Dark Horse Farms Revisited

As you walk through the stables at Dark Horse Farms looking at the different merchandise for rent or sale you may or may not wonder who we once were. If you pause to look into the stall where I am kept, chained to the wall, you would see a curvy redhead with large blue eyes, round high breasts, slender waist and long legs, a toy to be rented for your amusement. However once I was a typical collage student, eager to be out on my own and to prove that I was independent, smart and sophisticated. I even had a name then, Kathryn. In truth I could be your daughter, only your daughter is well guarded and cared for at a private school as you are aware of the dangers and I was attending a public school and completely unaware of what lurked in the shadows. If you had paused long enough to ask how I had become the property of Dark Horse Farms I would have told you that I don’t really quite recall. I do remember being out at the bar with friends, dancing, flirting with a group of men slightly older than ourselves, risky perhaps, but they had money, appeared harmless and were willing to buy the drinks and what poor collage student turns down a free drink. Besides we were smart independent women who could take care of ourselves, well at least that’s what we thought…….as You walk by I think back on the last month, from when I was first brought to Dark Horse Farms, how I broken and trained and finally auctioned off for the first time.

Slowly I come back to consciousness, laying there I can feel the itchy straw beneath me and my first thought is why I am laying on the straw naked. Feeling fuzzy, unfocused I try to remember what happened to me, as I slowly open my eyes, looking around I realize that I’m in a stall, a horse stall actually, laying on a pile of straw completely naked, shivering in the slightly cool air, I guess its either early morning or evening by the light coming into the barred window. Slowly I push myself up and look around only to realize that a thick black leather collar is fastened snugly around my neck, reaching up I try to slide my fingers under it, but am unable to. I run my fingers around the collar to find a large ring embedded in the front, on both sides and in the back, I shudder as I touch ring in the back and realize it’s padlocked to a length of chain, turning, I see that the chain is attached to another ring in the wall. Slowly I brush the straw out my hair and listen to the noises around me and I realize that I am not alone, as the sounds of crying, whimpering and moaning reach my ears. “Hello, Hello” I call out “ Help, please help, I’m chained up this stall” For a moment its quiet and then a soft female voice responses “be quiet, your going to get in trouble” “Please, please help me” I call out “ I just want to get out of here, please “ Again its quiet for a few moments and another voice female voice, a little louder responses “shut up, your going to get us all in trouble, there is no help here” Becoming angry at what seem to me to be inadequate responses to my simple request for help, as it has not occurred to me that these girls are likely chained as well, I call out loudly “ HELP, HELP, I’M CHAINED UP IN THIS STALL” I hear soft moans as I continue to yell “HELP, SOMEONE ANYONE, HELP” Suddenly I hear a door open and as the door opens I hear several soft female voices “ohh no, now you’ve done it”
Coming down the center isle I can hear sound of firm footsteps and I quickly pull some straw over me, trying to cover up. In a matter of moments a tall svelte blonde woman is standing in front of the stall, she is a striking woman, likely in her mid fifties, with green eyes filled with concern as she looks shocked to see me cowering in the straw. “Oh my dear what happened? How did you end up here?” Instantly I’m grateful and respond “I don’t know, I woke up and found myself chained here, I’m sure there’s been some mistake.” Completely unaware that this is a game that the blonde enjoys with the more naïve girls, it still hasn’t occurred to me this could never be a mistake. Who chains up a naked girl in a stall with a bunch of other girls without doing so on purpose? “Well my dear I’m Brenda and let me get you out of there, I’ll be right back” I gush and smile “ oh thank you thank you Brenda” I watch as she walks away, assuming she’s gone to fetch something for me to wear, I settle in the straw, feeling a bit more relax. I hear Brenda talking further down stable, but am unable to make out what she’s saying, I assume she’s telling someone about the awful mistake and making arrangements to get me out of here. I hear foot steps coming back to the stall and Brenda appears with a blanket and a set of keys, unlocking the stall she steps in, tossing the blanket over me, before undoing the chain lead and helping to me to my feet. In a soft cooing voice she sheppards me out of the stall “come on dear, let’s get you out of here”. As I walk through the stable, Brenda’s arm wrapped around my shoulders, I smile smugly at girls I see chain in stalls, thinking myself much smarter than they, all they had to do was ask after all.
As I step out of the stable into the yard I gush on and on about how grateful I am, how I wouldn’t tell anyone about this place. Still early morning, the Farm is just beginning stir in the dim light and it looks like any other horse farm. As I’m walked towards the center of the yard, I don’t pay much attention to the different pens, corrals, sturdy posts, fence like structures many of which are hard to make out in the gloom. Suddenly I’m firmly steered towards a grassy area where two other women appear, before I can react I’m pulled forward into one of the pens, my arms dragged upward and locked into place, spread wide between two posts. “What, what’s going on” I scream “You said this was a mistake” twisting I try to kick my legs free of the strong hands that grab each ankle skillfully, spreading them wide and quickly fastening them to large rings cemented into the ground. I twist and thrash, trying to get my self free, as Brenda pulls the blanket off and stands back to look at me with the two helpers standing slightly behind her. “Very nice indeed, she’ll do well here don’t you think Gretchen” Brenda turns to look at a beautiful flaxen blonde. “Oh very well Brenda, look at how those tits bounce as she tries to get free, just think how wonderful their going to look bouncing up and down when a cane is used on them.” “What a prefect way to start the day and to start the slut’s training Gretchen.” Turning to a small brunette Brenda says “Ella go fetch a cane, we’ll start this slut’s education now” “Right away Ms Brenda” Ella disappears as I continue to twist and pull at the restraints unable to believe this is happening to me. Brenda and Gretchen look me over slowly, carefully, discussing me like animal. “Your right Gretchen she has wonderful tits, but look at her ass, its nearly perfect” as she reaches over and pulls the tight creamy checks apart I scream “nooooooo noooooooo You said this was a mistake” Ignored as the two of them continue to inspect me Gretchen responses “oh nice, that tight hole is going to look delightful impaled on something big and hard. You know Brenda it’s going to be hard to decide what should rape that hole first, there are so many options, baseball bat would be fun, but then again a Great Dane would be just delightful, I’m sure she’s never fucked a dog before.” Laughing as I instantly become still, horrified by what I’m hearing, Brenda says “or perhaps we should think about loosening up that hole with a Boa Constrictor first, it would open the entire hole, we just got that snake in yesterday, you know Gretchen I bet the guests would love it, after all it would a first here at Dark Horse.