This is the same place as the earlier chapters of Scenes From The Ranch, but absent any of the main players or storylines. Just a quick one-off to get things moving before Pt. 3 is finished. You need no information from the earlier chapters other than the setting being a very kinky ranch where a section of the population is 'stock,' living in a barn and available for general relief and fun.
The ranch hands didn't date much. "I live next to a literal barn full of pussy," one laughed at one point. But they all had past lives, and that included past girlfriends. Most of them didn't have much time for that either, but a few kept in touch with someone here or there, and sometimes they even gave a hint or two about their current occupation and life.
"So what you're saying," Sabrina wrote to Eddie, a hand of a few years' experience, "is that you live in a kinky, anything-goes paradise."
"Something like that," Eddie texted back, and didn't think much of it until Sharon St. Marie, Matron of the big house and generally someone to be feared, approached him one day outside the barn.
"Edward," she said, being the only person other than his mother who ever used his full name, "Why is some woman named Sabrina Villeaux calling this establishment and talking like we are the Marquis' own fantasy camp?"
Eddie didn't know who the Marquis was and he didn't know why Sabrina would be calling. "We have a phone?" he said as a way of dodging whatever was happening here.
Matron rolled her eyes. "Do you have a picture of Ms. Villeaux?" she asked.
Eddie wanted to raise his eyebrows but managed to beat back the urge. "I do," he said, and dug out his phone to scroll back, back, back into a past life.
"Forward it when you find it," Matron said, and walked away.
Later that day she had the picture in front of her boss, the owner of the ranch, who everyone just referred to as "Master."
"This kind of one-off fantasy indulgence thing is really more The Citadel's style," he said.
"I am aware," Matron said, "But there is the personal connection with our hand and there is the group of house staff that I wish to see rewarded."
"Good little boys, are they?" Master glanced up from the picture on the tablet to watch Matron's face. He knew how much joy she got out of running her little kingdom.
Matron smiled slightly. "Indeed."
"Then I trust your judgment," he said. "Besides, I do often wish I could bring the joy of this place to more people. Bring her in, give her the short version of the assessment, and if it seems like it'll work out then I have no objection."
And that is how it was that, two weeks later, Eddie was summoned to the big house and told to proceed to Room B2/D. He would know what to do when he got there, he was told.
Eddie whistled as he went, moving with the haste befitting someone who fits in well in an intensely hierarchical structure. Upon arriving at the room he wondered if he should knock, figured it couldn't hurt, then knocked twice.
He opened the door to find Sabrina, looking as fit and sexy as he remembered her, but significantly more ball-gagged and collared than when he had seen her last. He leaned against the door frame to take in the sight.
Her eyes were excited, meeting Eddie's, a bright smile making its way around the gag. "Hi Eh-ie" she managed.
"Shhhh," he said. He stepped forward and picked up a sign that was hung around her neck. "I have craved a certain treatment for years," he read aloud. "Please properly prepare me and take me to Stall 13, so I can finally get what I have been begging for." He smiled. Stall 13 was a double-wide stall at the far end of the barn. It had no permanent occupant, and was reserved for operations that required more space than the standard stall the stock were issued.
"Properly prepare?" he said aloud and her eyes flashed toward a bedside table, where an expandable butt plug sat on the nightstand next to a small bottle of lube. "Ah," he said.
Reaching for her, he shoved her face down on the bed and pulled so her legs were over the side. Taking her hands behind her back he arranged them so that they were each holding the opposite elbow. He drew on a nitrile glove (all of the hands carried a few at any given time) and drizzled some lube over his fingers and down into the crack of her ass.
He slid one, then two fingers in easily. He slid them back and forth gently, working on spreading them out, feeling her muscles tense and then relax, tense and relax. He kept going, working in a third finger and continuing to gently spread. When he felt she was ready, he reached over for the plug and switched it for his fingers. Letting all of the air out in order to start fresh, he gave the plug three quick pumps. "That should get you started," he said.
He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small leash. His habit would be to make her crawl, but he looked at her as she turned over and sat up on the bed. She was dressed in a red dress, a high neckline paired with a short ruffle skirt and he could see the tops of her thigh-highs peeking from just under the hem. When working her ass he had gotten a look at the garter belt she was wearing, and if the bra matched it was a very nice set. Her hair and makeup were done and she looked polished, sexy and sophisticated and stunning. He got the feeling he was supposed to deliver a pristine piece. So he clipped the leash to the collar but allowed her to walk several feet behind him.
"Let's get you where you need to be," he told her, and with a tug on the leash the two set off. Eddie could feel her craning her neck to look around the ranch as they traveled, and he slowed his pace slightly to let her soak it in.
He and Sabrina had broken up in part for pretty normal reasons but in part because he wanted more of a kinky day-to-day than she did. He was pleased that not having it had eaten at her enough that she ended up here. He heard the bulb of the inflatable plug knocking softly against her knees as she walked and he glanced back a time or two to take in the sight.
When they arrived at the barn he felt hesitation in her step, felt her pull back at the leash. He spun around. "Not how it works here," he said. "If you made it this far you know that. Let this happen." She nodded slightly, seeing what he was saying, and he led her down the rows of stalls. Some of the stock looked out at her, unused to seeing an unfamiliar woman, and one who was wearing clothes, no less.
Eddie pulled Sabrina into Stall 13 and let her hide slightly behind his shoulder. In spite of his attempt at guidance she was still a little nervous. It was tough to blame her, given the scene.
Three men Eddie recognized from around the ranch, men who worked in the big house, sat at a collapsible card table, playing cards and sipping long-neck beers. One more sat on a bale of hay, shining his boots. A dirty mattress lay on the ground between the sitting man and the card table. The man sitting on the bale of hay looked at Eddie.
"I don't know what your relationship was like with this piece of fuck meat," he said, "But you can stay and participate or, if you can't bear to see this, now is the time to go."
"Oh I'll stay," Eddie said. "Gladly." He felt Sabrina relax behind him, though it only lasted a handful of seconds.
She gasped around the gag as she felt a body press from behind, pushing into her. "That won't do," a male voice said in her ear, and she felt the gag being unbuckled and saw it being thrown into the dirt. "We might need this mouth for something," the voice said, and an arm snaked around her throat.
A second hand came and pried open her mouth, four fingers spreading her jaw and exploring the depths of her throat. She gagged and desperately tried to relax, but suddenly the three other men from the card table were up and surrounding her, each of them pushing in. She noticed they were all rubbing their cocks, each of them getting ready.
She felt the man behind her stoop down and a second later she felt the plug in her ass expand.
A boot pressed into her knee from behind and she sank, landing on her knees in the dirt, and before she could blink there were three cocks in her face. The fist in her mouth withdrew.
A new set of hands shot forward and grabbed the sides of her head. She did her best to keep mouth stretched open as the first cock sank home, sliding over her tongue and slamming into the back of her throat. She smelled a deep, animal musk and she shuddered.
The first cock withdrew and the other two followed suit, each man grabbing her and slamming home. The biggest of the three elbowed the other two aside and she took the hint and prepared to focus on his cock, but her two hands were pulled into the air and laid to rest on the other two cocks. She sucked desperately while trying to stroke in a sensual, rather than frantic, nature.
The cock she was focused on withdrew and its owner slapped her with it, the wet smack stunning her for a moment. Involuntarily she withdrew her hand from one of the cocks to wipe her face, and then equally involuntarily the hand, rather than returning to the cock, drifted between her legs and began to rub at her cunt.
The room exploded, a loud cry of shock and disgust, piling more contempt on top. The man behind her instantly began hauling her to her feet, and two of the cocks she had been trying to service joined in. Suddenly her head and both arms were being tightly gripped, and she twisted out of instinct, trying to regain control.
One of them was in her face. "Who told you to touch yourself?"
She whimpered. She understood what was happening but it was all happening so fast. She had asked them to mind the details, arrange everything, she didn't want to have to think about a script. She wondered if it would feel differently if she had a better idea what was coming. They had her fill out a kink checklist so long and so comprehensive she had no idea what they would and wouldn't indulge. She did not think about this for long; it was difficult for her to think about anything before something else came at her.
"Who told you to touch yourself?" he repeated.
"No one," she managed.
"And you did it anyway. Naughty slut." She swooned at the name-calling and hoped there was more to come. Her arms were cranked into a specific position now, bent at the elbow with her hands in line with her neck, and as she stood there a curved and bent iron bar closed around her limbs, locking each hand in place a foot from her neck. She was unable to touch anything of herself now.
