Ashley's tits had caused her nothing but trouble since day one. They were a little too big, a little too heavy, and way too noticeable.
Growing up, she had endured stares and whispers from perverted boys. She had struggled with finding the right bra size. And worst of all, she couldn't even sleep on her stomach. But compared to the problem facing her now, all those annoying inconveniences seemed like pleasant dreams.
"Wake up, slut." The voice was grating and feminine, and all-too-familiar. Standing before her was Diana, the stable hand. She had a bucket wrapped around her arms and a soapy towel in the other. The towel dripped dubious fluids on the ground as the husky-voiced blonde approached.
Diana wore a checked plaid top which exposed her midriff and belly button. A pair of baggy jeans drooped around her waist, held just barely in place by the world's most dedicated leather belt. A tuft of blonde pubic hair poked out from above the belt buckle. Her long flowing locks were topped with a ten gallon hat bearing a pair of sunglasses, which seemed to wink in the summer sunlight.
Diana knelt down at Ashley's side, giving her a good look at the blonde cowgirl's features. She wasn't exactly pretty, but she wasn't plain either. If Ashley was being charitable she would have called her "cute."
Maybe the cowgirl caught a certain measuring look in Ashley's eyes, seeing as her amused expression quickly turned sour.
"Take a picture, slut. It'll last longer." Diana reached down and fondled Ashley's left breast, squeezing and pinching her nipple while staring approvingly.
At some faraway farm hidden from the outside world, Ashley had been kidnapped. She had been stripped naked, collared, and left to roam through this strange agricultural prison. There were dozens of other women just like her, and a few men too. All stripped naked. All treated like animals. And all forced to endure whatever lurid acts the staff dreamed up.
Diana redoubled her assault, dropping the bucket and towel as she put both hands on Ashley's tits. Kneeling and crawling across the soft grass like an animal, Ashley fought to keep her expression neutral as a wave of pleasure coursed through her fingers and toes.
Things could be worse. They were never hit or injured. They were fed human food (out of sight from the paying customers, of course). And it seemed like the staff were genuinely aware that they were human beings, and merely played up the animal stuff as part of their job. But even so, Ashley felt she had to escape. If only to get away from Diana--the one bitchy farmgirl who had apparently made it her mission in life to play with her as often as she could.
"Got something for you, cutie..." Diana muttered as she groped inside the bucket. She pulled out one flexible dildo, then a larger one. Searching and grumbling, she pulled out a long rod covered in knobs, then one with a little rubbery hook at the end to catch her g-spot. Finally, Diana found the tool she was looking for.
"Look familiar?" It was a dildo shaped exactly like a horse's penis, thick and shapely and spotted. She pressed the plastic instrument against Ashley's lips, snickering as her busty captive tried to pull away. Finally she forced the slimy rod down her throat, prodding and pounding as little slurping moans escaped Ashley's throat.
Once the rod was suitably lubricated, Diana turned it on her pet. She gently prodded the outskirts of Ashley's rear, teasing her asshole before moving down a little lower and shoving it directly between her thighs.
Ashley cried out as the dildo--wet with her own saliva--slid inside her tingling cunt. The feeling of being filled up against her will was deeply embarrassing. Her face went red as she braced against the pleasureful invader, accepting and grinding against Diana's skillful hand. The horse cock went deeper, deeper, until finally Ashley felt the base pressing against her labial lips. She fell over, thighs shaking uncontrollably as Diana moved in for the kill.
Pressing her lips against Ashley's pussy and rubbing it vigorously with one hand, Diana pumped the barnyard dildo like a piston. It sloshed with every movement, each depraved thrust bringing Ashley closer and closer to the edge. Finally, Diana abandoned the dildo entirely and grabbed both bare swinging tits. Sucking on one and tugging the other, Diana whispered:
"You love being groped, and fucked, don't you?" She planted one wet kiss atop Ashley's overstimulated nipple. "You little whore. I bet you loved all those handsy boys back in school. You fucking slut."
Diana grabbed the dildo and shoved it, laughing.
Ashley came, and her mind went blank.
When she awoke, she was back in the stables. The Sun was low in the sky, several hours must have passed. The mysterious farm was open for business, and guests roamed the garden and the fields and, of course, the stables.
One family passed them by, sparing only a second to digest the odd scene--four women and a slim man all lying down in a little fenced-off pasture. They were shaded by the roof, and Ashley could just make out the little coy smiles of superiority--the obnoxious expressions of people who wore clothes and lived normal lives and had somehow avoided this bizarre turn of events. They went on, talking amongst themselves and sometimes laughing at some poor naked girl's misfortune.
"It's not fair" Ashley cursed under her breath.
Diana sat atop a gate, chewing bubblegum and reading the paper. She glanced at Ashley and the others before yawning. Ashley couldn't help but notice that her low-hanging jeans were a little damp around the thighs.
"Hey, hey you," came a voice.
"What?" Ashley whispered back, eyes on Diana and a pair of guests drawing nearer.
"You're new here, right?" The speaker was a woman, one of the many naked attractions. She was lying at the corner of the stall, a sort of dreary half-smile flickering in her tired gray eyes. She must have been in her late thirties, and her full breasts were nearly as large as Ashley's.
"I am."
"Well, don't let the staff hear you talking like that. Technically we're not supposed to speak at all, not during business hours. If you say anything negative though, hoo boy. They'll tie you up and eat you out for hours. Ask me how I know."
Ashley crawled on her hands and knees. "How long have you been here anyway?"
"Long enough to know that you shouldn't be walking around with your ass swaying in the air, new girl. You don't want to--ah hell."
"What?" Ashley whispered, eyes wide. "What's wrong?"
The older woman snickered. "Nothing. Well, better you than me anyway."
Before Ashley could say another word, she felt a firm hand grasp her collar and drag her over to the gate.
Standing just outside was another pair of guests, an older man and his son. The youth eyed her naked body all over, cock visibly pressing against his tight khaki shorts.
"I want to play with this cow!" he crowed.
"Fine, fine. She's pretty enough."
