Introduction
Serena and Sandra’s mother had been wealthy and divided her fortune between the two
girls, and the man she lived with, in her will. But she had restricted the girls’ access
to their inheritance until they were twenty-one, leaving Randall, the man she adored and
trusted, in control until they reached that birthday. Though they all would have had
plenty of money, Randall wanted it all…and the girls too.
As if providence stepped in for him, the girls did something stupid that put them
on the short side of the law. Randall came to their rescue with what appeared as an
acceptable alternative to the charges they faced. Using expensive lawyers, he convinced
the court that spending six-months working on his brother’s ranch would be sufficient
punishment for them. The fact that it was in another state and over a hundred miles from
the nearest town, coupled with the large fine he was willing to pay, convinced the judge
to agree to Randall’s suggestion.
The girls grudgingly agreed, figuring it would be better than doing hundreds of
hours of community service in ugly orange jumpsuits. Though they were ‘city’ girls, not
used to rural living, they were sold on the idea when Randall told them they could ride
horses, swim in his brother’s private lake, and generally avoid the consequences of their
actions. They figured that once they completed their six-month sentence on the ranch, they
would return and have full control of their inheritance.
So with this plan fully agreed to by all parties, Randall took the girls to the
airport and sent them to his brother Jake. He picked them up when they landed and took
them on the two-hour drive out to his ranch. They were not impressed by the empty spaces
that surrounded them, but were surprised that once they passed the gate to his property
that it still took quite a while to reach his house. They were also impressed by the large
home, barns, and horse stable they saw when they reached the heart of the ranch.
Jake’s ranch was over 250,000 square acres, nearly four hundred square miles. It
was roughly square in shape, with borders twenty miles long on each side and the house and
outbuildings situated directly in the middle of it. The girls were each given large
bedrooms and their bags were brought to them by Stan, a handsome looking cowboy type
wearing jeans, boots, a flannel shirt, and a ten-gallon hat. As they unpacked they both
thought this would not be so bad, but that would soon change.
Chapter 1: A New Reality
Sweat was dripping off Serena’s naked body, but there was nothing she could do to
stop it. Her wrists were roped together and tied off high above her at the apex of the
barn’s roof. Her bare toes could scarcely reach the straw strewn wooden floor to take some
strain off her arms and shoulders. The gag in her mouth prevented her from calling for
help, though she doubted that anyone would rescue her anyway. She stared out of the open
door in front of her, seeing the rolling hills of Jake’s vast ranch, knowing she was in a
heap of trouble.
Serena had no idea why this was happening or what had happened to her girl sister
Sandra. They arrived here just yesterday and after having dinner with Jake things got
fuzzy. Jake owned this ranch in rural Montana. They were sent here for stupid reasons,
something their mother’s lover, Randall arranged and they both foolishly fell for it.
Serena and Sandra were twenty year old, blonde haired, blue-eyed beauties that were
a bit wild. Last month they were leaving a party when they got pulled over by a cop.
Serena was driving and was a bit tipsy, not good considering she was not old enough to
legally drink yet. Sandra was intoxicated too and when the cop ordered them out of the car
she became a bit belligerent. They both ended up in jail that night, facing charges of
DUI, underage drinking, and resisting arrest. Randall bailed them out, but was not too
pleased with them because of it. Then he made a deal with the judge to exile them to the
wilds of Montana, and rather than having to face the normal punishment the court would
have levied, they agreed to it.
Now Serena knew they were duped, but for what reason she still did not understand.
She had met Jake on many occasions over the years and liked him, more than she did
Randall. But now she was tied up naked in the loft of one of his barns. She suspected that
Randall had sent them here with very bad intentions and Jake was a part of it. She was
scared out of her wits as she tried to understand what was happening.
She remembered having dinner with Jake and her sister last night, but everything
after that was like a dark black blotch in her memory. When she woke up she was naked and
tied like this, a harrowing and painful way to find herself. She was able to spin around
as she hung there, seeing nothing but baled hay piled against the walls. The rubber ball
wedged between her teeth and secured with a strap behind her neck denied her the ability
to cry out for help. At least she was able to relieve a little of the strain on her aching
shoulders by keeping her feet together and perching herself on her tip toes.
After finding nothing to explain this terrible situation from studying the hot and
humid loft, she returned to facing out the open door in front of her. She could see a
stout beam jut out above the door with a large pulley mounted to the end of it. A thick
rope ran through it, both ends of it dropping out of her sight as it dangled outside the
door. She guessed it was used to haul hay bales up here, not that it mattered to the
frightened girl, but thinking about something other than her current plight was all she
could do to relieve her mounting panic.
She wasn’t even sure if she wanted to find out what was going on; being nude and
restrained told her the answer would likely not be good. Then she heard the pulley squeal
and saw the rope on it tighten and start moving, one side of the rope moving downward,
while the other started rising. Her eyes went wide when she saw the bare feet and roped
ankles that were tied to the end of the thick rope. Slowly she saw Sandra’s naked body
come into view, hanging upside down at the end of the rope.
She was also gagged and her wrists were hanging down below her head, bound together
just like Serena’s. Their eyes met just as Sandra’s heels reached the pulley and she came
to a stop; there was a similar look of fear in her inverted sister’s gaze. Sandra’s long
blonde hair dangled between her bound arms, nearly long enough to reach her wrists. Seeing
Sandra hanging there answered the question as to where her sister was, but the revelation
was not comforting at all.
Behind her Serena heard the sound of someone climbing the ladder to the loft, but
she was too scared to pivot around and look, choosing to keep her gaze fixed on her
sister’s face. Once the person behind her finished climbing up the ladder, she heard
footsteps approach from behind her. Sandra’s face showed heightened fear as she looked
around Serena to see who was coming up behind her.
Jake stepped between them and said, “Good morning girls.” Both of them offered
muffled complaints, but he ignored them, taking a long pole with a metal hook on the end
from against the wall. He used the hooked end to catch Sandra’s bound wrists and pull her
toward the door. Once her upper body was inside he grabbed her body and yelled, “You can
lower her now Stan!”
Serena watched in silent horror as Jake lifted her sister up when her feet started
to descend. He easily hauled her inside and stood her up to face Serena. Both sisters were
crying freely at this point, but it did not seem to faze Jake at all. He simply strung the
end of the rope that connected Sandra’s wrists through a bolt in the ceiling a few feet
away from her, leaving the naked sisters hanging beside each other.
Once he was done securing Sandra so she was forced onto her toes like Serena, he
stepped in front of the pair. “I am sure you are wondering what is going on here? Well it
is quite simple actually. Randall and I have decided to take control of you two, once and
for all.” Then he reached out and grabbed each of them by one of their breasts, squeezing
the meaty flesh in his hands. They tried to squirm away, but his grip was too strong and
they squealed into their gags.
“Nice natural tits, just like your mother’s,” he said, the words hurting them far
more than his groping hands.
They were so engrossed with Jake that neither of them noticed that Stan had climbed
up to the loft and stood just behind them. When he knelt behind Sandra and began to untie
her ankles both sisters looked down to see the rugged ranch hand there, increasing their
fear and humiliation. Jake released his grip on their tits and waited for his employee to
release Sandra’s ankles before saying anything more.
Once Stan released Sandra’s ankles he tossed the end of the rope out the door,
allowing it to hang like it did before it was used to haul the girl up to the loft. Then,
before they had a chance to react, Stan grabbed two of their ankles, the ones closest to
each other. He pulled them back and used a looped rope to tie them together, wrapping
several windings around their mated ankles to secure them together. Given their state of
bondage all they could do was lean forward and try to keep their free feet from losing
their tenuous grip on the floor. Then to make matters worse, he looped the end of the rope
through a bolt in the ceiling just above them and started to haul their legs up behind
them. He hauled their feet up to waist height; making the girls bend their backs and
forcing them to remain arched forward.
As Stan worked on the terrified girls, Jake said, “You two are going to provide
some much needed entertainment for me and my ranch hands, but not until you achieve the
proper state of mind. A day up here in the loft should soften you two up enough so that I
will have your full attention when I explain your new roles here.”
While Jake spoke, Stan took more rope and used it to pull their other legs outward
where he secured them to the floor. This left them nearly facing each other with their
legs pulled wide apart, utterly exposed and vulnerable in an embarrassingly lewd position.
When he was done he stepped around the bound girls to stand next to Jake with a huge smile
on his face.
Stan then said, “They are mighty pretty Jake, better looking than you described.”
“Yeah, they are a hot pair, but not as hot as they will be by afternoon. Let’s
leave them to think about what we might have planned for them, though I doubt they could
guess what is really happening,” replied Jake. Then he looked at the girls and said, “Have
a nice day, we will be back to get you after sunset.”
The strained and stunned girls looked at their captors with looks of anguish on
their faces, but the men just smiled and climbed down from the loft, leaving them alone.
The girls stared at each other, both of them knowing what the other one was thinking, like
they always did. The gags could not stop them from using their silent communication,
looking into each other’s eyes and basically sharing their thoughts. They tried to avoid
looking down to avoid seeing their lewdly displayed bodies, choosing to look at each
other’s faces instead.
It was morning when they were first tethered together in the loft and as the sun
reached its zenith in the sky, the heat and humidity in the loft was becoming unbearable.
The girls were bathed in sweat, their light blonde hair now matted from the salty
perspiration that suffused their bodies. Added to that were the stressful positions they
were forced to endure with their suspended legs cramping constantly. There was no way to
alleviate the strain or cool off and as the day slowly crept by while their strength and
will slowly faded. They were forced to empty their bladders where they stood, adding the
aroma of piss to the stagnant air in the loft.
By the time the sun was sinking over the horizon in the west, both girls were
exhausted in ways they never imagined possible, their minds barely grasping the need to
remain still to avoid further pain. They found themselves dozing off; only to be shocked
back to consciousness from the renewed pain as their supporting legs started to crumple.
This was how they started to learn the meaning of true suffering.
It was just before sunset when Stan and Jake returned to the loft, each of them
carrying a bucket up the ladder with them. They approached the dejected girls from behind;
the girls too far gone to even notice their approach. But when they dumped the cold water
in the buckets over the girls’ heads, they snapped back to reality, wailing into their
gags as the cold water shocked their overheated bodies.
The men began releasing the bound girls, shortly lowering them to the floor and
just leaving their wrists bound together. They were totally spent and offered no
resistance as the men hauled in the pulley rope again and lashed it to both sets of wrist
ropes that bound the girls. Then Jake went down the ladder and in a few moments he hauled
up on the lower end of the rope. Stan maneuvered the girls to the edge of the door and
before they realized what he was doing he pushed them out, both girls screaming as they
painfully hung by their wrists outside the barn door.
Stan headed down the ladder as Jake slowly lowered the girls to the ground, their
initial screaming stopping once the first level of shock passed after being thrown out the
door. Jake lowered them to the ground, the pair melting into a huddled mass of abused
female flesh on the dusty ground. The pulley rope was removed and each man picked up one
of them, tossing them over their shoulders. They carried them back to the main house.
Despite the callous way they were treated, both girls were just glad to be out of the
loft, the memory of this day now firmly planted in their minds.
As they walked back to the house, Jake said to Stan, “I think our new toys are in
the right frame of mind now Stan. It will be a good night to show them what they are
really here for, are you ready?”
Stan replied, “My cock is already standing at attention boss, can’t wait until it
gives these sluts a proper reaming.”
“You think you want to give it to them? I have been waiting a long time to sample
these two; too bad Randall won’t be here for another week…his loss.”
They carried them to the back of the house and down to the cellar through an
outside door down a short flight of concrete steps. The basement of the main house was
huge and was filled with the equipment they planned to use on the girls. This was not the
first time Jake had subjugated women, in fact he had temporarily sent his two house pets
to the stables so Serena and Sandra would not see them yet. Now that the girls were
properly initiated into their new existence, it was time to bring his slaves back and use
them to help settle the new girls into their roles.
The men carried Sandra and Serena to a corner of the vast room, where the floor
sloped down to a drain. They stood them up and quickly hung their bound wrists from hooks
mounted in the ceiling. Jake took a hose mounted to a spigot in the wall and began to
spray them down, eliciting some delightful squeals and screams, as he washed off their
sweat stained bodies. In short order both girls were cleaned of the stench that permeated
them from hanging in the loft all day, making them ready for the next step…sexual
slavery.
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