The sun was setting in a rosy sky flecked with tiny pink clouds when the Morgan party left the walker for the final time that day. Another corral was entered with 10 or 20 fillies sauntering in little close knit groups of 3 to 4 each. A handful of mares guarded them.

Much to her surprise Kathy found her bridle bit removed and nothing put in its place. She had not realized how badly her jaw ached until now. It had been just a gnawing agony forgotten in the general distress and duty of the day’s activities.

The groom smiled seized her head and planted a tongue grinding kiss on her lips. He leaned back while pinching her left nipple observing her inflamed features. Making an angry face, Kathy scowled but still her hips swayed. She considered spitting but knew the consequences of her potential stupidity. She wondered if it would be permitted to speak but dared not to ask.

“OK filly, you are allowed an hour without a gag. Violate the rules and you will be re-gagged, punished, and not allowed the privilege again for the rest of the week.”

Unhappily she nodded anticipating the probable rules correctly.

“Talk to the other fillies, not to grooms, no screams or curses, softly at all times. Obey when called by a groom.”

She grimly nodded. The groom jumped behind her and smacked her derriere making her go “Oh!” as she stumbled within the guarded corralled space. Within was the usual grass and packed soil which made high heels perilous travel. She teetered and turned to watch Mary Lou nod and get her breasts closely inspected. Then she leaped forward with her own goose and jiggling breasts.

The two sisters bumped together in as close to a hug as was conceivable under the circumstances. “Are you alright, Mary?” whispered Kathy.

“Sure, just a touch scared and with aching legs and a well spanked heinie.”

“Well, that is the best that can be expected. My ass is smarting too as are my calves. At least you have a chastity belt and a tag that reads: ‘Mary Lou, Wild Protected Mare’, 2077-6-328.”

“Is that what it says?” They exchanged a hasty sisterly kiss or two for a moment. Modestly they kept their knees together and tried to shield their bodies from view.

Christine joined their huddle. “Move back into the corral or we will be shooed in the hard way, fillies.” They broke up and sauntered deeper into the corralled space.

“How come you have two black eyes, sis?” inquired Mary Lou. Christine chuckled knowing the answer. Kathy had not realized it showed until now.

“My centaur was very eager last night I guess and I was rather inexperienced. I got poked.”

“Oh!”

Lisa trotted to the left hand side and with a hiss and a sudden spin on her heels went away obviously pissed.

Glancing about Kathy spotted Laura being led by an elderly fat groom just before she disappeared from sight with a final wag of her red tail. “Where is Laura going? I thought we were being kept as a group.” She knew Laura was a worry and sported a bright red ass for her attitude. Kathy hoped she was not going to be further privately educated by the groom.

Christine replied: “She probably has a date with the groom. She is allowed some free time, well more or less free. Maybe she will get lucky and will be fed a candy or a carrot stick for her efforts and charms.” Laura was off for education alright but of a different sort than the paddle or exercise.

It was odd standing naked with one’s arms tied behind and out of the way. Mary Lou of course was tightly belted, with a small lock in front, which at least covered her vagina. Christine and Kathy were quite nude. All had their tits exposed and unrestrained. They bobbed with every step and motion. Christine ventured to break the awkward filly silence.

“First I would like to apologize to you Kathy. I knew what was going to happen but you were deliberately kept somewhat in the dark. Mr. Morgan preferred you to be frightened as much as possible and surprised; it would make you a better filly he said. As you can understand the law is the law and Mr. Morgan is the law in this matter.

“As you may have also guessed I have some experience. I have been a visitor to this ranch as well as a few others all of my life. My mother was one of the very first mares to be broken after the Bad Times when work was hard to find. She had been a pretty chorus girl I was told and married a much older man.”

“Wow, what is it like to be domesticated?” Mary Lou was all wide eyed.

“Not too bad. Yeah you have to obey your husband, father, boyfriend or brother quite explicitly but in turn you cannot be harmed and when on your breaks you have the money to do as you want. It is a tradeoff.”

“Are you a filly at your home too?”

“It depends on your contract. I myself spend all night in equine character whether bedded or stalled. During the day I may wear a tail under my dress but that is all.”

“Are you ridden or ever pull a carriage?”

“Dear! I am no common pony slut! I am permitted only the occasional carriage on a holiday or a long weekend with Mr. Viani. I am too small to carry my husband though I may one day be ridden by my son.”

“What about Laura and Lisa? I understood what was happening. I am no dummy and I knew Mr. Morgan was taking a chance on a poor girl like me so the contract was liberal and generous in giving up control. My friends though; I do not think they are very happy right now. I can understand my marriage contract, your actions, and my father sending Mary Lou with me and you but…” questioned a concerned and annoyed Kathy. The dilemma really was that young beautiful women had no choice if they are noticed by men with money. They can hope for their man to be nice and the contract fair and equitable.

“Well I can only guess there. We fillies are not told much but we do wheedle it out of our men. Lisa I know is in debt for her college and high schooling. Mr. Morgan, my brother, probably bought up her debt. She will be paid off at least in part after this excursion. Besides it may help her adjust to the new world order. It could be worse you know.”

That they did. Overseas the life of women was much more demanding and many were circumcised because of religious obligations. Life was poorer too. Even now the people of North America still had substantial military power and oversaw by force what remained of the outer world and with that came most of the spoils.

“What about Laura?”

“My brother has his ways and firmly believes in the new ways. Women are property as are most people really who are best handled under the terms of a mutual contract. All are handled fairly in that manner. She will be under some form of a contract or the Ranch would not accept her being here. They have to be legal too or someone will sue them.”

“She had a fiancée…”

“Yes, I met him at the reception. Mr. Jamesway. A middle aged gentleman who has some money or at least acts that way. My brother could have an arrangement with him. I briefly saw her tag and it read: ‘Laura, Wild Mare, BJ tame only, 2077-6-330’”

“What does that mean,” questioned Mary Lou innocently.

“Most likely Laura is still considered a virgin and is here to be tamed but only with a BJ (Blow Jobs).”

“Oh!”

“Then when she got her ring, Mr. Jamesway pre-empted ownership from her father because of the contract obligation. It makes sense.”

“Only if you are a lawyer,” sarcastically remarked Kathy with a flip of her tail upwards.

“The world is full of laws and lawyers these days; the only survivors of the American dream.” concluded Christine but she was grinning and obviously content with her situation. Her husband was rich which made her pampered even at the cost of all sexual and physical control.

“So what is going to happen, Christine? You have been through this before.” Mary Lou was anxious and started wiggling her butt which sent her tail into a frenzy.

“Me? This is normal and with luck I will catch an unattached centaur or two or maybe an interested groom. Once you are broken in, the orgasms are spectacular and well worth it.”

“You mean you want a centaur to…to do you?” Kathy stated in an incredulous tone. Her first night had left her exhausted and sore in throat and cunt. She did not look forward to the next night. She was already walking funny.

“Of course I do. You get used to anything in time, you will see. We have a week to be enjoyed, trained, exercised, and used. Well, Mary Lou will not of course. She is protected but you will find yourself wondering and wanting it too.”

Blushing Mary Lou looked down at her toes and idly stirred the dust with the tip of a red high heel. It seemed that she had some dastardly thoughts already in her innocent head.

A gorgeous blonde approached the Morgan Party with great wobbly tits for her frame and grinned shyly. Ashlee Fairchild had arrived.

“Hello, we met in the Waiting Corral.”

“Yes, I remember you, you were quite kind.” Kathy answered with a flip of her long hair and a toss of her tail.

“Is that you Ashlee!” Christine exclaimed. “Remember me, Chris!”

“Oh, wow, it is you!” Ashlee and Christine jumped up and down and then dashed at one another rubbing their breasts together and exchanging a rather deep kiss and making sloppy wet noises.

“I guess they know one another, huh?” stated Mary Lou as she stepped back from their wild assault to hide behind her big sister’s ass.

“You better quiet down, girls, before the grooms get annoyed.” Kathy reminded the forgetful fillies of their ultimate law. Christine glanced at Kathy and recognized the problem. Reluctantly she disengaged though her tail told a different story about what she wanted to do.

“Ashlee and me go way back. We were friends at a summer retreat for several years. She is five years younger than me and I last saw her when she was 15.”

Ashlee smiled licking her crimson lips with obvious uncontrollable passion. “It has been some time, sweet hips. Too bad I am married now. Maybe when we have kids we can share next door stalls.”

“Sure, meanwhile we could bump and grind like in the old days.”

Kathy intruded into their disturbing conversation. She did not have any lesbian tendencies and knew that tamed fillies did that and other weird sexual stuff. Still, for now, she preferred to look the other way. “You are in the next stall to me. I arrived last night.”

Turning Ashlee inspected Kathy more closely and stepped nice and close until her nipples touched Kathy’s own pair. “I heard you complaining this morning. I was too zonked to hear you come in. I have been at the ranch since Sunday.”

Blushing furiously Kathy pondered her next move. Ashlee had a pair of jet black eyes that peered into her soul. Her black eyes also indicated her own lack of experience which was natural if she had been raised as a virginal filly. Meanwhile Ashlee wrapped her fine thighs around Kathy’s right thigh and squeezed. Her stiff clitoris poked into her white flesh.

“Sorry to keep you awake, Ashlee.” interjected Kathy trying to avoid any sexual innuendos.

“No problemo,” she brushed her lips against Kathy’s lips exciting her and disgusting her. Mary Lou blocked her in back and she had to stand still and get kissed. “I tend to be a screamer myself so do not mind me tonight assuming my sire allows me time to cry out. You know how it is, sweetie.”

“Step back, Ashlee, she is new to this. She is not as lucky as us growing up on a ranch and being protected until marriage. Let her get comfortable. Besides I tend to get jealous.” ordered the annoyed Christine.

“On alright, Christine, if you insist.” With a confidant tail wag Ashlee stepped back to stand tall and pretty on her own set of white high heels.

About then Laura timidly nudged her body into the space near her friends. It was obvious that her left tit had a streak of brand new cum stain on it as did her left cheek. Kathy immediately went over and nuzzled Laura who looked ashamed and miserable. “It’s alright. At least you have a locked belt around your crotch.” Laura moped miserably burying her head in Kathy’s bosom.

After she had been calmed, Kathy nuzzled her face and kissed her cheek automatically licking her face. “Stay calm, Laura, I have to go down and clean your breast.” Laura stirred and Kathy whispered more soothing noises into her ear.

She lifted her head and commanded her sister: “Get behind her sis so she cannot back away.” Mary Lou did as she was told. With Laura trapped but jittery, Kathy lowered her mouth to the little cum streak and licked it clean. All the while Laura trembled and protested that she was not that sort of girl. Well she was now.

The fillies continued to chat and their brief interlude passed all too quickly. Eventually a friendly mare was engaged and the fillies leaned against the warm brown body.

Periodically a groom whistled or spoke in a loud voice for some filly to come over. Most scampered in quickly. A few had to be swatted and one had to be chased. It was not going to be good for her later.

The Morgan party was announced as ready for pickup and the fillies promptly responded and waited in turn to be lined up, bit re-gagged, and tied to a head pony tail. Laura came in this time without any vacillation and escaped further spanking. Lisa had to be hounded and gagged in the far corner of the corral where she got slapped on her ass, belly, and face until she was beet red all over. A final punch to her belly ended with her doubled over before being hair yanked up straight.

The shadows were descending as the fillies were marched back to the barn. Kathy was led to her paddock and tied in front of it while her friends proceeded to the other side. From where she was Kathy could just see her friends being organized, hooded and tenderly massaged. Lisa jerked about when she was touched but then her skin was pretty sensitive. Mary Lou only twitched as her pert breasts were groped. She seemed quite susceptible to a man’s touch there.

As Kathy waited tapping her high heels impatiently, Ashlee arrived to be positioned near her stall entrance. She looked over inspecting Kathy in a languid sexual manner. She shook her tail flicking her tail high into the air in a sort of salute. Kathy looked down at her breasts rather than to watch Ashlee any further.

Presently a groom surprised her from behind making her step into something. Before he did that he had wisely pinched her firm ass to warn her of his arrival. Kathy did jump and half kicked backwards as did most fillies.

Talking in soft dulcet tones he persuaded her to stand still as he dragged a thin white nightie that opened in front over her luscious body. He tied the front with a white ribbon over her breasts and attached thin white straps over her shoulders. It barely covered her shivering upper body and left her flat belly, crotch and tail exposed. It was transparent and speckled with white dots.

Once she finished admiring her own predicament she glanced at Ashlee who had been complaining all along too. Her groom was working on her ring gag now and she was already in a white chemise that clung to her wasp like waist and full breast set. The hem just touched her upper ass and certainly did not hinder her sexual attributes. With the ring gag in, Ashlee practiced a “la” of angry protest. The groom grinned and gave her tight rump a squeeze. Ashlee kicked backwards but the groom knew her tricks and pulled her tail as a joke making her squeal.

Kathy’s groom made her step into a pair of thong panties. It was all part of her honeymoon outfit that she had specially picked out. Nevertheless it felt fine to have panties on again and something even briefly covering her boobs.

Then it was time to reenter her stark honeymoon stall and be locked in place over the central hay bale. The groom was overly friendly as was to be expected with a half naked filly and in no time she was hot and bothered. Her friends nickered quietly trying to watch and listen as they had been duly instructed to do.

The Adderplum III was connected and demanded her full attention as normal: “Attention! Do you hear me?”

Again she nodded now well used to the dull routine.

“Last night you were on your own as per the schedule. Tonight you will learn how to please whoever is screwing you; with luck you will be trainable to receive pleasure too. You will be instructed when the centaur arrives. Always remember to keep your tail moving. It will attract and show your interest. Do you understand?

A nod.

“Then begin.” Prompted in so charming a fashion Kathy had to start rolling her hips in an exaggerated fashion and jerking her tail up and down. “Now back straight and tits up.” She did as commanded. “Now gently move your tits up and down; let them wobble and sway.” Alright!

A large centaur, black as night, rambled in next to her. Startled Kathy paused only to have Adderplum III verbally lash out at her. The centaur gazed calmly at her, sniffing her pheromone perfume before approaching her in the vicinity of her tits. The gate clicked and locked behind her and she was officially alone with her large sleep partner.

“Stand still, let the centaur make the moves. Keep that tail swishing and the tits swaying.”

The centaur began to nibble under her nightie. Access was very easy and her nipples very responsive. She lahhed without meaning. Her centaur ignored whatever she had to say. The lights snapped off plunging the barn into utter darkness and gloom.

A sharp “la” announced that Ashlee had been penetrated. She began a continuous series of yips and la’s as her centaur pleasured himself in her neat little rump.

Kathy’s centaur continued to graze under her nightie; content to sample her breasts for a while. After a while her centaur sauntered around her back and nibbled at her white ass. She trembled in extreme distress. Adderplum III insisted that she wiggle and arch her back.

A hard hoof struck her in the back of the head and she collapsed forwards onto the hay bale. It made her all woozy and light headed. A large and ponderous weight pinned her decisively on her belly with her extra wide spread legs. “Keep shaking your ass! Lazy slut!”

Despite herself she gasped and “la” shrieked. That dick was thick and demanding and her pussy still tender from the previous night episode. Her centaur knew how to treat a young innocent filly. When he finished she cried herself to sleep. Yet her derriere was quite active for several minutes as she unconsciously tried to entice the centaur back on top of her. But that is not the choice of a filly.

“Not good, Mrs. Morgan. Only one bed mate orgasm so far and none for you. Your arousal level dropped from 7 to 3 upon penetration. Learn to go with the flow.”

Even as she slipped into a dreamless sleep, Ashlee was screaming once more entertaining her centaur for at least a second time.

In the middle of the night Kathy woke. It was a summer evening and she was penned indoors but she felt cold. She wanted to be covered. She was horny. She wondered about her friends. How did Mary Lou stand being locked up right and unable to rub against anything while listening to her sister struggle getting screwed? It had to be maddening and just like how Kathy felt now.

Lifting herself up from the bale without arms or legs was impossible. With effort she thrashed about to let one side show. For a guy it confirmed that she had a cute tit maximally exposed and protruding though still just covered by her nightie. She instigated a series of soft alluring nickering noises to attract attention to her sexual need. Then she remembered her ass and tail and commenced to move them in gentle circles. She hoped the combination would guide her centaur over unless he was too deep in slumber to care.

Gradually her efforts tired her and she snoozed off again.

She dreamed of needing to be snuggled and her breasts were being licked. Half waking she found it true and her ass responded eagerly. A soft “la” escaped her open mouth. Her centaur did as he wanted for several minutes before mounting her from behind. Kathy dropped flat on her hay bed and humped her backside up and down in welcome before his near ton weight pinned her helplessly in place. Effortlessly her centaur bypassed her thong barrier and slipped within her. It became rather noisy as she was quite wet and the shock of entry forced her to sing out loud in filly silly protest.

This time she gripped his dick with her vaginal muscles and hung on to each thrust. His orgasm overwhelmed her releasing her own passion this time. She gasped and la-ed right and left while wiggling frantically under him. This time he stayed on top of her content and now warm body.