Of all the fun during my youth, I would have to say living the ranch life is what I miss the most, of the many chores within ranch life it was breaking and riding the horses. I missed those days of seeing horses tied at the school, as students attended their classes. Even more fun was our long country rides on Saturday, inspecting the herd and checking the f...
Helena was exhausted. The ache in her body could be felt in every inch of skin, every unmoved muscle and rattled bone. Her head ached constantly and she fitted in and out of consciousness. The blow to her head had been minor but in combination with her vision, little food and water she was left weak. The rider seemed tireless. At first she had tried to spea...
When the bandit crew had discovered the girls, they were mere hours from their camp, not too far to the west. The last leg of their journey would be, at the most, a few hours, most likely a tiring time for the troll-sluts, naked, strapped to the back of that horse that had so thoroughly invaded their holes. By the time they'd reach the camp, they'd be passed...
I had this idea. I'd decided that I could make a living by buying a dude ranch and turning it into a wedding chapel. You know, a place where the happy couple could go get married with all the cowboy trimmings - trail rides and hay rides in a wagon for the wedding party, cookouts and sing-alongs around the big campfire. We'd have cute little rooms for the...
Valentine followed the couple through the glade and around the clump of boulders that formed a natural barrier. She felt self-conscious again as they walked past the gathered forest folks, aware of the dirt and cum covering her body. As they reached the pool, Val had to resist the urge to dive in. The pool was perfectly clear, the water tinged the slightes...
Your alarm went off promptly at 6:00am. The dildo in your ass made you squirm as you got out of bed. There was a wet spot on your panties. Your face felt tight and you remembered the cum that was on you had dried. On your night stand was a note. "Slut...Go into the bathroom. You may relieve yourself in the bottle, not the toilet. You may remove the dildo f...
She stood immobile as she had stood for the past three days, afraid to sleep in case she stumbled and the rusting metal collar by which she was secured by way of a short chain from the cellar's vaulted ceiling should serve to snap her neck. She still wore her yellow party dress, and her black bomber jacket, even her high heels, only her pretty pink panties...
I was filling out my horse-imprinted check and I couldn't remember if Steve charged 65 or 75 dollars. "It's seventy-five, right?" I called out casually, not wanting to look cheap. "Well, actually," he said, "Eighty-five this year. I'm cutting back a little." Okay, I thought, and really, I understood. Steve was probably fifty years old; horse shoeing coul...
James was saddle sore. He had been riding all day and he was tired. He had walked his horse for several miles and was back in the saddle again. As dusk was approaching, he began to look for somewhere to bed down for the night. As he came over the crest of the hill he saw a small cabin with a plume of smoke curling out of the chimney. He recognized the cab...
The Mistress entered the room. Clad in a tight, black leather bra, studded with rhinestones around her exposed nipples and an even tighter matching garter, she walked with the aura of dominance. The clicking of her black leather, thigh high stiletto boots sang sexual desire to the slaves as they awaited her commands. Two slaves were there, one male, one fema...