Scenes From the Ranch

Note: This is a continuation of a story about life on a very kinky ranch. I've tried to make sure there's sufficient action, but it's feeling more character and vibe driven than kinky sex for the sake of it. I hope it's enjoyable, but that's up to you. As before, actions depicted may not match the reality of typical behavior, understandings of consent, physical capability, etc etc. Enjoy and thanks for reading!

PART ONE

Sharon St. Marie, Matron of the big house, was wearing what she thought of as her "fresh meat" outfit. A spotless white blouse with banded collar was tucked into exquisitely tailored jet black pants, which themselves slid into well-shined equestrian boots. It was, she felt, an outfit that communicated ruthless effectiveness with absolutely no tolerance for nonsense. Fresh meat quickly understood who she was, and the outfit helped.

Sharon stood in the security office staring at the bank of monitors. Her hand lay on the shoulder of Eddie, a security guard and one of the many house members who wore a chastity device controlled by Matron. Many house staff were controlled by one of the family members, but the remainder belonged to Sharon. Sharon enjoyed being in control of Eddie, but she liked him and thought him capable and dependable and as such her control was straightforward and even occasionally indulgent. Sharon had punching bag subs on staff, but Eddie was not one of them.

Sharon and Eddie were both focused on one monitor in particular, that of the camera in room B2/J. The one looking in on the fresh meat. "Her name is Mallory," Sharon told Eddie. As she watched Mallory sit up in bed, she placed Mallory's file on the security desk for Eddie to look at. Eddie glanced at it, but his eyes joined Sharon's on the screen as Mallory exited the bed and began to move around the room.

"She puts the robe on right away," Eddie said as Mallory removed the garment from the back of the door and put it on. "Thinks the house means clothes."

"A little modest, perhaps?" wondered Sharon. Together they watched as Mallory moved around the small room, giving short examinations to the vanity, the night table, and the bathroom. Mallory paused to stare at the open end of the room, which did look like it should have something larger in it. A table and chairs, a rug and sitting area, something like that. Then they saw Mallory shrug and turn toward the door.

"So she's broken one rule she should have been aware of, putting on clothes. If you can guess whether or not she exits," Sharon told Eddie, "there's a reward in it for you."

"Hmmmmmmmm," mused Eddie. "How long has she been here?"

"14 months," Sharon answered.

"No bueno," Eddie said. "Might still have that independent streak in her."

"Her stable hand says she's cooperative," Sharon countered.

"She's been with one hand?" Eddie asked.

"Almost entirely," Sharon told him.

"Then she doesn't leave," he said. "She's a good girl, or she's docile and scared. Maybe smart docile, like knows she shouldn't, or stupid docile, like doesn't think to, but she's about to park it."

Sharon and Eddie had played this game before. Sharon admitted that she did not think Mallory was the type to wander into the hall and yell "hello?" at the top of her lungs, but she liked dangling rewards in front of Eddie and it pleased her when he earned them.

Together they watched as Mallory took one step toward the door, causing a sharp intake of breath in Eddie, but she quickly adjusted course and returned to the bed. There she sat, upright, her feet over the side, hands in her lap.

"All right!" cried Eddie. "What'd I win? Uh, Ma'am. If it pleases you, Ma'am."

Sharon chuckled. Eddie was clumsy in his submission, unpracticed due to her indulgence and his years as something other than the lowest of the staff. "You'll know soon enough," she said cryptically. Truthfully she didn't know what it would be but Eddie did not need to know that.

She took a few more moments to re-review Mallory's file, mostly to let Mallory stew while waiting. Letting a few moments pass, she exited the security office, headed down one flight of stairs, then strode down the hallway, entering Mallory's room without knocking and practically without breaking stride.

Sharon noted with pleasure that Mallory did not jump when entering, but more than that she took notice of the fact that she was no longer wearing the robe. It wasn't on the floor, so Sharon concluded Mallory had taken it off and re-hung it while Sharon was on her way. Sharon had looked forward to an immediate punishment to set Mallory off on the right foot, but she decided the girl had wizened up in time and let it slide.

"Good morning," Sharon began. "I am Matron of the staff."

"Nice to meet you, Ma'am," said Mallory, "Thank you for coming to greet me." Sharon almost arched an eyebrow. The immediate tone and use of 'ma'am' was another good sign. Smart docile, maybe. On the spur of the moment, she elected to wrap a quick test for the fresh meat and Eddie's reward all into one. Crossing the small room, she opened the drawer on the nightstand and withdrew a leash.

"You will receive further instruction in the finer points of house protocol soon enough, she said, "but for the moment I will give you full instruction. Kneel before me." Mallory did so, neither hurrying nor hesitating. Sharon clipped the leash to the front of Mallory's iron collar and began to walk out of the room. "You have no current right to clothing or to stand on your own two feet. Crawl," she said to Mallory.

Mallory crawled behind Sharon as they traversed the hallway, stopping in front of the elevator. She thought back to Paul's advice: go with the flow. She could do that. The elevator arrived and Sharon took it up a single floor, exiting with Mallory in tow. Stopping at an unmarked door near the elevator, Sharon rapped on it sharply and it opened quickly. Sharon stepped in and Mallory followed. She found herself in a small room.

A man sat behind a desk, with a few filing cabinets against the wall behind him. One wall to the right was taken up by a bank of security monitors. Mallory smiled inwardly; she had thought that there was a camera in her room but wasn't sure, maybe the blank dome in the ceiling was a light that hadn't been turned on. It had been a camera and she had known it, if they were watching over her earlier they did not appear displeased with anything she had done. Then again, she thought about how she hadn't even done anything, and avoiding displeasure had been much of the point. She was drawn out of her thoughts as she heard Sharon tell the man behind the desk to stand up and come around front.

"Drop your pants and underwear," Sharon told the man and he complied without hesitation. Mallory stared at what would have been his cock, if she could see any of it. Instead, she stared at a stainless steel tube that sat above a slightly swollen pair of testicles. Mallory was a bit taken aback, as there were no male submissives on or around the yard. The house was different, she was starting to realize.

Mallory saw Sharon draw a necklace from beneath her shirt and sort through a striking number of keys. Finding the one she was looking for, she unsnapped the padlock at the top of the chastity cage and pulled it off. The man's cock immediately jumped to half-mast, something Mallory took as a compliment. He had probably seen many naked-but-for-their-chastity people led around on leashes, and the sight of her like that was still enough to arouse him. She smiled to herself again.

"What," Sharon asked Mallory as she unclipped the leash from her collar, "do you think I require from you at this moment?"

Mallory knew the answer, but her mind was racing. In her time on the ranch she had only had sex with Paul; a lot of sex went on around her but nobody ever tried to interfere with Paul having claimed her. The barn felt about a million miles away as she watched this man's cock begin to rise. He knew what Matron was asking as well as she did.

Mallory rose up on her knees and shuffled toward the man. She kissed the head of his cock. Part of her didn't entirely want to do this, but a larger part of her knew that the house was going to be the house, and remembered Paul telling her to go with the flow. The fact that one part of her time here had gone one way was no guarantee the rest of it would go the same kind of way, and falling asleep in one place and waking up in another had subtly reinforced this for her. She gave his cock another peck.

"You would have been fine in answering me directly," Sharon said, "You are always permitted to answer questions from staff members. But you answered me all the same," she said. "Get to it."

Mallory took this man's cock in her mouth and began to run her tongue around the tip, feeling it get harder and harder. Her mind flashed back to her time on the teasemount and she decided to show them that it hadn't been a waste, working back and forth to bring his cock to full hardness and then sinking it as far as she could in the back of her throat. Paul had a bigger cock, she thought with some level of satisfaction, than whoever this is.

"This is your reward," Sharon was telling the man. "You have four minutes, make the most of it. Young lady, if you are unable to draw out his orgasm in those four minutes he may take that personally." Mallory noted that Sharon was stepping behind the desk but did not see what she was doing there, as she was focused on the task at hand.

Sharon sat and idly flipped through a few files that were there, though she was not actually reading them. This had been a substantial test for Mallory, and she had excelled. Some incoming stock would hesitate before sucking the dick of someone they hadn't even been introduced to, even stock that had spent years on the ranch. This was even more likely if the stock had been taken by one hand early in their time, as Sharon knew was the case here. She made a mental note to talk with the hand at some point, as he had done something right in steering the stock.

Sharon heard Eddie's breath start to quicken and she glanced at her watch. 90 seconds remained and it sounded like this girl was going to get there! Eddie took the girl's head in his hands and started to pump and with 45 seconds still on the clock she heard Eddie grunt as he reached orgasm. "Swallow it," Sharon called to Mallory, not wanting to deal with any indecision or questions from someone with a mouth full of cum. Mallory did so as Sharon came from behind the desk.

"Enjoy yourself?" she asked Eddie.

"Oh yes Ma'am, thank you so much Ma'am." Sharon smiled at him and then quickly took Eddie's cock in her hand. Holding it in her open palm, she brought her other hand down with a snap, her fingers slapping the cock hand. Eddie winced but did not pull away, having defeated that instinct the first dozen times this happened. The pain did register, though, and his cock quickly shrank. Sharon slipped the cage back on and re-locked it. She turned back to Mallory.

"On your feet." Mallory obeyed. "You acted as I wanted you to act without question and hesitation, and by doing so have earned the privilege of walking on your feet. The house staff operates on a system of privileges and punishments handed out by those above you. I will caution you that privileges can be lost as quick or quicker than they can be gained. Still, you should consider yourself as having done well."

Sharon also knew that giving this girl the tour of the house would be easier if they were both walking, but Mallory genuinely had impressed her. "You are to stay one step behind me and one step to the right," she told Mallory, and she set off out of the security office and up the stairs.

Sharon and Mallory emerged in the kitchen. Mallory had noted the time on her alarm clock when she woke up and by now she assumed it was somewhere past 9, and those present in the kitchen seemed to be prepping lunch more than making breakfast. Mallory was determined not to let any scrap of knowledge slip by her, so she filed away the knowledge that things got started early here in the big house.

"Cook is getting lunch together," Sharon told her, "There is a staff lunch and then our house residents have put in for what they desire, and cook is meeting their precise needs. There is much I could tell you about the functioning of the kitchen but that is cook's domain, and if you end up in here I trust that he will take you under his wing. I only wish to show you one thing."

Snaking her way through the kitchen, Sharon strode purposefully toward a closet door. She stopped at the door and turned to Mallory. "This is the pantry," she said, and she opened the door.

Mallory could see sacks of flour, cans of beans, pasta, all of the kinds of things one kept in a pantry laid out neatly on shelves that ran the course of the pantry's three sides. But she also noticed there was a substantial gap in the shelves along the back wall, running right up to about head height, and right at the center of that gap there was a hole in the wall. Mallory had to keep from being startled when a tongue rolled out of that hole, drawing a sort of circle in the air before withdrawing. Sharon made a satisfied noise.

"That is a staff member, that lonely tongue you saw. It is a staff member whose behavior I did not find acceptable." She turned away from the pantry to the open kitchen. "COOK!" she yelled. "Have you any staff worthy of a bit of fun?"

Mallory took the man standing at the 12 burner stove to be the cook, given that he was bouncing from skillet to pot to oven. He said nothing in response to Sharon's call, only snapping his fingers and pointing to a young man who was chopping carrots. "No shit?" asked the young man, and the man Mallory assumed was cook raised his hand as if to say "do you really want to debate this?" when the carrot man dropped his knife on his cutting board and jogged over to the pantry, rubbing his hands together as he moved.

Entering the pantry, he dropped his pants and Mallory noted that he was not in chastity. Stroking himself gently, he sidled up to the gap in the shelving and stuck his cock into the hole in the wall, rolling his head back and moaning as the cock was met with a warm mouth.

"That poor soul was once allowed to shine shoes and mind closets," Sharon told Mallory. "She now sucks the cock of whoever wanders into the pantry, and she does so from what I assure you is a very, very small space."

Mallory wanted badly to ask how long this person would be there, stuck behind a pantry glory hole, but she felt now was not the time to be asking questions. Instead, she thought to herself that a lot of cocksucking went on at the big house, and she wondered if a case could be made for oral sex as the basic currency of human history. It was possible, she thought.

Sharon took Mallory's arm and led her away from the sous chef getting what he needed from the glory hole.

PART TWO

Isis spent four days in the infirmary. The whip had broken her skin in places, but Paul's skill was such that the shots spread out and nowhere did the whip really dig in. But the stock lived in stalls which were clean for stalls but still had their share of dust and dirt and so when a stock was in the state Isis was in the infirmary was the right choice for a while.

Watching over the infirmary was Nurse Darren, an absolutely gorgeous man who spent most of his time in a pair of scrubs that did very little to disguise the fact that he had the body of a Greek statue and an enormous cock.

Darren took his duties as a nurse seriously, but he also knew why Isis was there and knew that she wasn't sick or otherwise suffering from things she hadn't deserved, so he thought nothing of charging her rent on her bed in the form of blowjobs.

Isis' back was impossibly tender, so when Darren approached her, his hard cock straining at his cotton pants, she pushed herself up in bed, swung herself out, and guided him into the bedside chair as she got on her knees. This was not her first stay with Nurse Darren.

Isis liked sucking cock, liked the way men didn't realize how vulnerable they were when sinking into the pleasure. Darren liked his blowjobs slow and deliberate and Isis was happy to oblige. Darren had let her rest for the first day and a half, so the remaining two and a half days cost Isis five blowjobs in total. "It passes the time," Isis thought to herself in the middle of one of them.

Late on the fourth day Paul returned to the infirmary. He checked in with Darren, who looked at Isis as he told Paul that he would severely miss one of his favorite patients but that she was good to return to the barn and the yard. "Sounds good," Paul told Darren as he clipped a leash to Isis' collar and led her out.

Instead of the barn, they headed toward engineering. Isis had never been inside, but she knew it was the ranch workshop, home to design and repair services for everything the ranch required, both kinky and practical. Isis had spent her share of time on devices both painful and pleasurable, so she had a healthy respect for the minds in engineering.

"There's been some talk about your return to the yard," Paul called over his shoulder at Isis as they walked. "Most of it above my pay grade. But they think that there are some things that can be done to keep everybody in the right mindset." Isis glared at the back of his head, growing nervous and irritated by his vagueness.

They reached the door of engineering, a large barn door, and a moment after Paul knocked it parted just enough for the two of them to enter. Isis looked around as she and Paul were led through the room by a man in a pair of coveralls, through a large variety of tools, setups, work benches, piles of iron and wood, and many works in progress. Paul led her to a backroom that was clear of clutter. Sitting on the floor in the center of the room was a ball and chain. An honest-to-goodness, cartoon edition ball and chain.

Isis immediately put together what was happening, and fought the urge to yank the leash out of Paul's hand and run away. That wasn't how the ranch worked, and Isis had been here long enough to know that you just worked with what the ranch threw at you.

"Isn't it pretty?" the man in the coveralls was asking Paul. He was distinctly not asking Isis. "Classic. I started out trying to weld a chain to a kettlebell because that's the heaviest thing we've got just lying around but god it looked janky."

"So what'd you do?" asked Paul.

"Hydroformed a sphere, if you can believe it. You weld it up right enough and water pressure will push it right into shape. After that you drill a hole big enough for a funnel and fill it full of cement and then weld the hole shut and voila!" He snapped his fingers at Isis and pointed her to a spot in front of him. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out an iron cuff and a few broken links of chain. Looping a broken loop through the chain and through the cuff, he quickly welded it closed and motioned for Isis to step over. Closing the cuff around her ankle, he clicked a padlock shut and stood up.

"Give it a little pull," he said to Isis. "I had to take an educated guess on the weight." Isis stepped one foot away from the ball, which was a bit larger than a beach ball, and tried to swing the cuffed ankle around to bring them together. The ball did not budge. She tried again, giving a little grunt. The man hooted. "Hot damn," he cried. "Now plant both feet and drag it!" Isis did so, and found that with her feet braced she could pull the ball along, but it took effort.

Isis slumped a little, the humiliation mounting as she thought through how things would go on the yard with her dragging this around. Her status over the other stock was based on her experience on the ranch and her ability to physically and emotionally intimidate them. How were things going to go when it was revealed that all her experience had gotten her was a whipping and a punishment straight out of a silent movie? She slumped farther.