Unknown - Pony girl

"Yeah," said Brad, and they set a date for Brad to bring the bull around.

"Be sure to tell Lena I sure am glad to see her back home again. And tell her we'll go out some night, whenever she wants. Tell her she just has to say the word," called Brad loudly as he got back into his car.

"Yeah, I'll tell her," said Roland chewing on a bit of straw. He stood in the driveway watching the car until it pulled entirely out of sight.

He tied her up immediately after that. She was lying in the straw in the corner near the cleaned horse stables. It felt very empty with the horses not there.

Roland pulled his dick out from his dirty lowslung jeans with his equally dirty, thick fingers. It was hard. He walked over to the shelf on which the saddles were kept and smeared some saddle grease on his dick.

Lena was wearing her blue jeans and moccasins, but underneath she still had on the stockings and garters from the night before. Roland liked her to wear them under her work clothes, so that she was always ready.

He pulled down her pants so that he was staring at the white moons of her ass and the blonde cunt that lay between, bound by the black garters. He opened her ass with his large twitching fingers, and stuffed one finger in her asshole.

She made a movement and stifled a cry of fear.

He slid the thick finger in and out for a while, easing the hole open. When it took his finger easily, stuck three fingers in and again she cried out.

Soon he brought the tip of his proud erect cock to her anus and rubbed the saddle grease on the opening. He reached under her and felt for her boobs, the long pale smooth things lying like eggs in the straw and he paddled them with his fingers and twisted the nipples until she held her ass up higher.

His fingers again on her ass he shoved his cock into the opening of her asshole and held it there for a moment. Her asshole was closing up tight around his dick.

"Open up!" he commanded.

"Open your ass up, bitch!" he snarled at her and the whip came down across her back.

"I can't!" she whimpered.

"Open!" he said and he shoved his dick in farther.

From then on in it was a matter of yielding to the pain and fear and opening up to him as he wanted to, in order that the whole thing might be quickly over.

He stuffed his cock way up into her hole and stuck his fingers into her vagina at the same time. In this way, with his horn up her ass and his fingers up her cunt, he had quite a good grip on her. He pulled her about, this way and that, pulling her up onto him, and sliding her down off. What more complete way to dominate a female, he thought, than to have this two-fisted grab on her.

He looked at her jeans, down now around one ankle, and at the legs, spread apart and twisting, in black stockings seamed as if they held big sausages. And he watched his powerful pole disappear between the moons of her ass and her cunt become red and wet as he gripped her with his fingers.

He just kept pulling her up and pushing her back, sliding her up and down on his wet pole like a plaster horse going up and down on its pole on the merry-go-round. Her asshole was soft, so soft, and tight, it squeezed him tighter than her cunt.

Suddenly he couldn't restrain himself and he shot his white wad up her ass, squeezing all his juice out of him.

"Don't ever let me catch you with that Brad King," he said, releasing his double grip on her and throwing her back in the straw.

One day a carnival came to town. Lena could hear the tinkle of the faraway calliope on the edge of town as she did the barnyard chores, and she stood on the gate of the fence of the corral for a long while that night, looking up at the stars and listening to the sound of distant merriment.

Her father went out that night and he tied her up in the barn as usual, near the horses. At about eleven o'clock she heard a car pull into the driveway, but she knew it wasn't her father's truck. She heard a door close and she heard someone walking about in the yard, tapping at the kitchen door and at the windows of the house, whispering, "Lena? Lena? Are you in there? It's me, Brad."

"Brad! I'm in here. In the barn!" she called. Her father had neglected to gag her that evening.

He heard her and tore into the barn. She looked at the expression of shock on his face and almost turned to look behind her.

Then she realized of course that the shock was at the sight of her.

He untied her and asked her how long she had been left this way.

"Oh, it's been a couple of months now, I guess," she said.

Again she saw the shock on his face, and she laughed. "You have no idea the kind of life he forces me to live. He keeps me out here and I don't talk to anyone. He says my mother is sick but I've never been in the house to see her. Look," she said pulling down her jeans.

He saw the stockings and garters that lay beneath. He stared at her without understanding.

"He keeps me out here and when he wants he comes and fucks me," she said.

"I've got to get you out of here," Brad whispered, with all the heroic fervor of an eighteen-year-old.

She laughed sadly. "Brad, he'll kill me if he knows you came by and talked to me. How the hell do you think you're going to rescue me? He'll come and find me, wherever you take me. He'll kill you too. He'll kill us both."

"No, there's got to be a way," said Brad, holding her in his arms. "I'm a man too, you know," he said. She nestled into the crook of his arm and started crying. He stroked her hair.

"Don't worry, little girl, it's going to be all right now. You just listen to me and do what I say. I'll get you out of here." His voice was determined, but his eyes gazing over her head at the horse he had once seen her mounted on, were unsure.

He took her to the carnival that night, against her protestations. She insisted on looking into the house for her mother, though he said she shouldn't.

"I have to," she said. But she dissolved into tears when she saw the still pale sleeping creature lying on the sad pillow with spit bubbling between her lips.

"Mother! What's wrong with her?" she cried. She lifted one of the woman's lifeless hands and felt a small pulse beating slowly somewhere deep in the flesh.

But Mara Hanson never woke or responded, and Brad led Lena away, saying they'd better get away before her father returned.

He'd seen her father in a bar, drinking and talking loudly, that night. And as soon as Brad had walked in and seen Roland Hanson sitting there, he'd turned around and got back in his car and drove straight for the Hanson farm. He'd been determined to see and talk to Lena for himself.

The carnival made her dizzy. She was unaccustomed to so many lights and noises and the crowds of people frightened her. She clung to Brad's arm with terror, afraid someone would recognize her and tell her father, or worse that her father would be among the crowd.

Brad took her around the back of a tent and opened the flap. A red-haired woman in a dress looked up from diapering a baby.

"Linda, a friend of mine needs a place to stay. Can she sleep in the back?"

Linda quickly made up a bed in the back of the tent. Brad whispered in her ear for a while, while Lena lay looking up at the wrinkles in the canvas. Then Brad came over to where she lay. He untied a knot in the wall and a flap came down, giving them some privacy.

"She's my brother's wife and she says you can stay here for a few days. Don't go outside the tent unless there's no one around and wait here for me. Okay?"

Lena raised herself up and put her lips against his lips. "Okay," she whispered.

She fell back on the cot again and he lay down on top of her. He just kissed her lips with his, gently, and stroked her long hair. Their lips on top of each other were wet and firm and when they parted their lips slightly and allowed their tongues to touch it was sweet. His hands traveled up and down all over her body, feeling the curves of her youth under her thin summer clothing. She just lay there and let him feel her, feeling the warmth and tenderness of his caress. When he slipped his hand under her blouse and felt the smooth firmness of her left breast she shivered and her nipple rose like a spirited stallion. He placed his lips on this bucking animal and gently and tenderly circled the nipple with his tongue, feeling its hard ridges. He cupped the other breast in his hands and did the same.