Scenes from The Ranch Pt. 02.1
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.
She was roughly escorted to a stack of two hay bales, unceremoniously laid across them on her back. Her head was yanked to closer to ground level and one of the men got on his knees to bury his cock down her throat. She felt hands on her lower half, roughly grabbing her ass, pulling her thighs apart, and finally landing on her cunt. She felt the plug in her ass expand again, really stretching her now.
She almost thought she was melting, for how wet she was. "Look at this cunt, it's fucking dripping" the man touching her pussy said to another as he slid four fingers in and started hammering away, using his thumb to rub her clit with frustrating infrequency.
She was already melting, but her cunt being referred to as if it were totally separate from her, just a thing to be used, drove her even further. She bucked and twisted against his hand, feeling the pressure of his fingers against the walls that had been expanded by the presence of the plug. It was intense, almost overwhelming, but heavenly.
"You like that, slut?" The man fingering her asked.
"Yes Sir," she managed around the cock in her mouth.
"Shut up," the man fucking her face said. She frowned internally, noting that she had been asked a question. The man fucking her face picked up his pace and was now really hammering away, so her higher level thoughts took a back seat as she struggled to cope.
His breathing was faster now, and after a few more moments he withdrew from her mouth and grunted as he climaxed, spraying a load over her face and chest. It dripped down into her hair and he smiled down at her, then wandered off. She followed him as he went, noticing that he was retiring to a corner of the stall to piss into a bucket.
Eddie stepped in here, taking the place opposite her face. "Work on it," he said, motioning to his half-hard cock. "Just slow and steady."
There was something comforting about having a very familiar cock in her mouth, and she reflected on how odd that was as the man fingering her withdrew his hand and prepared to enter her, slapping her hooded clit with his hard cock.
"Are you ready for this?" he asked, and Eddie withdrew his cock so she could answer.
"Yes Sir," she said.
"Beg me," he said.
"Please fuck me," she tried.
"You need to do better than that, slut!" he cried. "I can fuck any hole in this barn, why should I deal with your disgusting cunt?"
"Please Sir!" she shouted. His calling it her disgusting cunt was helping her get up to speed. Eddie put his cock back in her mouth briefly and it allowed her to collect her thoughts. "I know I'm just a disgusting, worthless little piece of shit fuckhole but I need your cock in me so badly!" She was rolling now, her voice reflecting the honest desperation of being this close to her long-held fantasy. She went right at it. "Please put your hard cock in my disgusting little cunt!"
"You think you can just waltz in here, one night only, looking all fancy and stuck-up and you're entitled to our cocks?" This was a different man, one of the ones standing just to the side and slowly stroking his hard cock.
"No Sir," she said, "please take pity on me."
"No," he said. Him and the other man who had yet to touch her stepped forward and each grabbed her dress just inside the neck line. They quickly yanked in opposite directions and her dress split down the middle, hanging off her shoulders but spreading open to expose her delicate lace bralette and garter belt. They grabbed the bra and ripped it open as well. Her perky tits were exposed, the rock hard nipples jutting out.
"Hang on," Eddie said as he stood, withdrawing his cock from her mouth. He went to the tool box that was always in the corner of Stall 13 and raised the lid, hoping to find something specific. He did not, but there was a roll of twine and a basket of clothespins so he changed course quickly and returned to his ex-girlfriend.
Groping her breasts one at a time, he quickly ran a zipper of clothespins around the circumference of one breast and then the other. Another clothespin adorned each nipple and Sabrina was breathing deeply, trying to process the pain.
"That's good," said the man who had called her fancy and stuck-up. "You're halfway to deserving our cocks, but I think that if you want it that bad, you're going to have to give us both your holes."
Here it was. The one specific detail she requested. "Anything, Sir," she said, a lightness in her voice betraying her excitement. "Please."
She was roughly picked up and held briefly while one of the men laid on his back on the dirty mattress, his hard cock sticking straight up. She felt the plug in her ass deflate and it was removed with a steady but even hand, leaving her feeling empty and open.
One of the men produced a lube shooter and inserted it, sliding the plunger as he coated the inside of her ass. And then she was being lowered, her legs being held up, the men working together to lower her gaping ass directly onto their friend's cock.
The cock sank home and she shuddered. It had been a while since anyone had fucked her there, and though she had worked on stretching in the week leading up to her visit it was different finally having a big, hard cock back there. The man bounced her slightly, working his cock in and out in short strokes, getting comfortable. His friend got on his knees in the mattress, still stroking his cock, and he lined up with her still soaking cunt. Eddie was behind her, his hands on the iron bar holding her hands and neck, keeping her steady, balanced. The man in front of her sank his cock into her and she could have cried, then, finally, finally, finally getting an honest-to-god-two-hard-flesh-and--blood-cocks double penetration.
Her eyes rolled back in her head and Eddie smiled, noting the reaction. They had talked about this fantasy more than a few times, and even used toys and a harness to simulate the experience. His life on the ranch had taught him that kinky play in the bedroom was a far cry from the real thing, and he was very happy for Sabrina that she was getting to live this out.
"You might want to stand clear, Eduardo," one of the unoccupied men said. He was staring at Sabrina, stroking his cock faster and faster. Eddie moved from directly behind Sabrina, using one hand to keep her steady all the same. The man stepped forward, stroking furiously now, and came across her face.
The other unoccupied man was the one who had deposited the first load, and he was apparently a quick rebound because he took his friend's place and quickly had another load landing on Sabrina. Eddie motioned for one of them to trade places with him and the quick rebounder obliged. Eddie now went to work on himself and laid his cum on top of the others. It was now in clumps across several places on her hairline, one drop resting on an eyelash, and several dried streaks down the length of her face. Each man was now pissing in a bucket in the corner and one motioned for Eddie to do the same.
"Ah fuck," the man fucking her in the ass called, "I'm close." That must have been a pre-arranged signal, because the two men not fucking her quickly stepped in to help her off of the two cocks, getting her stable on her knees. The two men who had been fucking her quickly got themselves off on her face and then hustled to the bucket.
Sabrina knelt there, catching her breath and soaking in the feeling of being the slut she knew she had always been. It stank in the stall, of sweat, of fucking, and the smell coming off of her was all of that plus the striking scent of multiple loads. She was in heaven.
"Did you cum, slut?" the man who had fucked her in the ass, who seemed to be the ringleader, asked.
"No sir," she said, truthfully.
"Do you think you deserve to cum?" he asked.
"I don't know," she said, "I don't know anything, I'm just a dumb cum slut."
They all laughed. "True, true" one called.
"I know what you can do to earn an orgasm," Eddie said. He knew enough about Sabrina's fantasies and from the props in place he knew where this was supposed to go.
"Please sir," she said, trying to turn to face him but struggling due to the bar. "I'll do anything."
Eddie moved to the toy box and got the magic wand that was in every toy box across the ranch. He nodded to the ringleader, who went to the corner and lifted the bucket. He had seen bigger buckets of piss on the ranch, but this was a respectable effort. He took a step toward Sabrina, then a thought occurred to him.
"Ring gag," he told the assembled men. One of them hustled to the box and grabbed one, then hustled to get it into Sabrina's mouth and secure behind her head. The ringleader resumed his march toward Sabrina, whose eyes were wide open.
"You want to cum, you wear this bucket on your head," he said. "You still want it?"
Sabrina nodded wordlessly.
"Say it," the ringleader told her.
"Please allow me to earn an orgasm by getting a bucket of piss dumped over my head, Sir."
The ringleader stepped in and up-ended the bucket over her head. The piss cascaded down, coating her face and running into her mouth, pooling around her tongue. Most of it flowed straight over and down, of course, but enough stayed in her mouth that she struggled to push it out with her tongue.
The bucket stayed upside down over her head, still smelling of piss. Eddie stepped in with the magic wand, trying not to kneel on what was now a piss-soaked mattress. He did not have to stay there long, his experience with Sabrina revealed, as she was obviously seconds away from orgasm.
He reached up and grabbed hold of the tail of the zipper, handing it off to one of the other men to pull. He watched her chest heaving as her breath picked up pace. When the echo from inside the bucket moved from "ohgodohfuckohgodohfuck" to an unintelligible scream, he nodded to the man holding the string, who ran backwards while yanking as hard as he could.
Sabrina came to in a hospital bed, a gorgeous black man staring up at her as he massaged a salve into her breasts.
"Ordinarily my services cost a pretty penny," he was saying, "but I consider you a guest here."
"Thank you," she said, having completely missed his implication. Her voice was soft, exhausted. Eddie rose from a chair in the corner of the room.
"Was it everything you needed?" he asked. She nodded.
"Good," he said.
"Eddie," she said, gathering her strength to ask the question that had been in her mind since she was put on her knees in the stall. "Who do I talk to about permanent residence?"
- Matron showed Master the picture Eddie had sent of Sabrina, mentioning that she had received a suggestive message from her about the ranch's activities.
- During the session in Stall 13, Sabrina was subjected to both physical and verbal humiliation as part of her fantasy. The scene included elements of bondage, gangbang, and even a reference to piss play with a man urinating near her.
- Unbeknownst to Eddie, Sabrina had been planning this visit for a long time, craving the intense experience the ranch could offer, particularly the use of 'Stall 13', a space reserved for operations requiring more space than the standard stalls.
- The experience in Stall 13 was an example of the type of degradation and humiliation that took place in the ranch, further enhancing its kinky reputation and solidifying the boundaries between the 'stock' and the ranch hands.