All Hat, No Cattle (part 9)

Where the consequences of excess are made apparent.

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At around two in the afternoon, one of the adolescent girls who 
seemed employed as custodians or attendants in the barn opened 
the gate to his enclosure and Larry was once again fitted with
his genital harness/anal insert.  This time, however, the girl
carefully coated the rectal wand with antibiotic ointment before
she slid it between his buttocks and through his tender anus into
the painful recesses of his lower colon.  She accomplished this
silently and slowly, requiring only that he bend over the side of
his cot and reach back to pull his cheeks apart, making the anal
opening accessible.

Not long after she finished and while she was washing his penis
in a basin she had brought with her, another, older female came 
into the enclosure and snapped a leash once again to the ring
between Larry's scrotal aperture and his buttplug.

                "Walk ahead of me through the showers
                 and out the side door," she said.

However, this time there was no yanking on the leash and he was
allowed to precede his handler without being whipped with the
short crop that she carried.

                "Straight ahead," she said, "and for
                 god's sake, stop slumping."

They exited the barn from a small door into a concrete patio
between the lavatories and the larger building.  Assembled in the
area were nearly twenty of the female ranch-hands, chattering and
laughing, but falling silent as they realized that one of the
captive males was among them.  Larry was directed to stand at the
front of the group, facing what looked like an old-fashioned 
set of stocks, except that instead of the usual three holes with
the larger one in the middle, there were only two in this structure
and both were of equal size.  Just as he began to wonder what
was in store for him next, the wiry blonde handler who had that
morning shoved a bottle-brush into his anus was dragged, screaming 
obscenities, into the courtyard by two larger women.

She stared directly at Larry, her face hard and dark with rage.
              
                "I'll kill you, you fucking shitball,"
                 she screamed,"you're as good as dead!"

A shiver of fear began in Larry's belly and radiated from there,
causing him to freeze in place.  What was going on here?  He 
could sense rivulets of sweat running down his naked belly and
suddenly his knees felt weak. The two strong women, taller by
several inches than his former wrangler, now held her off the
ground by a few inches while another, younger, woman unbuttoned
her denim shirt and lowered her jeans to a position around her 
knees.  The younger woman then pulled each of the blonde's very
ample breasts free of her bra, leaving the brassiere below them
and partly obscured by their bulk.  The result would have been a 
provocative spectacle during what Larry had already come to think
of as his former life:  an attractive blonde held off the ground
by two statuesque guards, her pants around her knees, her cunt
laid bare for all to see, her abundant breasts bobbing and swinging
nakedly on her chest, nipples erect -- all the while struggling
and swearing, screaming and kicking. But Larry was so struck with
fear, so petrified by the threats of the apparent victim, that he
could only stand there surrounded by cheering women, at the end of
his degrading leash, his penis hanging limply from his yellow
nylon harness..

(to be continued)