A ranch or a farm is always
up before the crack of dawn. The Abercrombie place was no exception.
The only exemptions were three lethargic brides who lingered in their
stall suites with their strong adventurous friends.
Kathy's friends woke with
a hard swat on their behinds from an overworked groom. "Rise
and shine you lazy fillies! Time to be up and at your chores!"
Immediately the Adderplum III
controller added: "As per the contract stipulations you are
required to be awake and responsive at 4:30 AM. Sluggish behavior
will be remembered and dealt with at the proper moment."
This message went out simultaneously to every filly except the three
brides in the barn. At this time there were 144 fillies plus the
brides. Everybody stirred at the call though some only twitched
their tails and waited hooded to be let loose by a groom.
The wedding party had little
sleep obviously since they had arrived late the previous night.
Still they welcomed the hood coming off their sweaty faces and the sensors
and speaker being taken away. They cavorted in place as the groom
ran his hands over their legs, belly, rump, and breasts. Lisa
and Laura showed their usual distress at the unseemly caressing.
While they were in the stall,
the reluctant new fillies had their arms released and prodded until
circulation returned. Only then their arms were retied behind
them; wrist to opposing elbow.
First stop after assembling
in a line with Lisa leading was the showers and toiletries. There
they strolled, following one another, down a cold/hot shower that drenched
their torn and tattered clothes. No matter since the groom cut
every stitch off at the next stop except their delightful high heels
and rubbed their crotch area with a warm sponge. Smelling
pristine with hair neatly brushed hair and makeup restored the four
fillies returned to the walker area.
A half dozen fillies already
ambled about on one crowded walker. Three had ordinary bit bridle
lines. Three had hoods and tit lines; two with clamps on the nipples
and one with a set of gold rings. Two of them already had bright
red behinds from some stupid protest of theirs.
With only modest difficulty
from Lisa and Mary Lou the wedding party fillies got hitched all on
one walker and began to attentively listen to the Adderplum III morning
instructions and orders. Momentarily they commenced their exercise
which they would be doing until lunch.
More fillies arrived, naked
and beautiful, to get assigned to their walkers. More than
one ventured an "ah" or "la" or two as they were prodded and
pinched into their positions. Nobody who was walking noticed of
course.
Elsewhere Kathy soundly snoozed
as did her strong young stall mate. So did the other 2 brides:
Ashlee and Roberta.
All of the other fillies on
the ranch were exercising, hauling carriages or carts, catching sunshine
in a locked patrolled paddock or chasing their herd leader in the upper
hills by the true crack of dawn.
Around 8 AM the centaur jumped
poor Kathy from behind to wake her up with the traditional wedding morning
ruse. The only minor barrier was her wispy tail which he easily
pushed out of the way with his dick. For a second he probed near
her vagina to sense its lubrication and exact location. It was
warm and moist and easily penetrated. Still she yelped when he
pushed in because of his massive size. She resisted as much as
she could but she had been successfully surprised and passionately deflowered.
She started singing in her
"la" voice as the centaur repeatedly rammed her trying, but not
succeeding, in burying the whole dick length within her. A girl was
not built to take the whole length though she certainly expected her
womb to be violated at any moment from the way the centaur humped her.
After a few minutes she was turned breathless from her screeching.
He withdrew spurting cum into her womb and on her thighs and bridal
gown as he did. Another successful wake up call completed to his
personal joy and the bride's dismay.
A few minutes later somebody
else started singing la in a shrill voice as her stall mate pounced
on top of her and said good morning. Eventually she settled down
and silence filled the three bridal stalls except for an occasional
filly neigh.
Around 9 AM Kathy got her ass
smacked by a groom announcing his arrival. "Time to join your
friends for a walk."
Adderplum III informed her of her statistics: "Orgasms: Three centaur orgasms and no bride orgasms which is status normal for the first night. Health: Acceptable within normal limits. Stamina: Poor but with potential. Arousal at each centaur orgasm: 3, 4, and 3."
The groom unexpectedly seized
her head pony tail and yanked her backwards to her feet. She tottered
there as her ankles were liberated and she then stepped out of her panties
with the handy help of her groom. With satisfaction she brought
her knees back together. In another moment she was clamping down
on the familiar and friendly bit gag instead of the ring version.
She felt far less available now.
Showers and toiletries followed
and then her gown was ripped away from her body. Good riddance
to that trash! Only her spiky high heels remained from her
wedding day now.
The walker area was filled
with busy sweating fillies of all ages from 5 to 50. Admittedly
there were more between 15 and 30 but families seemed encouraged too.
The youngsters were all belted and obviously protected from depredation.
None paid any attention to her arrival or of the two other young girls.
She glanced at a handsome blonde who was walking a bit bow legged like
Kathy. Her filly tag identified her and she realized it was the
Ashlee bride who had been in the adjacent stall next to her. Then
she was tugged along and lost track of the blonde bride.
The walker with her friends
paused and slowed in response from unseen computer commands. Everybody
on the walker had blinders on and so did not see her arrival.
In any event they preferred to focus on their tethers and the Adderplum
III. Each one was panting from a vigorous run and continued to
pace in place and in answer to non-verbal commands.
Kathy could see that all of
her friend had pinkish bottoms from some indiscretion or error but Laura
and Lisa showed serious spanking issues. Laura also favored her
left foot.
The walker had four arms with
positions for two fillies per arm. Lisa and Mary Lou were on one
arm and Laura and Christine on the other side. Kathy's groom
wrenched her to the side and forced her under an arm behind Christine
and Laura and added her bridle lead to the inside position. The
other two girls observed Kathy's arrival as noted by their rapid eye
blinking and a faint "ah" from Mary Lou.
For a scant second or two Kathy
surveyed the asses of her two friends in front of her. Christine
actively swished her tail back and forth in time in time with her alluring
pacing which was quite admirable. She hoped her own ass
would be as interesting to Mary Lou who was directly to her rear.
In any event once the blinders went on she could not see Christine anymore
and only could see the curve of Laura's hip and her bright red quivering
tail.
It did not take much before
the Adderplum III was on line and lecturing her. "You are
late to the exercise class. Being a bride is no excuse per your
contract terms and conditions. 5 penalty strokes are required
on your ass. The penalty increases by 5 strokes for each repeat
offense for the same offense. Do you understand?"
Immediately she nodded her
agreement. It was so unfair!
She had no choice being tied down and unable to move without assistance.
Besides her stall mate was busy with her.
While this happened she noticed Laura getting her foot inspected by
the groom.
"Penalty will proceed
after a brief physical test period. Because you are late all of
your friends are that much further ahead in their conditioning.
This is another five stroke penalty. Do you understand?"
Gulping Kathy nodded, worried
about her poor ass and smarting vagina.
"At my mark begin running
in place with knees up high. Mark!"
Kathy hesitated and then commenced
moving her knees up and down rapidly before she further erred and got
a well due punishment. The controller commanded her to strut faster
and she did the best that she could with an occasional stroke on her
lower back to accent any indecision or slowness on her part.
"Stop!" She
did trembling on her rickety high heels. "There is enough
information now to indicate where to begin the next phase of the
present exercise routine. Start pacing in place now!"
Once more her knees flashed up and down until the controller was satisfied
that she matched her friends. A tug at her bit instructed her
to march forward. As she strode ahead her ass punishment whipping
commenced. She sharply aahed with each blow terrified that she
might lose her balance if she overreacted to a blow.
Walking was a strenuous task.
The fillies would run at an accelerated jog for ten minutes, followed
by a gentle plodding and finally a rest period, often with the legs
moving up and down but without an order or tug to move forward.
If not fast enough a filly would get her ass struck combined with a
"Faster, lazy ass. Faster!"
At noon all of the walkers
still active slowed and halted. The Morgan wedding party was informed:
"Lunch break. Stand and rest. Suck in those bellies
and straighten your backs." All automatically stopped, stood
tall, breathed in, chests out, and panted. The fillies were quite
pink and hot from their exertion. Somewhere a fan circulated air
that was felt as a breeze.
Lisa and Laura still led in
one department with their red asses. "Eyes up and heads looking
up."
A syrupy liquid dripped down
their throats where not one filly could taste it. It was cool
though and refreshing once it hit their stomachs. Kathy and Mary
Lou stepped in little circles as they were fed expressing their happiness.
Christine wiggled her butt. The others accepted without a motion
added to express their gratitude.
Adderplum III after several
minutes gave the girls their ratings. Kathy heard this for her
condition: "Stamina 4; Health 5; Cooperation 7; Arousal 4.
Improvement is required."
In comparison Lisa received
these ratings: "Stamina 5; Health 6; Cooperation 2;
Arousal 3. Improvement is required."
All of the fillies had their
feet treated, sprayed and treated as necessary for bruises during the
break, impending blisters, and such. Health benefits were mandatory
by contract too. Medicine had advanced even if economics had not
progressed as well. A simple spray healed a blister and covered
it with a thick artificial membrane.
Sharply at 12:30 the fillies
started trotting again. At 3:30 a groom arrived and removed them
from the walker. Lisa and Laura were no trouble at all being unhitched
as compared to their arrival at 5 AM. Mary Lou pushed closer to
her older sister when she found herself behind her in line. She
half leaned and half rubbed her breasts against her sister's back
and welcomed the kind attention when Kathy squeezed her nipple.
Next stop was an open corral
filled with thirty or so fillies wandering about. Sitting was
not allowed which was reinforced as the groom pinched their behind and
pushed them in one by one: "Break time, filly. No sitting
or squatting. Run, play, and stand. Or else."
Lisa was an acception because
her left foot was slightly swollen and her injured foot ended up in
a tub of warm water. She was tied by her bridle near the gate
and allowed to lean her tired buttocks on the wood rail.
Looking sad and dejected she mewed and moped there with two other fillies
who suffered from minor ills.
Kathy and Mary Lou meandered,
keeping their knees pressed close together, and walked slowly around.
The corral was packed dry dirt and anything other than a slow gait was
impossible with their sexy high heels. All of the fillies wore
high heels or the equivalent. Soon Kathy located Ashlee.
They blinked at one another recognizing that they were both brides.
Ashlee aahed gently and stepped
forward in a friendly fashion to press her pert breasts against Kathy's
shoulders. She rubbed them in greeting while ahing and pressing
her lips against Kathy's cheeks. Kathy responded wiggling her
tail and ahhing back. So much to say! How was your stall
mate? Mine was wonderful but so demanding.
Did you have fun?
A tall black woman with ponderous
tits approached with a name tag of "Roberta Lee, Bride", 2077-6-311.
Pretty soon all three brides were ahhing together rubbing ample breasts
between their bodies. Mary Lou was jealous and attempted to intrude
but a strong ass bump from Roberta sent her off in dejection.
In time the brides separated
and looked about for the members of their own wedding groups who wanted
to play and share companionship too. The next two hours were busy
with that and making new friends. Some time was also spent near
fence, railing or small trees which would let the worn-out fillies rest
against their forms.
Ashlee and her friends departed
as a groom rounded them up. Roberta was gone too and a few new
naked fillies had entered the corral.
Then the Morgan party was assembled.
Christine came with a whistle. Lisa, of course, was exactly where
she had been all this time resting. Laura had to be chased and
when caught he spanked her round bottom furiously at the wasted time
and effort. Ahhing in terror and pain Laura was viciously yanked
around in small circles by her bit tether. Dizzy and newly exhausted
she submitted to a series of hard hand slaps to her face to try to shut
her up. Ultimately she received a fist in her lower crotch region
that made her finally desist and weep more quietly.
Her friends patiently waited
for the delinquent Laura. Eventually Laura joined them and was
tied to Lisa's bound arms.
Admiring each other's tails
the girls proceeded to follow their groom to their next activity.
Eyes wandered a bit a the side scenery but for the most part they kept
a close eye on the unevenness of the ground and each other's asses.
If one stumbled they were wary enough to worry about their own downfall.
Another session on the walker
was on the schedule as was dinner while they pranced around exercising.
The groom groped all of their fine tits before leaving them on the endless
treadmill. By this time they had learned the practical lessons
of always following their leads and orders regardless of their own misery
or desires.
Chapter List of the Morgan
Wedding