5 comments/ 56580 views/ 4 favorites Stable Master Ch. 01 By: chickypoo Megan grunted as she moved the fork full of hay into each stall. The stable was always quiet this time of year as the horses were mostly outside. She liked being the only one around in the early evening. It gave her time to think and time to get her job done at her own pace. Since her break up she'd found some solace in having something to do to occupy her time in the evenings. It was her eternal excuse to avoid social situations. She didn't feel like getting back out there as of yet. She stood back from one of the stalls looking back at the pile left to distribute. Suddenly she heard something from the end of the huge stable. Chalking it up to a horse that must have been left inside by it's trainer she started walking back to the pile of fresh hay. As she dug her fork into the pile she arched her back trying to carry the heavy load a few feet to the next gated stall. She flung the bunch into the unit. Standing back she wiped the small amount of sweat off her forehead. Her jeans clung softly to her curves and her tight white cotton shirt did nothing to hide the outline of her white bra. Although this far into her shift the shirt was no longer clean, with scuffing from the pitch fork's constant contact with her midriff and stray pieces of hay clinging here and there, she always took pride in how well kept she managed to keep herself while doing physical labour. Normally she would have worn something a little more conspicuous but she had quite frankly forgotten to do her laundry so it was as dressed up as she ever was if you could even call it that. The sound came once again. Her attention diverted out of the stall as she poked her head cautiously out the gated door she saw a figure at the end of the barn. The setting sun shining through the door prevented her from seeing his face but she could see the outline of his towering masculine figure. He wasn't at all familiar to her. She stood her ground and asked in all the stern composure she could muster "Can I help you?" He continued to walk towards her with measured steps, not saying a word. She stood straight up thinking it may have made her look bigger than she was. "The office staff has gone home for the day. If you have a horse here you'll have to contact the on call supervisor." Somehow quoting protocol made her feel more assured of herself. As he approached the light of the barn began to allow her to make out more than just his shadow. He was significantly taller than her five foot two frame and seemed to be a rustic type. Wide shoulders and his arms the size of her thighs. He introduced himself as John. Apparently the new resident cowboy. He explained he'd bought the place out a few weeks ago but had only had the opportunity to visit in the mornings since he got back into town. "Thought I should meet the evening help, all one of you apparently." She only somewhat relaxed as she knew the ranch had been bought out by some rodeo stud as the girls had told her. She had a relative disinterest in the drama it seemed to have caused amongst the younger trainers. Their giddy school girl personalities were too much for her to even try to reduce herself to. "Nice to meet you" she said. He complemented her work informally, as if necessary. He was standing too close for someone who she didn't know, she thought. Her indifference to the situation was disturbing to John who was used to being ogled by women both for his looks and his money. She was plainly beautiful. Obviously not done up but did a fantastic job of wearing her natural beauty. He stared at her while she walked past to another stall. He walked over to the gate and closed it behind her. He smirked as she finally showed some reaction. She wasn't very amused by this mimicked forcible confinement. She turned rather abruptly and scowled. "You always work alone? Must be lonely." He noted. "I find it rather peaceful, now can you step aside so I can get it done? We're all about productivity here and right now you're limiting mine." She was not amused by his forward nature. He on the other hand was not used to being spoken to in such a tone. He pointed out to her that she'd better watch who she was speaking to. His arrogance did not impress her but she saw his point. She did like her job and she would probably just as soon be cordial and have him be on his way. "Sorry." she uttered, "I guess I should be more aware of my place. My name's Megan. It was very nice to meet you. I've got quite the job ahead of me and I'd really like to get it done so I can get home." This stung him almost as sharply. She now was clearly just feeding him what she thought he wanted so he would leave. She would have no such luck. He followed her into the next stall, this time closing the gate behind him. She was aware of what he had done but did not wish to let him notice her uneasiness. "Let's see what kind of quality employee I have here." His words turned cold. She braced herself with the pitchfork placed between them. Whatever line she just drew would soon be crossed. He grabbed the handle from her and tossed it aside. He looked her up and down. Her farm fit body seemed sturdy but it still flowed with femininity and grace. He liked the idea of taking things he couldn't have willingly. She was wary of the look in his eyes. She was near frozen in spot. "Now, Megan, was it?" He began, "I believe we should get better acquainted." He extended his large arm and put his hand on her shoulder softly. It was amazing how her body melted at how gentle his hand felt. That gentleness would not last for long. He took a step into her and placed the other hand on her other shoulder. "I would like you to show me some gratitude. After all, I could have let all of you go and hired my own people but you seem to know what your doing. You also seem to be a pretty smart cookie. You must know what I think I'm entitled to." She froze, her mind racing. " I don't think...." she started. He put his mouth pressed firmly to her own and he forced his tongue deep into her mouth. He withdrew for a moment. "Silence is a virtue." he said, "I've no use for words, just obedience." Shocked, she kept still. She couldn't believe what was happening. So much for her strong will. She could only imagine what he would have done is she'd struggled. She wouldn't stand a chance against his huge frame. He began pushing her shoulder so as to suggest she turn around. He stood behind her. He could tell his looming presence was disturbing her. He was standing so close he could see straight down her shirt. How he loved the view. Her breasts forcing themselves tight against the cotton of her bra. Perfect, he thought. He reached around her and placed his arm around her waist and pulled he snugly into him. She could feel a strong urge in his pants as he pressed himself against her. She wasn't sure if it was panic or anticipation which was causing her to feel her pulse running through her body. She started to breathe heavily and he couldn't help but notice how her chest heaved in front of him. He could also feel how inhibited his pants felt in her presence. It was uncomfortable and he wanted to give himself some room. She could feel him pull away slightly as he removed the arm from around her waist. She knew she shouldn't turn around but her curiosity got the best of her and she peeked over her shoulder just in time to catch him grab his zipper. His pants stayed around his waist but she could see how he was beginning to bulge out in the opening he had just created. She bit her lip as he moved his hands back onto her body. In the doorway of the stable she stared at the wooden boards that lined the wall in front of her. His hands started to wander. Exploring his new property. He glided his palms from her belt line up her waist with his thumbs running the small of her back. He stated rather casually, "You may want to brace yourself." She shuddered both scared and aroused at his words. She put her hands out in front of her to brace herself against the barn board wall. "Good girl" he said almost mockingly. He was reaching under her shirt at this point. Kneading her breasts through her bra as he put his mouth on her neck and began to run his lips down to her shoulder. He took half a step back and ran his hands down to her jeans. Slowly and purposefully he started to undo her jeans. One button. One long zipper. He unwrapped her patiently, wanting the humiliation to take hold of the girl and it was. Her face was flushed red as she felt him peel away her jeans down the length of her legs. It would have been something else to just let them fall but he was removing them and an uncomfortably slow pace. She could feel his eyes burning into her backside and when he bent to remove her pants from her ankles she could feel his breath through her panties on her ass. He then grasped her panties with his teeth from a spot between her cheeks and started slowly pulling them down as well. He removed all of her clothing slowly so he could enjoy it but was fully aware that the deer in the headlights could quickly turn on him if the fear ran short. He cautiously grabbed her ankle while he removed the last of her decency. As he stood up he adjusted his own clothing to remove his hard cock which was impatiently waiting for air as it pressed against his cotton briefs. She was still nervously bracing herself against the stable wall. Arms outstretched, bent ever so slightly at the hips. He rested his swollen member across the crack of her cheeks. He thought it both amusing and cute how she tensed at that moment and he noticed she held her breath at the same time. Her silence reminded him of the control he still had over her. Megan was terrified and aroused. She could feel her body responding to his masculine presence. The moisture between her legs was tell tale of the time it had been since a man was this close to her. But this was a man she didn't even know. One that seemed to think he owned her, which for the time being seemed true. Without a word he seemed to be owning her bit by bit. While his manhood sat upon her backside she began to feel his wandering hand again. He placed his warm hand on the small of her back, fighting every urge he had to throw her to the ground and feed her his cock. Instead he grabbed himself and started rubbing the head of his shaft between her legs. "You filthy whore." He noticed how wet she was. "You're enjoying this aren't you?" She knew better than to respond. With one swift movement he entered her. She was hot, tight and wet enough for him to enter only half way with ease but he buried himself in her all the same. She shrieked. He grinned selfishly. He'd make her scream yet. He began to thrust slowly. Easing himself into her in a way he could feel was making her weak at the knees. "I own you" he whispered. He grabbed onto her tits through her shirt as he began more forcibly impaling her. He increased with his speed, his force and how fiercely he was gripping her. She began to cry as he shouted "You're mine. Mine, mine, mine!" Matching each word with a shocking thrust. He put his thumb in his mouth to give is some moisture. She didn't see it coming but he did. He forced his thumb into her ass with no warning. Purposefully and direct. As she let out a yelp he had to catch her as it felt for a moment her knees began to give way. When he was sure she wasn't going to fall he began fucking her ass with his thumb. She began to yelp again and he shoved his fingers in her mouth. "I told you to brace yourself, now be a good girl and try and hold still." His words were so matter of fact. Her hands had slipped down and she was almost bent in half trying to keep her head from hitting the wall. "You will take it." he commanded. She shuddered and mumbled "Make me." Was that a dare or submission he wondered. All the same he wanted to have his way with her. He'd given her enough joy as her sopping wet pussy indicated. He withdrew himself from both her cute little holes. He smacked her ass and said "On your knees missy." She tried to stand but he pushed her down. "Was that what I asked sweetheart?" She was on her hands and knees now looking straight up at him. "Take it." She tilted her head up and opened her mouth. He grabbed a hand full of her hair as he shoved himself into her mouth. He used her face as an object of pleasure. Her lips barely able to keep tight around him as he fucked her face three ways from Sunday. Every third or forth thrust would cause her to gag as she was barely able to keep her breath. "Oh my fucking God" he screamed as he used her face. Her jerked back on her hair at that moment and pulled out. Furiously jerking his cock in his hand he shot his hot load all over her face. He let out a long moan and let go of her hair. She sat back on her heels trying to make sense of what just happened. He looked down and gave her a playful slap on the cheek. "You'd better go get cleaned up seems like you still have quite a few stalls to prep." With that he walked away as he started to do up his jeans. She sat there trying to gather her senses and wondered if she should keep this job. Could she look anyone in the face again? They didn't know but he would always know. Stable Master Ch. 02 John walked into his office and dropped his keys on his desk. It was one of the few rooms in the place that actually felt like a man decorated it: Leather sofa in the corner, mahogany double pedestal desk that matched the wood panelling around the room. Everything in the room was sturdy and didn't look at all like something you'd see attached to a barn. None the less he was beginning to make it his own by hanging some of his hunting trophies and a framed display of all his prize buckles. He sat back in his oversized, leather executive chair and put his feet up on his desk. He put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. He began thinking of last night and that girl.... Morgan.... Mandy.... Something like that. Her name wasn't all that important. It was just another notch in his belt. Another name to the list of women he'd owned in his life. How he'd enjoyed having her the way that he did. He had stayed late to see her leave, if perhaps just to make her feel uneasy seeing the light in his office when she left after she had finished her work. He had watched her shadow skulk by around eleven and heard her pull out of the yard with no real sense of urgency. He could have almost drifted to sleep when he heard a tip toe through his office door. Before him stood a petite young thing he recognized from passing through the office a few times. He hadn't really met anyone yet except the barn manager Ben and the lovely entertainment from last night. She held in her hands a cup of coffee, some packets of sugar and sweetener and the morning news. She seemed almost timid in her gait. He mused at her bitten lip as she tried to balance her arm full of items. "Mr. Bretton sir, I've brought you some coffee and a paper arrived this morning and I assume it's yours because no one else here reads this..." A grin became his face; wide and disarming. "Dear, you can put it on the desk." He was trying to remember her name now. Ben had told him he had an assistant. Some girl fresh out of college with some office diploma. He continued, "You'll have to forgive me for not knowing your name. I'm sure Ben meant to tell me." She awkwardly placed the items onto his desk. "Oh, it's Gracie. So very happy to make your acquaintance!" She was perkier than he was used to but seemed eager to please. He liked that. He threw the sugar and the sweetener in the trash and grabbed the coffee cup. He began his speech. "I see you dress quite professionally. It's really your choice as you'll sometimes be required to run an errand or assist me in the barn so please just come dressed ready to be active. I've noticed the other girls around here seem to have quite the henhouse out in the front. Please do not be tempted to discuss my business with them as the punishment will be harsh. I'll need your cell number and in case Ben did not inform you I will expect you here from seven until one every day and on call otherwise." "Oh yes, Mr. Bretton." She began, "I've been well advised by Mr. Jacobs the duties I should be expecting. He explained this was not a Monday to Friday sort of thing. I assure you I come well prepared to do whatever you require. I'm very adaptable and follow instructions well." He almost wanted to gag at her sincerity. "Well, it seems like we'll get along fine. I'd like for you then to get me the books from last month and bring them here." "Yes Sir!" As she turned to walk away back out to the front office he noticed how her short pencil skirt swayed. Her relaxed gait was far more flattering than her original awkward display. He removed his feet from his desk and wiped off the hay that had fallen from his boots. He put his elbows on the leather bound ledger in front of him and he wondered how long until she would return and how frantic she would be when she found that what he sent her to get was missing. He grinned from behind his folded hands and waited. Only three or four minutes passed when she came in. He face was stark white. She walked slowly up to the desk and held her hands clasped in front of her. She had only a slight hourglass figure and was built more like a librarian than a Greek goddess. Her hair was neatly up in a bun with one curl let loose down the side for her face. Her glasses stood half way down her nose and she once again was biting her lip. She took a deep breath and stated, "Sir, they appear to be otherwise disposed of. Shall I phone Mr. Jacobs or Marguerite. The both could have been using them." "I like your swiftness and your honesty. You'll have to learn though to be more observant." He said. Just then she looked onto the desk and noticed her sought after item. Her chin dropped with an ounce of shame in her own performance. "I should have been more acute to my surroundings." He invited her to have a seat on the sofa. She walked over and sat, her legs crossed at her ankles and her bottom at the edge of the seat cushion. Her posture was impressive but John found himself peering through the folds in her button up shirt that were caused by her leaning forward ever so slightly. He opened the book in front of him. He asked her how long she had been with the company. She stated that it had only been two weeks since Mr. Jacobs had hired her and he spent every day since insuring she became familiar with the office and the business in order to not be found lacking by her new executive. She went on and on about Marguerite in accounting and the ladies out front and the trainers and the stable staff and the grounds keeper. On and on..... Her attempted formal nature was not amusing him. "Relax," he said impatiently. "I am well aware of your credentials and besides that if it doesn't work out I'll fire you. That's pretty much how I work. I'll gladly have you take notes now and I'll let you know the morning routine. She popped out a personal recorder out of her pocket and said "Ready!" He gave her the list: Coffee on his desk 7 am, black. Morning paper next to it. The first hour she would brief him on the aspects of the business he wanted to know. It was her job to present daily numbers for hourly expenditures and up to date numbers on their boarding vacancies. Ben, or Mr. Jacobs as she was so fond of calling him, would let her know anything else she needed to apprise him of. Other than that he expected her to accompany him on his daily rounds an attend to his needs. She agreed. "Is that everything?" she asked. He nodded and stood up. "You can turn that thing off now. If you must use it you may record you own notes verbally but I'll not be recorded again." She noted his dislike for her personal recorder as she shut it off. She started to stand but he cut her off half way up and said "No. You can sit." She obliged but she didn't quite feel comfortable. She noticed his large frame move so that his body sat between her and the light from the frosted glass window that was positioned behind the desk. He walked slowly, almost too slowly. He said "I need to know that I can trust you. I need to know that whatever I need you're willing to do. I need to know Miss Grace that you know who runs this place." She nodded her head. She needed this job. There were so few in such a small town. Fewer that paid as well as this. She could not screw this up. "Now stand." John stated quietly. He looked her up and down and thought to himself if he wasn't careful with this one he very well might snap her in half. "We're going to do a trust exercise. You need to tell me something. Is there anything you wouldn't do for me? Anything at all?" "I wouldn't kill anyone." she started. He burst out laughing. "Well, that's good. I just need to know that you're loyal to me. There may be times I'll as you to find out things or be part of some very important meetings. I need to know you're on my side." "Anything you need I'm here to do it." She said with a smile. "Good. Then there is something I need you to do for me. I need you to stand close to me. We need to get comfortable being in close proximity to each other." He stepped into her as she stood opposite him. She could not help but notice he was quite handsome and smelled quite manly. She couldn't put her finger on it but it seemed like he was getting a little closer without even moving. She looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back and put his hand on her shoulder. Oddly enough she reached up her opposite hand and put it on his. She continued smiling. He was almost irritated with her enthusiasm. He leaned in and she extended her toes to be tip toe to meet his eyes. He whispered in a stern voice "Now I need you to stop acting like this is a high school bonding exercise and look at me." She lowered her self back onto her heels and looked up. He continued to stare at her and her smile became more of a nervous grin. He ran his hand down her arm and took her hand. He walked around his desk and sat in his chair. "Now sit on the desk" He commanded. She raised her hip slightly to get a leg up on the desk and lifted her other up and slid back. She again crossed her ankles and folded her hands in her lap. He looked up at her and explained what he was about to do was very necessary to her job and if she wasn't going to follow through she might as well leave now. She didn't move. He put his hands on her knees and pulled them apart. He pushed her skirt up an few inches until it was clear enough he could view her pink lace panties. He looked up and saw her eyes were closed. He asked her if she trusted him. She said "Implicitly." He started to unbutton her white linen shirt. Her breathing was notably heavier. She seemed to be trembling a bit. He wondered to himself why she had not spoken or moved and she seemed so still. He looked up once more to notice she was biting her lip and grasping onto the edge of the desk like she was bracing herself. "You don't need to make this any harder on yourself." He said, "Relax and I'll do what I need to do to make sure I can trust you." "Is it going to hurt?" She started, "Because I've hear it hurts but I need this job and I don't want you to fire me if I cry out..." "Holy shit!" He exclaimed "You're a virgin? You mean to tell me you've never been with a man?" His hand dropped beside her on the desk. She snapped back almost offended, "Don't make it seem like such a surprise. I fooled around with a few guys in college but who wants to have their first time with an inexperienced frat boy who probably barely knows what to do with himself never mind a woman. I'm not about it being special, I'm about it being good. Your reputation, Mr. Bretton, precedes you." His jaw dropped. This wasn't going to be much of a challenge, which usually wasn't much his style. But suddenly a new train of possibilities ran through his mind. This beautiful, mouldable being could be imprinted on. She could be more that just a casual fling that would be discarded. He had it in his power that he could make her an indispensable asset. He grinned from ear to ear. "Little girl, I'm going to make you scream." He ripped the rest of her shirt off. The last two buttons went flying. He reached into her bra and pulled out one beautiful breast and latched onto it with his mouth. His hands went to work. He pulled up her skirt around her waist. He reached up under the folds and grabbed onto her panties. He ripped them clear from her body and tossed them into the open drawer beside him. He slammed the drawer shut. He reached behind her and swept the desk clean. The ledger and the desk accessories hit the floor with a clatter. He removed his mouth from her and pushed her back flat onto the desk. He saw she was already glisteningly wet. He ran his finger along her slit and then brought his finger to his mouth. Oh how sweet the taste of her virgin nectar. It was almost a shame to end it, but his carnal urges quickly put that thought out of his mind. He placed his finger at her opening and put it part way in before pulling it out. She shuttered. She began to grab onto her exposed breast and pinch her nipple as she saw him put his finger in her mouth. She loved the taste her own sweet juices. He took one of her legs and put it against his chest and let her foot dangle over his shoulder. He pulled her ass to the edge of the desk rather abruptly. "If you'll excuse my lack of pleasantries I think I'll have my way with you now." He undid his pants with one hand as he rubbed her clit with the thumb of his other hand. He could feel the warmth coming from her dark tight hole. He let his pants fall and held his solid dick in his free hand. His thumb which was on her clit slid easily between her lips. He used it in combination with his index finger to part them and expose her entrance. She held onto the edge of the desk. She could barely reach but she knew she would have to brace herself. She closed her eyes and held her breath..... And..... Nothing.... She looked up and he was grinning from ear to ear. "Keep your eyes open and on me. I don't want to miss a minute of your expression." She fixed her eyes on his and took a beep breath and then he did it. He grabbed her hips and guided his long hard cock into her virgin pussy. Slowly and artfully he wiggled it in. Easing it through until he felt the resistance. He pulled back and with one thrust broke through. She cried out and threw her head back. It was followed by the silent scream that exited her lips as he pounded her entrance. She was so incredibly tight. He'd never ever been wrapped up like this. It was only because she was so wet that he was even able to move inside her. "Make me your whore." She moaned. This caused him the thrust harder and deeper. He could feel her cumming around him. Her walls were growing tighter in waves and the way she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts he knew she was in a state of extacy. It was then he knew he couldn't hold out much longer. He took a deep breath and plunged in one last time and held it there as he exploded inside her. Her held onto her hips like a vice grip. He looked her in the eye as she clumsily came to. She was smiling; A huge grin on her face with her glazed over eyes. "Anything, " she mumbled, "I'll do anything you ask so long as I get to keep this job." "Excellent" he said as he pulled out, his cum dripping from her hole, stained with the pink evidence of his accomplishment. "You can start with making your self presentable in my private washroom. I'm sure there's people on the other side of the door by now that don't need to know this happened. She slid off the desk and walked crookedly to the washroom door, entered and attempted to collect herself. He picked up her personal recorder, hit the record button and spoke. "In addition you will never wear panties as I find them a waste of time. When I call you outside of your regular hours here I will provide you with your wardrobe. I own you now; All of you." She emerged from the bathroom skirt pulled down, shirt tucked in to hide the missing buttons. He tossed her the recorder noting he had made some additions. He smacked her ass as she walked by and told her not to forget the ledger as she wouldn't be needing it again today and it should be put in it's proper spot. She held her head up high as she exited the office. The blush on her cheek the only indication of events that had just occurred.