The rumble of the road gently crept up from Kathy’s white high heels through her slender legs and up though her body to reach her dulled mind. It tenderly soothed and caressed her allowing her to sleep. Considering her peculiar circumstances it was a blessing indeed.

Her husband had maced her right across her dreamy hazel eyes and when she screamed he sprayed more straight down her throat leaving her gasping and spitting. That was right after her wedding reception in the limo back seat. Now she stood in some sort of vehicle standing, tied and leashed. She remembered his cruelty. Perhaps a divorce and a grand financial settlement? Her contract had been long and full of specifications and details which likely included even this. Little hope there. Still she was trapped right now. The pain had passed but the mental anguish remained.

He was damn rich and she had felt very lucky to have snared him. But now what? The world was harsh especially since the last recession (Depression really despite what the political pundits called it.). People gladly sold themselves into slavery for the cost of a meal. She supposed she had to accept the reality of the world.

He had been possessive and dominant which she had accepted. Strangely he had not wanted her sexual favors before marriage which he could have taken. How many times had he tied her hands behind her on a date? Still he had been honorable and she had worn the obligatory belt.

It was only last night, when she should have been in his bed getting fondled and humped, when he had locked her elbows and wrists behind her with steel. Oh, how the cramped muscles ached!

After that he had inserted by force a metal bit into her drooling mouth. It was jammed at the back of her teeth where she could not spit it out. A long metal spatula pressed her tongue down so that she could not use that too. Finally the bit was strapped in place behind her head with side straps under her chin and over the top of her scalp. No way was it going to be removed without hands and her hands were not of any use right now other than futilely wiggling against one another.

Kathy sighed or actually it was more like a soft “ahh.” Her conversation was filled with ah, argh, whines and whimpers.

In front of her were a series of small parallel slits from which a breeze came to cool her face and cleavage. She could hear the passage of other cars and trucks and surmised she was being driven on a highway. She remembered her first view of them in the previous dark night illuminated only by an overhead light behind her head. Then came the bright dawn blooming through the slots which she welcomed as a faint gleam blinking in through the narrow slots.

She was so exhausted from standing in her tall high heels. She hung by her hair which had been rolled and tied into a pony tail as well as by her bit gag and two lines tugging at her elbows. Occasionally she moved her feet placidly shuffling in place and occasionally lifting them to gently rub against one another. Once she had fainted but recovered and now kept up her leg movements to prevent that from happening again. Elementary PE to the rescue again.

She was very highly restricted. At first it had been boring but now it was exotic.

After being bound and gagged (she had expected rough treatment and indeed it was exciting to a degree), her husband had brought her behind some building where he had lowered her panties and cleaned her bottom with a hose of cold water. Then with her insides clean he had tailed her. She could feel it now and forever. A giant rubber plug fit snugly up inside her ass that she could not expel with her sphincter muscles no matter how much she pushed and squirmed. The long silky tail inserted now thrust up her bridal gown popping up her white dress in back.

Furious at her ugly memories and the cramped behind, she tapped her feet making a dire racket against the metal floor. Her screams were only loud “ahs” but she made them anyway. She disturbed the other members of her wedding party now who began to scream in turn and stamp and kick their cute feet. Gradually everybody calmed back down with one girl softly sobbing at the end of the brief fruitless dance. After all no one was going anywhere except where they were being driven.

Her wedding party was a bit of a joke. She was a member of the group but this was her husband’s party now and not hers. Behind her were the four girls who had been her maids of honor.

Christine was her new sister in law who was filthy rich too but very subdued for all that which she had found commendable. She was tailed now and when last seen had fresh tears pouring down her face smearing her delicate eye make up. But how much of that was made up? The Morgan’s were old money as was Christine’s husband, Mr. Viani. Surely they had fillies! Still the ways of the rich were mysterious and decadent as they had been in every great empire of the past. All part of an act to lure her to other hopes and dreams of true equality as in the days of yore when feminists ruled the land.

Her own little sister, Mary Lou, did look cute in her bridle bit with her vivid red lips straining around the device. Kathy’s husband had introduced them in their new bondage roles before they were loaded on the van with a suggestive hand on each of their cute rumps which had made Kathy madly jealous. He had informed her that their father had consented to their mutual capture and hoped for a meek and obedient daughter back afterwards and was glad for the financial windfall as well.

Lisa and Laura made up the rest of the wedding team. Kathy had no idea of how they were persuaded or what stories had been told. Lisa had a stream of boyfriends and Laura a fiancée. Money talked she knew. Pretty women always had value in a male dominated society. Still they were there wiggling their cute tails and shifting idly about on their red strapped high heels.

Her vehicle slowed and turned and eventually stopped. The driver slammed his door and everybody stirred nervously and grew very silent. The back door was unlatched and opened as he entered. Kathy sucked in her belly and automatically straightened her back so as to present the best image forward and backwards.

“Morning ladies” he announced in a stern but happy voice. “This place stinks!” Which it did with their combined piss and terrified sweat. “Well I get paid to do this” as he smacked somebody’s ass. She squealed. “Delightful job. Little pay.”

The driver worked his way back to front making each girl ahh and wiggle as he drenched them with perfume and cleaned up their messes leaving them with damp panties and agitated bottoms. For Kathy he paused and paid special attention to squeezing her tits and stroking her pussy which had an erect clitoris which she could not hide. “So much sweet ass and pussy and I can only touch and not have.” He continued merrily, “Well when I get to the ranch I will get a pretty filly to molest to my heart’s content!”

Finishing his chores he departed. “Be good sluts or I will have to punish you and you will not like that I promise. Remember the mace?” Everybody quickly nodded. Some tried a strangled yes. “Absolute quiet while I rest. I have been driving most of the night hauling your pretty asses and I am dead tired.”

With another slam the van door closed behind them and with a click it was locked leaving the girls breathless with terror and excitement as well as smelling decently clean. Somebody wept. Some one ahhed in a sort of soft song.

Kathy blinked and wondered. Ranch? Could it be that she had been sold for that? It all made a hideous sense and she knew she had no choice in the matter. She had signed the marriage contract and its terms were stern. She had to obey. He had to provide and honor her. She swished her tail excitedly without noticing that she did. She wondered how her friends felt about going to a ranch. She and Mary Lou had giggled occasionally about such an affair. Lisa had hated the very thought of such abject humiliation and submission. Yet it was better than starving.

Time slowly passed. Car doors slammed and opened repeatedly. Voices sometimes twittered. Abruptly the back door opened and the driver climbed within to check his annoyed charges. Kathy had loosened her head pony tail and he had to tighten it more much to her obvious displeasure.

His hand dipped down into her bosom and felt her nipple which was stiff and alert. She ahhed in response; a sort of protest that fell on mute ears. “Nice,” he muttered. He sprayed something into her cleavage and immediately she began to itch and jerk about as best as she could. “Just something to entertain you for the next hundred miles or so, my slut bride. Just orders you know. Nothing personal though I do enjoy the spectacular show.”

Kathy shuddered and ahhed as loud as she could. When she did he gave a little squirt of the sharp peppery sauce down her open throat. When would she ever learn!

The driver departed locking the door behind him and resumed the long tedious drive. Kathy licked her lips and tried to ignore her twitchy tits and burning tongue and throat. Breathing deep and heavy helped cool her mouth and kept her breasts active and in motion. She could hear her friends whimpering behind her and breathing hard like her.

Long miles passed with brief intervals of rest for the driver. Periodically the girls got fed a liquid diet straight down their throats which they could not taste but kept their stomachs filled and relieved thirst. A couple of times some one stamped their feet and got all of the girls roused up and alert. Still no place to go. Just stand and wait serenely in absolute bondage control. Sighs were possible and Kathy sighed.

Night came and the long ride and darkness lent the girls some convenient nap time. Kathy wondered how she looked to her friends. She could not see them of course because she could not turn around. Her hands in their long white gloves with her arms pressed together from elbow to wrist. The back of her gown bunched up with her tail. Her hair pulled up over head. Occasionally she wiggled her hips or stepped about in little circles and kicks. Not much to see she supposed since her body was blocked from view by her thick white gown.

The next day was more of the same with a dash of pepper spray in her cleavage. This time she was smart enough not to open her mouth. The driver pinched her bottom in congratulations and then pinched her nose until she opened up anyway and got squirted. Kathy sighed and breathed in and out heavily trying to cool her irritated mouth. The other girls complained similarly dancing about on their high heels as best they could. Then with a clang the door closed and locked and the driver commenced his drive again.

The long day continued as usual with the occasional stop. By now the girls had calmed down a lot and no longer were so eager to stamp their feet or complain. Some still ahhed in angry protest when they felt like it.

Darkness descended. The driver took a turn onto a bumpier road. Kathy smelled the increased dust and sneezed.

The car halted and the driver got out and chatted briefly with other men. “Delivering the Morgan wedding party and bride.”

“Yup, you were expected, five fillies I believe?”

“Ya.”

“OK, let us get the fillies unloaded. They will be anxious to stretch their legs before relaxing in the honeymoon suite.”

“I’m sure of that. The bride is quite hot to trot. So are a couple of the other sluts.”

Kathy stirred readying herself. She ahhed softly in fear as did her friends. She was hot to trot! How dare they? Yet it was true. She wiggled about in her bonds and knew that the long trip had raised her to high passion by utter frustration from being fondled and molested.

The back door opened and someone got in and began to tug at the nearest frightened girl. She had been loaded by being led forward. Now she had to obey and walk backwards unable to see but with a firm male hand on her upper arm. She yelped unable to not protest because of her near panic. Her handler groped her firm tit in response to calm her down and indeed she did quiet some.

“Take a small step backwards, sweet little filly. That’s it…” She yipped in agitation as she stepped down suddenly onto the outside gravel. “Great!” Her bridle was gripped and she resumed rapid forward motion following the taut tether with big frightened eyes.

Then it was the next girl’s turn. Her voice was distinctive and Kathy identified her as Laura, an attractive red head. She scrambled backwards as she was guided with her heels clattering loudly. “Ohh, ahh!” she gesticulated with proper modest enthusiasm and an active bouncing bosom within the snug confines of her red gown. With nary a further complaint she meekly followed her bridle leash.

Quickly the remaining wedding party were backed off and assembled by a brightly lit hitching rail. Christine showed obvious pride and practice striding to the rail by lifting her knees up high and trotting more than walking. This was difficult since her gown dropped past her knees and only the side slit allowed easier movement. Lisa was more inexperienced and did not look reassured or enthusiastic. In both cases, whether with cooperation or resistance, the girls tagged along after their bridle bit.

An overhead banner marked where they were assembled. It drooped in the middle and said: Welcome Kathy Morgan Wedding Party.

Kathy remained alone in the van, the pretty and attentive bride. She hmmprph impatiently as she waited. The man came from behind and swatted her impatient derriere. “OOOhh!” He continued to slap her body especially her legs and bottom to restore her circulation after a long trip. His hands moved expertly under her long gown and savored her inner thighs as Kathy blushed. Then he released her from her travel stall while holding her firmly around the waist.

“Easy does it, sweetie. Step back slowly, that’s right. Another step…”

“Ohh…ahhh!” Kathy enjoyed the warm male contact after her long journey and rocked her hips into his crotch without thinking why or how. Despite herself she was aroused and wanted intimate company quickly.

“You can do it just like your attractive friends.” Kathy passed the now empty stalls of her friends. Cautiously she marched backwards reaching for a firm surface with the tip of her high heel shoe. “Lower, sweetie, step down now…” The man tightly grasped her plump tit as her left foot sank down off the cargo van. The gravel was loose and her high heel slithered sideways making her gulp in surprise. The man quickly grabbed her rump to steady her.

Then her bridle bit was yanked which made her attention follow immediately. Once more she was tugged mercilessly forward by her mouth bit with her hips swaying immodestly back and forth.

“Ahh!” Kathy joined her reluctant but excited friends who were milling about leashed to a metal rail. They watched her approach with a mix of anger, fear and exasperation. It was, after all, her fault that they were there and hitched.

Her friends shyly greeted her arrival with abashed eyes and an occasional “Ah or uh”. Lisa ended up on her right and Christine to her left. Two matching blondes around her own curly auburn tresses.

Her friends had stepped away quickly from the man who had led Kathy who then positioned her in the group middle and anchored her there. Now all five girls stood still adequately bit leashed to a rail under the welcome banner. Their groom prettied their faces and adjusted their dresses. He attached a tag around their necks indicating their status and number. Then he removed their bras by cutting them away and yanking the tatters up from their dresses.

Mary Lou winced.

Kathy yelped.

Christine watched with mild dismay as her ample bosom rocked back and forth.

Laura blinked and gave a nasty look.

Lisa watched with distaste and wonder as her fine white bra vanished from under her gown.

Naturally it was time for some wedding pictures. The bride was posed alone, with all and with each friend or relative. They never noticed their driver departing with a young comely filly eagerly scampering after him for some well deserved driver relaxation and fun. Her tail was furiously swishing as she was tugged along by her tits to a shady lane with benches.

The Morgan wedding party was well occupied with their own picture taking chores which their two grooms were helping with. More than one filly ass was twitching its tail involuntarily. Their eyes glittered and their tits jumped amicably about in their loose gowns. Despite their arduous trip from Saturday night to Monday night they had found a little extra energy in this new found fun and frolic. The girls posed in all sorts of positions that exposed flesh and clearly showed their tied arms and gagged mouths.