Dark Horse: Tales from the Ranch Ch. 03

"You haven't heard the best part yet," Ms. Winters said. "Second prize is a night with... me!" Beau took a step back, but Velvet was still right there. The little monster was always right there. Beau glared at Ms. Winters as the steel haired woman stepped forward, leash in hand, and clasped it to the collar around her neck. She hated the leash. She hated the collar. Fuck, she hated it all. "Come along, Beau." Ms. Winters tugged lightly on the leash, and Beau trudged along beside her. She heard Velvet snicker and looked over her shoulder. Velvet had her arm around Peep and smacked Stephan's ass, who yelped, looking at her pleadingly.

"Don't worry about him, girl," the awful bitch said. "Calm down."

"Calm down? You're leaving my brother with that freak. She's a rapist!"

"I knew I was going to have to correct that," she said wistfully. "Beau, we have much to do tonight. Much to do." They stopped at the door, and the taller woman turned to her expectantly. Beau turned her lip in disgust and put the tie around her thighs. "Another notch."

"It's too tight! It hurts!"

"We're not going far. Another notch." Beau cursed silently and tightened the hobbler. "That's better." She unlocked the door and gave another tug on the leash. "Come along," she said. Beau staggered behind her, out into the dreary rain and across the yard. Ms. Winters was silent as she opened the basement door and led Beau into the grooming room. She tied the leash off on a hook in the ceiling, and stepped around behind Beau with a tsk. "You don't need a shower before we go upstairs."

"Hooray," Beau said mockingly.

"No, Beau. That's not a good thing." The older woman sighed as she loosened the laces on Beau's corset. "You're a racing pony. You should be dirty and sweaty, and instead you're as fresh as you were before we started."

"Just trying to keep your expenses low," Beau chuckled. "Haven't you heard there's a recession?"

"Hmmm," the taller woman said, as she began to walk in a small circle around Beau. "You know, this morning you were cold and distant, as is your custom. You were... mmmm, resistant?... to the idea of a race? Your disinterest is troubling, although hardly new." She came to a stop in front of Beau, and leaned in close. "And yet since you found out we were going to be spending some quality time together, you've antagonised me non-stop." Beau spat at her. "Oh yes," she said, wiping the glob of saliva from her nose with a wicked smile. "We are going to have fun tonight."

The older woman unfastened and removed her corset, and all the while, Beau continued to sulk. She glowered at the woman on the other end of the leash as she was lead through the long room and up the stairs to the playroom.

"Would you believe," she finally said, as she lead Beau through the various apparatus', "that this is the room in the house I put the least amount of thought into?" Beau's brow knitted in disbelief as they came to a stop next to a padded cross. "I know," she said, conversationally, as she took Beau's left arm and moved it toward a restraint. Beau fought her, pulling her arm back, but it was for naught. Winters yanked hard on the leash, pulling Beau with ease, and had a wrist in the strap before Beau had her balance. "I had hundreds of ideas for the other rooms. Specific products and brands, floor layout, et cetera, but this room? I went a different route." Beau fought each wrist and ankle, but once the first one was attached, it was down to a contest of strength she was bound to lose.

"I had met a contractor at a club a few years back. The same man who built the stalls downstairs. Anyway," she said, as she walked over to the wall of implements, "he showed me his dungeon once, and I was... hmmm..." Ms. Winters frowned as she looked over her riding crops. "I was impressed by a rig he had that he'd built himself. Very sturdy. It was nothing to look at on it's own, but it had many restraints that could be used in different combinations. Very inventive." She took one off the wall with a bit of folded leather on the end and flicked it through the air twice. "No," she muttered, putting it back. "Anyway, I knew that he had other designs, and when I began to conceive of The Ranch, I knew that I was going to be putting this room in his hands. I commissioned his whole sketch book.

"It's the only thing I would put in his hands." She picked up a slightly shorter crop with a bit of hard nylon on the end. "He demonstrated some of the uses of his rig, which he had named 'The Breaker'," she sighed, rolling her eyes. She gestured around the room with one hand. "All of these have names, and all of them just as ridiculous. Anyway, he demonstrated them with his slave. A pitiful thing, that slave. Howled and whined the whole time, and not once did it thank him. Do you know why?" Beau's flat expression remained unchanged as Ms. Winters went over to different drawer and withdrew a bullet vibrator. "I'll tell you why; because it wasn't thankful. It didn't really want to be there. It didn't know what it wanted, and so it let that man have his way with it, let him abuse it, just to have something to hold on to. An owner should know better. He's an awful man, and a fool."

"That doesn't sound at all like anyone I know."

Ms. Winters smirked as she set down her handful, and went out into her bedroom. Her voice carried loudly through the open spaces as she continued. "I could have gone to someone else, and hovered over their shoulder while they worked, but I'm not an engineer. I would only have gotten in the way of people who know better and in this matter, this one matter, I believe that man knows best."

"Is there a point in all this?"

"Does that make this easier for you?" Ms. Winters had her head quirked as she returned with a leather case and a bowl of water. Beau's eyebrows slowly rose the taller woman removed a razor and shaving cream from the case. "Now, I know I've set down some very specific rules for grooming, but those are born out of aesthetic. What I'm about to do is a courtesy."

Beau turned her head and winced as the older woman knelt down before her. The cream felt cold as it was spread around her vulva, and she couldn't help but twitch. "If there was ever a time for you to keep still, my little troublemaker, this is it." Beau nodded tightly, and Ms. Winters went back to carefully smearing the white lather up and down her outer labia. "Good girl."

Her skin pebbled when she felt the razor press against her groin and begin an agonizingly-slow trip downward. The sound of it, like velcro tearing, set her teeth on edge, although the bark was far worse than the bite. Ms. Winters had a smooth and even hand. Every other short stroke over her skin was followed by a quick swish in the bowl. Beau didn't want to watch, but no matter how she twisted, she could still see the steel haired woman kneeling and grinning as she worked.

"Your pussy is... just beautiful, Beau," Ms Winters said, dabbing at the left lip with a wet cloth. "I don't expect you've spent a lot of time with a hand mirror to know, but it's true. Your inner lips are like a work of art." Beau flinched as the older woman delicately parted her. The soft cloth trailed along the side of her hooded clit, and the mare barely stifled a cry. "Mmm, a little moist already. Delicious, even if I did make you look like a twelve year old in the process." Beau shut her eyes and turned to the side. "Ah ah ah. Eyes on me, little pony." She gasped as the older woman cupped her sex, the puffy skin molding against her curved palm. Beau hesitantly opened one eye, and squealed as Ms. Winters pushed the tip of her middle finger inward. "Feels good, doesn't it? That first finger? Before you're wet enough for it to slide in, and there's just that... that pressure."

"Fuck you," Beau whimpered.

"That's not really how this works," she mused. "You know, I don't need you to answer the question; I can tell you enjoy this, but I'd really like to hear it from your mouth."

"You're gonna be waiting a long time," Beau snarled.

"I have alllll night." Beau breathed a quiet sigh of relief as Ms. Winters stood up and turned around. The older woman removed her tan short sleeve shirt, revealing a black lace bra underneath which she promptly reached behind herself to unfasten. She sat down on the edge of a plush arm chair and removed her boots. Beau stared, slightly enviously, at the teardrop shape of the older woman's breasts as she leaned forward to peel off her socks. "Thank you for keeping your eyes on me," Winters said with a smirk. "It's not always feasible, but I prefer to do these things in the nude, and it's nice to be appreciated for the work I put in to stay in shape."

"I didn't say anything," Beau said warily.

Beau's eyes widened as the older woman approached her, riding crop in hand, and she gasped as she felt the tip of the crop slide up her cleft. Winters raised and held the glistening tip in the air between them, twisting it so the wetness caught the light. "I'd say that's a bit more than was there before, wouldn't you?" Winters gave her a dark smile as she smeared the wet end of the crop against the tip of Beau's nose. Beau's nostrils flared as she caught the scent of her own arousal. Color bloomed in her cheeks. "Try not to stare while I take off my pants. It's rude."

"When you chain us up and tease us, of course you're going to get an unconscious response," Beau spat. "I wouldn't sleep with a monster like you if you begged me."

Ms. Winters stepped closer, her eyes flashing. "Oh I promise you, my naughty little pony, that you will be begging me by the end of the night. Whether you're begging me to keep going or begging me to stop, that is up to you." The older woman walked back over to her small assortment and paused.

Beau jerked at the sound of tape being pulled off of a roll, twice. The older woman turned and strode back over to her. "Hey," Beau said warningly, as the bullet vibrator was placed against her clit. "Hey," she said, as two strips of tape were placed over it in an X. "Hey-"

"I would really rather not gag you tonight, Beau. I do so enjoy the sound of your moans."

"I won't m-mmm" Ms. Winters grinned as she flicked the control switch back off. Beau grimaced and shook her head. "Are you gonna do tha-mmmmmmhmmhmm. Fuck."

The taller woman sighed and bit her lip. "That's the stuff," she said. She hummed softly to herself as she went back to her array, and Beau shivered at the sound of another piece of tape being ripped off the roll. She twitched at the older woman's touch, as the control was taped to her thigh. "Now... what was the next step?" The steel haired woman tapped her lips with her extended index finger, and then smiled. "Ah yes. Bring to boil." Beau's cheeks flushed as the bullet vibrator sprang to life.

Ms. Winters turned around as she unbuttoned her tight riding pants. "You may not understand it yet, you are a simple creature after all, but I actually care quite deeply for you and your brother." She bent forward with an exaggerated slowness, lowering pants too tight to hide anything. "Everything I've done to you, I've done for you. Done what's best for you. I guess you could even say I love you. I love all my pets." She peeked backwards over her shoulder and smirked at Beau as she stood and stepped out of her pants, now dressed only in a pair of black satin panties. Beau fixated on the plush armchair, but she couldn't help but notice the woman's thighs, or her calves, or the bright red polish on her toenails. The persistent buzzing was beginning to spread through her middle, and she pinched her eyes shut.

"That's right, Beau. Fight it. Fight me." Ms. Winters stalked forward, drinking in the quivering mare with her eyes. "Don't give in, don't make a sound; that's what I want! Fight me as long as you can, Beau!"

"Fuck you," she hissed. Fat beads of sweat began to slide down her forehead, down her neck, and along her ribs. She writhed against her bonds, desperate to cover herself from the leering gaze of her owner.

"Sometimes, loving something means having to do things they don't like because you know it's what they need. You need this, badly."

"I don't need anything from you," she hissed. "Fuck you! Fuck You!" The last through gritted teeth.

Ms. Winters folded her arms across her chest, which had a generous effect on her cleavage, and clucked her tongue. "You may not accept it yet, but I do know what's best. For you and your brother."

"Fuck," Beau whimpered, as sweat flooded and poured over her eyebrows. Her world centered around the incessant thrum of the vibrator, like a chord that resonated throughout her entire body, keeping her held taught by it's note for minutes on end.

Suddenly, pain lit up her breasts as both of her nipples were viciously twisted, causing her to shriek. She cursed herself for letting her focus waver from her tormentor. "Eyes on me, little pony," Ms. Winters chided. She released the heaving mare's nipples, and took up her riding crop again. Beau gasped as the grinning woman dragged the tip of the crop along the undersides of her modest, heaving breasts. "Theeeeere's that voice of yours. Now, where was I?"

"Just about to fuck off," Beau grunted. Ms. Winters smiled as she struck hard and fast, her four fingers landing flat across Beau's dripping folds. Beau cried out, cursing violently.

The older woman's eyes lit up as she watched the mare. "That's the reaction I was looking for," she whispered breathily. She leaned in close, her forehead brushing against the tips of the mare's spiked, albeit matted, hair, and stared deep into Beau's eyes she delivered another, harder slap. Beau's shrieked, thrashing at her bindings with renewed vigor. "Now now. We don't want to break our toys."

Beau nearly wept in frustration when the older woman reached down and turned off the vibrator. Her breath came in ragged gasps and she slumped, suspended by the wrist restraints. "Reduce heat and allow to simmer," she sang. "It's fascinating to see how different you all are, Beau. You've already been in here more times than Peep, and Belle learned his lesson after one visit in that very chair," she said, pointing at the plush armchair. "Each of them accepted it in time."

Beau met Winter's playful grin with a exhausted glare. "He hasn't accepted any of this fucked up hell!"

"He most certainly did," she chuckled. "You should have seen him fold to my will while I... 'taught' him. He has slowly come to terms with his place in life. What do you suspect he's doing with Velvet right this moment?" The older woman stepped up to her, hardened nipples grazing against Beau's. "I assure you, they aren't sitting around telling each other knock knock jokes."

"He -Aaaaagh," she cried, as Winters flicked the vibrator on again briefly.

"I'm sorry," the older woman grinned, leaning in to brush her lips along Beau's cheek. "What were you going to say?"

"He," Beau panted. "He -Aaaaaagh!!"

"Beau," she whispered huskily, "are you trying to make me cum?"

"Fuck!"

"As much as I appreciate your thoughtfulness, tonight is about you, my beautiful little pony." She smiled as she flicked the vibrator on and off, relishing the sharp screams in her ear. On and off. "I do need your help on one eency little matter, though."

"Fuck you," Beau whimpered, but it lacked conviction.

"Contrary to what Velvet and Peep think, I am not actually a mind reader." Beau turned her head slightly to stare at the steel haired woman out of the corner of her eye. "I want you to tell me how to get you off."

"What?!"

"I loathe trial and error, Beau." Beau gasped as fingers trailed down her chest. "I could spend all night touching you but that would defeat the purpose so you are going to tell me. You are going to admit, out loud, how I should make you cum."

"Fuck you," Belle whimpered again, trailing off in sobs.

"You always say the sweetest things," Ms. Winters laughed, softly. "I'm only going to ask one more time, but before I do let me be clear; if you don't tell me..." Beau cried out as the vibrator sent a jolt through her core. "I'll string you out for hours, and you won't cum. And then tomorrow..." Another jolt, and another cry. "And let us not forget; what I want is to make you orgasm, Beau! Wouldn't that release be wonderful?"

"Yes," Beau whimpered.

"How do I make you cum, Beau?"

"P... P-penetration," her lips betrayed.

Ms. Winters moaned softly, her fingers continuing to slide down over Beau's abs and around the taped X. "You want to be penetrated... anally?" Beau whinnied, and shook her head. "Ooooh. Vaginally?" she asked, her middle and ring fingers sliding in between the mare's drooling lips.

"Yes," she breathed.

"Ask," the older woman said.

"W-what?" Beau whimpered, thrusting her pelvis in vain at Winter's retreating hand.

"If you want your orgasm, ask for it." Winters enunciated as if she were talking to a slow child.

"Please," Beau said hoarsely. "Please penetrate me." Ms. Winters smiled softly, and her two fingers pushed inside Beau with wet shuck. Beau moaned deeply, grinding her hips against the older woman's palm. "Please," she repeated, her voice cracking. "Please!" She rutted, restrained as she was, against the invading fingers. "Please!" Beau gasped and cried out as the taller woman withdrew her fingers. "Please!"

"And now, the choice!"

"What?" Beau whimpered, dazed.

"The choice. I know how worried you are about your sweet little brother and what vile things Velvet might be doing to his nubile body so... I'll give you a choice. You can walk out of this room, right now, and go see your him." She smiled and tilted her head. "Did he slip your mind for a while there? Did I distract you?"

"B-b...but?"

"But you won't cum. Not tonight, and not any time soon. I've got a chastity belt getting nice and cold in my refrigerator. You won't be able to touch yourself and you won't be able to finish yourself, but you'll know he's safe. Part of you feels guilty for leaving him, and you should." The older woman circled the cross as she talked, bare feet nearly silent on the wood. "You didn't even try this morning. He could have spent the night safe in your stall, but instead he's there with Velvet and you're here. So, because you were so informative as to how to make you cum, I'll let you leave. If that's what you want." Beau sobbed lightly, and the older woman gave her a comforting smile. "It's okay if you want to go, Beau. There are no wrong answers. You just have to know what you want."

"I want to cum," Beau whined, piteously.

"Fuck," Ms. Winters moaned, as her head rolled back on her shoulders. "Say it louder!"

"I want to cum!"

Beau cried out as the older woman pierced her with three fingers and immediately turned the vibrator back on. She had just enough time to draw another breath before Ms. Winters kissed her fiercely, mashing her lips and swallowing the exhausted mare's screams. The taller woman's fingers pumped in and out of her, filling the room with the echoes of a furious shluck-shluck-shluck. Her orgasm, when it finally arrived moments later, washed over her like a tidal wave, and Beau felt release like she had never known in her life; so much so, that she found it hard to focus her eyes when Ms. Winters pulled away. It looked like she was smiling warmly. It looked like she was proud. It also looked like her thighs were glistening.