Source: Original
Lead: Switch
Tags: Rape, JRHNBR, Transformation
There was once a farmer who we'll call Farmer Black. He loved his horses and grew many at his farm, which often made the community jealous. Mostly stallions, he invited the town to play with his horses daily for only a small fee, and this helped the community know of his kindness and slowly grow his own. The stallions were always in the best mood they could be. They were well-kept, well-fed, and well sought after. This helped show what a great farmer he was. But this story is about what he kept secret and his unending cruelty.
"You heard the news today, girl?" Black speaks to his mares. One of them being radiant and white with features of black at the socks, an eye, neck and spine. And one of them being primarily chestnut with features of white in the centre of her head, down the centre of her neck like stripes of a zebra down the nape, as well as one sock on her front right leg. At his front right, the one of white groans in response as both of their mouths are held shut.
The both of them walk slowly as they lead in ploughing with Black at the seat. Halfway through the unpopulated field, Black tugs back on the reins directly hitched to the radiant one's bridle. Instead of storebought, these kinds of headgear are manufactured personally, and with something specific in mind. The mouth is held by both a bit and gag depending on the farmer's mood. Some bits are thinner, wider, longer or shorter than others. Some gags are treated the same. As he pulls back on the white mare, a girthy knot wedged between the bit and her tongue is forced deeper into her throat, and causes her to come to a stop. The bit also clips at her inner cheeks while her entire mouth is held down by a special sort of strap. One that restricts her mouth from any freedom of her choice and makes the space inside so tight that every pull made him feel that much more in power. "I was talking… to Mary," he speaks in a calm but threatening tone. He whips the reins to get the two moving again but it takes a second for her to recover, causing the farmer to get a hot head and sigh about it with a quick growl of his teeth.
Mary was his newest toy and was often avoided, almost out of fear. Tess was a veteran, one only just a bit bigger but with more experience. They all knew about the farmer's questionable practices but kept quiet so as to not upset him, but Mary was new to all this. And what's worse is that she's human. At least, she feels human. Mary has memories of the life she lived before she suddenly ended up on the farm. She even remembers visiting as a kid to ride the stallions. The stallions which are still kept tidily, proudly, and living in luxury. Being new to this legitimate change in lifestyle, Mary didn't notice too much cruelty, only a few odds of unfairness.
"Mary?" He repeats in the same tone, likely to pull on her gag too. The horse of white bumps her to hurry her answer. "Hey!" Black shouts as he pulls her gag deeper than before with a harsh, sudden jut of her head. Mary looks over and can see the eyes of the other redden as if to signify tears, stress and restraint. Knowing the effects of his abuse causes Mary's heart to race in fear and almost excitement. She knew at least she didn't agree with the sick and twisted fetish but she was beginning to miss the feel of her boyfriend. The way he touched her, held her, fucked her. All consensual but rough. The memories were getting to her.
Mary does her best to answer and barely manages a whinny through her gag, one a lot less dominant but still keeping her mouth restricted. "Ah," he pulls his head back with a smile on his face, satisfied with her answer. "Another criminal missing. It's almost as if Kira came to our world," he laughs. They reach the end of the field and he pulls over for lunch. "Break time," he jumps off his seat and goes to rest in the shade, leaving them both still hitched where they are in the blazing sun. He eats and eats and drinks near a litre from his bottle. "All right, all right," he buckles as it almost runs empty. Black walks to mary, holds her head genuinely and hugs her around her neck for a while. He opens the end of her gag which has a funnel to her throat, and tips near the rest of his water down there. Naturally, she chokes and sputters and most of what she got is wasted to the barren dirt. "You good?" Black taunts and laughs to himself. Tess raises her head for her share but Black stares to her for a second before tipping the rest to the ground. "Gonna be a scorcher," he laughs.
Black grabs the reins and leads them under the shade with a massive tree behind them to hide from the main road. "Let's see what you've got for us today," he spits on the floor and circles them both to the rear. "Yeah," he runs his hands up the mares' pussies and slaps the lips of Tess. "You're used," he turns away in disappointment to Mary's. "You're a breeder," he laughs. He runs his fingers along her cunt and tells her again, "You're a breeder." The horrified eyes of Mary as her body stands still to take in this information. She breaks into a fit and begins rearing up, attempting to attack the farmer or get away. "Woah, woah," he laughs as he backs up to let her throw a hissyfit. She doesn't slow up. "Dumb bitch," he smiles as he spanks her ass as hard as she can and she bolts off toward the road. She rushes toward the fence to get any sort of help while Black shows no interest in stopping her. He spits on his hand, rubs Tess' cunt and slips off his belt.
Farmer Black unbuckles his belt and slips it out while positioning himself to Tess' rear. Hardening with a few quick strokes, he glides it in while resting his hands at her ass. She was the perfect height for it. JRHNBR. And if not, she would be restrained in such a way that made her so. Meanwhile, Mary finds herself at the fence, staring and neighing through her gag at the few cars that pass. It was a problem that not many people would even show up. It was a problem that she couldn't even scream. Still, all along and back did she gallop around the perimeter to get some sort of attention - an attention she never found. Falling into desperation, she finally turns back in the farmer's direction with a look of pity, only to find a few feral stallions had snuck up on her.
"There's no escape," the grey stallion falling behind laughs. "You're alone," the brown one to his left taunts. "Get used to it." "We can find a use for you," the dark horse leading tells her. Shivers are sent all through her body - the look they had to her was enough to penetrate her innocence. She could feel a gang-raping whisper in her direction. Eyes bulging in horror, Mary steps back, lowering her rear to the fence to give them a hard time. A shock at the electric fence forces a reaction from her, and she bolts away. The stallions chase her, boners swinging freely in the air and foaming at the mouth, bloodshot eyes and the smile of a psychopath.
Another farmer had driven onto Black's property and met him halfway before the two hurried to the stables. She brought her stallion on an agreement to breed him - with Mary. A tall, dark, stoic, strong, very well hung easy-keeper. With a decorated muzzle to keep his mouth shut for some reason. The only problem here was that he wouldn't put on quite a show like the stallions that Black owns. Fortunately, the farmer had an easy fix for that.
Coming back around from the storage room, Black carries two pink capsules about the length of a coin and width of a pen. Usually, he would only need one but this horse looks too well-behaved. Black moves around to his face. "May I?" The other farmer walks around to untie it while whispering something in his ear. Some kind of threat it looks like. If there's anything Farmer Black knows well, it's hiding threats in plain sight. He gets off on it. Maybe she does too. "Thanks," Black smiles as he force-feeds the two pills. "What are they?" she asks. "They're just to help him. Vitamins. Increase the chance of a baby really happening." He's not totally lying. Think Viagra for horses. Something that makes the sex better to watch, listen to, smell, and a few more entertaining quirks.
"Sire," Black shouts to the biggest stallion in the field. "Go find that Mary." Without a word, the horse takes off in her direction. "How do they understand?" The other farmer laughs nervously. "After a while, they just seem to know what I'm saying. Not sure if it's my methods or what," he laughs while scratching his eyebrow. "Amazing," she tells him.
In no longer than five minutes, Mary's brought back by the stallions to get impregnated. "Hope you boys didn't wear her out," Black laughs. The other farmer gives a smile of discomfort and coughs at the moment. "Ah, they're all right," he explains, knowing full well what they could've been doing. Mary is dragged into a breeding stall and tied down on her front knees. Noticing Mary's discomfort, the other farmer speaks up. "We can still just use the AV I prepared earlier. It's quite a hefty load," she laughs nervously. "Moaning and everything." "No, no. She's good for it."
Having had her for almost 7 exact days, Farmer Black is totally aware that his spell wears off today, and she will turn human in just a while. The only way o stop her transformation is to keep her pregnant, so he can keep her with all the other poorly-kept mares he owns in secret. From the first time he looked upon her, he knew he wasn't going to let her go - as if he'd make an exception for any of them. Of course, this means he doesn't give any of his mares longer than a week without starting another pregnancy. This means all the other mares could very well be human. Hell, all the horses could very well be human. If not, they're all kept in the same manner of cruelty anyway, so it doesn't matter so much. Torture to humans or animals, it's safe to say he's given it both ways - or would. The stallions are safe from any harm, however.
Farmer black moves around to the stallion and gropes his balls. "Looks like he's happy," he laughs, patting the stallion's ass and pushes him forward to mount Mary. There's not much she could do but stare at the straw covering the floor with wide eyes, She couldn't speak, move, and eventually, she didn't want to. Not want to do anything as she slipped into the depression of Farmer Black's total control over her life. "We can't just use that," Black continues. "May as well give him some fun." "All right," the other farmer rolls her eyes. "I've got a lot else to do so I'll be back in an hour or so." "That's good," Black waves her off. "Have a good day." As soon as she departs, Black turns to the scene he's created and smiles at her reluctance.
Farmer Black tightens the ties to the mare from various fences around her and even notches at the ground below her. Restricting her movement 100%. He pulls out her gag to hear her quivering voice, still in shock of what's about to transpire. "Not too loud now," he reminds her. He shoves a shorter one and ties it around her head. "Good girl."
-Berserker x AW