2. Cowgirl Anatomy While cowgirls retain the majority of the physical and biological characteristics of human females, there are certain aspects of cowgirl anatomy that separate them from the average woman. Some aspects are obvious to even the most casual observer, while others are more subtle and can go unnoticed by those who are unacquainted with the indu...
Chapter 3 - Slaves in a new world The new world was hot, the sky a clear blue and the air dry. Every male had been collared and leashed; some walked on two legs, some on four. Alex was led out still wearing his humbler. Every petmale on the ship had been fitted with one. Alex had grown completely used to the view from all-fours, but part of him longed to st...
Randy opened the door to see who was brave enough to be out in a blizzard on a Friday night. Whoever it was pushed on past him and came into the bunkhouse, stomping the snow off their boots. Wrapped up in a parka, a scarf wrapped tight around their face, it looked like a woman, tall and slender. She took off her gloves (after setting down her oversized bag)...
Misty's sobbing continued all the way to Valentina's bedroom. The security man at the door let her in. Misty didn't see Valentina in the room, so she crawled to the tiles that had been set in front of the sofa, and kneeling upon them waited for the Goddess. While she was surprised by Emilia's sudden attack, and still in pain from the vicious slaps to her fa...
"Kate!" The urgent whisper brought me to immediate attention. Our room was dark, the sun not even close to rising. Daryl was hovering over me, tense as a cornered wolf. "What is it?" I whispered. "Somethin's happenin' out there." He replied. "I thought I heard an engine and I'm pretty sure there's some guys outside. I think we're in for a raid." My heartb...
Chapter 2: The Rocking W Ranch and a Worn-Out Car The jostling of the truck as it crosses over the cattle guard awakens Sam. Cattle guards are strips of steel bars spaced about 3-inches apart over an open steel box. The purpose is to prevent livestock from trying to walk through an opening in a fence. Cattle attempt to cross, but the opening between the bar...
This chapter, including the Epilog, is the final submission for this story. I sincerely hope you liked the story. Once again I thank my editor, Erik Thread, for his tireless efforts to help me give you an enjoyable read. "All right, gentleman," Atwood nodded at Gail and smiled, "and lady. Let's get a little curious. We are going to play a game of 'What I...
"Up," barked a Canyon Crazy. Needle arose slowly, wrists and neck chafed from weeks in irons. The smell of shit and piss filled the air. Thick metal bars separated him from the rest of the kennel, where other slaves were held in much the same way. There was scarcely enough room for him to move a step. He was lucky, though, because the Crazies were training...
Delphi Caen slid her way through the busted security door. The control room of DynaCorp's Livestock Health and Wellbeing Facility had seen better days. Spilled tranq cartridges and an abandoned stunrod told the story of just how effective the staff's response to a total power outage had been. Emergency generators had kicked in, but only after the majority of...
One bright sunny afternoon, a little tow truck drove into a farm, carrying a vehicle with it. The farm in question belonged to Mr. Murphy, and the vehicle in question was a blue car driven by Ian Johnson, a handsome college sophomore who was driving to his family reunion when his car broke down near the Murphy farm. This did not bode well for him as he told...