Laura had been easily lassoed and led back to the corral. At first, she was happy when They replaced her boots with wonderfully comfy lace-ups. Then she was sad when her luxurious, never-cut hair was shorn quite short. As They fitted her head with an ever so tight bridle and bit, Laura shied away a little but accepted it.

Finally, when They brought back her glorious freshly cut tresses glued to an already greased butt plug, she balked. A tail! She fussed, reared and kicked, fighting as best she could, resisting the inevitable. But after few firmly convincing strokes of the riding crop across her bosom, Laura was soon sporting her new appendage. Laura found herself constantly aware of the tail. It tickled her thighs strangely whenever she moved.

While They were busy branding one of the other girls, she saw her opportunity. Laura managed to tear lose of her light hitch to the fence post and bolted. She ran wild once more, like the wind, a dusk stampede, needing to be far away from what was coming, the searing hot branding.