The Filly

by Paul Moore

  As Brutus took a jar from the shelves behind her and opened it, Morgan watched Dusk wheel the brazier into the center of the room, positioning it so that it would be directly in Morgan’s line of sight. It was a gas burner, that was obvious from the little tank strapped to the legs. The overhead vent would carry away any fumes. Lady G had thought of everything. Dusk turned on the gas and ignited the burners. Blue flames flickered within.

  Morgan felt fingers entering her puss, delivering a cold lubricant and massaging it in. The tutors at the Bar S ran an efficient school, and Morgan’s body had been an apt pupil. In spite of her fear, she could feel herself responding. These men were only lady G’s tools. There was no moral victory for Morgan if she resisted the natural demands of her body in this situation. She arched her back to open herself to his ministrations and lowered her head, retreating into a place where her tormenters could not follow.

  Enjoy what you can. There will be time to scream later.

  In spite of the brave front she had displayed for her captors, Morgan feared that Lady G had spoken the truth. Sarah had never really told Morgan that she loved her. Even if she did, there was very little that she could do to effect any sort of rescue. Given enough time, these people could break her will. Her stubbornness would merely amuse them and make their job more interesting. How long could she deny her new status after she had been marked forever as lady G’s property?

  Dusk took two branding irons down from their hooks on the wall. She did it as noisily as possible, just in case Morgan had failed to notice. One was shaped like the letter ‘L’. The other was a ‘G’. She pretended to examine them, shooting a sidelong grin toward Morgan as she replaced the ‘G’. She held the ‘L’ shaped brand under Morgan’s nose. It was old and rusty, stained by use.

  “We’ll just try this one out today,” said Dusk. “You will need some time to heal before we give you the second brand.”

  It clattered and threw off sparks when she dropped it into the flames.

  “It will give you a little something to look forward to.” The air control sighed as she adjusted it to make the flame burn blue.

  “Lady G says you’ll be ready to sign a lifetime contract long before your year is up.” said Dusk. “She figures there won’t be no point in waiting around to brand your ass.”

  The grin she flashed at Morgan was vindictive. “It made sense to me.”

  The cock that Morgan felt nuzzling its way between the lips of her puss was thick beyond anything in her experience. She caught her breath and looked back at the black giant, Brutus. He was working himself erect, pumping a shaft that was purple-black and thick as Morgan’s wrist.

  “Go easy, please!” She whispered.

  She knew better than to ask him not to rape her. He was merely a slave following orders. There was a human in there as well though, and he might be reached by her appeal, as long as Dusk didn’t overhear and veto it.

  Perhaps he felt sorry for her after all. He entered slowly, and backed off a bit when she caught her breath. He still hurt her. No matter how gently it was presented, the shaft burrowing into her was still thick beyond anything in her experience.

  A hand in Morgan’s mane raised her head, and she stared up at Dusk. The woman’s dark eyes danced gleefully as she observed Morgan’s pained expression.

  “These boys are about the horniest couple of studs I ever met,” she crooned, as she forced a rubber wedge between Morgan’s teeth and secured it with a leather strap. “I expect they’ll be pokin’ you every chance they get. You think it hurts now. Wait till they get down to bustin’ your ass. They’re gonna make you squeal like the sow you are”

  Morgan was grateful for the gag. It prevented the sort of retort that would only get her into worse trouble—it that was possible. Dusk studied Morgan’s eyes for a moment, and laughed at the hatred she read in them.

  “We are going to have a lot of fun together.” She spoke through clenched teeth and punctuated her remark with a couple of slaps that were just hard enough to redden Morgan’s cheeks and make her flinch.

  Abruptly, she let go of Morgan’s mane and let her head drop. Behind her, Morgan could feel that the giant had finally worked his full length into her, probing so deeply that she feared injury. She breathed noisily through her nose, trying to relax and accept him. She clenched her fists as he began to pump.

  The rape went on for a long time. Buck and Brutus tag teamed her. When one man sensed that he was about to climax, he would pull out. His partner would be keeping himself ready, stroking himself slowly to maintain his erection, so that he could immediately fill the breach. Eventually her body adjusted as her resistant channel opened and became slick for them. She whined a protest as her treacherous flesh betrayed her and her own excitement blossomed.

  She became aware that Dusk had become bored with their performance and left the room. This was just part of the softening up process anyway. Rape was the proper prelude to the agonies that would surely follow. It robbed her of dignity. She couldn’t pretend to be the brave heroine after they had reduced her to nothing but a rutting female animal, red faced and drooling around her gag.

  At last, the men who rode her made an end of their sport. First Brutus, and then Buck cradled her hips in their big hands until her toes left the floor and pumped her hard and fast until they came. She managed to delay her own orgasm until she was certain that Buck was nearly finished, knowing that she would be extra sensitive after a climax, and these brutes weren’t likely to take a break while she got back into the mood. Having some measure of control over her own body was a small victory.

  Abandoned at last, she sagged in her chains, becoming painfully aware of her racked shoulders. Buck wiped between her legs with a towel and disconnected her cuffs. His arm under her belly prevented her from collapse as he lowered her gently to the floor.

  She looked up at Buck and tried to communicate with her eyes the gratitude she felt for this small comfort. He was only a slave, just as she was. If she had any hope for allies here, she might find them in Buck and Brutus. Whatever reasons they might have for submitting to Lady G, they had to be aware that Morgan was a prisoner here. It was probable that Dusk had gagged her in order to prevent her from recruiting them as accomplices. Even if they couldn’t be persuaded to help her escape, they might do whatever was in their power to make her life here easier to bear. She thought she saw an answering flicker of sympathy in Buck’s eyes before the door boomed open and Dusk returned.

  “Maybe the two of you lovers need a little time alone over there?” growled Dusk

  Buck leaped to his feet and bowed his head contritely, removing any doubts Morgan may have had about who was in control here. Dusk’s power descended from Lady G of course. It was mere privilege, awarded to her on a cruel whim, and could just as easily be repossessed. Dusk knew that, and it was likely to make her dangerously cruel.

  “Take that gag off. I got work for that sassy mouth.”

  Buck bent hastily to his task. Morgan was still working her jaw and making faces at the lingering taste of rubber when Dusk landed hard on her chest, seizing her wrists and pinning her to the ground. Her face was very close to Morgan’s. Her grin was not pleasant.

  “Wanna rassle again?”

  Morgan surged against the grip that held her fast. Speed and agility were of no advantage this time. Dusk was immovably heavy, and more powerful than most men. Her iron grip pinned Morgan’s hands as though they had been nailed to the floor. Morgan just glared back and said nothing.

  “Oh, you’re a proud little princess now, but I’ll make you my slut soon enough. You’re gonna kiss my feet when I come down to kick you awake every morning. You’ll raise your white ass up nice and high and beg for a whippin’. You’ll think it’s an honor to kiss my ass.”

  As she spoke, Dusk was grinding her hips suggestively against Morgan’s crotch. “Like bumpin’ pussies, hon? You liked it enough doin the nasty with that cracker trash.”

  Morgan tried not to let Dusk se
e how much the mention of Sarah hurt her. Any show of weakness would give her an opening, another tool for causing pain.

  “I’ll be ridin’ your ass later with a big old strap on. Gonna ride that ass all night long.”

  Dusk slithered forward until she could hold Morgan’s elbows down with her knees and straddle her face.

  “Show me how you licked her pussy. Do it real good and maybe I won’t whip your ass too hard today.”

  Fear and habit inclined Morgan to obey, but Dusk had insulted Sarah. Morgan pursed her lips and tried to turn her head aside. Dusk’s thighs tightened against her skull and braced her while the smothering bulk descended.

  Morgan had a quick glimpse of the thick pussy lips, like slices of raw liver, just before they covered her mouth and nose. The giant hovering over her became a blur as her eyes glazed with tears. She arched her back and struggled for air while Dusk bellowed with laughter.

  “What’s the matter? Don’t you like dark meat?” Reaching behind herself, Dusk sought and found Morgan’s nipples and twisted them. When Morgan opened her mouth to cry out, she found it filled with the pungent folds of Dusk’s sex.

  “I’ll be puttin’ rings in these later, maybe a pair to match down below,” Dusk growled.

  After an eternity, Dusk raised her hips enough to let Morgan draw a desperate gasp of air before covering her mouth again.

  “Next time, I better see that tongue sticking out.”

  Her lips had been shaved, but not recently, the coarse stubble scratched as she ground herself against Morgan’s face. Her strong musk filled Morgan’s nose.

  Abruptly, Dusk tired of her sport and stood up.

  “Fuck you, bitch. We can try again later. I think we’ll both be more in the mood after I peel me a little skin. Hang her up.”

  Morgan was still trying to catch her breath when the two men took her by the wrists and elbows and pulled her to her feet. Her cuffs were connected to the chain over head.

  Dusk worked a clanking chain fall until Morgan was on her tiptoes. She tossed her mane defiantly as Dusk selected a leather cat and waved it under her nose.

  “I won’t be able to beat your ass for awhile after you’re branded. It might spoil the mark. So the whippin’ I give you today is gonna have to last you for awhile.”

  She made it memorable. Morgan’s ass was not the only target she aimed for. The heavy tails snapped and whirred everywhere it seemed. Within minutes, Morgan was striped from neck to knees.

  Morgan’s feet were unfettered. Dusk wanted to see her dance and struggle. Whenever she lifted one of her feet from the floor, her equilibrium would be upset and she would start spinning, offering Dusk plenty of choice, tender targets.

  At one point, Morgan reacted to a particularly vicious cut by kicking at Dusk. The reaction had been anticipated, however. Dusk merely sidestepped and grabbed Morgan by the ankle. She lifted Morgan’s leg high and punished her rebellion with two swift cuts to her crotch, swinging hard, up and down.

  The pain was unimaginable. Writhing, Morgan raised her other foot off of the floor and her wrists felt the cuffs bite deep. The foot that Dusk held became a pivot point. Laughing Dusk released it with a push to whirl her around even more. Morgan feared that she had been permanently damaged. When Dusk set her stance to deliver another savage blow, Morgan dropped her head, sobbing, resolved to simply take her bitter medicine from now on.

  Dusk paused after a time and mopped her brow with a towel. Morgan’s body was running with pain sweat by this time, and Dusk used the garden hose to rinse her off.

  Morgan had been slumped over, weeping softly and drawing on her physical reserves, determined to endure. The cold water shocked her out of her lethargy as she whooped and writhed to avoid the icy spray.

  Dusk shut the water off. “Brutus, go see what’s keeping Lady G. She wanted to watch the branding. Tell her it’s about time.”

  As Brutus padded up the stairway, Dusk picked up the whip again.

  In the extremity of her anguish, Morgan closed her eyes and pretended that it was Sarah’s hand wielding the whip. In her imagination its bite became a caress. It was Sarah’s fingertips that stroked her welted skin to assess the damage. The fantasy was comforting, and the hard fingers that were thrust into her from behind, hard enough to lift her off of her feet, found her dripping.

  “You weren’t supposed to enjoy this, bitch.”

  The sound of Dusk’s voice broke that spell, yet Morgan displayed a faint, private smile as she hung limp and sweating from her bonds. She had found a small way to spoil the woman’s revenge after all.

  With an angry roar, Dusk hurled the whip into the corner hard enough to make her huge assistants cringe.

  Footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs. Morgan caught her breath. It could only be Brutus returning with Lady G. She was coming down to witness the branding, the mark that would make Morgan her property forever.

  Dusk’s scowl became an angry grin. “Let’s see how much you enjoy this.”

  The iron she lifted from the brazier was glowing red.

  “Put it down slow,” someone barked, “unless you’re fixin’ to wear that brand on your own ass.”

  Startled by the unexpected voice, Dusk wheeled around.

  Sarah stood in the doorway, leaning against the jam. Her arms were folded across her chest and the butt of a pistol showed above her big silver belt buckle. The two men standing behind her were not as large as Buck and his stable mate, but they looked capable, and the loose way that their jackets fit suggested that they were armed as well.

  “Where I come from,” said Sarah casually, “rustlers generally get hung.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  “I’m really surprised that you expected to get away with this.” Sarah shook her head. “Did you really think that we wouldn’t find your secret hideout here? Hiring Soupcan to do your dirty work was your biggest mistake. He was just plain sloppy. The axle on that cart had tool marks on it, and he didn’t even bother to sweep up the metal filings from the floor of the toolshed. In case it matters to you, I didn’t hurt him. After he told me what I needed to know, I gave him his pay and sent him packing.”

  It was a bizarre meeting. Everyone was gathered in Lady G’s sitting room, a formal parlor that was as aggressively Victorian as The Bar-S Ranch house was Western. Looking through the window, Morgan could see that they were no longer anywhere near the desert. Towering spruce danced in the wind outside, and the ground was powdered with snow.

  She didn’t remember the trip here. It was likely that she had arrived by private jet. She would probably be leaving the same way, but this time she would be conscious. As a girl growing up, she had heard the phrase ‘jet setters’, but had never dreamed that she might actually travel among them. For a little while, at least, she would be running with the big dogs.

  A mousy little slave girl in a frilly maid’s uniform passed a tray of tea and cakes to the gathering of adversaries. Her ankles were shackled together with just enough chain between them to let her take dainty little steps in her hazardously high heeled shoes. She wore no panties, and her skirt was too short to hide the lattice work of narrow dark welts decorating her ass. She had been caned hard and recently. She displayed some fear of these unexpected and well armed visitors, but life as Lady G’s personal slave had probably taught her to live with fear as a chronic condition. She was probably in less danger than anyone else in the room.

  In a brief hour, everything had been turned upside down. Morgan was sitting in a chair beside Sarah, while Sarah’s hired muscle stood flanking them. The bodyguard’s hands were folded in front of them in an ‘at ease’ position that signaled their readiness for any necessary action.

  Dusk and Tinka sat across from them. Their wrists were cuffed to the arms of their chairs and their ankles were shackled to the legs. It seemed to Morgan that Lady G deserved chains as well, but deference was still being shown her. She was still one of the big dogs, after all, even when she acted like a common bitch. I
t didn’t matter anymore. Morgan sensed that now Sarah had become a big dog too.

  Lady G occupied a neutral corner and assumed an air of offended dignity, as though she still expected to bluff her way out of this.

  “I don’t know what silly plot your groom and these two trollops have cooked up together, but I assure you...”

  “Save it for somebody who might be buffaloed.” Sarah cut her off. “You wanted my girl, plain and simple. You figured to make a fistful of dollars running her ragged and have a lot of fun playing with her the rest of the time. I suppose there was that whole added thrill of getting away with something underhanded. I think that the Racing Association will be very interested in hearing what I have to say.”

  Lady G turned pale. Sarah knew how to hurt the rich and powerful. Reputation was everything to them, and censure was still a potent threat.

  “Let’s not be hasty. They could have me expelled! That would be a rather extreme measure, don’t you think?”

  “Extreme measure,” said Sarah dryly, “like cheating, bribery, and kidnapping?”

  Lady G pursed her lips. She was wise enough to know when to shut up.

  “While you were busy scheming to steal my girl, I was negotiating to buy the Bar-S Ranch from Frisk. It turns out that he isn’t long for this world and knows it. He was planning to leave me the place anyway. So you might say that I have received an inheritance before the fact. It’s mine now, lock, stock, and barrel. He even gave me a grubstake to see me through the transition. I’m prepared to forget all about this incident. I’ll be taking my girl back, of course. I’m also ready to make you a generous offer on some of your stock. That black one over there is a bit temperamental, but I like a strong spirit. Properly broken, she would be a valuable addition to my stable. I want the other one too. There is no point in breaking up a team.”

  “Fuck that shit!” said Dusk.

  “Shut up, Dusk,” Lady G’s tone was conversational. She was thinking things over, and her calculations didn’t seem to be especially favorable to Dusk’s cause.