Hard Stabling

The barn was beautiful in the late afternoon sun. Light poured down through the small cracks in the ceiling and the back wall, illuminating the dancing dust motes that flittered through the air. There was a soft, steady breeze blowing outside, which kept the tall grass surrounding the building perpetually ruffled. It also took the edge off the summer heat. This wasn’t the case inside the barn, partially because the wind couldn’t get in and partially because it was a heat trap. The insulation kept the humidity at a swelteringly high level, and the moisture in the air was mixed in with the scent of hay and wet soil. The man had been in the barn for less than a few minutes and he was already feeling overheated. He was wearing short pants and a thin t-shirt, which helped take the edge off, but it still felt like he was in a sauna.

The man made his way down one of the narrower hallways, where both sides of the corridor were filled with empty stalls that had once held livestock. The pens weren’t very long or wide, and they were barely high enough to reach his knees. The walls and gates of the cages were made up of thick metal bars, set in a checkered pattern of vertical and horizontal stripes that formed squares. The holes were wide enough to let small animals squeeze out. The man had no idea what had been kept in the pens before he had bought the property. Anything that wouldn’t have been able to escape wouldn’t have room to move, and each stall was only big enough for a single creature. It was a puzzle, but the man had never given it much thought. It didn’t really matter anyways, because their odd design was perfect for what they were used for now.

The stall that he was looking for was near the end, where the hallway turned left to meet up with the rest of the barn. It was in the corner, with no walls or other cages next to it. Plenty of space to move around. The tray that he had been carrying was placed on the floor, just within reach, before he stepped close enough to peer down inside.

He couldn’t see much of her from where he was standing. There was a teenage girl facing away from him, down on the ground on all fours. She was covered in a thick, dull grey latex suit that ran from her head to her toes. Only her crotch and some of her long, dark red hair were open to the air. Her arms and legs were bent in and bundled up inside the suit, leaving her elbows and knees to support her weight. He could see the bulge in the sleeves that held her legs, where the meat of her thighs fought for space with her calves inside the tight rubber sheath. The ends of her pseudo-limbs were capped with fake pig hooves. They were dug down deep into the loose dirt that made up the floor of the pen, though not to the point where they were completely buried in the dry muck. The only exception was the hoof on her left kneecap, which was lodged inside one of the patterned squares near the top of the stall. Rope were wrapped around the base of the hoof and the bars to keep it in place. It kept her wrapped leg up in the air at an impressively high angle. The sight brought to mind the image of a dog lifting up its leg.

The girl’s crotch was splayed open, but most of it was hidden by a dark plastic plate in the shape of a scoop. It was shaped to wrap around her groin like a loincloth, but more around her ass and taint than the front of her body. The lower end of her vagina and her pubic mound were the only part of her that wasn’t hidden away by either it or the gimp suit, but even then weren’t completely untouched. The girl had a tiny barbell piercing through what appeared to be her clitoris hood, and it was tied to a small wire that looped around the bottom bar of the cage’s back wall. It had a fair amount of slack to it, but there was still enough tension to keep the barbell stretched up and away from her body. The flesh around it was red, slightly swollen, and shiny with a thin, slick coating of her juices.

There was a black curly pig tail sticking out of the end of the plastic covering her asshole. There was also a large handle sticking out at the end of the scoop near her tailbone. It was tied to some rope, the other end of it attached to something near the back of her head that he couldn’t see. The rope was pulling her backside with enough strength to keeping her ass tilted up into the air.

The man took in the sight for a minute or two without speaking. He knew that she knew he was there. He hadn’t bothered to hide the sound of his footsteps. She hadn’t moved since he had arrived. The latex and the plastic plug was keeping him from getting a good view of anything important, and he was curious to see how she was doing, so he circled the pen until he was standing front of her.

The bondage was just as thorough in the front as it was in the back. A leather hood covered her head, topped with fake animal ears and a choker that hugged the bottom of her neck. They were both made of dark leather that was the same color as her suit. There were holes cut out for her eyes and her lower face. Her skin provided a nice visual contrast to the hood due to how little slack it gave her; the laces on the back had been tightened to the point where he could see the curvature of her face from the leather. There were two other small holes cut out on each side of her head, where strands of her hair had been threaded out and wrapped around the nearest bars of the cage. They weren’t tied very tightly. It was more of a loose lasso than anything else.

A bit gag was in her mouth, and it was kept in place by rope looped around the two ends of the gag. This is what the plug in the back had been attached to. The pressure that was keeping her ass presented was also pressing the gag down into her mouth. There was a wide, shiny path of dribble streaked across the bottom of her chin and neck, and there was a damp patch in the soil below her head. A steel nosegag was forcing her nostrils open in a distinctly piggish way. The hook’s cord was sewn into the crown of the hood, and it was just barely long enough to reach her nose. To top it all off, a padlock hung from below her chin, keeping two straps that converged from the back of her head in place. The straps had to be loosened before the gimp mask could be removed.

Below all this, almost hidden from view, a thin but long rod hung between the girl’s breasts. Her nipples were pierced, and the rod had been threaded through her body and the latex suit.