Maddy becomes a ponygirl 9 | leather, gag, collar | ponygirl stories

Jake turned his room in the local Motel Six into a war room. There were aerial shots of the small, downtrodden house and barn.

Surveillance gear was strewn around the room. A large map of the area was pinned to the wall. Tucker, Martinez and the new arrivals, Leon and Curley, were sitting around the room waiting for instructions.

They had been watching the little dirt road off of Route 286 for three days. The green pickup had come out two or three times during that period. It was too risky to tail it all the time, so Jake had a beeper installed under the bumper when the truck stopped at the local Piggly Wiggly. Earlier that day, a van had pulled out of the small road and headed south. The man was driving and an older woman sat in the passenger's seat. Martinez followed them as far as the Interstate then had given up the chase.

"We need to know when they're coming back," Jake said. "I want to case the farmhouse and barn from top to bottom."

Leon, a slim, boney kind of guy, tall with a mop of curly brown hair, spoke up. "Let Curley and me sit at the Interstate and watch for them coming back."

"What makes you think they'll come back the same way?" asked Jake. "If they're doing what we think they're doing, they'll probably be too careful to take the same route all the time."

"There's only two ways into the farmhouse driveway," Martinez offered. "They have to come either north or south on 286. We could station a lookout at each end, a couple of miles away."

"Okay," Jake agreed. "Martinez and Tucker, you take the north end. What's the nearest crossroads?"

"Dawes Road," answered Martinez. "It's about five miles up."

"Shit," Jake cursed. "That'll give me all of ten minutes warning when they come back." He paused, thinking. "That'll have to do, but you guys'll have to stay awake and alert. I don't want them to come rolling in when I'm checking out the basement."

"Don't worry, Jake. We'll take care of it," Martinez answered.

"The Interstate is about fifteen miles south of the driveway. At least there I'll have a little more warning," Jake observed. He looked at his watch. It was two P.M. "I don't want to wait until dark. I might miss something." To Martinez he said, "Drop me off now.

Come back around six. I'll be done by then."

The meeting broke up and the men moved on to their tasks. It was decided that Irving would accompany Jake since he had the best eye for detail. Martinez pulled the car over about thirty feet from the entrance to the driveway and Jake and Irving got out. They waited until they were sure no cars were coming in either direction and they dove into the woods. Martinez and Tucker left to take up their post.

Jake and Irving walked carefully through the woods. Although the man had left with a woman, there still might be someone at the house.

Jake didn't want to be discovered prematurely. He would close in when he knew what was what.

It took the men about twenty minutes to creep the mile or so through the woods up to the house. At the edge of the woods, Jake lay down and eyed the building with a small pair of binoculars. He would look and wait at least a half-hour before moving in. Hopefully, if there were someone there, they would make themselves known during that time period.

Having seen no movement, Jake nudged Irving and the two men crept slowly toward the house. Jake had his Beretta out. Irving carried a small .38. Silently, Jake climbed the porch and peered in the window. Still nothing. He opened the screen door carefully and tested the front door. It was locked. He motioned Irving to circle the building to the left and he took off to the right. They met at the back of the house. The back door was also locked, but Jake felt more comfortable jimmying the lock back there where, if a car pulled up, they wouldn't be seen.

The door sprung open and the men tiptoed inside. The first order of business was making sure the house was indeed empty. Quickly and efficiently, the men searched all the rooms. When they were satisfied, they began looking around in earnest.

Irving made the first important discovery. In a chest in the bedroom, he found a pile of chains and handcuffs. There were several leather gags and hoods which he showed to Jake. "Looks like we've come to the right place," he said.

Jake nodded. Under a floorboard in a closet in the back hall, he found several bankbooks, all from banks outside the country. They amounted all together over two million dollars. "A nice little nest egg," he thought. "Who would live in a shithole like this if they had two million dollars?"

Irving called out to Jake, who was searching the living room. In the larder, off the kitchen, there were several cases of franks and beans.

"So?" Jake commented when Irving showed them to him.

"So, if you had to keep someone prisoner for a while and you didn't want to cook for them, what would you feed them? Caviar?"

"Maybe they just like franks and beans?" Jake said.

"Right. Enough to store four cases of them in the event of emergency?"

"Okay," Jake conceded, "but there has to be a place to keep the prisoner or prisoners around here somewhere. I checked the basement, there's nothing there. That leaves the barn. I'm going to check it out. There's a computer in the living room. See what you can find."

Jake scurried to the barn careful not to leave any tracks. It was padlocked shut. It was a conventional three tumbler Master combination lock. Jake had the lock undone within a minute. He swung the door open and went inside. The barn was as decrepit as the house. There were no storerooms that could serve as a jail. Jake looked around, perplexed. "There's got to be a lockup here somewhere."

He decided to check around outside. He started at the perimeter of the barn and worked himself around in a widening circle. When he got to the edge of the trees, on the opposite side of the property from the road, he saw two pipes sticking up from the ground. Curious, he leaned over and put his hand over one. He felt a push of air. He put his hand over the other one and there was a slight suction. When he put his ear to one pipe he could hear the sound of a small fan whirring.

Something was underground.

There was no obvious entry outside, so it had to be in the barn. He returned inside and made another, more careful examination of its contents. He noted a small pile of wooden skids near the far side of the barn. There were scrape marks on the floor as if they had been moved. He picked them up carefully, first noting their exact position, and saw underneath them a small trapdoor. It had a sturdy brass lock on it. This was what he was looking for.

Not fifteen feet below where Jake stood, Maureen and a small brunette girl were locked in their cages. Louise had come to them about two hours before and washed and fed them. Louise figured they were good for at least forty-eight hours, probably more. She saw Maureen cringing in her cage and wished she had time for a good cunt licking before she and Herman left for Florida. "We'll be back in a couple of days, slut," she told the now almost emaciated girl. "Don't go anywhere." Louise laughed at her own joke. She poked the electric wand into Maureen's cage and gave her a jolt. Maureen moaned and spasmed at the pain. The brunette girl watched, wide-eyed. As Louise pushed the wand into her cage, she tried to back away from it, putting her back against the rear of the cage. Louise gave her a jolt as well. The brunette girl squealed and cried out, her protestations frustrated by the thick leather gag in her mouth. "You be a good girl too!" Louise told her.

The caged young women watched as Louise mounted the stairs.

The trapdoor slammed shut with a loud thud. They could hear the click of the bolt being locked into place.

Due to the heavy insulation of the 'hole', neither Jake nor the young women below knew they were in close proximity to each other. Jake yearned to learn what was under the trapdoor, but didn't want to fuck with the lock. Something was down there all right. He would find out when he sprung his trap on the old couple.

Back in the house, Irving had struck gold. The computer contained a detailed record of all of the transactions of the couple over the last four years. It had been locked in a coded file that was no match for Irving's ingenuity. The girls were listed by first name. Maddy's was among the last group. Jake saw a price of one hundred thousand dollars next to Maddy's name. She was a good looking girl, all right, but why was her price so much more than the others? There was only one other price that broke eighty thousand.

"Is there any information on who they were sold to?" Jake asked Irving.

"Just the notation, 'Elizabeth'," Irving replied.

"I found the hiding place. It's under the barn."

"Is there anybody in it?" Irving asked.

"Don't know," Jake replied. "I didn't want to fuck with the lock."

"But if there are any girls down there we've got to get them out!"

Irving said frantically.

"Hold your horses, Irving," Jake answered harshly. "We've got one goal on this job and one only. That's to find Madeline and bring her back from wherever they've taken her. I'm not concerned with any other damsels in distress, got it!"

"You can't mean that!" Irving insisted. "You're going to let these girls be sold into slavery?"

"We don't even know if there are any girls down there," Jake insisted. "Now you're on my team and you're going to follow my orders. Got that!"

Irving blanched. Jake was not one to fuck with. "Okay, Jake. If that's what you say."

"That's what I say. Now we're going to set up surveillance on this place and we'll move when I decide."

The men restored the computer and locks to how they found them and left the house. Irving set up tiny, remote controlled, battery operated cameras around the perimeter and in the barn from the backpack he had carried in. When the job was finished, the men retreated though the woods back to the road. They called Martinez who picked them up.

Maddy sat listlessly on her bench. The morning had drifted on uneventfully. The brown haired girl in the opposite stall stared back at her whenever she looked up. Occasionally she could hear the rattling of a chain as one or another of the girls changed positions.

Maddy heard the barracks door open and the heavy tread of boots on the wooden floor. As the sound came closer, she felt a sinking in her stomach. The presence of the men boded only ill to someone.

She prayed it wasn't her.

Two men appeared at the entrance to her stall. One carried a leash.

Maddy moaned in fear. Whatever the reason she had been held back and treated differently from the other women was, she felt, about to be revealed. One of the men ordered her to her feet. While he disconnected the chain from her collar, the other man attached the leash. She felt a tug on her neck and was propelled forward.

Maddy was led past the open stalls of the other women. She had time only to glance at the naked and gagged females as she was trundled by. Each one looked up as she passed, silent witnesses to her departure.

The men led Maddy through the barracks door out to the courtyard.

The sun was bright and it was a warm and beautiful day. As before, men seemed to be engaged in random activities throughout. One of the Mercedes had just been started up and coasted up to the gate.

Maddy saw the gate swing open and the car, filled with male passengers, drive through it and away.

She was taken to a doorway at the far right end of the building opposite the barracks. She was led through an outer room which contained a desk and a man sitting behind it. At the end of a long hallway, the man who was leading her opened a door and pulled her into a small room with an elevated chair in the middle of it.

Maddy's hands were unbound and she was pushed into the chair.

Her wrists were locked into the arms of the chair and her ankles strapped to its legs. One of the men removed her gag, unbuckling it from the back of her head. Maddy yearned desperately to learn why she had been brought here but was too afraid to make any sound.

The chair was straight-backed, and Maddy sat at full attention. One of the men removed the narrow steel collar that had been around her neck and replaced it with a wide one made of leather. The collar was wider in front than in the back and forced Maddy to raise her head. A bracket was attached to the arms of the chair. It had an adjustable arm in the middle which the men raised to the level of Maddy's mouth. At the end of the arm was a thick leather plug. One of the men held Maddy's head still while the plug was moved closer. Maddy resisted the opening of her mouth. She didn't know the reason for this bizarre apparatus, but it didn't bode well for her. She tried to speak, to beg the men not to force the plug into her mouth. The man holding her head released it and stepped back. For one moment, Maddy thought she had won, that she would be spared, but the man gave her a single jab to her solar plexus, and the air rushed out of her lungs. She opened her mouth in a desperate effort to draw in oxygen. At her second breath, the leather plug was jammed in.

While Maddy strained to breathe in through her nose, the men finished the adjustments to the apparatus. A clamping device was adjusted to the contours of her chin and pressed in tight. The gag had a pump on its end and, after the men filled it full of air, the gag tightly filled the cavity of Maddy's mouth. The net effect was to fix Maddy's head in a static position. She couldn't move her head in any direction.

Tight straps around her torso completed her immobility. One of the men squeezed her breast, rubbing his other hand in her long, strait, brown hair and smiling. He shut the door behind them when they left.

The frightened girl sat alone in the room for a long time. She gave up straining at her bonds almost immediately, but she couldn't help the writhing of her hands or the tremors in her legs. Tears flowed down her face as she tried not to imagine what strange torture she was about to undergo.

At last, the door to the room opened. A heavy set, middle aged, peasant woman entered. She had blond hair that was tied up in a bright yellow kerchief. Her face was broad and friendly. She wore a plain brown skirt and a white top embroidered with yellow and pink flowers across the bodice. She smiled at Maddy as she entered and spoke words of greeting. She was carrying a large basket over one arm and a large, covered steel bowl that had steam leaking from its sides. The woman walked behind Maddy and the girl could hear her put the bowl and basket down on a narrow table that stood against the wall.

The woman came around to the front of Maddy and studied her.

She stroked the frightened girl's cheek as if to calm her. Maddy took some small comfort at the seemingly benign nature of the woman.

She pleaded with her with her eyes. The woman's blue eyes seemed gentle, kind. Maybe she would help her.

Without further ado, the woman retreated back around Maddy.

Maddy heard her rummaging around in her basket then felt the woman's hands on her head. She felt the bristles of a brush run through her hair. Maddy tried to talk to the woman, desperate to gain some aid and sympathy from her. Her words were just mumbled sounds, however, and the woman paid them no mind.

After the woman had thoroughly brushed Maddy's long, chestnut hair, Maddy felt the woman pull her hair back. The woman was twisting her hair into a long ponytail. Maddy thought it odd that the woman was only using the hair at the back of her head. Maddy felt a rubber band rolled up against her head, pulling the hairs close to her head. More bands were attached to the conjoined hair, down its length.

There was a moment's silence as the woman went back to her basket. Maddy heard the unmistakable sound of scissors. Realizing her hair was to be cut, Maddy tried to struggle out of the chair. She desperately tried to move her head to frustrate the clipping of her locks, but she was held tight and the most movement she could effect was a slight tremor in her torso.

Maddy couldn't see what the woman was doing, but she could feel and see the locks of her hair falling away at the front and sides. The woman expertly began to remove all her hair except that which had been rolled together in the back. The hissing of the scissors was torture to Maddy as her precious hair was sliced away. When the woman was finished with the scissors, Maddy could feel the nakedness of her head. She cried as she imagined her new, strange appearance. The woman ran her hand over the stubble left in the areas that had been cut. Maddy felt the woman's heavy, calloused hand pat her cheek from behind and heard her say something in her thick, harshly accented native language.

Just when she thought the woman was finished, Maddy heard the rumbling of a small cart being rolled up to the back of the chair. She heard the top lifted off of the steel bowl and it being placed down on the cart behind her. There was the sound of a brush being whisked in a bowl, then Maddy felt the application of warm, foamy soap to her head. The girl tried to scream when she realized her head was to be shaved. From an appearance point of view, it really didn't matter since the damage had already been done, but it was the indignity of it all that caused Maddy to revolt with all her being. She was being turned into some kind of freak!

The peasant woman paid no attention to Maddy's demonstration as she went about her task of removing the stubble from the helpless girl's head. She used a finely honed strait razor, and it removed the stubble down to its very roots. When she was done, she washed Maddy's head free of the remnants of soap. She ran her hands over the smooth cranium, rubbing in a soothing cream. Maddy was not in a position to appreciate the gesture as she was overwhelmed with shame and despair. These people had control of her body. Nothing was left to her. What do I look like? What more will they do to me? she wondered, fearfully.

Maddy felt the woman begin to brush the remnants of her hair from her naked body. She was using a small whiskbroom and the stiff bristles scratched her skin. The woman brushed the hair onto the floor. When she was satisfied that all the hair was brushed off, she grabbed another broom and swept the droppings into a dustpan then poured into a plastic bag.

To Maddy's dismay, there was one more indignity. The blond woman took a small pair of scissors and, after covering Maddy's eyes with her other hand, began to snip away Maddy's bushy, brown eyebrows. When they were down to a stubble, she took the strait razor and carefully completed the job. She stood back and took in the results of her work. She smiled at the now almost featureless face, satisfied.

When the blond peasant woman was done, she gathered up her things and headed for the door. She balanced the steel bowl in one arm and draped the handle to the basket over the other. She looked back at Maddy's tear streaked face once more before she left.

"Goodbye," she said in English, and was gone.

Maddy sat in the chair stunned at what had happened to her. She could not understand its meaning. Why would someone want to make her look so strange?

After about a half-hour the men returned to the room. They removed Maddy from the chair. Grabbing her by the arms, they dragged her from the room and further down the hallway. Maddy was too shocked to speak. They entered another room where an older man with wire rimmed glasses waited for them. He wore a leather apron around his waist and a thick denim work shirt. Behind him were shelves of leather straps and bindings. Maddy was spun around and she felt the man measuring the width of her shoulders and the length of her torso. After a moment or two, she felt the man reach around her from behind and drape a leather harness over her chest. A belt ran just under her breasts and was pulled tight and fastened behind her back. A leather strap ran up between her breasts and divided, one strap rising over each shoulder. The straps were attached to the belt.

Too afraid to struggle, Maddy passively allowed the man to adorn her body with the leather harness. She was still wearing the thick collar and could not lower her head to see what had been affixed to her. Her arms were pulled behind her and she felt leather bracelets being attached to her wrists. Her wrists were then raised behind her back and attached to the belt by means of metal clips. Maddy felt the strain on her shoulders as her wrists were forced up behind her. Her moaning protests were ignored.

There was a pause while the man with the glasses returned to his shelves to retrieve more accoutrements for Maddy's body. Her arms were held tightly by the two men who had brought her and she couldn't turn to see what he was doing. She felt a tug at her ponytail and something being threaded up it. When it reached her head, it was pulled over the top and tugged down over her ears and her face.

Momentarily, the young girl was in darkness as the leather hood covered her eyes. "Oh, please, no, please," Maddy cried. It was the first words she had been able to speak for days. Her terror at what was being done to her finally overcame her fear of the whip or whatever else these men could do to her.

Maddy struggled as the man adjusted the hood to her head. She begged and pleaded to be let go. It was if a dam inside her had broken. "Please don't do this to me, please!" she cried out. One of the men at her sides grabbed a nipple on her breast and twisted it harshly.

Maddy moaned in pain. He barked a harsh word to her. She did not understand its meaning, but was able to gather its tenor. She stopped struggling and the pain in her breast stopped. She may have stopped screaming, but inside, she was begging and pleading with her maker to come to her aid.

When the hood was finally adjusted and strapped on, it covered her whole head and her face down to below her nose. The nostrils were left free. Only two narrow vertical slits let in light for her eyes and her vision was consequently greatly diminished. She felt a long, thick leather covered bar pressed into her mouth and pulled tight, widely spreading her cheeks open and jammed in between her teeth. A sharp metal plate depressed her tongue. The strange gag was buckled tightly behind her head.

Once the men had placed heavy, black high top boots on her feet, they stood around the frantic girl and admired their handiwork. A leash was attached to her collar and she was led around the room while the men laughed and joked. Maddy's sounds of protest were oddly animalistic. A hand grabbed her sex and stroked her between the legs. Her legs were locked open by the men's legs. A mouth began to suck on one of her breasts while a hand massaged the other.

Maddy tried to resist the stoking of her passion. She tried to swing her torso free and only succeeded in adding to the men's merriment.

Slowly, as her pussy moistened and engorged with blood, she felt heat rising in her loins. Fingers plunged inside her, stroking in and out, spreading her lubrication over her tender nether lips. A finger began to tease her button of pleasure, shooting a tingling throughout her body. Her breathing became heavy and she began to moan. She could no longer resist and she pressed her vulva against the hand that was tormenting her. When she came, her whole body shuddered. Her knees weakened and she fell back into the arms of the man behind her.

Pulse after pulse of exquisite pleasure flowed through her. She could hear the men laughing as she came.

When they were satisfied she was done, the men settled her back on her feet. She felt a slap on her behind as she was tugged forward by her leash. She followed the men helplessly back out into the courtyard.

Maddy was left to stand alone in the courtyard for a long time. Her collar was attached to a post by a ring in its back, high up, so she couldn't sit down or kneel. Her obscured vision made her feel more naked than before, if that were possible, probably because she couldn't see the men who she imagined were ogling her. A truck had pulled into the courtyard while she had been inside the building and she could see, dimly, several hooded and bound women being loaded into its canvass covered back. When the women were loaded, the truck pulled out.

Twice during the time she was standing there, Maddy heard the familiar whistles blowing. She heard the door to the barracks opening and was able to discern the naked women flowing out of it. She could see their outlines as they dashed around the courtyard and streamed past her. She could hear their ragged breathing and the slapping of their naked feet on the cobblestones. Once, her gag was removed and she was given water to drink. She was allowed to pee in a bucket.

Late in the afternoon Maddy heard the gate opening again and the motor of a truck entering. It was a large, dark blue, pickup truck and it was towing a tall, narrow, covered trailer behind it. There was a commotion in the courtyard and Maddy heard thick boots descending the stairs from the upper level of the building. Her collar was undone, a leash attached to the front, and she felt herself being pulled over toward the truck. She could only see bits and pieces of it at a time due to her narrowly constricted vision. It was obvious the truck had come for her.

She was stopped a few feet away from the vehicle. She saw the outlines of the driver approach her. Someone grabbed her cheeks and held her head still. She could see through the slit to her hood that it was the greasy fat man from the day before. She felt hands stroke her buttocks and test her thighs. Hands grabbed her breasts from behind and assessed them. Her ponytail was pulled sharply, causing her to utter a cry. Words were exchanged and Maddy saw two hands shaking.

There was a tug on her leash again and Maddy felt herself being drawn over to the trailer behind the truck. She pulled back on the leash, terrified. She realized she had been sold, had probably been sold long before she had even arrived at this godforsaken place. That was why she was treated differently than the other women – she was a special order! That could only mean that some special, terrible fate awaited her.

Strong hands grabbed Maddy's arms and she was forced toward the truck. Men were laughing and joking around her. Hands slapped her buttocks, stinging her. She felt herself lifted into the trailer. Her waist was pressed against a thick wooden beam and she was strapped to it. Her legs were spread and her boots buckled to the floor. A man brushed by her and affixed her leash to the front of the trailer. She felt the man duck back under the beam and stand behind her. His hand cupped her sex from behind. He whispered something in her ear that she couldn't understand while he probed her loins. Maddy was frantic with fear. She pulled and tugged at her bonds and mindlessly begged for release. She tried to sway her hips to avoid the hand tormenting her. She had felt deeply ashamed and degraded when the men had forced her to orgasm earlier that day and she desperately wanted to avoid a repetition of that act. When the man was satisfied she was lubricated and aroused, he withdrew his hand. Maddy felt the wetness of her cunt and its distended lips. Part of her yearned for release.

The trailer jolted slightly as the man stepped down from it. A few moments later, Maddy heard the truck door slam and the engine turn over. The trailer began to move with a small jerk and Maddy's body swayed backward, causing the leash from her collar to pull taut. She felt the trailer pulled in a wide circle, straighten out then speed up.

When the rumbling of the tires over the cobblestones ceased, Maddy knew she had left the courtyard and had passed through the gate.

The inside of the trailer was hot and dusty. There were vents in the front to facilitate the flow of air, and the back of the trailer was open, but the hot sun baked the top and sides of the trailer unmercifully.

Maddy felt each bump in the road, as she was jostled back and forth.

Her legs tired quickly and she alleviated the strain on them by leaning against the beam set against her waist. The bit-like gag in her mouth and the steel plate depressing her tongue were constant reminders of her helplessness. When she moved her head, she could feel the long ponytail, the remnant of her once beautiful hair, brush across her back and bound arms. Her spread legs made vulnerable her naked and gaping sex.

Even though the back of the trailer was open, Maddy couldn't see anything of the area through which they were passing. She could turn her head, but the limited vision permitted by the slits in her hood prevented her from seeing behind her. She was conscious, though, of the fact that any vehicle driving behind the trailer would have a clear view of her naked buttocks and the fact she was hooded and restrained. She could hear other vehicles passing them and once or twice heard car horns honking behind her. It became evident to Maddy that her possessors had no concern that it be known they were transporting an unwilling, bound and naked female.

After a few hours, the light in the trailer began to fade. The sun was setting and the heat in the trailer began to abate. Maddy's throat was parched. The truck continued on to its unknown destination.

Maddy could see the reflection of car headlights behind them on the wall in front of her, as well as the shadow of her bound form.

Eventually, the lights behind her diminished and she was cast in near total darkness.

Twice, the man pulled the truck and trailer to the side of the road.

Each time, the man released Maddy from her bindings, led her from the van and let her pee. He unbuckled her cruel gag and let her drink.

The only things Maddy could see were the running lights of the trailer and, when she looked up, the star studded sky above. Once she was regagged, Maddy was returned to the trailer and the journey resumed.

At one point, the truck pulled into a well lit service area. Maddy could see bright fluorescent lights shining in through the vents of the trailer and heard the sounds of the driver leaving the truck and the truck being gassed. Men were talking outside. Desperately, Maddy tried to yell and scream through her gag. She used her weight to begin to rock the trailer in the furtive hope some one would come to her aid. The voices moved to the back of the trailer. Maddy could hear the men talking right behind her. They were apparently amused at her vain efforts to seek aid. She heard them laugh. The door to the truck opened and closed and the trailer was once more set in motion.

Maddy leaned against the beam across her waist and cried.

She was virtually asleep on her feet the next time the truck slowed to a stop. She was jerked awake by the cessation of movement. It was still dark outside. She heard the truck door open and close and felt the trailer rock as the man stepped up into it. She felt him test her bindings. When he was satisfied, he patted her on the rump and stepped out of the van. Maddy heard the sound of his boots on gravel as he walked away.

Maddy was left to herself, standing in the trailer, for the rest of the night. She slept fitfully, as every time she fell into deep sleep, she was jolted awake by the sensation of falling. The air was cold and she shivered in the darkness of the trailer. She watched gratefully as the morning light began to filter in through the vents in front of her. She was tired and frightened. She heard activity commencing around the trailer, the crowing of a rooster, the sound of feet on gravel. As the day grew brighter, several times she sensed the presence of persons behind her peering in.

Finally, someone came to release her. Her legs ached terribly and she needed desperately to pee again. She was thirsty and hungry too.

The bright daylight blinded her at first as she was led by her leash from the van. She only had a few moments to adjust when two pieces of black tape were applied to her hood, covering up the small slits that had been her narrow windows on the world. She stumbled as she was dragged forward by unseen hands. The gravel was rough underfoot and she almost fell twice, as sharp rocks stuck into her boots. She felt the ground turn to packed earth, which made the going easier.

Maddy couldn't tell how far she had been dragged when she was finally brought to a halt. She felt her leash attached to a pole and heard her leader walk away. While she awaited the next development, she could hear the steadily increasing sounds of activity around her.

People were passing back and forth. She heard the pounding of heavily shod feet and the crack of a whip. After about an hour, her leash was unfastened from the pole and her journey began anew. This time she was pulled over onto a patch of grass and forced to squat.

She felt a great sense of relief as her bladder emptied. She was pulled to her feet and a wet cloth rubbed over her sex, cleaning away the last drops of urine.

The next time that she was brought to a halt, her leader stood next to her holding her leash as if anticipating some event. She heard the clip clop of a horse's hoofs approach. The horse stopped and she heard the creaking of a leather saddle as apparently someone dismounted. A deep, smooth voice made some exclamation. The man who held her leash made a deferential sound and Maddy felt her head pushed forward and down into a little bow. Hands assessed her shoulders, soft, but strong hands, male hands. They ran down her sides and measured her thighs. The deep, sonorous voice, issued sounds of satisfaction.

Next, Maddy felt the hands seize her breasts. A strange warmth went through her as they gently massaged her sensitive globes, thumbs pressed on her nipples, stroking them until they stiffened.

Maddy felt a face draw close to her and lips seize one nipple. She started to struggle as she felt a hot tongue twirl around the rough pink skin surrounding the nipple. Strong, rough hands held her arms tightly and legs circled hers, forcing them open. A softer, knowledgeable hand lightly caressed the outer lips of her sex.

Maddy could hear and sense the presence of a small crowd of people around her. She groaned with shame as the hand traced the gap between her tingling labia and drew moisture from her. She felt her nether lips soften and distend as the finger entered her. She tried to beg the man to stop, but her voice emerged as a garbled whine.

There was laughter all around.

At the command of the man with the deep, refined, almost aristocratic voice, Maddy felt herself dragged a short distance and pushed back onto what felt like a bale of hay. Her legs were lifted and spread apart. Hands held her down. The man placed himself between her legs and leaned over her. When she felt the fleshy end of a stiff cock press against her moist hole, Maddy began to convulse in physical protest. Her legs were gripped all the more tightly and her body was pressed down more firmly. Slowly, the hard, hot rod pushed itself inside. She felt it press her sheath open as it filled her.

Her assailant had his weight upon her now as he sank deeper into her moist slit. When fully seated in her cunt, the prick began a remorseless rhythm, fucking her slowly, worrying the little nub at its apex, caressing its interior walls.

Although Maddy had known that sooner or later she would be raped, she nonetheless felt debased and ashamed now that it was actually happening. Even though the voices around her had turned silent as the man atop her relentlessly ploughed her furrow, she was conscious of a dozen unseen eyes watching, relishing her abuse. The man was slow and steady, dragging his prick across her hardened clit, driving the young woman to lust. She moaned piteously as she felt her loins burn with unwanted pleasure.

As her heat began to rise, Maddy stopped struggling. A fiery need for completion took control of her and she began to rock her hips to meet the onslaught of the steel hard shaft within her. Her breath became short and she uttered little cries of passion at each stroke of the insistent prick. Just as she was building to her crescendo, the tape over her eyes was removed. In her passion, through the narrow apertures of her hood, she saw the face of her tormentor. His eyes were dark and his eyebrows bushy and black. A long, thick, black moustache adorned his mouth, which was smiling with delight. He grunted as his meat began to throb within her. Maddy's cunt began to contract and pulse as she felt the man's hot seed flood her womb. She cried out as she came, her enfeebled voice sounding more like a neigh, the tremors of her orgasm resounding throughout her body.

Maddy's sex was still pulsing with pleasure as the man drew his detumescing prick from within her. Through the fog of her post coital bliss, Maddy could hear the sounds of male approval all around.

When the man stood, her legs were released. She felt herself pulled to her feet. The man who had raped her patted her on the head and uttered some low, appreciative words. Through the slits of her hood she watched him as he mounted his horse and rode away.

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