it was a silver ‘O’ shaped one with thin leather straps and a buckle for around her head, then he quickly fit it within her mouth as she gave him a bit of a struggle. Girl could careless if he beat her to death, she felt her mouth stretched open once more from a gag. This time it was different, she knew what was next, she cringed and lifted her eyes to his as she noticed that look within his eyes, the expression upon his face as he completed the task of placing that upon her head.

Girl watched as she lowered her eyes, seeing him go for his zipper and then heard that sound, one that was all too familiar sound of metal teeth and a shiver went up along her spine. She felt his semi blood filled cockhead against one cheek then the other as he teased her with it, slapping her face with his cock as he gripped it within his large hand. Girl watched how excited he got while teasing her with his cock, watching hoe the blood filling organ grew long and hard within his hand as he turned and teased the caged ones with it, with the scene he was enjoying so much. Girl was beginning to figure him out; she knew he was the type that liked being watched, he liked his ego stroked. He was materialistic, he was a show off, she knew his game now, and he liked the center of attention. She heard his words, and at that point she didn’t care how bad he humiliated her anymore. Girl was intelligent, she knew that mush about herself, and she would play his game, a game that might get his killed in the long run, but she knew she was a worthy opponent. The sound of the howling within the barn grabbed her attention and brought her back to the present as she waited….for what was to come next.

 

[SparkyMan]

Amidst the loud din coming from the caged animals, Gregor fisted his thick cock and placed the bulbous head at the opening of the bound girl's mouth. He had abused her the day before, and was about to do it again, though he really didn't want to. He hadn't planned on being this cruel to her. However, her recent behavior, left him no other choice, but than to correct her. His methods of correction, may not have been typical ways to correct behavior, but given his unique situation, and the business with which he was involved, Gregor saw the opportunity to meld two lessons into one.

This was more than punishment for the new girl. This was an opportunity for her to learn how to orally please the gentlemen she would be servicing in the near future. Gregor didn't want this to be a totally unpleasant experience for the new girl, so in the midst of his beginning motions, Gregor changed his demeanor.

As he pushed his cock forward, Gregor took his time. He gently stroked the new girl's stubbly scalp, caressing the tiny hairs, running his hands over her face, feeling her cheeks as his bulbous head slipped past the large O-ring. He could feel his cock slip along the wetness of her tongue. "I don't want to hurt you," he whispered as he withdrew slightly, before pushing his way back in. "Just be a good girl and suck my cock real nice." He wanted her to do it right. He wanted her to do it willingly. He wanted her to realize, that if she went along, he could make things very easy for her. "It doesn't have to hurt," Gregor slowly grunted, feeling his flared crown rub against the roof of her mouth. Again he drew back, sliding back in, each time, going only slightly deeper than he had before. "Sucking cock can be lots of fun, and be quite enjoyable if you let it," he offered, trying to help the new girl relax and stop fighting her inevitable fate.

Within several minutes, Gregor was sliding a good majority of his cock in and out of his young captive's mouth. The combination of the velvety softness enveloping his cock, along with the sense of power that he had, helped to fuel his efforts. He couldn't help cradling the young girl's face within his hands as he began thrusting faster and faster, feeling his release coming nearer and nearer. "Relax and swallow," he commanded, pushing forward with a bit more urgency, feeling the tip of his cock at the back of her throat. He tried to get her to get beyond that gagging reflex that most first-comers experienced. Whether it was his coaching, or her prior experience, Gregor found his flared head slipping into the tight tunnel of her throat, as her muscles began squeezing on his shaft. He was fucking into her throat as his heavy sac banged against her chin, her nose pressed into his crotch.

In and out he thrust quickly, feeling her clutching muscles, whether voluntary or involuntary, push him over the edge. Gregor drew in his breath and thrust deeply one last time, feeling his long, hard shaft pulse and swell just before he groaned out loudly, letting all the others in the barn know he was filling her mouth with his seed. He kept his entire length buried in her throat, giving no room for his slightly salty liquid to go, other than directly down her throat.

He eased himself, reluctantly, from her mouth, congratulating, and complimenting her on a job well done. Unfortunately, practice makes perfect, and repition would ensure the discipline would have some effect on her behavior. Gregor tucked his large snake back into his trousers and proceeded to move towards the cages himself.

He led the first of the many "dogs" he had in his kennel, to the bitch. He placed a choker around the dog and instructed him firmly to take it easy and not be rough on the new member of their family. The dog moved into position, placing his hands upon the stockade, steadying himself as his cock plunged wildly, trying to desperately stab into her open mouth. Once his cock slipped through the ring, he reflexively started pumping wildly. Gregor's tug caused the spikes to dig into his skin, reminding him to ease up, and be less forceful. Eventually that dog erupted, filling the young girl's mouth, although some seeped from the corners , dribbling down her chin.

One by one, Gregor led each dog in the same manner, bringing each one up to the bound girl, allowing each one to slip their cock into her open, waiting mouth. Each one was controlled by the choker around their neck, ensuring that they were not overly forceful, but more loving with the new lass. Each one was permitted to continue until they had spewed their contents. All the dogs had filled her mouth with their unique tasting sperm, most of which she swallowed, the rest dribbling down her chin in copious amounts, ultimately pooling on the floor.

Several hours had since passed, and the last male dog was finally placed back in his cage, satiated and relieved, having had their turn at the new girl for the second time in two days. Gregor looked at the tired, bound girl, her jaws, obviously aching at having been stretched open for so long. He truly did feel sorry for her, and was about to call it quit, when he heard the cackle of the female skank, reminding him, that there were females who may want to take advantage of the bound female. ...

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Girl watched as he gripped his massive hard cock in his hand, gripping around it with his thick fingers. She felt a twinge within her loins, a fire sparked as she looked to his dangling balls knowing they were filled with his heated seed. She fought her feelings, she needed to be hard on the outside as well as on the inside, he wasn’t any good to her or for her, and she was his whore like he said and nothing more. She needed to remember this was now her life; this was it, the end for her. What she was at one time she’ll never remember, what she will be and is she will die knowing.

She knew punishment was coming her way for what she had done earlier, Girl wasn’t sure that she did it for the fact that she was being rebellious or for the fact that maybe her punishment would be so severe it would take her from this world. The sounds of other around her rang through her ears as she tried blocking them out with no avail. Girl often wondered since she was bought and brought here to live like some caged animal to be whored out why all the others liked it, why they stayed and enjoyed this whole scene, she didn’t get it, nor could she ask anyone, for she didn’t speak yet, not a sound from her lips was said whether it was good or bad.

His hips pushed forth, the head of his cock was huge to Girl, so rounded and purple in color, swollen and seeping of clear pre-cum. She flinched as his hand moved toward her face, she was ready for another hard slap to send her head one way or the other, to loosen teeth perhaps, and then again perhaps he loved his women gummy who can suck his cock without the ability to bite in defense. She was caught off guard as his hand went past her face and settled upon her shaven head, as he caressed those small fine hairs that began to grow back slowly. Where was the slap she wondered, where was the names he called her to humiliate her? He caused her to break down an inkling inside, something Girl tried to not do, something she told herself every minute of the day within her mind, that her feelings were turned off, no emotions were to show yet he was causing a tiny piece of her to warm up.

Girl flinched as she felt his hand upon her face, a soft touch he wasn’t used to, she’d grown very head shy since this nightmare had begun, what her memory would allow her to remember back, which wasn’t far. His whole demeanor had done a three-sixty and she wasn’t ready for that, she hadn’t set herself up for it, this bugged her. His cock slipped through the ring and into her mouth, so smooth was the head as it glided over her warm moist tongue and along the ridges of the roof of her mouth as he pushed it into her dark warm cavern. His words released from his lips as she took his bulbous head, ‘I don’t want to hurt you,’ he said in a soft tone of voice. That was the first time he’d spoken to her as if she were a human being and not a caged bitch. She wanted to yell out for him to stop, to stop being nice, as he was messing with her head, playing a game with her, toying with her mentally. ‘It doesn’t have to hurt,’ he said to her as she raised her eyes and looked to his face as he slipped his lengthy stiff prick in her mouth deeper letting her grow accustomed to the size. Girl heard his grunts as he began to find pleasure within her mouth as he slide his cock in and back out slowly, his hips dancing before her as she took his cock inch by inch and began to try and brace herself for his full length. ‘Sucking cock can be lots of fun, and be quite enjoyable if you let it,’ he said to her as she already felt part of her wanting to please this man that has made her nothing but a branded cheap fuck toy. He tried to get her to relax and calm down as her mind and heart raced.

Girl began to take him willingly, no longer fighting him letting him set a rhythmic pace with his hips as he moved them back and forth, her tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft as he fed it to her as if it were a sweet strawberry, a treat to be enjoyed and savored. Girl adjusted quickly to the thickness and length as she relaxed herself, her throat and let him thrust into her tight airway, letting her swallow around him each time and squeeze his cock with her tight throat muscles. Girl felt his cock expand; she felt each and every vein along her tongue as he pulled and pushed it along it, and out of reflex she raked her teeth lightly and gently along his prick, adding to that feeling that her mouth was giving him, as she heard his grunts and groans, his deep breath and that told her she was bringing him pleasure as he buried her nose within his curled pubes as well as slapped her chin with his weighted sac. ‘Relax and swallow’ he said to her as she knew he was closer to releasing to her throat.

His hips began to move faster as she took him easily into her throats depth, letting him set his pace as she swallowed his prick, finding giving him was quite enjoyable, a pleasure she was beginning to like doing, but could never let him know. She was beginning to ache within, wanting to feel his cock within her cunt fucking her hard and deep to make her cum like no other could, and let her enjoy it for once and not be of something gross and nasty. She whimpered out as she felt his cock slid over her tongue, as her tongue swirled around the thick swollen purple head as he pulled back. She tried giving his knob a bit of attention before he forced it back down her throat as she swallowed again and again letting him feel those muscles as if they were squeezing him, as if she was letting him know that she wanted to take his load of hot cum into her stomach willingly.

He released and shot glob after glob of his milky hot man seed into her throat as she swallowed while looking into his eyes, seeing past the evil exterior seeing more yet not letting on as her mouth was his dumpster, her throat a tunnel to the pit of her stomach where his seed shall lay. He let her know what kind of job she did at tending to his cock with her mouth, how he was pleased with her cock sucking ability, and then there came that negative with that ol’ positive. She now had to service all the males, sucking each and every cock in the barn one by one. She felt that wall fly back up and the hate return once more for the man.

Girl watched as he left and one by one opened the cages up and each male took his turn using her mouth as their personal cum dumpster. Girl showed no emotion, she let most of the cum dribble out of her mouth, unless she couldn’t and had to swallow it. Girl could care less now, she was caught off guard, and left herself fall into that trap, letting him fool her that he was kind, and perhaps maybe cared for her and wanted to at least be civil towards her but that wasn’t the plan, his plan was to get her to trust then shit on her which he just did. Girl grew hard again, no longer was that turned on aroused feeling there, it was replaced by hatefulness and anger for everything and everyone around her.

Time had passed and each and every male had gotten their turn and used her as their cum guzzling whore, to deposit their body fluids one right after another as they trained her. Girl was relieved when the last male was done and placed back in his cage, she had closed her eyes and wept within, and silent tears until she heard a sound, a sound that caused the hairs upon the back f her neck stand up, as she lifted her eyes and looked across the way. She knew if daggers flew from her eyes with the look she gave the skank, that the bitch would be dead, perhaps if ever a time, just a few minutes alone that’s what would happen, maybe she would go to prison for murder, and then she’d be a free bird from this hell hole even if it was only to enter another.

Girl watched as her master began to allow the girls to take their turn upon her, they were able to do things to her that the males were not allowed to, they were able to suckle her nipples, and lick her cunt, making her cunt, and once they were aroused they got up and stood before her and rubbed their cunts against her face till they came over and over and then she was demanded to eat each cum filled seeping pussy like she had to take the cum from the males cocks. They grinded their cunts against her face and by the time she was done her whole face glistened with pussy cum and juices. Girl felt a long finger begin to move in and out of her wet throbbing cunt, she heard the cackle and realized it was the fucking skank that was dipping into her wet seeping pussy. Girl tried to move, tried to fight her but that was impossible. Girl looked and watched as their Master stood there watching girl getting finger fucked and licked out by the skank, watching as she drove her tongue in and out of both holes as well as her fingers, and now and then reaching aground and yanking a hard nipple between her fingertips and thumbs and rolling it hard as girl whimpered.

The bitch made Girl cum then cleaned her of her sweet juices, then got up and walked around and looked down to her with a shit faced grin, adding to the hate within that girl held for her. The toothless woman licked her lips and then pushed her hips forth and buried girls face within her thighs, making her taste her nasty cum as she moaned and groaned while getting off. Girl spit within her cunt, only to have her own spittle rubbed around her face as the woman gyrated her hips and cried out while she fully rode out the pleasure she got from girl. Once she was done he pulled her back and told her that was enough, and to go back to her cage once again which she obeyed and he locked her up and then headed back to girl who’s face glistened with cum and pussy juices.

 

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Gregor did feel sorry for her, yet the punishment was a necessary evil for the wrongdoing she had done. Gregor watched as the pain of her stretched jaw was blatantly obvious, having taken each and every cock and suckled them to orgasm. He was sure her stomach was bloated with their semen, less what she couldn't swallow, which trailed down her chin and dribbled on the floor, in a rather large pool. If he were a cruel one, he'd probably pull her from the stockade and make her lick up what she missed, off the cement floor, cleaning every last bit. The cackle of the skank, made him realize that there were other ways to continue the punishment.

He watched in amazement, surprised at how vicious, and mean-spirited the females could be, each taking turns abusing the girl's body, tugging her nipples, fingering her clit, her twat, and her ass. They toyed with her, yet the girl, fought off their advances diligently, holding onto her dignity, what little was left of it. Gregor really enjoyed watching how each female managed to take advantage of the young girl's open mouth. Each one would rub their sex on her face, nearly suffocating the poor, helpless girl, until she relented by driving her tongue into their sex. Each one came like a cackling mad woman, smearing their fluids all over the bound girl's face till it glistened and sparkled in the early evening light. Once more, Gregor saved the toothless new girl for last.

It wasn't because he knew there was hatred between them, but because she was the newest, so she got to go last. She was also in the farthest cage! Anyways, he watched her light up and sparkle, when it was finally her turn at the punished girl. Gregor took his seat, watching as the toothless wonder, worked the girl over, thrusting her fingers in her holes, rubbing her clit and tugging harshly on her nipples. He knew the bound girl was fighting the urges with everything she had, her face twisted and contorted as the toothless bitch thrust her tongue into her snatch.

Whether the bound girl was too worn out to fight, or she had succumbed to the pleasurable sensations, Gregor smiled, watching her grunt and send her release out through her convulsing pussy, much to the snarling delight of the toothless one. Gregor allowed her to continue tormenting the bound girl until she was able to garner her own release, grinding her pussy on the younger one's nose, hunching up and down so that her clit was rubbed just right. Suddenly, the clear release flooded the young girl's mouth, and covered her face, as the older bitch howled!

If Gregor hadn't intervened, she would have continued with her tortuous treatment of the bound girl. He led the large, heavy-titted woman to her cage without incident before returning to his chair to look upon the bound girl. He could see the hatred and the fire in her eyes, and wished it wasn't there. He tried to explain and reason with her. His hand ran over her soft bristles of hair as he spoke.

"It doesn't have to be like this!" His words were soft, and casual, only meant for her ears. The others were not interested, basking in the warmth and glow of their earlier releases. "What you did was wrong! You needed to be punished! You need to know that your behavior can't be tolerated."

Having said that, he rose from his seat and travelled to the far side of the barn, where he fetched a pail, filled it with cold water, and tossed a rag into it. He returned to the stockade and set the bucket on the floor, next to the puddle of dried cum. He moved the chair so that he was sitting directly in front of the girl. knowing full well that she could spit on him, if she truly wanted. He hoped that she wasn't that stupid, knowing that he could easily punish her severely for doing so. He reached down into the bucket and grabbed the red rag, wrenching it in his fist, before twisting it even more with his other.

He took the damp cloth to the new girl's forehead and began wiping away the drying remnants of the various others release. Little by little, he repeated the process over and over again, till her face was thoroughly cleaned with the wet rag. He wanted to show her he was not the evil mean-spirited one that she thought he was. He had rules, and the rules,if obeyed, kept things running smoothly.

"Look ..." he spoke, into her eyes as he lifted her head so their eyes could meet. "I know you don't believe me, but I'm really not an evil person. I can be quite nice, as I'm sure any of my servants can attest to. If you just go with the flow, things can actually, be quite enjoyable. I need to be sure that I can trust that you will not only treat me nicely, but that you would also treat any of my guests the same way. Just try and relax. Follow the rules, and everything will go just fine for you. You may actually find that you enjoy being here! But please ... don't embarrass me, and don't misbehave, otherwise my wrath can be quite severe"

Just like any other pet, he wanted her to know that even though she had been punished severely for what she did, he still loved her. He stroked the bristles of her hair once more before rising from his seat. He took the bucket back, emptied it, and hung the rag on a nearby post. Returning to the girl, he freed her ankles, then her wrists, slowly and carefully removing the sawhorses from beneath her. Gregor watched as she slumped to the floor, all foors, like a proper, obedient dog would. He removed the O-ring bit from her mouth and watched as she moved her jaw around making sure it still worked, and that she could once again close her now dry mouth! The leash was attached and the latch on the stockade was opened. He led the new girl to her kennel cage without incident, her head hung low. He hoped his words got through to her as he watched her wait to be released from the leash, only to crawl back to the far corner of the cage and curl up into a tight ball. He closed the cage and returned to the center of the floor.

Gregor cleaned up all the gadgets, returning everything to their proper place, piled among the others in the corner. Once he was completed, Gregor stood in the middle of the barn and spoke up, his loud voice, booming and echoing in the silent room. "Tomorrow is a big day! We will have lots of company tomorrow, and I expect all of you to be on your best behavior. Get plenty of rest, and we'll prep each of you first thing in the morning!"

As he walked to the end of the barn, he paused momentarily to let the new girl see a slight sparkle in his eye, hopefully sensing that he was beginning to hold a special place for her within his world! He shut off the lights and closed the doors, casting them all into near blackness as the evening enveloped the ranch.