Hiker Snatched

 You never really think about something like this happening to you. Like, really happening to you.

"Hey. Pretty boy. Did I fuckin' stutter?" My eyes snapped back into focus and I gulped as I glanced at the woman in front of me. The woman who was calmly, if with slight irritation now, holding a pistol that was unerringly aimed at my midriff. She was dressed much like I was, sensible hiking boots, khaki shorts, and a comfortable top. A bag was slung over one shoulder, and her amber hair was collected up in a ponytail that was tugged through a baseball cap to cascade down to her upper back. She had popped up seemingly out of nowhere as I had been walking along.

She cocked her head to one side, "Well?"

I opened my mouth and just gawked a little. Like a damned fish. My mind was spinning like a cartoon character's legs as they run out of land to run on. Just waiting for the plunge now.

She took a step towards me and gestured with the gun, "Turn around, and pull your pants down to your ankles. Now."

"L-look lady, if you're trying to rob me I don't ha-" My stammered excuse was cut off as she raised her weapon and pointed it at my head. I felt the colour drain from my face, "Whoa! Hang on! Wait!!"

"Pants. Now."

I stumbled around in my turn away from her, mind reeling as my hands moved on auto pilot to my belt. I shucked them down to my ankles, feeling the cool breeze brush softly across my legs. Straightening up, I heard the crunch of her feet pacing closer to me.

"Hands behind you."

"Lady pl--"

"Shut your mouth, and do what I say. I don't want to have to hurt you pretty boy, but I will if you force me too." Despite the situation I felt a faint flush in my cheeks. Why the hell was she calling her robbery victim pretty boy? Just another humiliation to add to my pantsless situation? I slowly moved my hands behind my back and felt her close the distance. I felt a strong temptation to try to whirl about and stop her from doing whatever it was she intended, but the thought of that snub nosed pistol behind me stayed any action. Besides, she had looked pretty fit. I was no slouch mind you, but it sure as hell wouldn't be an even fight with my ankles all tangled up.

I trembled a little as I felt her cool leather gloved hands take my wrists. I felt soft bands of leather fasten around first one, and then the other. A slight click followed, and I gulped again. My arms were restrained behind me, by a gun totting maniac of a woman. If I wasn't so scared this might actually have been a fun little scenario. As it was, I felt the trembles continue as I tried my best to hold still. My heart felt like it was going to hammer straight out of my chest as she stepped closer, her hips softly touching my own. Two more cuffs followed, buckled around my upper arms and linked together with a small but strong chain. I whimpered as I felt my arms and shoulders drawn back, and I began to shake.

"Hey." The word, where before it had been curt was now softer. Less commanding. An arm wrapped around me from behind, a hand settling on my hammering chest, "Easy, pretty boy. Easy." The words were spoken just behind me, the breath caressing my ear. I twitched a little at that, adding to my trembles. The woman pressed her hand into my chest, which pressed me back into her. Her other hand came up and lightly stroked my cheek, "I'm not going to hurt you unless you make me, pretty boy. You won't make me hurt you, will you?"

I gave a spastic sort of shake with my head, my eyes fixed ahead as though I could will myself away from this place. Away from this woman, and her bonds. The insanity of this moment. It was a dream. Had to be a dream.

"Good boy." She purred from behind me, "Now shhhh." She rubbed with both hands along my chest and shoulders, calming me like one would calm a frightened animal. I continued to shake and shiver for another minute or so, the sheer enormity of this woman and what she was doing to me overwhelming my mind. Somehow though, she seemed to break through to my body and get it to stop shaking. My mind remained far too frantic with thought to do more than idly note it while it raced about. She withdrew her hands for a moment, though remained standing close behind.

"Hold these for me, pretty boy." She presented her soft leather gloves in front of my face. I looked at them, perplexed for a moment before she gently pushed them at my mouth. I opened it without conscious thought, allowing her to fit the rolled up gloves into my mouth, protruding from either side as I gently held them in place, "No bite marks now hun, I wouldn't want my gloves ruined."

I gave a fearful grunt as I felt cold metal touch my thigh. She gave a soft chuckle as I stiffened, "Just a reminder. Now, hold still."

She crouched down behind me, and I felt her attach additional cuffs to my ankles, locking them like the others. This, more than anything else, finally kickstarted my brain again. If she was intent on robbery, why all the leather bondage gear? Why bind me, if she was just going to make off with my wallet? Was this some sick addition? Did she take advantage of all her victims like this, to leave them once she had robbed them? Helpless in the wilderness, to stumble back to the trail's starting point and hope for assistance from a fellow hiker? I felt a flush return as I imagined trying to flag down some couple in my current state to free me. Would they even be able to? Or would I have to suffer the humiliation of being driven to a locksmith to have these items removed, stewing in leather bondage all the while?

I couldn't help but squeal into the gloves as she suddenly stood up behind me, pulling my pants back up with a sharp jerk. She redid my belt and then stepped around to my front, one hand rummaging in her knapsack once more.

"Didn't bite down on my gloves, did you pretty boy?" I flushed and shook my head. She smiled at me then, the first smile I had yet seen on her otherwise stern face. It lit up the hard brown eyes and, for a fleeting moment, she appeared almost normal. Then I felt her hand dip into my pocket. Out came my wallet, followed a moment later by my phone and keys. I gave a plaintive moan into her gloves but she gave a "shh'ing" sound to hush me while she stood in front of me. Leafing through my wallet like it was a perfectly normal thing to do. She pocketed some cash I had, and I felt an odd sense of relief. Robbery then. Weird robbery, but robbery was logical. It made sense.

"Peter." That smile again, as she looked up at me, "Pretty Peter." My damned flush again returned, and this time she definitely noticed it. Her smile widened, and she stepped in close, "Are you all alone up here Peter?" I felt my stomach clench a little. Why?

At my moment of hesitation, her other hand descended and firmly griped my groin. I gave a strangled grunt of surprise and fear, nodding my head frantically.

"Are you quite certain?" The smile never left her face, even as she tightened her grip just slightly. I nodded with speed, managing to keep the gloves from popping free.

"Good." She brandished another leather cuff in front of me. No. My eyes widened over her gloves. Not a cuff. A dangling d-ring with some sort of tag drew my eyes, and I felt my heart begin to hammer once more. No. This was...

"A collar for my pretty boy." I met her gaze, heart lodged somewhere to the north of where it should be, and found I was frozen. Unable to shout a denial, to struggle, to run. Even though I probably could. Her basilisk gaze snared me, held me stock still as she drifted towards me. That leather band held out, yawning wide to wrap around my neck. I shuddered as I felt the cool contact of it. I was frozen. Rooted to the ground with shock. This wasn’t how these things went. I couldn’t…she wouldn’t…She cinched the collar tightly to my neck, "Now, follow along Peter. I wouldn't want you to get hurt."

"MMmpph!" My plaintive, agonized grunt caught her attention. I was breathing hard once again, eyes wide. Everything about this was utterly overwhelming to me. I hadn't the faintest idea why I had followed along so meekly, even with the threatened pistol. I hadn't tried to convince her, reason with her, anything. I had let this madwoman tie me up, restrain me in her leather bonds, and then a final indignity. I was collared like a damned animal. It was too much. I snorted and tried to step back from her, eyes frantically darting back and forth. It was too much!

As I backed away the woman took an unhurried step forward, and flung both her arms about me. One snaked around my back, holding my opposite hip, the other cradled my head and rested upon my shoulders. My body went rigid as is was held, and I felt a shudder race through me as I keened into my makeshift gag. Her face was right next to mine, and my eyes rolled with fear as I chanced a glance at her. Soft brown eyes stared back at me. A soothing hushing sound came from between her lips,

"Easy...Eeeeeaasy pretty boy. There we are..." She was stroking my head once more, like one would do to calm a frightened horse, "Eeeasy pretty boy. Thaaat's it...I know. I know it’s a lot. I'm going to tell you why, but you have to keep behaving for me, ok?" Those brown eyes drank in my own, demanding assent. I wanted nothing more than for this to be over. For some sense of normalcy. Anything that would make this alright. My overwrought mind could do nothing but give it. I gave a meek bleat through her gloves, and she smiled once more at me, "That's my good boy. Now, let's get you something nicer that you can chew on, hmm?"

Out went the gloves. In went a bit gag that buckled behind my head, with no chance for me to even begin to marshal a verbal objection. 

I had only begun to grunt around the gag when she snapped a leash to my collar and began tugging me away, off on a mostly concealed side path from the main trail. I stumbled after her as best I could, the chain between my ankle cuffs snapping taut with every step too far, causing me to nearly tumble from my feet more than once. The woman who held me captive forged ahead confidently, her stride slowing only somewhat to account for my own reduced pace. We stopped a handful of times, only long enough for her to take out a water bottle and share it between us. My gag stayed in, and I was forced to tilt my head back and swallow the carefully poured water. Then it was back to our march.

As we went, my mind continued to whirl. This was clearly something more than just a robbery. Not even a robbery plus humiliating walk back to civilization. She was leading me away...was this some sort of ransom? Did she think I was someone important? That I was worth a lot of money? I mulled the thought over, even as the leash pulled me forward and I groaned into the gag. That was the only thing that made even limited sense to me. Why else would she seize a random stranger, bind them in kinky bondage gear, and march them away to the unknown?

The mid-morning sun had swept by into the early afternoon over the course of our trek, and I was quite thoroughly lost. This was deeper into the forested hills than I had ever been, and the trees had closed thickly in. All that I could see of human sign was the path and the woman pulling me along. I found myself drooping a little, the enforced posture my bonds put me into was wearing on me, and the water breaks had stopped an hour ago. I was getting quite close to having to just stop when, quite suddenly, we did just that.

We had entered into a large more or less clear space. As I came to a halt just behind the woman I saw a somewhat large cottage directly in the centre of the clearing. It seemed a normal enough place, and there were a couple other buildings to either side of it that formed a sort of enclosure to its rear. A dirt path, more cleared than the trail we had emerged from, was cut into the treeline along one side. Leading away from the collection of buildings off deeper into the hills. The building locations and their material made the whole thing look almost like a farmstead, and as I was pulled farther into the clearing towards the front porch, the woman raised a hand and shouted a greeting,

"Yooohooo! Amyyy, Rayyyy! I'm baaack!"

I tried to pull back into the forest then, but a tug on the leash, a brief frown, and a pat of the holstered pistol quieted me down right quick. The two of us continued our approach just as the front door banged open, and another woman came striding out. She was dressed in jeans and a plaid shirt, with knee high brown leather boots. Her blonde hair was let down, and she grinned as she saw both of us, "Beth! Bagged another one did you? What was it this time? Played lost?" She started down the steps towards us.

"Nah," the woman, Beth, demurred with a smile, "Just popped out on the trail in front of him and showed him my piece." She held up a finger gun and made a ‘ka-pow’ noise.

"Your pi--" the blonde let out a snort of laughter, "Seriously!? He fell for that? No wonder the poor boy looks scared shitless." She giggled in a quasi-comforting sort of way, finally meeting the both of us as we drew level. She reached out to pat my cheek, "You don' have to worry sweetheart, you ain't gettin shot. 'S not even real. Well, that one ain't at least."

"I didn't hurt him," Beth sounded almost defensive as she tugged me up beside her, "I just didn't want trouble, and I wanted to be back for lunch. Which...?"

"I saved you a couple plates," the blonde smiled, "Ray wanted to finish with the planting so she took the boys back out there for the afternoon." She sidled up to me and delivered a couple teasing pokes, and giggled anew as I jumped and squirmed away from each one, "Ticklish, ain't he? Well stranger, I'm Amy." She doffed an invisible cap, then flung out her arms, "Welcome to our humble little outpost of civilization amidst the wilderness. We're carving out our own land here. Glorious shall our kingdom be!"

"So dramatic," Beth gave a mock groan as Amy giggled again, "Would you mind showing him around? I wanna shower before anything else."

Amy nodded happily and Beth deposited my leash in her hands before marching inside, though not before she gave one last "You be good pretty boy." Amy checked that Beth had entered the house before planting a kiss on my gagged lips. I blinked in surprise, letting out a grunt as I stepped back. But Amy just smiled and then tugged me up towards the house, "Let's take a spin around the ol' homestead shall we? Least until Beth comes back for you. Pretty Boy." As I flushed at that Amy gave a little squeal, "Oooooh, you are going to be a great fit here, I can already tell!"

Great. Now I had two lunatics to deal with. What the hell was this place?

The inside of the house was normal looking enough, if a bit rustic. Very much had a farmhouse feel to it. The small hallway at the front opened into a large dining/sitting room, with a dimly glimpsed kitchen beyond. A set of stairs led up to the second floor, while another descended underneath into the basement. Amy led me around the main floor like a strange houseguest, pointing out the workmanship of various furniture pieces, or the house itself. She was quite proud of the impressive looking fireplace, on which she was something of an expert. I stood there for a bemusing five minutes while she happily burbled about the various properties of the thing, and how she had built it. We eventually entered the kitchen, and it was there that the initial normalcy of the house ended. 

"Oh," Amy squeaked as we entered together, "Lilly! Meet our latest arrival. This is Lilly, our maid." She gestured across the room to the sink, where another woman stood. This one though was dressed in uncompromising fetish attire. She wore four inch black high heels, with ankle cuffs attached similarly to my own. She wore a rubber fetish version of a French maid outfit, which showed off ample cleavage and even included the little white headpiece. Her wrists were manacled with a chain connecting each one of them to a thick belt around her waist. She had a snug collar locked around her throat, and had an involved panel gag strapped to her face, preventing any speech. The maid, Lilly, turned from where she had been doing the dishes, and curtsied in response to Amy's greeting.

Amy gave Lilly a friendly squeeze on her arm and then shooed her back to her task, "Lilly's been with us from the start. She takes care of the upkeep around here cause she's a good girl," Amy cooed the last words at Lilly as she massaged the girl's rear. I blinked in surprise as the girl, rather than angrily muttering something, moaned and thrust her ass towards Amy's grasping fingers. Amy chuckled and gave her a few playful spanks, "Not until you're done naughty girl. And behave. New boy here will need good examples." Lilly moaned in frustrated arousal, and tried to grind against Amy, who giggled again and delivered a couple harder spanks, "No goofing off Lilly. You do a good job, and I'll play with you tonight ok?" Lilly gave an affirmative moan, and after another hopeful shake of her rear, straightened back to her cleaning. Amy groped her again and then pulled me away, "You'll see more of her later when its feeding time. But she has a list of chores, and we've got a tour to complete."

My eyes lingered as long as they could on Lily as Amy tugged me away, my mind a confused whirl of emotion. A torrent of questions bubbled in my mind, the uncertainty of my situation adding to my discomfort. Fear. I shuddered a little as I was pulled back through into the main area of the house, away from the kitchen. Amy gave me a reassuring pat on my shoulders, which only added to the confusion in my brain.

Instead of moving back towards the front door and stairs, Amy led me downwards, trooping into the basement they had carved out. It was a homely feeling sort of place, thickly carpeted with a few wardrobes and sitting areas arranged along the wall, a decent sized flatscreen TV mounted to the wall. The wardrobes were mostly closed except for one nearest the stairs, whose doors and interior were festooned with leather bondage gear of all sorts.

But Amy didn’t stop to talk about the room, instead leading me through it to a door set in the side. She carefully opened it, letting it swing wide on its well-oiled hinges, and then gave me a grin as she tugged me through the portal. Inside was a room about half the size of the outer area, dominated by four large cages along the far wall. To the left of them were a pair of St Andrew’s Crosses, and on the opposite wall from the crosses were three low boxy contraptions. In front of those were small stands with a few hoses and connections running off to wall mounted electronics. But my eyes were drawn to the girl.

As we entered the room, and drew slightly closer to her, I could hear a faint buzzing sound emanating from where the girl sat on the box. She was fastened to it with a half dozen leather straps, forced to kneel there. Apart from an all encompassing leather hood and thick collar she was totally naked, soft pink hair pulled out the back of the hood in a ponytail. Her arms were locked behind her in a boxtie armbinder, and she trembled and twitched in her bonds. Silvery nipple clamps jumped and jingled merrily with every movement that she made. A small stand had been set up in front of her, from which protruded a black dildo that the girl was gamely fellating, grunting and groaning as the buzzing seemed to egg her on to greater efforts.

Amy halted and smiled down at the girl, then turned back to me, “Isn’t she lovely? We picked little Rose up almost by accident. She got lost on the trails, and got a little too close for comfort to our fields. And Lily needed the spare help around the home, so we decided to keep her.” She paused to run a hand along Rose’s hooded head, and the girl moaned in response, her hips grinding into what had to be a Sybian, “But she was a stubborn little thing. Feisty, y’know?” She giggled at my expression, and gave Rose another pat, “So we set up a programme for her, to acclimate her to our homestead. Beth is a whiz at these mental games, and all Rose has heard for the past three weeks is Beth instructing her on how to be a better slave.”

I whimpered and tried to back away from the scene, shaking my head a little in denial. Slavery? What the hell?? These people had to be insane. Or a practical joke? A super involved one? This couldn’t be real! But Amy stood there, real as anything. Rose, unaware of my mental anguish, kept up her energetic sucking of the dildo, egged on by sultry voices she alone could hear.

 Amy held firm to my leash though, that sunny smile not fading a jot as her eyebrows knit a little, “Oh don’t worry pretty boy, Beth will set up something unique for you. I doubt you’ll need to spend quite so much time locked away down here in our little torment room. Apart from sleeping that is,” Amy jerked a finger at the cages, and I realized that two of them had embossed name plates attached. Lily and Rose. I was to be kept down here, with them, like animals. Household pets. I swallowed hard behind my gag, my eyes still wide in shock. Amy seemed unfazed by it all though, clucking a little in concern as she patted me in what was meant to be a comforting fashion, “You just need to behave like a good boy, and you won’t have to do much beyond the intro week.”

Was everyone in this place mental?!?

We stayed down there a few minutes more as Amy repeated her earlier talk through of construction and expertise, pointing out bits of the room and its bondage attachments. Quite proud of their achievements in home building essentially all of it. The normality with which she took everything about this was insane. Ludicrous. I couldn’t wrap my head around it. Yet, weirdly, it also kept me from collapsing into a gibbering pile in a corner of the room. I was able to stand there in my bonds, my eyes darting this way and that as my mind roiled about, and I didn’t break down. A few whimpers, but I didn’t cry. An odd milestone to be proud of, but there it was. I refused to let this get to me. To break me. I wasn’t going to end up like Rose. They weren’t going to keep me here. I could escape! Right?

Eventually Amy had talked of everything she wanted to and, after adjusting whatever programme Rose was enmeshed in, she led me back upstairs. As we reached the main floor I heard the shower switch off upstairs, and I chanced a glance upwards.

Amy cleared her throat and gave my leash a tug, “Upstairs is off limits, pretty boy. Unless a lady invites you upstairs you are forbidden to go any higher than this main floor. Disobey this rule, plant one foot on a step, at your peril.” She gave me a firm look and I quailed inside, shrinking back from her a bit, my arms twisting in my bonds. I nodded quickly in response, as she seemed to be waiting for that, and she gave me a small smile in return, pulling me towards the door leading outside. Maybe if I played along, didn’t cause a fuss, they would give me an opportunity to talk to them? Reason with them? Escape? This was all insane. They had to see that! Didn’t they?

Those thoughts carried me through the door and onto the porch. I had hardly taken a pair of steps away from the door when Amy suddenly gave a whoop, “Ray! Hiya Ray!!” I looked up and let out a shocked whine, eyes going wide as I looked at the sight coming up a small dirt track.

A small cart was trundling up the way, pulled by two men who seemed almost festooned in leather. Thick posture collars kept their heads locked forwards, their vision further restricted by horse blinders attached to a web of straps around their heads. Both were tightly gagged with bit gags, not dissimilar to my own. Their arms were held snugly behind them in leather armbinders, with a medley of straps crisscrossing their bodies and holding their torsos tightly. The torso straps linked back to the armbinders, which then carried on back to attach to the cart. Waist belts were likewise fastened to the cart arms that came up beside them. Small leather pouches that were hooked to their waist belts were all that protected the last shreds of their dignity and, following down their legs, they both wore knee high boots that ended in hooves. Both of them stared straight ahead, moving in tandem with each other as they pulled the cart forward, horsehair tails swished behind them.

Behind the cart two more men were walking, also largely naked apart from their bonds. In their case full hoods enclosed their heads, sealing them away from the world and making them dependent on senses other than sight and hearing. Their wrists and ankles were shackled, the various chains connecting to similar leather waist belt and pouch combinations as the ponyboys at the front. Thick leather collars, though not as strict as the posture collars of the ponies, were around their necks, leads coming off to attach to the back of the cart. Both of them moved as best they could, though even as I watched one of them stumbled briefly and only just managed to stop himself from tumbling to the ground.

In front of the cart, leather leads connecting to the bit gags of the two ponies clenched in her hand, was a woman I assumed had to be Ray. She also dressed in similar fashion to Amy with blue jeans, a chequered shirt, and brown boots. A leather holster was slung around her waist, from which I could see a Tazer poking out. A wide brimmed hat completed her outfit, making her seem like an ordinary country or farmgirl, apart from the quartet of bound males she was towing in her wake.

“Hi Amy,” Ray’s tone was pleasant but tired. Her eyes swept over me for a few moments, noting my bonds, and then back to Amy, “Walk me to the barn?”

“Sure!” Amy bounded down the steps, obliging me to take them quicker than I wanted. She steadied me at the bottom, taking the opportunity to pinch my rear, and then pulled me after the cart which had continued.

Ray was already speaking as Amy neared her, “…too hot to keep working out there, but most of the plowing and planting is done. Should be a halfway decent crop this year.” She made a pleased noise, giving Amy a one armed hug, “And that’ll set us up to be a approaching a sustainable harvest the year after!” Amy gave an excited whoop, and the two of them spent the remainder of the walk to the barn discussing crops and yields and field rotations, and a whole lot of nonsense. I couldn’t focus on any of it, mesmerized by the other bound captives. Their presence, once and for all, made it clear to me that this was not some prank being pulled on me. Beyond the occasional grunts of exertion, none of them made a sound or gave any indication they were surprised to see another bound man on their return. The sinking feeling in my stomach redoubled at that.

The whole party reached the barn and headed inside. Amy led me over to a post near one side and wrapped my leash around it a few times before tying it off. A simple knot, but I was utterly helpless to do anything about it. I gave a moan, and stamped my foot, but all I got in return was a giggle, a spank, and a playful, “Behave.”

Amy then joined Ray as she unhitched the first pony from his cart attachments and led him over to a small area with a drain. As he was led over I could see that the horsetail hair emerged from what had to be a plug rammed up his rear, and shuddered in imagination of what that felt like. Hoses were unsnapped and turned on, the water evidently pleasant enough for the bound man to moan in gratitude. Amy held him in place while Ray washed him down with hose and sponge, the bound man standing obediently still. The only movement came when Ray unsnapped the leather pouch covering him and eased it away, revealing a chastity cage locked around his cock and balls. A brief hip thrust and moan were all he did, but Ray delivered three cracking spanks to his rear and a sharp, “Control yourself Dasher.” Another whimper was rewarded with a further spank. I watched as the man struggled to contain himself and, after a few moments of silence, Ray gave him a soothing pat on his hip and got back to cleaning. The bulk of the leather was removed over the course of the cleaning, leaving him in the armbinder, hoof boots, and bit gag. The posture collar was replaced with one that was still fairly thick, but allowed some head movement.

Once the cleaning was done Ray led the man into the nearby stall, ordering him down onto his knees. She flipped up a covered section of the stall, revealing a pair of anchor points and the ending of a nozzle. She picked up a dildo from the same compartment and screwed it onto the nozzle, making it protrude out. Then she pressed the ponyboy’s head forward until he had taken about a third of it into his mouth, before using the anchor points to attach small chains to his collar. They were taut, ensuring Dasher couldn’t free his mouth even if he tried. She flicked a button and a humming filled the air. The boy immediately began sucking on the dildo and from the sounds he was making, clearly was being fed something through it.

Ray and Amy repeated the process with each captive, each of them revealed to have been in chastity under their leather, and soon the barn was filled with humming and the grunts and moans of slaves being fed. The hooded boys had their heads uncovered, revealing faces and eyes as empty of rebellion as the two pony boys. Apart from Dasher’s brief outburst not a single one of them did anything to help or hinder the girls as they scrubbed them down, re-bound them, and set up their dildo feeders. No resistance, no pleading, nothing. I shuddered. Throughout there had been a minimum of conversation, and as Ray closed the last stall door she looked back towards Amy.

“So. New boy?”

“Yeah. Beth bagged another one. Calls him pretty boy.”

“Ah.” Ray frowned slightly and looked me up and down before nodding slowly, “Yeah, I guess I see it. So an indoor pet?” I flushed under her considering gaze.

Amy nodded from where she was standing next to me, a hand running over my chest, “Looks like.”

“Just as well,” Ray waved absently at the stalls, “The boys are really meshing well as a team. I’d hate to throw off that dynamic with new blood.”

“Fair enough.” Amy unwound my leash and began to tug me away from the barn interior, “You coming up? Gotta finish up with him and Beth will want us all there.”

“In a bit.” Ray’s smile grew a little and she raised her voice so that it could clearly be heard by the stall-bound boys, “They all did really well today, so I’m gonna give out some rewards.” A chorus of grateful, needy moans seemed to erupt from four dildo-filled mouths simultaneously and Ray chuckled, “I’ll be up in an hour or so. Works?”

“Works,” Amy agreed.

“Remember, you’re on enema duty tonight.”

Amy nodded with a sigh, “I know.” Then she grinned and jerked my leash, making me stumble towards her, “Just means I’ll have more time tomorrow with our new boy.”

Ray returned her grin and waved her away as she turned back to the barn. Amy pulled me back out into the late afternoon sun.

We had just gotten clear of the barn when Amy looked back at me and clucked in concern. I guess my thoughts about what I had just seen and heard were written pretty clearly on my face. I felt like I was going to lose it.

“Hey now pretty boy, don’t cry.” She stopped and then pulled me off to the side. There was a raised stump that she plopped me down onto, and then swung in behind me. She wrapped her legs around my own, and her hands began to massage and sensually grope me.

“The barn’s usually a bit much for newcomers, I get that,” Amy noted, almost ruefully, “There’s a reason though. That those four stay together and live out there.”

And she proceeded to tell me. And I couldn’t decide whether to scream or break down at last.

The poor broken captives in the barn had once been their boyfriends. The girls had been out here first, laying down the foundations and building the whole place up from scratch. It had been manifestly their project, Amy told me quite firmly. Not something they had wanted any help with in the original phase.

“But then…” she waved an arm around at the rest of the place, “Well we got to talking. Originally this was just going to be a cabin that we could stay at during the summer. But one night we got to talking, and over a few bottles of wine thought about trying to maintain it year-round. Becoming farmers.” She snorted a little in remembrance, “At first, that’s all it was. One drunken night of thinking we could make a go of it out here, all by ourselves.”

I moaned as she tweaked at my nipples, squirming a little in my leather restraints, but Amy just rested her chin on my shoulder and continued, “But it kept coming up. Over and over as we put the finishing touches on the house. So Ray did some research and came back to say that we could do it, but we would need supplies. And people.”

“So we talked about hiring hands at first, but that seemed too costly. And draft animals were way out of our price range. Beth, I think, was the one who joked we could just rope our boyfriends into working here. We all laughed at first. But…” I felt her shrug against me and I goggled at her, barely believing the words coming out of her mouth. So matter-a-fact. So insane. She continued, one hand making idle circles around my chest, “Eventually Beth started getting serious about the proposal. Ray and I agreed pretty shortly after that. What the hell, why not try it right? Lilly thought we were all nuts, even when we were just talking about trying it out for a couple weeks with their consent. She wasn’t ever going to greenlight something longer term and less…willing.”

I was staring straight ahead, my body rigid as I listened in shocked silence. This was…insane.

“We took her that night. Hogtied her in her bed and told her we were doing it. She wouldn’t listen, so she went down to the basement. Beth had already gotten her programming set up, the initial batch, so Lilly was the first one through. While she was down there we invited the boys out for a celebratory dinner. Ray added something that made them all loopy and highly suggestible. Pretty straightforward to have them all down into the programming room, bound just like little Rose is right now. Kept up their slave programs for a couple months, just until the barn was built and habitable. Then they were moved outside permanently. That was…” Amy cocked her head against mine for a moment and gave a small grunt of surprise, “Wow, three years ago now. Time flies when you’re having fun I suppose.”

I couldn’t snap my gaze out of the thousand yard stare that had developed over the course of that little knowledge drop. Three. Years. Over a thousand days of slavery, and still going. I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me as I stared ahead. These people were nuts. Lunatics! But, somehow…they had gotten away with it. I moaned and shuddered in my bonds and against Amy.

She gave me a squeeze, humming for a bit into my collared neck for a bit before continuing, “That first year we switched back and forth every month or so between who was a pony and who was a worker. But that wasn’t really working too well, the boys kept resisting and not acclimating to their roles. So Ray decided it was better if we specialized them. So her ex with that little freakout there, and Lilly’s boytoy became our ponies, Dasher and Prancer. Mine and Beth’s are our farmhands, Three and Four. Been two years since they got their permanent positions and new names.” Amy smiled, “They’ve been way better since they could start thinking of themselves as their new identities. Even Dasher understands he’s a pony now, not a person. Enough carrot and stick, plus Beth’s indoc, will do that to a boy.”

I moaned and she laughed, swarming around me until she sat perched on my lap, looking at me with an oddly cute grin given the circumstances, “We’ve taken some others since then, mostly when the odd hiker comes wandering through too close by like Rose. Some others for playing through a winter, and a couple when we were clearing our fields. Extra pony or farmhand. Once done with them, they get to leave here though.”

I felt a brief surge of hope at that last bit, maybe I ould be allowed to go. Leave their nutso alternative lifestyle compound and go home. It was almost immediately crushed by her next sentence, “You would be surprised just how many family homes out this way have a use for a young, hardworking slave. Beth runs our little auctions in advance, and that’s helped keep us funded and supplied while we cleared land and got our produce production up and running. Rose was the first new one we actually planned on keeping. Guess Beth wants you for the second. So no auction for you pretty boy.”

I was staring at her in demoralized horror as she matter-a-factly laid out just how screwed I was, that there was no way out. At that moment, as Amy opened her mouth to continue filling me in, the door to the house banged open and Beth emerged. My kidnapper had changed into khaki shorts, a grey t-shirt with faded lettering from some university, and work boots. Her cap remained from before, and her hair was once more up in a ponytail pulled through the rear of it. She bounded over to us and leaned past Amy to plant a hard kiss against my gagged lips. I squealed in surprise, and she grinned at me before leaning her head on Amy’s shoulder, “Met everyone?”

“Ray and Lilly. He saw the boys coming back from the fields. Oh, and Rose too.” Amy playfully swatted Beth back from her and rose from my lap, “Was just filling him in on our history a wee bit.”

Beth laughed, “I was wondering why he looked so horrified.” She winked at me. I goggled at her. If I wasn’t gagged I would have been sputtering. I didn’t know whether terror or anger was the dominant emotion in me right now, and it didn’t help that lust was threaded through every damned thought percolating through my off balance mind.

“Anyway, that works.” Beth sketched a sardonic bow, “Wanna help me prep him?”

“Heck yeah!” Amy snatched up my leash, yanking me to my feet, “Let’s do it!”

The two of them dragged me back into the house, not being shy at running hands over me as I moaned and squirmed in my bonds. My mind was still grappling with the implications of Amy’s storytime, and before I knew it I had been marched inside and back downstairs into the common room of the basement. I could clearly hear Rose’s moans and struggles through the door now, and a higher buzzing from her vibrators. Amy held me in place while Beth looped a chain through a conveniently placed eyebolt, and then locked it to my collar. The chain was taut with me standing, preventing any real movement beyond spinning in a circle. Even this was stripped from me, as a further chain was snapped to both ankles before attaching to other small eyebolts artfully concealed by the furniture.

“Time for your new attire pretty boy,” Beth murmured, patting my butt with a quasi-comforting gesture. The situation I was in, and the hunger of her gaze, detracted from any sense of ease it might have given me, and I tried again to struggle. But I was helpless. At the mercy of these two lunatics.

I grunted and tried to shake my head but Beth just smiled and patted my cheek without giving me the dignity of a response. She stood there next to me, her hands roaming across my torso, as Amy came bounding back with two pairs of large scissors, and an equally large grin on her face. My eyes fastened on the scissors and I moaned in fear, trying to shuffle away and failing miserably. Beth gave me a hard pat, or a soft slap, on my face, then stuck a finger under my nose and growled only half-playfully, “Hey. Behave pretty boy. Or I’ll take a crop to you until you settle down before we do this. Is that what you want?”

I whimpered and shook my head, sagging a little in my bonds. I couldn’t escape. They had me, and I couldn’t do anything but make things worse for myself.

Amy handed one of the scissors to Beth and then gave me an encouraging slap on the ass before crouching down by my feet. Beth remained standing and, while keeping my eyes fixed on her own, slowly began to cut through my shirt. Amy stripped my shoes and socks off while Beth cut, before I felt the cool touch of metal along my right leg tracing up until they encountered my shorts. I held as still as I could, but couldn’t help whimpering again as my shirt was sliced off me, and my shorts were soon dangling from my waist, the legs cut open. I was exposed. Odd that that made me feel even more vulnerable when I was already securely bound and at their mercy, but it did somehow.

Beth stepped in close, her mouth only a handful of inches from my bit-gagged one as she murmured, “You’re my good boy aren’t you?”

I glared at her. Or tried to, anyway. There’s not much power in a glare from a helpless practically naked man, but I tried. Her lips curved up in an amused smile. She flicked open my belt and dragged it away from me before lowering her scissors for another final cut. And just like that I was left with only my underwear to protect the slivers of dignity I had remaining.

Amy was busy gathering up the remains of my clothes. Beth stayed there, her eyes demanding my attention. Silently promising pleasure if I would surrender. If I would obey. A larger part of me than I had expected wanted that. Wanted to retreat from the madness of the day and just let go. Let someone else worry about what came next and just…shut down. Go with the flow. I had to resist though. I battered at my overwhelmed mind. I had to…didn’t I?

Beth’s smile widened at what had to be clear evidence on my face of my internal struggle, and with two quick slices of the scissors, removed the last of my clothes and tossed them aside. Her hand found my cock and balls, giving them a firm yet gentle squeeze. I grunted, my eyes going wide, and she laughed, “Bet you’d love for me to give you release right now wouldn’t you?” I shook my head and gargled a refusal, but she just narrowed her eyes and gripped my shaft with renewed intent, “Wouldn’t you, pretty boy?”

The feel of her hand around me drew a moan of desire before I could stop myself, and I flushed with shame and arousal as the moan hung between us. Beth gave a soft, “mmmmmm” of satisfaction, reveling in her power over me. I closed my eyes and moaned again as her hand left me there…only to scream as the shock of ice-cold sensation enfolded my most sensitive area.

“MMMMMMMFFFFFF!! FFFFUaaarrggkkk OOOUUuuuuu!!!”

“That is hardly the sort of thing you should be saying to your new Mistress, pretty boy.” Beth said, trying to sound cross but with an undercurrent of amusement, “Amy?”

“Right.” The girl stood behind me and delivered six short, hard smacks to my rear, making me yelp and squirm in my bonds with each one, “Slaves. Don’t. Swear. In. This. House! Got it?”

I nodded, muffled pleading dripping from my mouth as I tried to dance away from Beth and the ice she held around my cock and balls, but she kept a hold of me. Soon enough I discovered why, once she was satisfied that I had completely lost any erection. Amy passed her a chastity cage, that Beth lost no time in fitting onto me, capturing and locking away my penis. I shuddered as I heard the *snick* of a lock, and moaned as Beth flicked it to make it jingle against the hard plastic. She grinned at my reaction and then picked up a bundle of interconnected leather straps, draping them over my now naked torso.

Hardly had they touched my skin when I suddenly felt a hard rubber sensation press against my rear. My eyes must’ve looked like they were bugging out of my head. I tried to twitch around, trying to shield myself from what I was pretty sure had to be heading my way.

Amy smacked my ass again from behind me, and wrapped an arm around my waist, “The more you strugglr the worst this is gonna feel pretty boy.”

SMACK!

“Mmmmrfffg!”

“Hold still or I swear…” She cut off that line as she got me to hold still, with Beth helping by running her hands over my chest, “I promise you’ll like this pet, it just takes some getting used to.”

I bleated into my gag as I felt the intruder once more pressing into me, but this time I couldn’t squirm away. I just had to stand there, for all the world like an obedient little prisoner, as my ass was slowly filled with a butt plug. An “easy size to start with” I was assured by Beth’s whispery voice, crooning into my ear as Amy settled it into place.

I gave a guttural moan as the straps that Beth had been cinching tight around me were also fed around my waist and through my legs, increasing the pressure on the plug inside me as they were tightened into place. Bondage mittens were then attached and tightened around my hands, forcing them into useless small balls, wrapped in shiny material. That done the girls uncuffed my hands, while leaving my collar locked to the ceiling chain, and forced them into a leather sheath behind my back, crossed over my spine. Beth and Amy both spent another five minutes going over every strap, buckle, and attachment point, making certain that everything was as snug as possible. I just stood there, enduring their attentions, eyes glassy and unfocused. This entire day had been too much. I was feeling utterly lost.

“Ok. Time for your initiation.” Beth tugged my leash, and I realized with a start that I was standing free. Some chain rustled between my ankles, that were still cuffed, but I was otherwise unattached to the floor or ceiling. I meekly followed Beth back up the stairs, Amy behind me, and outside. The three of us walked round to the back of the house where a decent sized firepit was situated, a merry little blaze going in the late afternoon. Ray was lounging in front of the fire, idly poking at it with a thick stick. She looked up, and a lazy smile crept across her face,

“Well doesn’t he look a treat? All set?”

“Yep!” Amy burbled from behind me.

Beth led me close to the firepit, enough that I could dimly feel a bit of the heat, and then forced me down onto my knees. She stood behind me, one hand holding the leash loosely, the other settled on top of my head with a proprietary air. I shuddered a little in my bonds, conflicting feelings racing through me. Ray stood up and joined Amy in front of me, where I could see them both. Amy was…

I moaned in sudden realization.

Amy was holding my clothes. Every last stitch and bit of my effects were in a bag that she had brought up with her. With widening eyes I suddenly realized what was about to happen.

Amy watched the realization light up my face, giggled, and then tossed the remains of my shorts and shirt into the fire, “You won’t be needing that anymore.”

Before I could even let out a despairing moan, Ray dipped her hand into the bag and came out with my socks and underwear, “Slaves don’t get clothes, unless they earn them.” Into the flames they went.

I let out a choking cry, tugging forward without really thinking about it. Beth easily held me in place and, as soon as I had settled back, handed the leash off to Amy and stepped in front of me. She held up her hand in front of me, and I saw about a half dozen laminated cards. My ID. My banking cards. All the bits of identification and livelihood that I had carried with me. One by one, she slowly tossed them into the flames. I stared at the fire, watching as each part of my life went up in crackling, pungent flame. I let out a strangled sort of sob at a few points, and especially at the end, when my driver’s license was the last one to be sent twirling into its fiery grave.

Ray was the first to kneel down in front of me, one hand tilting my chin up. I turned my face to her. She reached down and gripped my chastised cock, smiling, “Welcome to your new life slave. We’re going to have some fun, I think.”

I shuddered and moaned at that, but Ray just smiled again and then stood back. Amy was next, kneeling down in front of me, and giving me a giggling kiss on either cheek, “Welcome to your new life pet! You’ll enjoy it here! Y’know, once you’ve been broken in!”

Beth was last. She had to tilt my head up again, and a soft finger wiped away the couple of tears that had leaked out of my despairing eyes. Her kiss to my gagged lips was commanding, yet gentle all the same, “Welcome, Pretty Boy.” The eyes of my kidnapper ensnared me once more, holding me to them as her hand cupped my chin, “Welcome home pretty boy.”

I let out another strangled little sob through my gag, and she patted me with a disturbingly comforting manner, “I know. I know it’s a lot sweetheart. I know it seems scary right now. But I promise, once you’ve given it a chance and listened and watched you training program for a few days…you’ll realize this is what you were always meant to be.” She stroked my hair, and the hands of the other two girl’s joined in touching my head, and neck, and shoulders. I moaned at their touch, wanting to look away from Beth’s eyes. But I couldn’t. They demanded me, enforced their will upon me, and I couldn’t bring myself to tear my eyes away.

“Independence is overrated, pretty boy.” Beth continued, stroking my face, “I know, deep in your mind and heart, you really want this. You want our collar. Our bondage. You want…slavery.” She leaned in close, “And we’re gonna give it to you.”