Emotionally it took me over the edge. But physically what was I to do? The horses had more freedom... a better chance of escaping the farm’s regimen than I had.
I had no choice but to lie tummy down, thighs parted, rectum lubricated and glistening to entice... night after night after night. And the s****l depravity evolved. Carlos become more and more comfortable handling a naked bound woman. He took to leashing me by my cunny ring and walking me about, proudly displaying his dominion to the other hands. He became more cruel. When putting me on display in the corral my breast chain was hooked higher and higher, the stress increasing, forcing me higher and higher on my toes.
Exhausted, I looked forward to my return to the stall. There I merely had to lie and pleasure the penis... time af
