Allison shivered and wailed as her blouse, skirt, and hose were ripped from her body and tossed unceremoniously in the grass near her feet. Her arms were still held pinioned behind her back as she was forced to her knees in front of her boyfriend. Crying now, she took the opportunity of her mouth not covered to plead with Nick. “Why, Nick, why, it can't be about the fight, the stupid outfit. Nick, you can't leave me here, I love you. I will change, be what you need me to be, I promise, but not this.” Tears flowed down her face like rain, and she continued to blubber unintelligently as the farmhand's hand clamped her mouth shut. He has to listen, he just has to, and he simply can't do this to me.
Nick waved his hand at the farmhand and the man let go of Allison's mouth, allowing her speech again. “Listen, Ally, and obey, your obedience will be critical here. A half an hour ago you wanted to suck my cock, so you will suck it now, showing me your devotion. Right this instant before these men you're going to take me fully down your throat, and suck me until I come, then you'll swallow every drop, which you've never done before. Do this and do it well, Ally, and you will see me at the end of this month. At that point, there will be a chance for you to come home.” He paused and looked into her blue eyes.
Looking up, she saw the perfect honesty of his words in the sad, hazel windows to his soul. He means every word, and he is going to leave me her to be trained in some manner. He's resigned to it, but he wants me to succeed here.
"Do you understand what is at stake here, Ally? Don't plead or beg me, say only ‘Yes, Nick’ or ‘No, Nick.’ Yes gives me hope, as it should you, and guarantees you see me at the end of the month, no spoils those possibilities and makes me despair for our future.” He unbuttoned his jeans and exposed his soft penis for her to suck.
The events of the last twenty-four hours ran quickly through Allison's mind. The outfit, the fight, the make-up sex, and the revealing drive up, they all bounced in her head making it hard to think. Concentrating on what was important, she finally came to a conclusion. He does love me, and despite my fear, and this twisted situation, I don't want to lose that. I will do as he ask, and try to be what he wants, for our love.
"Yes. Nick.” Bending her head forward, she opened wide and took his flaccid flesh into her mouth. Sucking him to growing stiffness, she felt him swell in her throat, and then she did something very different for her. Pushing forward, she forced his rigid length deeper in her mouth, making her throat gag and sputter. In her ears, she heard those sounds, so pleasing to men, which she had never made. The sound of saliva being swallowed and slurped as a devoted woman sucked male flesh. She had heard girlfriends make the sounds, and had many boyfriends had asked her to make them, but until just now, she had never thought she would make them herself.
It did not take long, and she wondered if that was because of their play in the car, or perhaps the excitement of having an audience of four. Aware that Owen and his three studs were watching her suck her man like a street whore, she realized something new, something mind-blowing. I'm wet, horny, and randy as a bitch in heat. It seems obvious, on some level, I like this shameful humiliation, but how far will this training go?
Allison's inner musings were interrupted by a spurt of Nick's sperm deep in her throat, as he groaned out his climax. “Yessss, Ally, best you have ever done.” He grabbed hold of her head, not allowing her to disengage. “Take it all, love, just swallow and I'll let you go."
Having little choice, Allison swallowed his spend, rather then choke on it. Feeling her swallow, he let go of her blonde locks, to let her disengage.
However, to his surprise she did not, as she continued to lick and tongue his spent shaft, as if she did not wish to let it go. Looking up at her Nick, she managed her most pitiful, but sexually attractive look, which was enhanced by some of his sperm running down her chin. “Nick, please take me home, spare me this training, and you will get this and more anytime you desire. I understand now what you want of me.” Her voice a low aroused growl, she felt this was a plea he could not easily dismiss.
His eyes told her plenty of the battle going on inside him. Conflicted, part of him wanted to say yes, open the Lexus door and let her crawl in to safety, but it was his other half, the half that had brought her here, the part that had fucked her so brutally deep and thrilling last night, it was that half which spoke to Owen.
As he did, she saw tears roll down his cheeks.
"Take her now, Owen, or I will lose my strength and ruin her."
Owen nodded at his men, who knew what to do. Scoping Allison up from her knees, one grabbed he legs, which he held together tightly, while the other two each grabbed an arm, carrying Allison off. Squirming, screaming, and crying, she was carried down the dirt road toward a huge, long barn. It was a long distance, and she desperately looked back at Nick and Owen watching her, hoping he would change his mind. He isn't, he has given me over to Owen. I will have to endure this training. Remembering it was May 9th, she thought about how many days there were until the end of the month. Counting those days would give me hope.
Nick stared at Allison for a while, until he could barely see her, but then he clutched Owens's arm, and spoke with urgency. “Be strong for me, cousin, like we were as boys. If you are, I daresay you'll have anything you have the courage to ask for."
Owen heard music, the sweet music of success playing in his ears. Clasping Nick's hand, he shook it vigorously, adding in a firm enthusiastic voice. “Consider her trained, Nick, consider her trained. I'll see you at the end of the month."
Allison's blue eyes watched the Lexus as it slowly wound its way back out the dirt road. She realized at that moment the farm was built on a height of land so that you could see all around it for quite a ways. However, in looking about she saw no horses in the pastures and thought that strange, for it was a nice day, and wouldn't they have the horses out grazing.
The Lexus had by now disappeared, and with it all hope she could leave this place today. The three farmhands put her down on her feet, but two of them held her arms tight so she could not flee. Standing there in a field, wearing nothing but her blue silk Victoria Secret bra and panties, she looked over her captors as Owen closed the distance between them.
One of them was clearly taller than the other two, with sandy hair and grey eyes he would have looked handsome, perhaps attractive to her if he hadn't been clenching her arm so tight. The tall one also had a strong chin, and she had heard him talk to the other two in a deep masculine voice that made her think he might be in charge of them.
Then there was the middle one, black-haired and beady-eyed, he seemed like an imp to her. She had noticed that when he looked at her near-naked body, he had a hunger in his eyes. He wants me, and I fear if it's allowed, he will have me.
The third one was the shortest, but she could tell it was because he was the youngest. In truth, he looked like he might have been fifteen, but she couldn't imagine that would be true. He must be eighteen, al least. His tousled brown hair and hazel eyes went with his easy smile and cherub face, and when he looked at her state of undress, she saw wonder in his eyes. Is it possible, he's never had a woman?
"So, what do you men think of our new mare?” The bizarre question was spoken by Owen, who had just arrived where they stood. He reached out his hand and touched her left breast through the soft pink of her bra.
"She's a beauty, Mr. Laughlin, a real show mare.” The young one said it, and Allison imagined that in some way, it might be considered a compliment.
"Yes, Jimmy, she's a show mare alright, but can we teach her to show, that's the question. Sam, Dan, any thoughts on her, training, special considerations or handling?” Owen paused, as he was clearly interested in what his older, experienced men had to say.
The raven-haired one chimed in first. “I just want to get her in a breeding stall, Mr. L. Bet she's tight.” He reached out and touched Allison's panties, rubbing his fingers right over her sodden cleft.
Why do I have to be so wet, he's going to feel it? She had remained quiet, lis
tening for clues as to her fate, and unsure what would be the response if she spoke.
"Well, you'll get a chance at her, Sam, but Nick's wants you all to use condoms when using her. I expect you all to act accordingly. Termination, and forfeiture of your account will be the penalty for non-compliance, understand?” Owens's voice was stern, and Sam groaned, so although Allison did not know what ‘accounts’ he referred to, she got the feeling that at least they would be sheathed if the used her.
"Look, Mr. L, she's wet, fairly dripping, she likes this.” Sam rubbed his slick fingers together for the others to see, and Allison cursed whatever was making her lubricate for embarrassing her so. Right then, she made her first error, by speaking to protest Sam's assumption of her desire.
"It's not true. Owen, I don't want this, in fact, I'm horrified Nick would do this to me. Please, I beg of you, don't do this training. I understand what Nick wants, and I will be more compliant and less of a pain. For God sakes you mustn't train me as a mare, it's inhuman!” Allison broke out in fresh tears, and tried to look miserable, counting on the male desire to help a girl in trouble to work on Owen. Not even realizing it, she had fallen back into her old habits, to work men for her ends.
Owens's eyes bore into her, and she could not tell what he was thinking, but for what must have been a full half minute, he transfixed her with his look. “Inhuman, you say, well I agree, after all you're a mare now.
Dan, show the new mare what to expect, so she'll know how gently we have treated her so far."
Dan, the tall, sandy-haired one, nodded at Jimmy, who instantly took over holding the arm Dan had been gripping. Sauntering behind her, Dan reached out both hands to grab her bra strap and panties respectively. With force that nearly felled her back on her ass, Dan ripped the last guardians of her modesty away from her, tossing the ruined blue silk into the soft grass.
There serious about this, insanely serious. Allison thought as she looked down at her expensive under-things lying useless in the pasture. She was just about to scream out her rage and frustration at Owen, when Dan's giant hand saved her from a second mistake by covering her petite mouth.
"Bend her forward, if you will, gentlemen.” These were the first words she had heard Dan speak, and if their implications had not been so dire, she would have delighted to the proper English accent he spoke with.
Sam and Jimmy complied, bending Allison forcefully at the waist so she was exposed and helpless. Now things crossed a line in Allison's mind, as she felt Dan's fingers intrude roughly into her thankfully moist pussy. Grunting through his other hand over her mouth she jerked as his finger reached full impalement in her gash. Before she was fully aware, the intruding digits began to piston in her cunt, raising her arousal to near orgasmic levels.
Their going to force me to come, right here in this open pasture, like a mare might with a stallion's cock inside her. It's so humiliating, degrading, but I'm so turned on, why? She had no time to consider her internal question as she felt a finger touch and rub her clit, making the pleasure rise and flow inside her in surging waves.
It was Owens's fingers rubbing her clit, and within seconds after they started, she felt Dan's hand uncover her mouth. Still not understanding that mares don't speak, she took her open mouth as an invitation to talk. “Oooh, you're going to make me come, it feels so good."
Instantly, as if she had uttered a magic word, Owen and Dan's fingers left her intimate areas, and she was left frustratingly near her orgasm for a brief few seconds. Those seconds, and her bliss were shattered by Dan's hand striking her bottom with agonizing force.
"Bad mares don't get to come. They only get teased, then punished.” As Owen spoke the words, he unzipped his fly and let his partial erect cock out into view. Grabbing Allison's hair, he jerked her head up, to reveal his manhood to her.
It all barely registered to Allison, as Dan was spanking her ass with such brutal force as to make her cheeks shake and rebound to each harrowing touch of his hand. Allison saw Owens's shaft in front of her face, but she made no move to do what he obviously wanted.
"The spanking continues unabated until you suck me, mare, and make me come.” The words, spoken with a tone of normalcy, penetrated Allison's pain-racked mind, and she understood. I must suck Owen. I must make him come, if for no other reason than to stop this excruciating pain.
Owen watched as Allison James, the newest mare at Laughlin Farm, took his pulsing erection deep down her throat. It felt good to have Nick's girlfriend working slavishly on his cock, making him feel equal to his cousin in all ways.
How long is it going to take, to bring forth his sperm? He has more stamina than Nick ever had. Allison worked the man-meat, as she had with Nick, forcing it deep down her throat, but even with her best efforts, she had to endure minutes of stinging pain in her butt before Owen withdrew abruptly and shot his come on her face.
Despite the degrading feeling of having Owens's semen on her lips, cheeks, and nose, Allison hung her released head feeling happy that the bolts of pain had stopped. Brought back to an erect posture by Sam and Jimmy she felt Dan pressing in close behind her, and Owen now moved his face into her personal space, glaring at her. What will happen now? What more can they do to me.
The answer came instantly, as if she had verbalized the question. Owen gripped her bare nipples and raised them up, making her go to tip-toes to try to abate the fresh flow of pain. “Aaargh, no, please. I'm a mare. I understand."
Rather than abate the suffering, her humiliating admission seemed to anger Owen. “Dan, this mare needs to feel a tail.” At those words from Owen, Dan proceeded to worm three of his huge digits up her tight anus, causing stretching, opening pain all the way in.
Lord, he's going to tear my rectum open, I swear, never had anything that big up there. I must make them stop, at least for now. Desperate for an end to her initial suffering, Allison pleaded with Owen, thinking a more humbling admission was what he wanted. “Master Owen, I will be your mare, to be trained as Nick said, by you."
Owens's eyes burned into her, looking at her as if she were nothing. “I know you're a mare, you became a mare when Nick said so. I know you'll be trained, impeccably, because that's what we do here. This whole exercise is your first lesson, but you're such a dumb mare you don't get it yet.” All four men laughed at her, increasing the flow of shame raging through her.
What am I too dumb to see? What do they mean to teach me? Allison had no clue what Owen spoke of, what they wanted her to learn in her first lesson as a Laughlin Farm mare, and her confusion showed clearly on her face.
"Foolish mare, at Laughlin Farm, mares never speak, whether bitted or not, you will be punished severely for speaking if not directly told to do so. For mares, silence, a spirited whinny, or compliant neighs are the required norm."
Allison was stunned. They have taken away my ability to communicate, and they expect me to neigh and whinny like a real horse. It's diabolical, insane, but I'm helpless until Nick comes, so I have no choice but to obey. To show Owen she understood his unbelievable orders, she nodded her head, and her nipples were released, her anus vacated.
"Dan, I'm assigning this mare to you, for full training. Condoms when you use her breeding hole, but as my cousin said, don't be gentle, she gets the full training. In fact, since she has demonstrated reluctance so far, I think you should give her special attention. Give two of your well-trained mares to Jimmy, as he's ready for a greater training schedule, and that will give you more time to devote to this one."
Looking around, Allison saw Jimmy looked excited by Owens's proclamation, but Dan looked pensive, as if deciding something.
"Trying to decide which ones to give up, I know you develop affection for mares you've trained.” Owen sounded almost fatherly to the muscular farmhand, but Dan indicated otherwise.
"No, Jimmy can have 6543 and 6715. They are superb mares who only require a regular, but firm hand. 6543 is near to foaling, so go easy with her. I was deep in thought about this one, how to
break her in. What do you think of three sessions a day of trot and pace training, interspersed with heavy draft pulls. She could use to build some muscle. I'm also going to stall her with 6490, so she'll have a good example to follow."
Numbers, the mares don't have names just numbers. Am I going to be in that long barn with real horses, or are these human mares their talking about. 6715, it's impossible, they must be horses, they can't have had that many women here. Allison's mind burned, full of questions, but she unable to get any answers until they came to her ears or her eyes.
"Excellent plan, 6490 is the best ever, and I couldn't agree more with your thoughts on her schedule. I'm going to drop in and check up on her from time to time. However, right now, I'm going to stop at the house to log her in, so take her to the prep room, down the back stairway, and I'll meet you there.” Owen took his leave of his men diverging from them to walk toward the white New England style farmhouse, which looked like a vision out of the 19th Century.
Her arms clenched tightly by Sam and Jimmy, Allison walked behind her new trainer as he led the way to the long barn growing bigger, more real, before her eyes. As she watched Dan's tight buttocks as he walked, she considered her situation. Well, at least I have Dan as a trainer, it's better than that creepy Sam. Perhaps, the first lesson was the worst, and things may not be that bad. Nick will be back in 22 days and I'm going to count every one of them.
As they entered the barn, Allison thought she got the answer to one of her many questions, as the stalls lining both sides were filled with horses, mostly mares. Well-kept and clean, each of the stalls had a gold nameplate on the stall door, and as she passed, Allison read some on the equine's names. She saw Strawberry, Miranda, Gem, and then a stallion, Laughlin's Warrior, followed by Felicity, Bayberry, and Holly. I'm not sure how I feel, to live in a barn with horses, but I'm glad they weren't actually talking about other women.
Then something strange happened. Dan turned midway down the barn and walked into a three-sided alcove, simply standing there next to an old oil lamp hung on the wall. Sam and Jimmy steered her in too, and she watched Dan reach up and touch the oil lamp, pulling it and its handle down sharply.
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