Date: Sat, 13 Aug 2011 22:30:08 -0400 (EDT)
From: bamaboi2serve <bamaboi2serve@charter.net>
Subject: Prance Bitch 2

Prance Bitch 2
 By bamaboi2serve
bamaboi2serve@charter.net


     I slept fitfully in the stall, the noises from other parts of the
barn, the strange smells, and my own position...tied spread eagle on the
hay covered dirt floor...combined to make it difficult to sleep.
   Eventually, I must have drifted off, because the next thing I knew I was
being manhandled awake, two sets of hands lifting my middle section and
shoving a leather padded 55 gallon drum under me. The rawhide attaching me
by legs and arms to the floor had been loose enough for me to move around a
little on the ground,..but with the barrel shoved under me, they were now
almost painfully tight. My body was stretched tight and wide, my ass
exposed and open.
   "Hey bitch, how my ponyboy now?" MDS asked as he came around and
positioned the familiar chair in front of my face.
     I opened my mouth to speak and He shoved a metal and leather bit into
it before I could get a word out. Someone behind me tightened the leather
straps, pulling the metal bar back against the sides of my mouth, making it
impossible to more than moan. The bit had large metal circular pieces on
the sides and pulled against my cheeks. Ropes attached to those were tied
off to bolts at the top of the stall walls beside me, forcing my head into
an up front and center position.
   "Good! Glad to hear you are well, bitch!" He said as he stood up,
unzipped his pants and proceeded to cover me with his morning piss. It ran
in a great stream over my head, down my back to to my ass, down my chest in
front, trickling along my sides. When he finished, he bent down and held
out a plug and tail like the one that had been inserted in my ass in the
trailer on the ride here. I say it was "like" that tail, because it was
twice the size. The tail itself was much longer, and the plug was twice and
big around. He took the end of the plug and moved it around the edges of my
mouth, lubricating it with the saliva that had started dripping as soon as
my mouth was forced open by the bit.
     I willed myself to produce as much liquid as i could, knowing
immediately what was coming next.
     "I think you already know how to make this work best, being the
submissive bitch slut that you are. Here it comes!" he said as he reached
over my head and inserted the plug into my ass in a single powerful
thrust. His leather pants covered crotch crushed against my face as he
inserted my new toy deeply into me.
    I think it happened so fast that it took a moment for me to react, but
a deep moan suddenly came from deep inside me, sounding appropriately like
howls of a cow or someone barn animal giving birth, or being slaughtered!
MDS has sat back down on the chair, his face inches from mine, enjoying the
show. The sharp pain lasted for a full minute or so, and then subsided. My
hole was stretched wide, the tail part presumably reaching to the floor,
though I had no way to feel or see it.
     My own cock had been plastered backward on top of my balls when I was
planted on the barrel, and if i had wanted to hide the fact that I was
being treated as I desired, it betrayed me. The shaft was steel hard. I
could feel it dripping, begging for the release that I knew would not come
soon.
     MDS lit a cigarette. As he smoked and talked, he flicked the ashes
into my wide open mouth. They weren't hot enough to burn me, but they
tasted awful. My cock got even harder as he abused me.
     "So here's the way this first full day at my farm will go. If you
object to any of it, fine, you will be untied and driven back to
town...though you will prohibited from coming on the property ever
again. The Sheriff is a friend, and he'll see to it that you end up in cell
with some folks that even a fucked up sissy bitch like you wouldn't
welcome. If you stay, by the way, you'll get to meet the sheriff and
service his big thick black cock."
    "You'll wear your tail at all times, except when I give you permission
to take it out, and twice each day when you remove it to have your hole
cleaned out with a hose over there in the back of the barn." He pointed to
an area where I could see hooks hanging from above and a cement floor with
a large drain in it.
     "This is your stall we're in, by the way," he told me, "and you'll
have to keep it clean. Eventually, when and if I trust you, you may be
allowed to sleep here unrestrained. But for the moment, you stay tied like
last night."
    MDS stopped talking for a moment, bent in close to my face, and spat on
it, his saliva going in my mouth and onto my forehead, where it slimmed its
way down my face to my chin.
     "I can do that, bitch, because you are my stock, my pussy, my bitch
ponyboi. And when you tell me to stop doing something, I'll stop and pack
your skinny worthless ass back home. You know the drill now?"
     I nodded my head the little i could, causing some of his spit to fall
from my nose onto the floor.
    "You'll lick that up later, bitch. Keep this stall clean...savor my
fluids! Never waste 'em!" he ordered me.
     I nodded a yes.
     I had seen the riding crop MDS carried with him into the stall, and so
it was not a terrible shock when he walked behind me and started using it
on my cheeks. But he was starting at a rougher level than I anticipated,
striking my skin on alternating sides over and over in a steady stream of
leather discipline, and it wasn't long before i found myself crying from
the pain!
     "Aw, such a sissy pony bitch!" he mocked me, increasing the tempo and
force of the blows in answer. Bam! Bam! Bam! They were relentless and it
seemed endless too...my legs started shaking, and soon he was also striking
the plug holding my tail too...after a few minutes i reached a kind of
hypnotic state in which the pain was permanent,,,there seemed to be no
difference between the time he was striking a cheeks or the plug and the
time when he paused slightly. I could feel waves of heat rising from my
rear, which i knew without seeing must be a very bright red!
        Suddenly he stopped, leaving my sobs the only sound in the suddenly
hollow stall. I felt ashamed at crying, as showing what a bitch pussy i
was. And that made my tears flow even more.
       And with that, he left, his other attendants following him out. They
let the wood slat door slam shut and I was left to let all that had
happened sink in. It was a good 30 minutes before my embarrassing tears
dried and my skin stopped radiating heat like a toaster oven. I whimpered
through my bit for a while as i came down from the experience, my cock
deflating onto the leather- covered barrel, shrinking up as if it too was
embarrassed at my tears.
      An hour later someone entered and pulled up a stool at my
"hindquarters" (as soon as I had that thought, I realized how quickly i was
using animal terms about myself!).
      He rested his hand on my back and told me calmly that although Master
had agreed not to brand me, he was going to mark me, with a tattoo of his
initials, right above my ass. He told me all i had to do was shake my head
side to side, to refuse, and he would leave.
       I stayed still, and he started, cleaning my skin in the area to be
marked, and beginning what would be a ninety minute process. The letters
were thick and fairly large, i could tell. The skin was still sensitive
from the beating, and i was happy there had been a break! I quickly lost
track of his lettering and even dozed for a moment. The pain of his needle
was nothing compared to what I had been through before!
      Midway through the project, he moved his stool up to my head,
allowing me to see his massive muscled, hairy legs and chest, his large
cock was hanging down right in front of me and i felt my mouth
watering. Then he positioned the vein-laced shaft in my opened mouth and
emptied his ample bladder. That washed down the ashes from Master's
cigarette, and actually refreshed my parched throat. I greedily swallowed
as much as i could!
    When he finished my tat, he covered the area with a cream and put a
light bandage on it.
     I was left alone for a few hours then, and actually did sleep. The
tattooist came in later to check on me, and he renewed the cream and
replaced the bandage.
    Later the barrel was taken out from under me, i was untied and allowed
to use a hole in the ground outside for a toilet.
     Two of MDS's slaves carried me to the wash area of the barn and tied
my hands above me, unceremoniously shoving a rubber nozzle into my ass and
washing me out several times. I had used enemas before, but this was a raw
animal washing out, i emptied myself onto the ground as quickly as the
water went into me. Eventually the water was coming out clear. One of the
slaves used a rough cloth with a plain soap, and then they rinsed me one
more time. My hands were untied and i was thrown a dry old towel to dry off
with. When i was finished, they tied me back to the ground in my stall and
i was asleep in minutes.
     Just before they left, i took a chance and asked one of them, a tall
dark haired young man with huge rings piercing each tit and the head of his
cock, a question.
     "What does MDS" stand for?" I asked quietly, looking down at the
floor.
    He hesitated a moment and looked around, to make sure we were alone.
    "Master Daddy Sir, bitch!" he whispered.


Written with MDS's permission.
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