Party Time/Party Time.iso/pt/story/mis32.txt

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                                    The Ranch
                                      by AL

         The Master was not satisfied with  his slave Susan. She was a  lazy
     slut who wouldn't do her share of the chores. Maybe he thought she'd do
     better as a pet. They arrived at the ranch late one evening. Susan  was
     collared and leashed. Pulling on her leash the rancher lowered Susan to
     all fours. He asked  her Master, "What type of pet do you want? We have
     fish, dogs, cats and horses.' Susan's Master  asked to see a dog.   The
     rancher called for Ginger.  He was answered by  a short slim blond  who
     scampered to his side  on all fours.  "Watch    her fetch" the  rancher
     told Susan's Master as Ginger ran  after a spiked ball The rancher  had
     tossed. Ginger brought  the ball back in her mouth, the spikes sticking
     into her tongue and lips, drawing  blood. Nuzzling up To the  rancher's
     leg Ginger  yelped for  attention.  "You're getting  your blood  on  my
     pants" shouted the rancher as he booted her in her left tit. Ginger ran
     away to her dog house in the corner. Susan's Master decided he wanted a
     pony to use on his estate. Since it was so late, the rancher led  Susan
     to the stable. There  she was put into a stall and securely chained. In
     the morning Susan  watched as  the stable  hands fed  the other  horses
     their oats.  Then her  turn came  as the  stableboy buckled  a  feedbag
     around her head and told Susan to  eat her fill. After munching on  the
     dry cereal Susan was led  from  her stall to  a water trough where  she
     was watered.

          The rancher entered the barn and led susan out to a corral.  There
     she was hung by  her wrists from a  hoist. The rancher   ran his  rough
     hands over her naked body tugging on  her nipple and cunt rings.   When
     Susan cried  out in  pain, the  rancher slapped  her across  her  mouth
     telling her to  make sounds only  when asked  to by a  human. A  cowboy
     brought a large box to where the rancher had Susan strung up. From  the
     box, the rancher took a harness that fit over Susan's body. Her breasts
     were outlined by straps that went around her chest above and below  her
     tits. These straps  were connected to  two spiked rings  that just  fit
     around the base  of her breasts.  Any movement of  her tits would  pull
     them into the spikes. A strap  ran from between her breasts to  Susan's
     waist, where another belt circled her body.  From that belt a strap ran
     from front to  rear across her  cunt and asshole.   Over Susan's  pussy
     there was a large rubberband-like donut, over Susan's anus was poised a
     5" thick dildo with a plume of feathers  on the end.  A long strap  ran
     from her waist belt up to  Susan's collar. Susan was released from  the
     hoist and pushed to the ground. Using his riding crop across her  back,
     the rancher instructed Susan to kneel with her ass in the air. It  took
     ten good  skin tearing  strokes of  the crop  to get  her in  position.
     Wiping the  crop  on her  bleeding  back, the  rancher  announced  that
     Susan's conversion into a pony for her Master would begin. "First,  you
     need  a  tail.",  the  rancher  told  her  as  he  plunged  the   thick
     unlubricated rubber cock  up her ass.  Susan cried out  in pain as  her
     anal tissues  tore from  the forced  entry. "You  were told  to  remain
     silent" said the rancher  as he pushed a  cock-gag into Susan's  mouth.
     He gave a final shove on the dildo in Susan's ass as he locked it on to
     her ass-belt. This new pain  caused Susan to bite  down on the cock  in
     her mouth. As she  did, Susan felt  a squirt of  cum-like fluid on  her
     tongue. Opening her eyes she glanced down and saw a tag labeled, "HORSE
     CUM" sticking  out  from between  her  lips. The  rancher  howled  with
     laughter as a look of recognition came on to her face. "Horse cum for a
     filly" he chuckled.  "Now that  you've got a  tail let's  get you  some
     shoes." the rancher told Susan as he led her on her hands and knees  to
     a shoeing stand. There  Susan was hung  at her waist  so that her  four
     limbs were  dangling in  the air.    The rancher  told Susan  what  was
     coming, "These shoes will have you walking on the balls of your  feet."
     He picked up her right leg and pushed  her foot into the shoe. Next  he
     took a handful of nails and hammered them into her heel from the bottom
     and the side. Then  he lifted her foot  up and rested  it on his  knee.
     Taking a power tacker and a hammer,   the rancher drove the tacks  into
     the sole of Susan's foot in the shape of a horseshoe. The rancher  then
     moved to her left foot and repeated the process. Finished with  Susan's
     feet he moved to her hands.   Taking her left hand, the rancher  shoved
     it into a stiff leather mitten.   It's shape held Susan's hand bent  at
     the wrist. Pins pushed through her  arms locked the glove in place.  He
     finished her right hand and lowered Susan to the ground. As she hit the
     dirt, Susan's hands felt the thumb tacks in the mittens drive into  her
     flesh. Urged on by the liberal  use of the rancher's crop, Susan  began
     to learn  to prance  about on  all fours.  Yanking on  her collar,  the
     rancher stood her up on what he told Susan were now her rear legs.  She
     could feel her blood oozing from the many spike wounds on her feet.  As
     she trotted around  the corral, Susan  could feel the  nails and  tacks
     sliding in and out of her rear hooves. Susan bit down once more on  the
     cock in her  mouth and realized  she had finished  her supply of  horse
     cum.
                                 TO BE CONTINUED