Hard Stabling · Part 1 (1/2)
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Author's Note: An extreme, over the top little story. It shouldn't be taken very seriously. Heavily inspired by LOL's Houchie Shoujo.
The barn was beautiful in the late afternoon sun. Light poured down through the small cracks in the ceiling and the back wall, illuminating the dancing dust motes that flittered through the air. There was a soft, steady breeze blowing outside, which kept the tall grass surrounding the building perpetually ruffled. It also took the edge off the summer heat. This wasn't the case inside the barn, partially because the wind couldn't get in and partially because it was a heat trap. The insulation kept the humidity at a swelteringly high level, and the moisture in the air was mixed in with the scent of hay and wet soil. The man had been in the barn for less than a few minutes and he was already feeling overheated. He was wearing short pants and a thin t-shirt, which helped take the edge off, but it still felt like he was in a sauna.
The man made his way down one of the narrower hallways, where both sides of the corridor were filled with empty stalls that had once held livestock. The pens weren't very long or wide, and they were barely high enough to reach his knees. The walls and gates of the cages were made up of thick metal bars, set in a checkered pattern of vertical and horizontal stripes that formed squares. The holes were wide enough to let small animals squeeze out. The man had no idea what had been kept in the pens before he had bought the property. Anything that wouldn't have been able to escape wouldn't have room to move, and each stall was only big enough for a single creature. It was a puzzle, but the man had never given it much thought. It didn't really matter anyways, because their odd design was perfect for what they were used for now.
The stall that he was looking for was near the end, where the hallway turned left to meet up with the rest of the barn. It was in the corner, with no walls or other cages next to it. Plenty of space to move around. The tray that he had been carrying was placed on the floor, just within reach, before he stepped close enough to peer down inside.
He couldn't see much of her from where he was standing. There was a teenage girl facing away from him, down on the ground on all fours, she’d not long ago celebrated her 18th birthday. She was covered in a thick, dull grey latex suit that ran from her head to her toes. Only her crotch and some of her long, dark red hair were open to the air. Her arms and legs were bent in and bundled up inside the suit, leaving her elbows and knees to support her weight. He could see the bulge in the sleeves that held her legs, where the meat of her thighs fought for space with her calves inside the tight rubber sheath. The ends of her pseudo-limbs were capped with fake pig hooves.
They were dug down deep into the loose dirt that made up the floor of the pen, though not to the point where they were completely buried in the dry muck. The only exception was the hoof on her left kneecap, which was lodged inside one of the patterned squares near the top of the stall. Rope were wrapped around the base of the hoof and the bars to keep it in place. It kept her wrapped leg up in the air at an impressively high angle. The sight brought to mind the image of a dog lifting up its leg.
The girl's crotch was splayed open, but most of it was hidden by a dark plastic plate in the shape of a scoop. It was shaped to wrap around her groin like a loincloth, but more around her ass and taint than the front of her body. The lower end of her vagina and her pubic mound were the only part of her that wasn't hidden away by either it or the gimp suit, but even then weren't completely untouched. The girl had a tiny barbell piercing through what appeared to be her clitoris hood, and it was tied to a small wire that looped around the bottom bar of the cage's back wall. It had a fair amount of slack to it, but there was still enough tension to keep the barbell stretched up and away from her body. The flesh around it was red, slightly swollen, and shiny with a thin, slick coating of her juices.
There was also a black curly pig tail sticking out of the end of the plastic covering her asshole. There was also a large handle sticking out at the end of the scoop near her tailbone. It was tied to some rope, the other end of it attached to something near the back of her head that he couldn't see. The rope was pulling her backside with enough strength to keeping her ass tilted up into the air.
The man took in the sight for a minute or two without speaking. He knew that she knew he was there. He hadn't bothered to hide the sound of his footsteps. She hadn't moved since he had arrived. The latex and the plastic plug was keeping him from getting a good view of anything important, and he was curious to see how she was doing, so he circled the pen until he was standing front of her.
The bondage was just as thorough in the front as it was in the back. A leather hood covered her head, topped with fake animal ears and a choker that hugged the bottom of her neck. They were both made out of dark leather that was the same color as her suit. There were holes cut out for her eyes and her lower face. Her skin provided a nice visual contrast to the hood due to how little slack it gave her; the laces on the back had been tightened to the point where he could see the curvature of her face from the leather. There were two other small holes cut out on each side of her head, where strands of her hair had been threaded out and wrapped around the nearest bars of the cage. They weren't tied very tightly. It was more of a loose lasso than anything else.
A bit gag was in her mouth, and it was kept in place by rope looped around the two ends of the gag. This is what the plug in the back had been attached to. The pressure that was keeping her ass presented was also pressing the gag down into her mouth. There was a wide, shiny path of dribble streaked across the bottom of her chin and neck, and there was a damp patch in the soil below her head. A steel nosegag was forcing her nostrils open in a distinctly piggish way. The hook's cord was sewn into the crown of the hood, and it was just barely long enough to reach her nose. To top it all off, a padlock hung from below her chin, keeping two straps that converged from the back of her head in place. The straps had to be loosened before the gimp mask could be removed.
Below all this, almost hidden from view, a thin but long rod hung between the girl's breasts. Her nipples were pierced, and the rod had been threaded through her body and the latex suit. Wires connected it to the front gate, forcing her nipples through the same punishment as her pussy was suffering through. The only difference between them was how little slack there was in the wires up front. She was facing the floor straight down, but her nipples were facing forward, the angle as close to perpendicular as possible.
The teenage girl met his eyes with a strained, unflinching gaze. The man could see how the skin that wasn't covered was flushed a deep red and coated with sweat. The man wasn't surprised. The barn was hot, and she was wearing rubber. He stared back impassively, and after a short staring match she blinked, closed her eyes, and opened them again with a squint. Her eyes were red, a glimmer of unshed tears in the corner of her eyes. It was probably because of the salty sweat dripping down her forehead. She still hadn't moved. He was pretty sure that she couldn't twitch without tugging against something.
The man took in the girl's silent and tortured body and, after a few moments to thought, he leisurely knelt down and took out a handkerchief from his pocket. He dabbed it across her face, carefully wiping off the worst of the sweat and the spittle around her mouth. Her expression relaxed into something a bit more grateful than before, thought it was still a strong undercurrent of strain. She was uncomfortable. He could change that.
He stood back up and walked back towards her ass. He took ahold of the knot of rope tied to the plastic belt handle. He fiddled with it, his first few fumbling attempts at getting it loose caused the rope to jerk back and forth, pushing and pulling against both the gag and the plastic belt. The girl didn't make any noises of protest outside of some quiet grunts, however, and he finished before anything else happened. It all came apart with a sudden burst of slack, and the girl's ass immediately fell down into a lower, more natural position. The man thought he heard a sigh of relief, but the noise was so quiet that he wasn't sure.
He helped slide the bit gag out of her mouth. The girl didn't say anything once it was out. Instead, she ran her tongue across the inside of her mouth, and then began to tenderly flex her jaw back and forth. The man wiped her face with the handkerchief once again, removing the last of the spit and sweat from her face. He absentmindedly examined the gag in his other hand while he let her stretch the few sore muscles that she now could.
It wasn't very large. In fact, it was narrow enough to fit in her mouth while still giving her room to talk. The man knew that the size hadn't stopped it from being discomforting to wear, the gag had been pressing down hard against the back of her mouth. It was more awkward than painful, but that was bad enough on its own, especially when there were so many other things she had to deal with at the same time. Another problem to juggle.
He walked back to the tray he had brought in earlier and picked up his plug adjustor. It was a pair of rubber tubes connected to two small plastic bulbs. He had made it out of a few blood pressure test armbands that he had bought on the internet. With it in hand, he leaned over the bottom of the girl's plastic loincloth belt thing. There were two slots right below the pig tail, and he threaded both of the tubes into them, pushing them through until they were all the way in. There were tiny, almost unnoticeable knobs near these two holes; the man carefully took his fingernails and used them to tighten the tube channels. It would keep them from popping out. Once that was done, he took the smaller bulb and loosened the knob that kept it airtight.
Air hissed out in a single sharp stream, and the girl let loose a soft, nearly involuntary moan. It was just as high pitched as the noise the pump made. He ignored her. Once the deflation was complete, he grabbed the end of the plastic belt with both hands, one at the top and one at the bottom. The man paused, double-checked what he was about to do in his head, and then he began the process of taking the whole thing off.
He took his time, but the slow pace was still rough enough to have the girl groaning and grunting in disapproval, though she was putting in effort to keep herself from making too much of a racket. Drawing the process out gave the man a good view of the plugs he was removing. There were three dildos inside the plastic belt; one for the pussy, one for the asshole, and one for her urethra.
The last one was the smallest and most eye-catching of the bunch. It was a thin, short stick with a collection of bead bumps molded into it. They were lined up across the base, the tip, and the shaft. It was the reason why he was being so careful. He didn't want to damage anything.
It was the shortest plug by far, and the man was able to work it out of her body relatively quickly. She had to suffer through a minute or two of painful jostling, but that was it. Once it was out and no longer in the way, the man let himself speed up. The girl let out a soft huff at him suddenly becoming rougher, but he just shushed her with a slap to the ass and jerk that took out another notch of dildo. She bit her lip and didn't make any other noises.
The second plug out was the anal dildo. It was as straight as an arrow and noticeably thicker at the tip than at any other part. There was a long rubber strip right underneath the end knob. It was the inflatable part of the toy, and it was where the compressed air had been before the man had released it. It was flat now.
The last plug came out almost at the same time as the second, which was because they both had nearly the same length. It was an extremely thick dildo, with a large, bulging rubber vein running across the part of the shaft that faced the ass. The crown at the end was shaped like a hyper-realistic penis head, though it was twice the size of a normal head with a pronounced upward bend. It was also just long enough to have it centered right below the tip of the anal dildo.
The man couldn't imagine how the girl had felt with those dildos inside her. The size of the sex toys were incredibly intimidating. And that was with no air pumped in the ass plug! The anal strip was placed so that, once inflated, it would press down against the spot right below the crown of the
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