All Hat, No Cattle (part 10)

Wherein Larry's tormentor gets a startling comeuppance.

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Moments later, Larry realized the reason for the oddly configured
stocks.  One of the assembled handlers stepped forward and began
to separate the top moveable section of the device from the base
portion by sliding it up six or seven inches on its tracks along
the sides.  Immediately the two burly women who had been holding
his now nearly naked former handler off the ground, wrestled her
forward and forced her breasts, one at a time, into the aperture
created by the open stocks.  Quickly, before the desperate woman
could jerk loose, the third wrangler lowered the top section over
both of her sizeable mammaries, effectively trapping them and their
terrified owner in a secure wooden clamp. Her breasts began to
redden as the circulation was interrupted by the relatively narrow
holes through which they had been forced.  The nipples, already
very erect, began to darken as well.  The victim began screaming in
earnest now, setting up a shrill racket until another of the 
attendant girls stuffed the screamer's bra, dropped in the scuffle,  
into her wide open mouth.

At this point, a woman in a dark blue uniform came out of the
door to the shower room pulling a standard canvas-wrapped fire hose
after her, its heavy red nozzle clearly a burden.  Simultaneously
from the opposite direction, another uniformed female came forward
carrying a shiny canoe paddle freshly painted a dark forest green.
Larry began to calm somewhat, overcome now by curiosity and a 
certain sexual anticipation.  The first woman stopped about ten
feet in front of the nearly delirious victim in the stocks and held
the large fire nozzle by its two brass handles.  "Turn on the water,"
she yelled, "half power!".  Immediately the length of the hose
began to swell and very quickly water gushed from the end in a flat
arch and smashed into the left breast imprisoned before the group.
Instantly, the hapless victim of this torrent stiffened and began
to try to escape from the iron grip of the two matrons holding
her by either wrist.  The target breast blazed crimson and the
woman's knees buckled momentarily.  At that very moment, the other
uniformed guard, positioned now behind and to the left of the
tortured female, swung the paddle in a level arch and connected
with the woman's buttocks, the smacking noise audible even above
the roar of the water shooting from the fire cannon.  So violent
was the gasp of air expelled from the victim's mouth that the bra
flew forward a foot or so before being caught in the rush of water
and slapped back against the very breast it had so recently been
supporting.  As it slid to the wet pavement, another tremendous
whack rang out and the busty blonde sank into merciful unconscious-
ness, a trickle of urine and excrement making its way down the 
inside of her muscular, tan legs.

The uniform wielding the canoe paddle moved forward and grasped
her victim by the chin, looking to see if she had in fact passed
out from the torture.  Satisfied, she reached into a pocket and
took out a small vial, waving it under the woman's nostrils.  As
soon as the salts had their effect and the woman in the stocks was
groggily awake, the hose was re-aimed, blasting away at her other
breast while the paddle was applied again, only this time from the
alternate side of her buttocks.  Not surprisingly, the woman 
fainted again, slumped in the stocks, effectively hanging by her
inflamed tits.

During all this, Larry gradually became fully erect, stimulated
by the spectacle and by the women around him moaning in sympathy
for the torture victim.  As soon as his swollen penis was noticed
by a few members of the staff, he experienced the shocking pain he
had come to expect and the erection died on the spot.  However,
he was grabbed by his now flaccid organ and dragged forward to 
view close up the ravaged body of his former tormentor.  Four blows
to the woman's naked buttocks had raised wide, flat blisters that 
looked like permanent damage and her breasts were bruised beyond
recognition by the enormous force of the water blown under pressure
from the fire hose.  "This is what will happen to any handler
caught mistreating our stock.  We are in the business of semen
production, not the torture of our male prisoners.  Mark you well
what has happened here and remember it."  These remarks, delivered
by way of a bullhorn by the paddle guard, silenced the excited
murmur of the group of females and Larry was led away by his leash
into the dark recesses of the barn.

(to be continued)