“Uh-huh.”
“You must be getting thirsty.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Let’s get you a nice cold drink.”
She untied him from the carriage and led him to the edge of the lake. He gave her a very confused look.
“Go ahead, drink up,” she grunted, gesturing toward the lake. He scowled at her with his gagged mouth.
“I said drink up!”
She shoved him down on his knees on the muddy edge, and he growled in sheer frustration. But of course he followed her order, crawling in deeper and lapping the lake water awkwardly through the metal bit. She cackled in sadistic delight while her pussy buzzed in wild anticipation. She took off all her clothes and tucked them beneath the carriage seat. The warm western sun felt so good against her well-toned S-shaped body. Casey crawled back to dry land with a thoroughly indignant expression.
“Good boy. You’re doing well so far, but you still have a lot to learn.” She grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the pasture. “I’m taking you up to the breaking pen and teaching you how to be a good stallion.”
Kelly grabbed some more rope and the riding crop, and steered him into a round grassy lawn with a metal pole in the middle, surrounded by a wooden fence. Designed for the first phase of horse training, when the beasts are still young and malleable. She nudged him against the center pole with a rotating hinge for tying horses to, like a primitive merry-go-round. She tied the rope around his body and the pole, completely immobilizing him. She admired her work while tapping her clit with the leather riding crop.
“Now then,” she uttered haughtily, getting more into the character of a stern masculine riding instructor. “Breaking a green is no easy task. You have to slowly ‘deprogram’ the animal until its wild spirit is completely erased. It takes a gentle yet firm touch, and a lot of patience. Whipping the shit out of a stubborn horse will accomplish absolutely nothing.”
She went right up to Casey and scowled in his ruggedly handsome face.
“But guess what, Mister Tibbs?”
“Huh?”
She shot him an evil grin. “You ain’t a horse.”
She swung the riding crop hard, striking his left nipple with a satisfying kaashh! He groaned and thrashed his tightly bound body in vain. She countered with another firm blow on his right nipple.
“Fuh yoo!” he shouted through the bit.
“No, fuck you!”
She whipped him twelve more times on the chest, painting a jagged pattern of pink stripes. Meanwhile, a real horse whinnied in the adjacent pasture.
“Ahhh-ha-ha-ha! Muh-duh-fuh-da!”
“Shut the fuck up, you lousy sub. You better learn some obedience toward your mistress, or she won’t be spreading her legs for you no more.”
She whipped him some more, and his dick rose to a full ten inches. She swung downward, striking the top of the tip and making him squeal.
“You heard me loud and clear, boy. If you don’t shape up and fly right, this big fucking prick will get mighty lonely.”
She struck each side of the tip with sweeping swings, then she delivered ten underhand blows on the highly sensitive lower part, making him squeal even louder.
“Oh yeah, that’s the sweet spot!” she cackled. “So many nerve endings clustered in that one tiny delicate spot. Did you know that women have twice as many nerve endings, right here?” She pointed at the fleshy hood right above her puffed-out vagina. She whipped his sweet spot five more times, savoring his agony. She paused to let him catch his breath, then she got right up in his grill again, sliding his thick manhood between her wet thighs.
“Have you learned your lesson, cowboy?”
“Uh-huh,” he murmured.
“You don’t sound very sincere. Are you fucking lying to me?”
He shook his head. “Ah-ah!”
“I want to hear it straight from the horse’s mouth.” She untied the steel bit and removed it from his mouth, dropping it on the grass. “Have you learned your sub lesson?”
“Fuck yeah, mistress. I’m your loyal stallion. You can ride me wherever you fucking want.”
“That’s more like it,” she beamed. “I’m gonna ride you like a monkey.”
Kelly grabbed the metal pole above his head, wrapped her legs around his waist, pushed his dick up into her pussy, and bounced up and down at a moderate tempo.
“Fuck yeah, bitch,” he growled. “I love it when you do these crazy porn star positions.”
“Shut the fuck up, you fucking shitface!”
She picked up the pace while moaning loudly, with no one else around to hear it in a two-mile radius. Just a bunch of horses.
“You better not cum without my permission.”
“Yes, mistress.”
She soon reached a climax that literally shattered the Badlands. She caught her breath for a minute, then she pulled out and dropped to her knees on the grassy breaking pen.
“I want to taste my cum on your cowboy cock.”
She deep-throated his tortured dick, gagging repeatedly.
“Fuck yeah. Fucking choke on it, cowgirl!”
She gagged ten more times, then she grabbed that that thing as hard as she could and jerked it as fast as she could.
“Permission to cum, mistress,” he whined.
“Not yet, boy.”
The brutal handjob kept going and going. He groaned louder and louder.
“Please mistress, let me fucking cum!”
“Not yet!”
“Fuck you, bitch!”
He fired hard without permission, hitting her painfully on the left eyeball. She laughed in disbelief as the rest of her face got glazed like a Krispy Kreme Cruller.
“Oh my god. You naughty little boy!”
She smacked his dick fifteen times with both hands, spiking his pleasure with more pain. Then she grabbed the riding crop, rubbed it all over her oozing face, and put the messy slapper right next to his mouth.
“Lick your splooge off my leather, horsey.”
He scowled at her, and licked it off reluctantly.
“Suck it like a dick.”
He scowled at her yet again.
“Come on, go to town on my favorite toy.”
His channeled his anger onto her toy, whipping his head back and forth on the stick while growling fiercely. She finally pulled it out of his mouth, and shot him a sweet smile.
“You’re a good horsey, Casey.”
“Am I broken yet, babe?”
“Hell no. It takes five weeks to finish a green. You ain’t even a halter broke yet.”
“Five weeks? God damn. I can’t wait to get my diploma.”
“Shut up, cowboy,” she giggled.
She wiped all that jizz off her face, licked it off her hands, and swallowed it with a satisfied hum. Then she wrapped her arms around his body and the metal pole, and kissed him tenderly. She wanted to savor this feeling as long as possible, before she untied him and let him revert to a cliché macho buckaroo. Kelly Kross loved that fleeting sense of total control in the male-dominated ranching industry. A renegade feminist in the new Wild West, needing more and more and more…