Its a complete understatement here to say that sometimes things turn out different than you expect. My innocent desire to save the the ocean and the planet by going to college actually ended up through a chain of events finding me in ways I couldn't have dreamed.

For background, I had a great childhood even if I went ignored a lot. High school went well too with I think the "standard" growing pains (barring one unusual short relationship where a boy liked to use his belt around my neck during sex). I went to college for three years meeting boys all over but none lasted through a meeting with dad and he visited weekly.

I was earning a marine biology degree which led to me learning SCUBA and an opportunity to live a month in the Caribbean doing research dives. It was co-ed... I ended up in bed with a boy I had become instantly attracted to. Some drinking a few days I was back in bed with him but this time at a place he chose. He suddenly held me down and called out to two more guys who were apparently waiting there. I had no idea that was coming but I was unable to do a thing! They got pretty nasty, hair pulling, making me take sperm in my mouth, slapping at me wildly often at my breasts and having me anally during which my head was held to the floor by a foot against the side of my face.

When they eventually finished with me, my idea was to simply act as if nothing happened so they would let me live and maybe even let me go. Even after I was away from them for some damn reason I was unable to report it to anyone and couldn't even muster up any hate for the guys. I was more ashamed of myself as I had… suffered… several unexpectedly vivid climaxes.

I carried that secret all through the rest of school and into my job as a secretary (not a biologist) and dating too. A few years later I went to an alumnus function (didn't want to but the girl on the phone sounded so desperate I gave in…) where I met a great man who was suspiciously perfect and amazingly caring as if we were old friends. In a short time he proposed and I being so desperate to change my life accepted. By what I assumed was coincidence, we honeymooned in the Caribbean very close to where I'd been in that incident.

We came back and set up our new home just like in the fairy tales and had several great months of blissful home life then noticed my husband was either drifting or having an affair because he wouldn't tell me where he was headed for a day or so at times, had secrets and was often short with me.

I was on the verge of asking what was going on with him when he surprised me with a mid afternoon phone call to say he would be bringing a "friend of his" to the apartment. He seemed unusually adamant that I be home even insisting I be dressed attractively. I figured it was some workmate or something that he wanted to "show off" to in some way.

I'd showered, did the best I could with my hair taking a bit longer to try looking sexier than I'd done in years and looked for the most attractive dress I could find in my closet full of mostly un-sexy clothes. Deep in the rarely used end of the closet was a stretch knit dress I'd worn one time as an experiment in my own sexuality during college days. One piece, white and tight! This dress was the kind that panties and bra can't be worn with so I stripped bare to try it on.

Thin straps barely held the material from rolling off my boobs to snap in a bunch around my waist in what seemed to be a conspiracy to meet the hemline which unrelentingly strove to roll up and meet the top edge and gather around my waist. I put it on more to see and feel how I looked in it and what I saw was Sexy.. TOO sexy and I was going to change it but wanted to look in the living room mirror and also get a juice from the kitchen.

I was in the kitchen when the front door opened! I heard the voice just as I saw the man with him... it was one of the guys who'd "raped' me in the Caribbean. Tommy held my arm and more showed me to the man than introduced me but his words were less blatant. "Greg, this is my wife... Honey, this is Greg"

I couldn't say a word and nervously let him hold my hand in a greeting. When my eyes did see his face again it was clear that he knew who I was and he seemed to know I knew who he was but he wasn't saying anything either. The guy stayed late and I made dinner served drinks and even offered the sofa to him but he said he had to leave.

Nothing was said about our past and I almost forgot the visit when four weeks later the guy was back and had my other two rapists with him. This time I had to take Tom aside and admit knowing Greg who'd been my college fling in the islands. He told me he knew, Greg had told him.

They all stayed late but no offer came from me to anyone to stay on the sofa. I had to try keeping a neutral attitude on the outside while my insides were twisting in horror. I wore that damned dress again because Tom specifically told me to but all evening each of them was looking at me as if I were dinner. I was shocked to watch Tommy giving them keys and envelopes out the front door. I was beside myself with curiosity but couldn't ask... I'm such a puss.

I lived in a self imposed bubble of silence and kept my eyes down to avoid all the thoughts I had in my head and to keep from aggravating Tom who seemed a bit on edge with me. Another three weeks passed then Tommy says he's going out of town and wants Greg (the first Rapist) to stay with me so I'll be safe and he adamantly insists. I fought and complained and assured but there was no way to prevent it.

Greg came three hours after Tommy left and let himself in with his own key to my house! I was scared but had to bear with it as Tommy was calling to check on me hourly. I was suddenly in prison this was so new to me and so weird of Tommy and this Greg guy.

Greg settled right in having me cook and serve him while he watched TV even having a porn channel on for a while then... he started. He said "We had fun didn't we" I told him I had not but I knew I was lying. He knew too he had seen me orgasm but he said he didn't care what it did for me as long as he got off. He told me straight out to undress for him. I ..wouldn't. ever but I also was unable to run then the phone again, it was Tommy... he asked me if I was nude yet! I ran into the bedroom to talk on the phone away from Greg and began to beg "Oh God Tommy NO! Don't say that!" I heard him yell at me to "shut up" then a short silence on the phone. Next, in that tone that he had when he was dead serious... he told me "No joke bitch, I want you naked and he gets to fuck you."

I cried, argued, pleaded... did everything for ten minutes then Greg was on me in a rush quickly getting me cuffed, gagged and collared by a chain. After that it was easy to ruin my dress to get me naked.

For the weekend I lived my rape over and over again as Greg used me mercilessly in any way he wanted. He told me how I was "his property" and I would learn to belong to him. I threw up until I had nothing more to give and cried my eyes dry but there seemed to be nothing that kept my body from convulsing in orgasm at being handled so harshly. I was sincerely asking him to kill me when Tommy came home.

I didn't even grasp the complexity of what was being done to me for days. The whole thing was explained and much to my horror and humiliation it was all done with me nude and chained. Greg explained that Tom had been a friend of his from early grade school days and he had been intentionally sent to "...get me". They had actually planned me marrying Tom and then this long ruse to get me back in Greg's hands. But there was a lot more.. it hadn't been a whim.. nor was it just the two of them... this was an effort of four men, Tom included, to get me on a leash to be a slave for them. My brain shut down, I was in a haze for days then in some creepy revelation as my ass was being used I sort of woke up to realize that I... and imagine my confusion... was their "slave". I wanted to be.

A month or so passed with me not even realizing I hadn't been to work or called family or done anything one does in life... I had been naked and on a chain every moment as four men came and went and spent hours making me orgasm against my own logic. Physically and mentally I was almost in a coma barely knowing if the sun was up or not, sometimes being chained in the bathroom for days. I had accepted that I'd be found dead in some mountain trail or a dumpster and had settled in my mind all my goodbyes to the people and things of my world.

I'd even accepted my role in this household and barely noticed when they began to pack up the apartment. I stayed chained and watched thinking more about how my mouth was becoming accustomed to the gag. Everything was taken out to the Uhaul van then in the dark of early evening so was I.

***Have you ever been on a long country back road and watched the passing of a long fence and wondered who and what that land was about? Who could afford even the fence alone, much less all that land? I used to pass one like that on our way to camping trips in the sierras... ***

By this time I was accustomed to being bound. Greg told me I was going to a place where they knew how to train me to be a pony girl and I'd be "ponying" for Tommy and others for ten times the money I'd get as a common whore. I lay back on my wrist bound arms, looked between my gravity spread boobs from my place on the floor, pulled my knees up and and opened my legs. I was offering my holes, silently trying to show that I had become his and was ready to be anything they wanted, I knew my soul was as much theirs as was my vagina.

My "value" of myself had shifted from being a "good and educated person making a living to being a collection of tits, holes and limbs that suited these men to use. Somehow I found myself prideful that I had a purpose so vividly tangible. The way they kept me was rewarded through intense spasmodic orgasms that seemed to erase any desires to be that other person again. While eagerly licking up the mess that spilled from me off the van floor I hated my body for betraying me but when I had those orgasms and even just before I wanted more than anything to be held in that limbo forever chained as a sexual whore.

Dawn found me still nude but they'd stopped to put me in the back of Toms pickup so the other two could unload the Uhaul van wherever it was headed. I recognized the gate I'd passed by so many times with my parents as we went to camp in the Sierras. A big wood arch over a dirt path that had a short chain link gate across. The arch had always intrigued me with the ranch name Bar-B-Run Ranch carved in the log. Didn't make sense back then but I get it now. The dirt road went for miles up into the hills and around a bend into a huge secluded valley. Overlooking the entry to the valley was a lodge like home up on the edge of the ridge but I wasn't going there. I went farther in to a small ranch house beside an old barn. Inside an old man, a desk and some chairs. Everyone sat down but me and I was to stand in full view.

A collar of metal locked and a waist band of the same then very thick heeled high shoes locked to my ankles and in that moment I became livestock. I really thought that this wasn't a real thing and it was just another game Tommy was playing but into the barn I went and there was a stall for me as well as a harness and some equipment that was not at all meant to let me have any modesty. Tommy actually slapped my breast fairly hard and said "Better learn and be a good girl"

The old man showed me right away he was far my superior strength wise by handling me into a shower stall and then back to my sleep stall where he locked me down by the neck then held my leg up and pushed his fingers in me.. in both.

I screamed but soon remembered I was like a thousand miles away from anything. He told Tom and Greg it was good for me to scream and get it out. I spent several days in a drug induced stupor as they injected me with something (I guessed Demerol) then went to work on my limp but conscious being. Nipple rings, labia, clit, some skin marks like tattoos and the messy enemas for hours.

I wasn't really aware of how long I'd been kept in that kaleidoscope of lights and sounds but they let the drugs wear off and didn't plunge the needle in my tit that day. I hurt all over in a dull ache and craved more drugging but all I got was the clank of thick chain around my neck to a loop of re-bar buried in the concrete floor. I marveled at the intent and forethought. The bent re-bar had been threaded through the last link of the thick chain before burying in the poured concrete and the end was simply wrapped around my neck or waist and padlocked tightly. I was so nude that I didn't even have nail polish but I did assess the metal rings they'd imbedded in my skin.

Not my nipples but deeper in my aureola were thick hoops and below an equally thick loop deep into my slit, so deep that its held me open. Two rows of smaller rings edged my inner labia, six each side. I saw it as overkill just then not really getting that I was going to be trained, sincerely trained as a pony.

I had three days of clarity chained to the floor in that stall before I was unlocked and drawn by a dog leash clipped to my right nipple ring. It hurt but nothing unbearable. While I stood in the doorway The old man held me there until his assistant came along with another "adornment" for my flesh. I knew what a butt-plug was but this one seemed a bit more radical in that it was pretty large and the narrow part was a much more pronounced difference than ones I had seen. Instead of a rounded edge transition from widest part to narrow that one had a very immediate change and this plug was a shiny metal. Buried in it was a short steel cable that ended in a small loop. Without much warning the man held my breast and pulled me to bend over just enough for a swift plunge into me which he did forcefully which reminded me about the strength of males, I liked feeling that strength.

He pulled me further to my knees then let my breast go as he used both hands to line up the small rings in my labia and thread that cable through them. I felt the snap of a small padlock and again only by the nipple (no words) was encouraged to stand. I felt the tension between my clit ring and the butt plug as I was effectively assured of vaginal chastity now until they chose me available.

I wish I could better express the emotional impact that being so completely at anothers whim brings me... Its well worth the effort.

I was very taken in by a gentle wind and the clear air sweeping across an amazing green mountain meadow. Snow capped peaks that towered so high above us shone in the bright sun which also warmed my skin. I was suddenly making the distinction between what I had been, a woman, to what I was becoming, a female. I knew I was nude and on a leash but somehow it felt as if this meadow was my home to graze as if I had been born to romp here.

The old man looped my leash over a tall rail to have me stand while he saddled up his horse beside me. When the horse was all cinched up and tested he gracefully swung up to the saddle and in the same sweep took my leash. With a quiet click in his mouth the horse stepped lazily from the fence and off to a trail... I followed barefoot and nude beside being sure to not let the leash yank my nipple. I was still very afraid that I'd be torn open.

I said nothing and he said very little besides the occasional look down at me keeping up and a "Good girl". I began to feel more at ease and really started liking the "good girl" phrase. I saw the trail begin to rise and narrow then noticed he was getting something from the saddle bag. He walked the horse (and me) right up to a flat rock and held up the leash telling me to climb up. On the rock I was at eye level to him and crouching like a mountain lion beside a trail. He reached under me and clipped another lead to my sex. He had me get off the rock and let the lead to my nipple drop while telling me to gather it up and hold it. He told me "I want my bitch to walk the trail ahead of me".

I walked ahead until the lead began to tug at my clit but he ordered me to pull it hard. It was between my legs as I faced away from him and I pulled until I felt the lead touching my labia. It ached as I kept tension on it.

This all was new to me but the fact that he was telling me to do them seemed ..."normal"? I walked ahead keeping moderate tension on the lead but never so much that I felt I would be damaged. His "Good Girl" comments were louder now and peppered with some "Good Bitch" a few echoed.

He walked me high into the base of the Sierras before stopping to have me bend for him in a particular manner, legs straight, gently parted and arched back. He had to work at removing the plug which caused me to yelp a few times. The echo of my discomfort came back across the otherwise silent valley.

He was having me stand and take him in my rear. It was a nice sex in my rear, very soothing and I orgasmed to another good girl as he pulled from me. I was allowed to let it drip as we returned down the same trail the heavy plug hanging from my labia.

The rest stop before heading back let me know my feet were really sore and I began to say something when he deftly whipped the lead and yanked my clit way too hard which sent me to all fours. 'Don't say nuthin bitch" was the lesson. I gingerly walked the rest of the way back to the trail widening then took the leash to my nipple again. I felt the sun and the horses body warming me as the afternoon colors glowed in the mountain peaks signaling the coming end of day.

He let me loose and had the other man, Chet, bring a foot bath to me. I was neck chained before the foot bath but otherwise a seat was brought for me and I rested with my feet suspended in warm vibrating water. I had as long as I wanted then the plug and cable were removed so I could be screwed in my vagina while still in the seat as he held me by my neck and boobs. He let his sperm shoot inside me, I wasn't on birth control.

Chet took the chair and foot bath, tossed half a bale of fresh hay on me and left.

I recounted the day and the exquisite scenery I'd seen and at how my day had been almost silent. I tried again to understand why it was that I felt so "at home" like this and why didn't I want to fight my way back to who I had been. I had no answers beyond how amazing the orgasms were that they induced in me and how addicted I was to that. Otherwise I was just a loon who had lost her sense of humanity. I looked at myself and saw that I looked like a woman but...

I felt like I was in a metamorphosis, that I was finding my true base and soul and these men knew how to get me there.

The old man (to this day he never had a name that I heard) woke me with the leash being clipped to his favorite nipple and unlocking my neck. This time my walk was around the small lake in the high valley floor on a softer path and never clit leashed. He did hand me the plug and have me push it in myself then at the far side of the lake he had me pull it out and push it in my vagina. I had to use my hand to hold it in as he fucked me again standing. The plug stayed stored in my vagina for the rest of the walk back then I got the foot bath and chair and Chet's sperm in my vagina.

I thanked Chet for his sperm. I liked him. I was thinking about his sperm in me and consideed that if I had to be bred like an animal, he was a good choice. In my glow of euphoria (when all my inhibitions fade) I boldly asked him if he was "...breeding me" but he didn't answer.

The third walk was again around the lake and done just the same all the way til my bed down and again I asked Chet if I was being bred. Still no answer but in desperation I admitted to him that I'd be proud to have a child by him and I'd hope my tits filled with milk for him to have. He came back in slapped my breast very very hard and told me "They will cow".

So now I had that to think about. I gave up trying to think as I had before. I was fully an owned livestock as far as I cared and the idea of being milked and carrying offspring for them filled my head. I slept fitfully and woke to a week of days like the first few... more walking around the lake beside the old mans horse.

My feet weren't sore anymore so up the trail I went this time Chet followed on his own horse. The day was another stunning show of grandeur in the Sierras. I was startled to see a few people far ahead coming our way but still sevearal bends of the trail away. I knew that I'd survive the humiliation but wondered if the old man and Chet knew about the others. I knew that I was not allowed to speak so.. I walked. I'd been estimating how soon we'd meet up but was startled when they appeared anyway. There is a bend in the path that circumvents a very old tree and that's where we met. The old man gently guided his horse to trail side and stopped as did Chet then with a short jerk of my nipple said "Down Girl". That was a new phrase but I knew it meant that all fours or kneel.

I was surely beet red with humiliation as these four men looked at me nude on a leash and responding to "Down Girl". The old man listened as Chet struck up conversation with the hikers. "Howdy! Spose you're wondering about her?". They didn't say anything but kept staring at me... "She is bein' trained in a few arts one of which is obedience and the other is whoring" then looking back to me says "Ain't that right girl?" My choices were few, scream and run to the four males naked hoping I didn't lose the old mans favorite nipple or keep still and answer "Yes Sir" as I did.

They began to chat and the hikers came closer to look at my tits. All the testosterone was working at me and I knew I'd be passed around before long. The old man joined in the talk just a bit and let go of my leash to let everyone see I wanted to be where I was. He had me stand using "Up Girl" as the command so I could be looked over . There was more talk about me, the trail and weather and some of politics and preservation then it came.

"She's a good healthy cow and loves to be fucked. Any or all of you are welcome to her for now. One guy needed clarification so Chet patiently explained that they could fuck me as they chose.. one at a time or all at once but it had to be soon as the day was closing. One by one they took me off trail and into the trees for my orgasms and sperm. I thanked them each and quietly returned only the last one led me by the leashed nipple. Chet told me to Thank the hikers which I did again and realizing how much time had been lost told me "Down Girl" as he led me beside the old mans horse and handed up the leash.

"Hey Guys , mind if we try?" they wanted to give commands. I stood turned kneeled bent several times then it was time to go. This time The old man and Chet wanted to make good time and seemed to not want the guys to find the right trail up into the ranch valley. So turning the horses another new command reached me at the same time the leash jerked my nipple "Keep up girl" and the horse was prodded to a nice fast walk which was a hard run for me.

I ran as hard as I could and then some, while dripping and drying sperm was everywhere on me. I was so incredibly excited I ran through an almost disabling orgasm. Ever observant Chet yelled Good girl as my orgasm spread through me then shouted ahead to the old man on my condition. He knew I'd cum but Chet had to share.

Looking down at me the old man slowed up and held my nipple painfully high, "You're trying aren't you girl?" I gasped and nodded then he slowly turned off the trail into the bush and up a bit where they could watch the trail til the hikers passed. I wasn't fit enough to run the whole way and they knew it.

Quietly we sipped water and had jerky then after the four passed noisily we waited more before taking the trail again it was less than an hour before dark and I was hurting but I was very very happy and proud.

I was rinsed with a douche then chained down for the night, no foot bath no chair and no Chet's sperm. I did ask for it though but he revealed something... "It won't take with that douche in ya". I smiled and when he left I squealed! He WAS breeding me! Oh god I whispered "He's breeding me!" over and over very very proud that I was going to give a child to him and equally proud that maybe he'd have me stand beside him and lean over as he milked me into his coffee or something.

The details of each day grew clearer to me over the next weeks. A lot was ritual and done to train me mentally as well.

I was allowed only two specific times each day to expel waste and usually required to do so well away from the trail.

Chet washed me with a rag and hose and a bucket every third day.

Chet fucked my vagina every night just before bedding me down.

Chet was the one who whipped me at the old mans request. Like if I peed by accident at a non prescribed time and place.

Chet LOVED to whip my tits talking me through it noting how far and which way they would swing when struck holding them up by the nipple ring to get the underside.

I fell in love with Chet. Very in love. And that was tripled when he quaintly announced "You got a damn calf in that hole" after a pregnancy test and fucked my ass in celebration. He didn't sperm my vagina or ass instead choosing to grab my hair and shove himself well past my vocal chords and shoot it all deep in my neck. I gagged and threw up some bile but it was a nice feeling anyway.