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To Break a Filly Ch. 01

By: DisclaimersBeDamned



She didn't have to open her eyes to know that it was still dark. Why am I awake? The house was silent except for the wind that tapped the branches of the old oak tree against her window. Letting herself drift back to the dream she'd been having, she rolled over, mindlessly throwing her arm to the other side of the bed. Wait... where is he? Her eyes snapped to attention and darted around the bedroom. It wasn't uncommon for him to wake in the middle of the night and head to his computer with a work-related brainstorm, but this didn't feel right. Wasn't his shirt hanging on the bedpost? She sat up, her eyes adjusting to the black of the room, and then she heard footsteps downstairs. She reached for her robe and pulled it on in a sleepy daze. The floorboards in her old Tudor creaked as she made her way down the stairs and toward the kitchen. When she passed his office she nearly cried out in surprise. Is he packing? 

"Uhm... What are you doing?" 

He did cry out. "Lindsay! Why are you up?" 

"Going somewhere?" 

His eyes softened and silence set back into the house's bones. She stood there, holding her nightgown closer to her as if its threads would hold her together. She waited what for what felt like hours before she repeated, "Are you going somewhere?" Those soft brown eyes looked away and hardened once more. 

"Yes." 

"When are you coming back?" 

Silence. "Are you coming back?" 

He turned and she heard his suitcase snap closed. She saw his shoulders shrug maybe half an inch. So miniscule was the gesture that had she not been staring at him with the intensity of a huntress she wouldn't have seen it. In an instant his back when ramrod straight, he snatched up his bag, and pushed past her through the doorway. She reached out for him on instinct and caught hold of the arm with the bag in it. As he met her gaze, she arranged her face into the most pleading look of love that she could and was struck cold at the distance she saw in him. She felt the tears coming but couldn't bring herself to look away. He grabbed her wrist, roughly threw her arm back to her side and headed for the front door. 

"I... don't... understand." He froze at her words, just for a heartbeat, and then he was gone. What compelled Lindsay to run after him wasn't just love but desperation. She bolted to the door, her robe flying behind her, and dashed out into the warm night air just in time to see him get into a shiny black towncar. "Derek, wait!" She beat her fists against the blacked-out window. "Where are you going? Please, whatever it is, we can fix this. I'll do anything, I swear, I can fix this. Please don't go. Please, Derek!" The car pulled away and he was gone. 

*** 

Morning came and found Lindsay in shambles. She was sitting at her kitchen table working on the same cup of coffee she'd made herself three hours ago. She'd been replaying their entire relationship over and over again in her head trying to find the hole. She wasn't particularly upset by his absence but she was searching for the error all the same. We met in the coffee shop across the street from the office. He asked me to dinner that Friday. He called me later that day to reschedule because he "couldn't wait until Friday". He told me he loved me. I met his mother. He met my father. He moved in. He proposed. I quit my job. We planned our wedding. We picked out a new bedroom set. We thought of baby names. We planned the honeymoon. We had the rehearsal dinner. 

No matter how many times she ran over their life in her head she couldn't find the weak link. Everything had gone perfectly according to textbook. But that couldn't be possible, could it? It couldn't just be perfect one day and gone the next? A strange sound registered in the back of Lindsay's mind and something told her that this sound may be significant, though she couldn't remember why. She wished the sound would just go away and leave her to her brooding. Why would Derek leave in the middle of the night without even the tiniest attempt at an explanation? Where was the reason? Just give me a reason! We met in the coffee shop... What is with all the racket? He told me he loved me... I can't think with all the noise! We met in coff- Damn it! 

The front door flew open with a bang and Marie came storming down the hall. "Jesus Linds, I've been knocking for ten minutes! Why the hell didn't you answer the door? We're late for your hair appointment. I sent Daddy to pick up the dress, he should be here any minute and- ...Linds?" 

Lindsay looked up at her sister. She didn't know what emotion to wear - despair, anger, anxiety, they all would have fit - so she left her face blank. "Lindsay, are you okay? You look like you haven't slept a wink. It's cold feet, isn't it? It's just a wedding, for God's sake Linds, people do it every day! It's not like you have anything to be afraid of, there's nobody safer than Derek. Speaking of, did he run off to work again? Because you know that he promised to take this one day off! It's not like it's hard but it seems like that man would be marrying his job today if he could..." Lindsay turned her ears off. She knew that this could go on for a while with Marie. She looked back down to her coffee. Coffee... We met in the coffee... 

"LINDSAY!" 

"What?" 

"Did you hear anything I just said?" 

"No." 

Marie sighed, took the coffee out of her sister's hands and dumped it down the sink. She returned with Lindsay's purse and keys. "We gotta get going if we're going to have Stacie do your hair, otherwise we're going to get stuck with some raggedy excuse for a stylist who got her certificate online. Lindsay, I swear girl if you don't wipe that... whatever look off your face and light a fire under your ass this is going to be one painful day." 

"Oh I'm sure it will be." 

"And Lord knows I didn't sign on for this when I said I would be your maid-of-honor. If I'd have known you would be this pathetic about the whole ordeal, I would have said- wait... What did you say?" 

"I said I'm sure that it will be." 

"Will be what?" 

"Painful." 

"Oh Lindsay, honey. Dresses ain't that bad! You're gonna be just fine. And think of how happy it'll make Derek to see you all spiffed up!" 

"Yeah, I don't think he'll see it." 

"I'm guessing he's never ever seen you- what do you mean he won't see it?" 

"Well, you know, seeing as how he took off in the middle of the night, I'm guessing he probably won't be attending" Lindsay felt something inside her snap with the words. All at once she knew what emotion to feel. Rage. 

"He... what?" 

"The god-damned weasel left without a word of explanation about three hours ago, that's what. That selfish prick." Lindsay spat it all out as though it were poison threating to consume her. "The day we're supposed to be married that no-good, arrogant ass packs up his crap and makes to leave while I was sleeping. God knows I wouldn't have even known if I hadn't woken up!" Hetoldmehelovedme Hetoldmehelovedme Hetoldmehelovedme. 

There was that silence again. Not quite the same desolate silence that Derek had left but more like the silence that comes right before a thunderclap. Marie shifted uncomfortably on her chair and Lindsay fumed. The phone rang, saving Marie for the moment and she bustled over to answer it. "Lindsay's phone, this is Marie... Oh hey, Daddy!... There's a problem with the dress?" There's a problem with the groom, too. "We'll figure it out later. Can you go ahead and take it over and leave it with Stacie?... I know, but we need a little 'sister time'... Yeah, she's fine... We'll see you later... Love you, too, buh-bye!" Marie hung the phone back up on the wall, hesitated and then headed into the pantry. She reemerged a moment later with a bottle of Tennessee's finest and a plastic cup. She took her seat back at the table, poured a glass, then handed Lindsay the bottle. "You know" she said, "I always did think he was pretty boring." Lindsay tossed back a swig from the bottle and smiled. This was why Marie was her maid-of-honor. 

*** 

Moving forward was the easy part. Lindsay had a mountain of experience in that department. Marie helped her make the calls to the caterer, the chapel, and the guests. They returned the gifts and the dress that same day and cancelled the airline tickets to Hawaii. Lindsay even shredded the clothes Derek had left behind for good measure. She washed the sheets to get rid of the smell of him and threw out the soy-milk and sugar- free snacks that he was so fond of. She tore up the garden they had planted the summer before and with every pull she severed a memory that they had shared. In one day, he was gone. It was done. Lindsay called her old boss the next day and asked for her job back. He was more than happy to help her out "given the circumstances" and while her previous position as Department Head was filled, he gave her a temporary receptionist gig until she could "get back on her feet". She found that she didn't even have to fake strength when she went back for her first day. She had rid herself of him and there was nothing left to feel sorry about. She held her head just as high as she always had and kept herself busy enough to suppress any other feelings she may have had on the matter. Weeks passed, and while questions crept up occasionally, she brushed them off with a casual redirection of her attention. 

And then there was delivery day. Lindsay had come home from work about an hour later than usual and was just setting about making dinner for herself when her doorbell rang. She turned the heat off on the stove and went to answer. The delivery man greeted her with a friendly smile and handed her the signature pad. "Delivery for Mrs. Hutton from The Sleep King, where beds are cheap and dreams are free." Our bed. 

"Actually it's Miss Riley, and I don't want it." 

"My mistake ma'am, I was looking for 526 Oak Lane." 

"You have the right address; I just don't want the bed. Take it back please." 

"I'm sorry ma'am, we have a specific return policy that states that unless the furniture is damaged upon delivery, there are no refunds." 

"I don't care about my refund, charge me if you want, but I don't want the bed." 

"Uhm, Mrs. Hutton, I can't just take it back, store policy states that I have to deliver the bed." 

"Miss Riley. And I don't care what your stupid policy says, I don't want the damn bed!" 

"Mrs. Hut-" 

"RILEY!" 

"Mrs. Riley, I have to deliver the bed ma'am, it's my job." 

"Then go deliver it somewhere else, anywhere else. I don't want it." She slammed the door in his face. She returned to the kitchen and started the flame back up under her chicken. A few minutes later she heard the truck pull away and she went to the window to watch it go. Good riddance. To her shock, the bed was sitting on her front lawn. "What the hell?" She went out into the yard and looked down at her bed. Their bed. THE bed. This bed was evil. It was everything that Derek had been. Expensive, beautiful, dark. She hated the bed. She swung her foot back and kicked its post, hard... and immediately regretted it. She felt a pain shoot from her toe all the way up into her heart. So suddenly it came on that she dropped to one knee and cradled herself, biting back tears and curses. She knelt there, broken and unmoving, for a few bare moments before standing and resigning herself back to the house. Her chicken was burnt. She went to the phone, ordered a pizza, and limped into the living room to elevate her foot and wait for dinner. Halfway through Iron Chef America, her doorbell rang again and she lumbered over to retrieve her pizza. 

"That'll be $14.35." A pock-marked teen stood before her wearing the greasy uniform of the Pizza Palace. Finally, something I want. She gave the boy a twenty and told him to keep the change. "Thanks, ma'am. Oh, by the way, there's a bed on your lawn." She slammed the door again. 

*** 

Lindsay woke up on her couch, a piece of half eaten pizza lay on her stomach, an empty wine bottle sat between her legs, and some Dr. Phil wanna-be was preaching on the television. She tossed the slice back into the box and headed upstairs to take a shower and dress for work. It was still about an hour too early to head into the office but she needed to find a new coffee house anyway so she grabbed her keys and started for her car. She made it all the way there without looking up at the bed. She half hoped that someone had come by in the middle of the night and claimed it. She started up her old Jeep, braced herself, and turned to face her newest enemy. Much to her dismay, the bed was still there and on that cursed bed, was a dog. And not just any dog, but possibly the ugliest dog she had ever seen. No, not possibly, definitely. Definitely the ugliest dog. In fact, if it hadn't been wagging its tail, she might have thought it was a freakishly-large, mutant lab-rat escaped from some secret experimental facility. The dog stared at her with impossibly large, black eyes. Good, she thought, they belong together. She put the car into reverse and headed off to work. 

Lindsay had, once upon a time, been the marketing department head for Southern Men's Designer Boutique in San Antonio. It was her dream job. She hadn't gone to college for lack of motivation but had always had a love for men's suits, her daddy being the king of dressing well when she was growing up. It had taken her ten years to work her way up to the top, but she had made it. Now, she worked as a clerk in the front of the corporate offices. She shared the desk with a true Texan woman. Chessie was five-foot-nothing if you didn't count the four-inch lift her platinum blonde hair gave her, complete with a huge chest and a thick drawl. During her days at the top of the corporate ladder, Lindsay had never crossed paths with Chessie and she couldn't for the life of her imagine why. 

"Hey Girl! Yer in awful early today. Everythin' alright?" 

"Yeah. I just needed to get in here early so I could..." Well I don't have anything to actually work on. "... look for a new pair of shoes online." Brilliant. 

"Girl, I know what ya mean. I been truckin' 'round in these same ole boots fer way too long now. Hey I got an idea! Hows 'bout you and me take a long lunch today and head down to the Riverwalk and see if we can't find ya somethin'?" 

Crap. "Well, I actually-" 

Lindsay didn't have to finish her sentence because that was the moment Veronica decided to come into work. Veronica is the ice-queen that every mother warns their daughter about. She is Cinderella's step-mother on steroids, the witch who poisoned Snow-White on her cycle, and the sales rep from "Pretty Woman" all rolled into one psychotic mega-monster. She used to work in the Human Resources department but had, upon Lindsay's resignation, been promoted. Her high-pitched falsetto voice pierced Lindsay's ears like a thousand massive migraines. 

"Lindsay Riley, is that you?" No, it's Martha-fucking-Stewart. "I thought I recognized you! It's been way too long." No such thing. "Last I heard you quit your job to be a stay-at-home mom. I thought for sure you'd be knocked-up by now. What are you doing hanging out around here again?" 

Bless her little heart, THIS is where Chessie decided to pipe up. "Oh she and Derek ain't together no more. And since they ain't and she ain't fixin' to be no mamma, she came back here to work again 'cept there wasn't nothin' but this little ole spot for her so she's just stayin' here 'til she's back on her feet and then she's movin' up to the big-times. Ain't that right, Lindsay?" Kill. Me. Now. 

Lindsay could have smacked the smug look on Veronica's face right off into next year. "You don't say... Now, I'm real sorry to hear about your misfortunes. So sad. Oh but where are my manners?" Veronica said turning to Chessie. "I don't believe we've been properly introduced." 

"Well I'm Chessie, Miss Veronica. I already know who you are from all the posters they put up last month. They sure didn't do you no justice in them advertisements." 

"Thank you. Chessie, was it? What an interesting name." 

Chessie missed the superiority in Veronica's voice. "It's short for Chesapeake-Baybie. My momma done gave it to me 'cuz she went up to Baltimore when she was pregnant and she saw the Chesapeake Bay and she says when I was born my eyes was the same color as the water. My eyes woulda been blue only there was some algae problem or something that year so that's why the water was brown and momma said that's why my eyes is brown." 

"Fascinating. Well, it's been lovely catching up and I really hope you find someone special Lindsay. Maybe I'll get my husband to introduce you to one of his friends. Certainly would be an upgrade, now wouldn't it? Take care!" Veronica strutted off; one high-heeled step after another, the clacking sound of her last-season shoes reminding me why Poe wrote 'The Tell-Tale Heart". 

*** 

Up until now, home hadn't lost its comfort factor for Lindsay, but since she knew that going home meant going to the place where the bed was, she decided to take a detour. She wasn't avoiding her problems per se, she was just putting them off. Marie lived in a studio apartment in the heart of San Antonio and it was about as modern as Texas got. Lindsay parked in the parking garage of one of the nearby department stores and took the elevator up to the fourth floor. As the doors were closing, she heard someone shout for her to hold it. She stuck her hand out and a man who looked to be in his early thirties stepped in beside her. 

"What floor?" Lindsay asked. 

"Seven." His voice came out in a pant and it was then that Lindsay noticed the jogging shorts and sweat drenched towel. Right about the time they were passing the second floor, she could smell him. Man-sweat. Whatever he had just been doing, she hated him for it. When men sweat in reality, it's not like the beads of steamy glory you see rolling down Brad Pitt's neck as he battles to the death in Troy, it's more like the inside of someone's shoe was microwaved and then stuffed into the radiator in your house. Lindsay felt a gag starting to choke her and she did her best to inhale through her mouth. Two more floors... 

"So do you live in the building?" The man asked through heavy breaths. Lindsay just smiled and shook her head. She was starting to feel like one of those characters in the cartoons who get sick and their faces turn a nasty shade of pale green. One more floor... 

"Visiting your boyfriend?" She shook her head again and huffed out "My sister," just in time for the elevator to ding and open the doors. She rushed out, welcoming the fresh air, and started down the hallway to her sister's door. 

"So what you're telling me is that you were in an elevator with a man who basically asking whether or not you had a boyfriend and you didn't even notice whether or not he was attractive?" The sisters were sitting on the couch with grilled cheese sandwiches and wine. Marie had been drilling Lindsay for the past twenty minutes on everything from the straightness of the mystery man's teeth to the color of his tennis shoes. 

"I'm telling you," Lindsay said with an exasperated sigh, "that there was nothing to notice because it smelled like over-heated roadkill." 

"Well what did you expect, Linds, obviously the man had been working out! All I'm saying is that you gotta get back up on the horse at some point and this guy was obviously interested in you." 

"I don't know where you're getting this from. We shared an extremely rancid and thankfully short-lived elevator ride. Besides, what man in their right mind tries to pick someone up while they are sweating like a pig. I'm just saying, you like a girl, you better damn-well take a shower before you say anything." 


To Break a Filly Ch. 01



"You need to reexamine you're standards." 

"I..." But Lindsay had nothing to say to that effect. She knew she had lost simply because of the last man she had chosen for herself. Derek had been an absolute fairytale from day one, the way he had appeared on her doorstep with flowers, opened every door for her, kissed her once at the end of the night and never pressed her for anything. Nevermind all that, Lindsay was not about to get back up on a horse that smelled like a dying cow. 

Marie started up again, "Besides, it's not like you're getting any younger. You're about to be twenty-eleven and I mean, have you seen yourself lately? I'm not saying that you're shot to hell in the looks department but you're definitely starting down a slippery slope." 

Lindsay had never been challenged when it came to maintaining her youthful good looks. She was one of those few fortunate women who could eat whatever she wanted and still be an average size. She was five and a half feet tall with collarbone-length, thick red hair and big emerald eyes. She had the small, slightly upturned nose that you usually find on cheerleaders and her lips were just a few degrees smaller than Angelina Jolie's. One might say that she had been blessed. Not that she had ever done anything with it. She was a jeans and tank- top kind of girl who, when she wasn't at work, wouldn't be caught dead with her hair and make-up done. Most women had always envied this about her. In grade school, it meant that she could be friends with all of the boys without them ever really seeing her as one of them. She had been a habitual heart-breaker. In the adult-world, her laissez-faire attitude toward style hadn't lent much success toward her career which meant that she had had to become very good at what she did to be noticed. Marie was right, though. Lindsay had taken "casual" to a whole new level. Her hair that always hung stick straight down around her face had been pulled into a messy bun for weeks. As she looked down, she saw that the tank-top she had slipped on after work was the same one she had used for a pizza plate last night and had a few other unidentifiable stains on it. Her jeans had a big rip down the side from a mishap while shredding Derek's old khakis and her nails had been chewed down to near-bleeding. What had she let happen to herself? This wasn't Lindsay. Lindsay was tough, unaffected, and stubborn to a tee. Had she really let this incident change her? She found this truth unacceptable. 

"Point taken." Lindsay told her sister who looked confused. 

"About what?" 

"I look like something the cat-dragged in." 

"Oh sweetie, we moved on from that five minutes ago. I was just telling you about how Stacie and Margo are thinking about opening up their own parlor in the burbs a few blocks down from you. Weren't you listening?" 

*** 

The night air was like warm bathwater and she let her hair down on the drive home. She loved the feel of the wind when she had the top off of her Jeep. In the summer, when most people avoid the hundred and five degree weather by hiding in their air-conditioned homes, Lindsay would hop in the Jeep and drive for hours just letting the breeze it made cool her. These trips usually didn't end well for her pearl-white and pink skin but she liked the freckles the sun gave her. When she had been given the old green and tan Wrangler by her father, she had been so excited that she didn't even wait for her license to take it out for a spin. She was pulled over three blocks from home and fined the equivalent of an entire summer's work. At the time, it had been worth it. Lindsay pulled into her driveway at around 10:00 at night. The bed was still there but the dog was gone, thankfully. 

She killed the engine, grabbed the bag with her work clothes in it and shuffled up to the house, bubbling from the wine and way past ready for bed. She stuck her key in the door, heard the lock tumble, and was blasted by the heat flooding out when she opened the door. One of the downsides to owning an older home: bad ventilation. It had been a particularly rough scorcher and the weather had turned her house into an oven. She set down her things and methodically went around opening windows and turning on fans. When she finally collapsed on her bed, she was out before her head hit the pillow. 

She dreamed that she was being chased by the big ugly dog through an abandoned gym. The threatening stench of the place stifled any hope of catching her breath and those black eyes were gaining on her. She couldn't find an escape and just as the dog took its leap for the death blow, she was able to open her eyes. 

Light was just starting to creep into her bedroom and the sky outside was pink. Her alarm clock hadn't gone off yet and she realized that it wasn't going to because it was Saturday. She had nothing pressing on her agenda and her head throbbed from last night's wine. She rolled over, carefully keeping her eyes shut, hoping to get just one more hour of sleep. When she did, however, she caught a mouthful of something wiry and a little wet. She opened her eyes and found herself staring into the face of the ugly dog. Screaming, she fell backwards off the edge of her bed. Lindsay scrambled up and reached for the baseball bat she kept in the corner. The dog tilted its head with a definite quizzical look and perked his ears up. She held the bat in a stance that her daddy would have been proud of. 

"Get out of my bed before I..." What was she going to do, hit him with it? "...before I make you." The dog huffed once at her and shook his head before flopping back down onto the pillow and sighing. "I mean it!" Lindsay smashed the bat down onto the bed to emphasize her point. The dog picked his head up a fraction of an inch, repositioned himself and then closed his eyes. Is he really calling my bluff right now? She snatched up her pillow in her free hand and went to throw it at him but before she could finish the thought, the dog saw her move, leapt off the bed and skittered out into the hall and down the stairs. Lindsay ran after him, pleased with her success thus far, and hit the bottom of the stairs in time to see his tail disappear out one of her living room windows. She exhaled and dropped the pillow and the bat, making a mental note not to leave the windows open overnight. She was about to go back upstairs when she noticed that her pizza box's remnants were gone. "Damn dog," she muttered. It's not as though she had planned to eat the leftovers but it was the principle of the matter than she took issue with. 

The rest of the morning was spent cleaning her house. Most of the people that Lindsay knew thought of cleaning as a chore. For her, it was therapy. Washing the dishes, sweeping the floor, dusting the furniture, weeding the yard, it all had a rhythmically calming effect on her. Besides, she loved her home. She'd inherited the house from her mother's father when he died in her early twenties and it held in it the only memories she'd had of family. Marie, Lindsay, and Daddy were all very close but there had never been a sense of "gathering" with just the three of them. Excepting the days when they went to Grandpa's. Lindsay suspected that it had been hard for Daddy to visit the house without her mother, which is probably why their trips were so scarce even though they lived not twenty minutes apart. Her mother had died from cancer when Lindsay was only seven years old and so she had very few memories of the woman. Marie, who was three at the time, had no memories but had been told enough stories to at least feel like she knew her mom. Their grandfather and Daddy had never gotten along well, but after their mom passed away there was an unspoken agreement to be pleasant for the sake of the girls. 

When Grandpa had passed, he left the house to both Marie and Lindsay, but Marie wasn't up for the responsibility and really was never much for life in the 'burbs' anyway. So, Lindsay took the house and never once regretted it. She loved everything from the brick and lattice front, to the cobblestone path leading up to the front door. She loved the hardwood floors with all of their little scratches and dings. She loved the arched doorways and the crown moldings, the built-in bookshelves and big bay windows. That love poured out of her every weekend when she set to polishing up the old bones of the building. She was proud of her home and made sure that it was always taken care of in the way she thought it deserved. 

By mid-afternoon, the yard was buckling under the heat from the sun. Lindsay filled up the sun tea jar and set out to the backyard to harvest her vegetable garden. As she approached the garden it was obvious that something was amiss. Her tomato plants were lying on their sides and it looked as though her onions had been uprooted in a furious whirlwind. Trying to imagine what sort of monstrous creature would have done this to her precious garden, she was shocked off her feet when the giant mutt leapt out of the bushes in front of her, sprinted past and into the house. Lindsay shrieked and jumped up, reaching out for the dog and missing by a mile. She ran after him but he managed to knock the door with his tail on the way in, slamming it behind him. Lindsay ran face first into the now shut door and crashed back down onto the patio as fast as she had come. After the stars had cleared from her vision, Lindsay peered up to see the grinning, tongue-out face of the dog in the window. HER window. 

Furious, she stood up and marched back to the door and tried the handle. The dog threw himself against the backdoor, successfully blocking her point of entry. This is seriously not happening to me. She went to the window but, of course, she had locked it after her little doggie mishap this morning. Great. She scrambled through the bramble on the side of her house and made her way to the front door and debated knocking. If the dog was smart enough to lock her out of the house, maybe he'd be smart enough to let her in, right? Seriously? She slowly turned the handle and quietly pushed the door open. She had a clear line of sight to the back door and there he was, staring her down like some cheesy western movie. In keeping with that theme, Lindsay mocked a gun draw and murmered, "This house ain't big enough for the both of us, mutt." Did he just smile at me? Lindsay let out her biggest war-cry and charged the dog who slipped past her in some masterful escape artist's fashion and bolted out open door behind her. "Geezey Creezey, what is with this dog?" She made her way back to the front door and looked out at the dog who was now grinning at her from the bed. She closed the door and locked it for good measure. 

"I know, but they wouldn't take it back." Lindsay said for the sixth time. Marie had called over an hour ago to tell Lindsay that Mrs. Roberts across the street had phoned Mrs. Jones, who'd phoned Daddy, who of course had called Marie, to say that there was a bed on my lawn. "I am waiting for a truck to pick it up to take it to charity." Not a bad idea; maybe I'd actually do it. 

"I think that's nice, Linds, but in the meantime, you've got to get it off your lawn! The neighbors are starting to talk." Impossible. They'd have had to stop talking at some point in order to start again. 

"Alright, Marie. I'll figure something out. Thank you for the heads up." 

"Okay good. Oh by the way, did you get a dog?" 

Lindsay put the phone back on its receiver and sighed. This was not supposed to be her life. She was supposed to be married. She was supposed to... Well that wasn't going to do her any good now, was it? She rifled through her fridge. Cheese, Chocolate, and Chicken. The holy trinity. Every woman had to have these three items in their kitchen but unfortunately, they never went together. 

She paced for a while, deciding what next to do with her day. It was cooler out than it had been yesterday and for a San Antonio summer that meant low nineties. She snatched up her purse and decided to walk down to the farmers market. Every Sunday afternoon, the farmers rolled in and set themselves up in the 'burbs'. Lindsay had been walking to this market since she was a child and she knew the streets by heart. Up Oak, down Ash, right on Vine, left on Chestnut. No one seemed to be out today, normally her walk would have met children running through sprinklers, mothers hanging clothes out on the line, and fathers mowing the lawns. Today everyone was absent, probably at church. She lived in one of the classic white-picket neighborhoods: families with two parents, a boy and girl child, a family dog, and a house cat. All of the yards were perfectly manicured, the flower beds always in bloom. Lindsay loved the domesticity of the place. She arrived in the school parking lot where the market took shop much sooner than she had expected. A few people perused and haggled prices, farmers kicked back chewing on straw or sucking their teeth, and the younger ranch hands hauled out boxes of crops and goods to set out on the display tables. 

Lindsay weaved her way between the stands, picking out various vegetables and fruits, not taking any notice of her surroundings. As was bound to happen, she walked herself straight into a brick wall, or at least that's what he felt like. She stumbled back trying to catch herself when she felt a pair of iron grips take hold of her shoulders and set her straight. Lindsay shook her head and look up at her assailant. He was tall. So much so, in fact, that Lindsay was only eye level with his chest. He had on a white button-up shirt and dark-wash blue jeans, leather boots and a light tan cowboy hat. His medium-length hair curled just slightly around his face, accenting is high cheek-bones and strong jaw. He had what was just past a five-o-clock shadow and his eyebrows were thick and dark. Their blackness and the tan of his skin played in perfect harmony with his molten chocolate eyes. Lindsay stared dumb-struck into those eyes trying to comprehend what god had chiseled this man and set him down in her path today. 

"Y'alright ma'am?" His voice was like warm caramel and when he spoke, his full lips parted over gleaming white teeth. His breath smelled like the sweet chill of mint. Lindsay mentally tasted the mint for herself when he let go of her shoulders. He didn't draw back but he simply put her down to stand on her own. She blinked a few times and looked quickly away so that her knees didn't buckle beneath her. 

"Ma'am?" the man repeated. 

"Yeah... uh... I'm fine. Thanks." Lindsay set her eyes on the ground and walked quickly away. She heard footsteps coming after her. 

"I'm sorry I ran into you like that, miss. I know I shoulda been paying more attention to where I was walking." 

"It's fine," Linday said, still walking away and not daring to look back up at him. 

"Now look here ma'am, I'm tryin' to apologize to you. Don't you have the decency to hear a man out?" 

"You've said that you're sorry, I accepted, now good day, sir." Lindsay sped up her pace a bit more and she heard the footsteps quicken behind her as well. She was about to break into a run when she felt a tug on her arm. He spun her around to face him with one hand and lifted her chin up so she could meet his eyes again. 

"Alrighty then, well what about your apology?" His voice was irrationally smooth. 

"M-my apology?" 

"Yeah, the one you owe me. See, the way I figure it, I wasn't the only one who did the bumpin' back there. Takes two." 

Silence followed as Lindsay tried to string together her thoughts into a cohesive response. She had to look away or she was never going to be able to say anything, but this stranger still had her chin cradled in his hand. " 

Un. Hand. Me." Lindsay forced out through clenched teeth. 

"Unhand you?" he chortled. 

"Yes" Lindsay breathed. 

He hesitated, let go of her chin, and then leaned in and kissed her. Hard. He kissed her hard. Lindsay didn't close her eyes and it happened so quickly that she didn't know how to react. She stayed perfectly still and his warm lips pressed against her and his hands clenched down on her arms. She could feel his tension and his desire, the heat of them was unreal to her. And then it was over. He pulled away and Lindsay stared at his chest, eyes wide in a look of complete astonishment. He laughed again and whispered, "Now we're even, no apology necessary. But you're more than welcome to thank me if you want." 

That did it. Lindsay snapped again, "How the hell are we even? You boys are unbelievable, walkin' 'round here kissin' complete strangers. I oughta call the police." And to punctuate the matter she punched him square in the center of his chest. He didn't even flinch but she felt better all the same. Lindsay turned on her heel and stormed off again towards home, thinking very much of abandoning fresh vegetables for eternity. All the good they did her. 

It was lunchtime when Lindsay made it back home. She'd spent her return trip trying to comprehend the significant emotional event that had just occurred. What on earth could have compelled him to kiss her? Granted, he was beautiful and very good at it, but why? When had it become socially acceptable for men to just kiss complete strangers? Had she really been out of the game for that long? She supposed the answer to that was "yes". Derek had been her steady boyfriend for the last seven years. The only other times she'd ever been kissed were in high school and they weren't very memorable. She found that she had, for the first time in weeks, a sudden awareness of how lonely she was. Her only interactions of late had been with Chessie at work and Marie on the phone. Time to get out. She grabbed her keys and headed out to the Jeep and on to her sister's. Half an hour later, she pulled into the shady parking garage. She exited on the street level and crossed to her sister's building. She shouted out for someone to hold the elevator and pressed the button for the fourth floor. She dropped her keys into her purse and exhaled. 

"Visiting your sister again?" 

Lindsay half jumped out of her skin in surprise. She looked around and saw that her riding companion was the stinky man from earlier in the week. Only this time, he didn't smell and he certainly hadn't been working out. He was, by her best guess, just under six feet tall. He had short blonde hair that was fashionably mussed and azure eyes He was an average man. Nothing about him screamed glamorous but nothing was unattractive either. Had she been walking past him on the street, Lindsay thought that he probably would have just blended in with the background. Except for that suit! He was wearing a Fioravanti Super 220 merino wool, solid blue, one button masterpiece. That was a ten thousand dollar suit and boy did she know it. Lindsay may not have cared much about women's fashion but she knew everything there was to know about a suit and she could tell everything she needed to know about a man by the one he chose to wear. This suit said, 'I'm gay'. No straight man in his right mind would have to confidence to pull that suit off. 

Lindsay visibly relaxed, "Yes I sure am. Sorry if I was rude the other day, I was in a hurry. I assume you live here?" 

He smiled with the faintest hint of confusion, "Uh, not exactly. I-". 

The elevator dinged for the fourth floor and Lindsay gave him an apologetic expression. "See you around, maybe" she called cheerily over her shoulder and just barely caught the skeptical look on his face and she set off down the hallway. 

"So what you're telling me is that you got kissed by a man that can only be described as a demi-god and you didn't even get his name?" Lindsay had recounted the story of the market to Marie over an hour ago and while she felt the topic was worn out, Marie didn't seem ready to move on. 




To Break a Filly Ch. 01



"It was inappropriate and garish and exactly what I don't need in my life." Okay, maybe a little, but I wasn't about to go saying something like that out loud. 

"I don't understand how we can possibly be related." Marie slipped into silence, sipping at her wine, no doubt having fantasies of being swept off her feet by a strange and handsome man of her own. Lindsay thought that she had a point. Not about the man but about their relation. She knew they were sisters of course but they couldn't be more different. Marie is outgoing and obnoxious in a way that is endearing. She's a few inches taller than Lindsay and has short bob of mousey brown hair. She has a few freckles across the bridge of her nose but her complexion was much darker than Lindsay's could ever hope to be. She had pale brown eyes with flecks of gold and a thick ring of dark lashes. She took after their Italian father in that sense while Lindsay's fairness came from their mother. She was just as lean as Lindsay but she had the feminine curves that every other woman would kill for. 

Breaking her sisterly scrutinizing, Lindsay stood and went to refill their wine glasses. "Oh by the way, I ran into Stinky Guy again today in the elevator." 

"Don't call him that! Call him Elevator Guy or Workout Guy. It sounds so much sexier." 

"He's gay." 

"Really? I so didn't get that vibe." 

Lindsay returned with their drinks. "How would you know? You weren't even there!" 

"I know, but he just sounded so straight." 

Lindsay shook her head, "He was wearing a blue Fioravanti." 

"I swear, Lindsay, I don't know where you come up with this whole 'judge a guy by his suit' thing. What if he just- Did you say Fioravanti?" 

"Yeah, why?" 

"Average looking guy, blonde hair, blue eyes?" 

"Again, yeah. Why?" 

"Oh my God, Lindsay that's my superintendent! Jake Snyder!" As she said this, Marie's face flushed and her voice jumped up an octave. Lindsay hesitated. Marie was easily excitable, but she never flushed. 

"And that is a big deal because..." 

"Lindsay, that's THE Jake Snyder. Don't you dare say 'who's that?'." 

Lindsay didn't dare. 

Marie groaned, "He's only like the third richest man in Texas. He owns like three casinos, a spa and salon, a five star restaurant here and in Corpus Christi and about a billion other things!" 

Lindsay was taken aback but only for a second, "I'm pretty sure that a man that wealthy doesn't spend his Sunday afternoons wandering around a building a like this. I mean no offense honey, but this place isn't exactly The Ritz." 

"He DOES though. He said in an interview in Forbes last year that it makes him feel closer to the people. It was the same interview where he talked about how he orders all is suits custom made from Europe and New York and he always orders them in that shade of blue because he thinks it's the only way he'd ever get any attention." Lindsay thought about that for a moment. He had a point. The suit was the only way she was going to notice him. But if this really was Jake Snyder and he really was just hanging around his building at random hours of the day, why the heck had he been here in smelly, sweaty gym clothes. Something just didn't feel right about it. 

"I don't think it was him." 

"Come on, Linds. How many guys do you see walking around Texas in suits that cost more than your car?" 

Lindsay didn't have anything to say to that. Marie went prattling on about all of Jake Snyder's accomplishments which left Lindsay to ponder the events of the day. She'd been kissed by a complete madman in the middle of a school parking lot and had taken an elevator ride with a billionaire all in about the span of an hour. She drained her wine and decided that it was too much to handle for the time being. She said goodbye to her sister and took the stairs down to the street. She wasn't about to chance running into Jake Snyder again. Seven years ago she would have been thrilled with her luck, but today he was just another distraction. She knew in the back of her mind that at some point she was going to have to put herself back onto the dating market. Frankly, the thought of doing it terrified her. Not because of the men. The men were easy; she'd never had any trouble understanding them or even gaining their interest. She was terrified because if she was ever going to be successful in a relationship, she was going to have to face what happened with Derek. She still wasn't sure what had happened but she knew that she wasn't anywhere near ready to try and figure it out. She got into her Jeep, cranked up the radio and let her hair back down for the drive home. 

*** 

"Lindsay! Well, how the heck are ya, girl?" Stacie was an average looking woman in her mid-twenties with short-cropped black hair that, today, had lime green stripes around her face. Her mother had been taking care of Lindsay and Marie's hair since their mother had passed away but had retired recently and Stacie had stepped right into those shoes. Stacie had been in the same class as Marie and the two were very close which was why Lindsay felt it was safe to assume that Stacie wouldn't bring up Derek. Crap, don't think about that, you're not supposed to be thinking about that anymore. 

"Hi Stacie, I'm doing just fine. Do you have time for a 'walk-in'?" 

"Always, for my best girl!" she said with a wink. "Let me just make a few calls." Five minutes later, Lindsay was in the stylist's chair with the cape fastened just a button too tight around her neck. 

"So," Stacie started, "what are we doing today?" 

"I need a change," Lindsay answered tentatively and Stacie started running her fingers through Lindsay's dried and damaged locks. 

"Well, what kind of change? Are we thinking color? Cut? Both?" 

Lindsay realized that she hadn't given it much thought. She hesitated looking down at her hands and then it all came pouring out of her at once, "I need to feel... different. I want to be someone new and I can't do that if I still look like me. I mean, I still want to look like me, but I need to feel like a better me. I'm not making any sense, am I? I just want you to..." and she trailed off. When she looked back up to the mirror, Lindsay was shocked to see tear stains on her face. She hadn't cried yet, not when he left, not at the bed. But this I cry at? Wow, something is really wrong with me. 

"I think I can take it from here, sweetheart," came a soft voice, pressing gently on her conscious; and with a short quick squeeze on her shoulder the voice set to work 'fixing' Lindsay. Lindsay's mind froze over and the next few hours became a blur. She thought about everything that had transpired over the past month. She had purged Derek completely out of her life. She had wrapped up every loose end from the wedding to her finances. Just as always, Lindsay had set her feelings aside and let her pragmatic instincts take charge. But now, enough time had passed that Lindsay no longer had anything left to take care of. Everything had been fixed, except for Lindsay. She realized now that in the whirlwind of tasks she had set before her, not only had she neglected to deal with her heart, but she had let more and more pieces of herself slip away and shatter. 

She was stirred from her silent contemplation by the sudden spinning of her chair. Lindsay found herself staring straight into the face of a fierce creature. The woman in the mirror's eyes were surrounded by a thick fan of long, dark lashes that encircled fiery green eyes with sparks of orange near the deep pupil. Her high cheekbones were painted with a light pink rouge that stood in beautiful contrast to her creamy white skin. A few light brown freckles bridged her little nose and her full lips were glossed in a shocking shade of fire engine red. The woman's hair was shorter than Lindsay's, cut nearly to her scalp in the back and angled forward to barely reach her jawline. She had the same bright red but with streaks of a dark burgundy and white-blond shimmering and perfectly spread throughout for a tri-toned effect. The soft lines and styled messiness of her image, gave this woman an overall pixie likeness - wisdom and strength prevailing while still maintaining her youth and allure. This was the woman that Lindsay wanted to be, so sure of herself. Her fantasy about this woman was brought to end when she opened her mouth to speak and the woman mirrored her actions. That's me? Of course that's you, you idiot, you're in a freaking salon! Did you seriously miss that? You need more help than I thought. Lindsay exhaled as she closed her mouth and an awkward, unintentional "Ahhhhh" escaped her lips. She reached up quickly with both hands to cover her mouth in embarrassment, but Stacie just laughed. 

"Looks like my job here is done, sweetheart. You've got a long road ahead of you, but you're gonna be just fine. Us Texan ladies, we got a whole lotta heart, a whole lotta hair, and a whole lotta fight. Don't you ever forget that." 

Author's Note : This is my first try at a Literotica story. I've been a big fan for years now, so I figured it was about time I tried my own hand at creation. I know this story hasn't had any hawt sects yet, but bear with me - it's coming. I would appreciate any feedback you can give me on the story thus far, and if you are interested in helping edit, send me a message. I can obviously use the help. 

Teaser - Lindsay may be feeling confident now with her "new self" but all of that will shortly change when one of these new men decides to take Lindsay under their wing and show her what she's been missing in life.



To Break a Filly Ch. 02



Author's note: Hello everyone, and thank you for returning for chapter two! It was brought to my attention that I should warn you all that this story will be taking on a darker tone as it progresses. If that is not to your liking, proceed with caution. Initially, this was going to be a very long chapter so I have decided to break it up to get it out a little quicker. Without further ado, enjoy!

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What was that? He watched her storm away, her shoulders drawn back in a defiant show of superiority. He had no idea what had made him lean his lips into hers, but whatever had driven him, he was grateful for it. As soon as they had touched so intimately a fiery beast had awoken inside of him, raging with a desire to hold her against him, to feel her from the inside. To make her squeal. To watch those emerald eyes retract once more with shock and uncertainty -- with fear. Stop! What is wrong with you?

He shook his head and turned back to the old man sitting behind the booth. "Have yer fun didja?" The geezer croaked at him with a chuckle.

"I'll take two bags of jerky and a jug of sweet tea, sir." Chad ignored the jest, collected his items, and paid the man. He stole one last stare at the woman's backside just before she turned the corner. How perfect it was -- like two round orbs, perky and tightly stretching out her faded blue jeans. Her hair burned under the San Antonio sun with an unnatural redness and he found himself wondering if the carpets matched the drapes. Only one way to find out... Stop it!

Chad took his bags and climbed into the old pick-up that rusted and creaked but never failed to take him those places too far to justify taking his horse. Rather than turning left out of the school on the road to him, the truck turned right and soon enough he came up behind her. What are you doing, are you crazy? She'll see you! He slowed the vehicle and pulled it off to the side of the road. He sat there for a few moments, watching her hike away into the afternoon. What's your plan now, hot shot? Gonna run up and kiss her again? Sure, she'll love that. She turned the corner once more and was gone.

He turned the truck back on, flipped it around in the street, and set off for home. The sun was beginning to set when he finally made it back to the farm. About halfway into the five hour journey, he realized that he had completely forgotten about his meeting with Snyder. The man was trying to buy out his farm and the neighboring land for a new casino and Chad hadn't even shown up to negotiate. What had that woman done to him? He had been so distracted by the way her breasts had pressed through her white cotton tank, little pink nipples puffing out like nickel-sized buttons, just begging to be clamped down and made to stand erect. Speaking of erect... Damn you man, get a grip on yourself!

But it was too late. He could feel his need for the woman straining in his Levi's now -- it was uncomfortable to say the least. He climbed out of the truck and trudged up the front steps of his ranch home. The fields around him were lit red by the sunset and the wheat blew to and fro in a rhythmic pattern with the wind. He opened his front door -- no need to lock it this far from civilization -- and dropped his keys on the kitchen island. Not bothering to turn on the lights he made his way back to the bedroom and turned on the shower to warm.

Try as he might, he couldn't take his mind off the softness of her lips or the way her tight little stomach had felt pressed against his. The blood had rushed to her cheeks in stubborn embarrassment, one that had left his insides writhing. He loved how she had fought not to show her humiliation and how her instinct had been to fight back with her words. How heated she was -- it heated him. He noticed then that he had been absent mindedly stroking himself to the thought of her. His little filly. She was begging to be broken.

Chad had trained many a filly in his day, he preferred their temperaments. The way they were born into the world so happy and carefree. The way they used their wits rather than brute strength to fight their training, as stallions often did. He wondered what it would be like to outsmart a human as he had so many beasts. What it would feel like to manipulate someone into doing exactly what he wanted when he wanted it, without question.

He climbed into the shower and let the steam billow out around him. His cock protested the lack of tugging by twitching irritably below. Chad reach down and grasped himself. He started to work his hand, pumping and twisting as he thought of his filly. How much more beautiful she would look at the biting end of his whip, tied up in his robes, licking salt from his body at his command. He pictured those beautiful pink nipples, hard from the coldness of a dark chamber. Finally, he saw those eyes. He jerked his hand along his shaft, gripping tighter now as he imagined how she would feel around him and he saw her deep green eyes, filled with tears waiting to break free. Tears of pleasure and of pain, waiting obediently for his next direction. She parted her full pink lips and...

Hot ropes of cum blasted from him now, splattering against the tiles of the shower. Chad dropped to his knees, out of breath and shaking from the intensity of his orgasm. Never had he felt anything so strong, never except for the desire he now felt to make his fantasies a reality.

That's it, you've lost it. You can't actually do that to a person. It's illegal and insane! That may be, but it didn't stop a man from dreaming. Though, if he ever did decide to carry out these passions it would be relatively easy. His nearest neighbor was miles away and even then, it was nigh impossible to navigate the fields unless you were familiar with the routes.

Yes, but where would you keep her? It's not like this is Alcatraz. That was true. The land here was flat as far as the eye could see and he wasn't even sure if he knew how to lock the doors anymore. If he couldn't keep anyone out then he certainly couldn't keep anyone in -- in the house anyway.

The barn. It was located out in the middle of the pasture and electric horse wire ran the entire perimeter. Even if she did manage to slip out, it would take a while for her to figure a way past the fence and then even longer to find a path out of the fields without him catching up to her first.

It felt strange to him to be thinking such dark and evil thoughts, he certainly had never done so before. It was something about this woman. The way she denied herself weakness and dismissed her surroundings with such obvious superiority. She may look the part of a woman with little interest in her appearance, but her attitude and the way she carried herself spoke to just how confident and stubborn she was on the interior. He wanted to watch that fire die. He wanted to be the one to show her free spirit exactly how ensnared it is.

He needed to see her again, to watch her. He would need to know everything about her. It was an important part of the breaking process to know more than the subject about the situation. He couldn't afford to be surprised at any point -- surprises were for her, to catch her off guard and distract from the mental assaults he would dole out. Wait a minute... am I actually making a plan? He was snapped out of his thoughts in an instant at that disgusting notion. He was a man of the land and a man of honor. He knew there was nothing more precious in this world than a beautiful southern girl and that each deserved to be respected and defended.

He sighed and hung his head, disappointed in this new and darker part of his mind, only to find that his cock disagreed. It stood out proudly in front of him once more. Oh you like that, do you? You want to watch her, study her, and take her? Maybe in the night; maybe while she sleeps. We could drug her, it wouldn't be hard. People down here are so... trusting. How surprised, no scared she will be when she wakes tied up to a gate, with a riding crop buried deep into her ass --

He came. Without ever laying a hand himself, the white sinews of semen erupted from his member at the mere image of her. What the fuck was this woman doing to him?

***

"Hey Chessie, I was wondering if you might do something for me." Ever since leaving Stacie's, Lindsay felt as though she had found a new sense of self. She felt as though her exterior was beginning to reflect the strength she felt inside having overcome the events of recent weeks. A haircut and make-up could only take her so far though, and she had to begrudgingly admit to herself that her wardrobe needed updating. Lindsay knew that if she asked her sister, it would turn into a day of uncomfortable jabs about her slight figure and lack of taste. So she called the only other person she thought she could tolerate an afternoon with.

"Absolutely girlie! What can I do for ya?" Chessie's sunny disposition might actually be just what she needed today.

"I need someone to help me do some shopping. You feel up for it?"

Her shrieking affirmation on the phone was all Lindsay needed to hear. She hung up the phone, grabbed her keys, and headed out to meet Chessie at the Riverwalk. It was beautiful this time of year. Most people would say that San Antonio summers were too hot and muggy, but Linsday loved the humidity. She drove along with the top off on her Jeep drinking in the hot air and listening to the never-ending drone of the cicadas. It was a quarter past one when she pulled into the parking lot where Chessie was waiting for her along the stone path.

"Goodness gracious, Miss Lindsay. You look like amazing! I love the new 'do'. So, what are we shopping for today?"

"Everything," Linsday replied with a sigh, though Chessie brightened at the prospect. "All I have are work clothes, white tank tops, and blue jeans. I have no idea how to shop for myself or what size I am and I absolutely hate doing this."

"You want me to just pick it out for you?"

I'm going to have to hang out with this one more often! "Yes, please." And with that, the two women started off down the walk.

***

Chad had passed a long night alone with his thoughts. His arm was tired. He knew that he would have to do something to kick this habit quickly before he did anything rash. Normally, Chad was the master of self-control, but something felt unexplainably different this time. He ambled down the hallway and put a kettle of coffee on the stove to brew. He stepped out into the morning air and sat down in one of the old wooden rocking chairs on his porch to take in the countryside and wait for caffeine. Just then, the phone rang -- cell phones didn't quite fit his lifestyle -- and he headed back into the kitchen to grab it off the wall.

"Mr. Brian"

"Mr. Snyder, to what do I owe this pleasure?" It was too early for Chad to even try to hide his loathe for the man.

"I am calling with the intention of rescheduling our meeting. I had hoped that we would have the opportunity to settle the matter of the land peacefully and, of course, in a timely fashion. I presume whatever illness kept you from meeting me yesterday has passed, hearing that you are well and alive just now."

"I have a farm to run, Snyder. If you want to reschedule just say when and I'll make time, but I certainly will not be able to be as obliging if you continue to waste the precious time I do have on spiteful chatter."

Jake Snyder tsked on the other end of the line. "Now Mr. Brian, you and I both know that I'm not here to waste anyone's time. As such, I trust that you have no interest in wasting mine either. I am prepared to make you a reasonable offer for your property; are you prepared to accept?"

Chad shuddered at what amount a man like this would deem to be 'reasonable'. The truth was that Snyder could afford to dish out ten times what the land was worth and would barely blink at the transaction; that put Chad in a very uncomfortable position. He certainly could live on cash like that for the rest of his life, but what would he do with that life? This land was all he knew and frankly, all he ever wanted to know. But only a madman would turn down a deal with Jake Snyder, and Chad was no madman. Are you sure about that? An image of a bound and gagged woman flashed to the front of his mind.

"Mr. Brian?"

"Sorry Mr. Snyder, I will need additional time to consider our situation. Why don't you come out to the farm in a few weeks and we'll see if we can't work something out?" Without waiting for a response, Jake hung the phone back on its receiver and pulled the wire from the jack. He needed no further interruptions today. The kettle began to whistle in the background. Today was the day he was going to prepare the barn for a guest. He removed the pot and poured himself a mug. Today was going to be a busy day

***

The sun was just approaching the horizon by the time Chad had finished his work in the barn. He was drenched in sweat and covered in dirt, minor cuts and scrapes had left dry blood stains on his callused hands. It was complete though. He had cleared out the stall across from Lady's -- the beautiful silver buckskin had watched him with her dark eyes while he worked and nickered occasionally, calling for affection. It was hard not to be distracted by such a beautiful soul, but he had labored on.

Chad had run horse wire up the length of the walls, fastening it at the top with large fastening staples and a layer of cement across the floor. He had spent a good fifteen minutes tugging at the wires to be sure they wouldn't budge. While he had waited for the floor to cure, he had braided a few ropes out of strips of tanned cow hide he had left over from his last sale at fair. He used the rope to fasten a harness which would later be suspended from the ceiling. He installed a pulley system that would allow him to relax and contract the length as needed. At most, she would be able to move around enough to touch the walls, and the pulley was guaranteed for up to 250 pounds -- he intended to never need that much, but better safe than out one gorgeous conquest.

Once the floor was finished, Chad had hung the harness and set about attaching leather fasteners to the walls and floor so that he would be able to restrain her wrists and ankles. He lay a healthy amount of straw about the floor and stood back to admire his handiwork. Lady whinnied behind him, demanding her dinner.

"Alright, Miss Lady, no need to yell." He turned and grabbed a flake from one of the bales of hay stacked outside her stall and chucked it into her feeder. She continued to stare at him expectantly. "Now Miss Lady, you know we need to keep an eye on that figure of yours."

She snorted and stared on. Chad smiled. God how he was a sucker for that horse. He turned and scooped half a coffee can of grain out for her and opened the gate to her stall. He walked its length to the feeder at the back, Lady trailing him all the while. She nudged her nose into the small of his back as if to say hurry. Her wish was granted and she sped past him to wolf down her treat. He watched her as she ate, proud of her growth.

He had found her wild on a trip to the Arrowhead Mountains in Montana. She was just a filly then, her mother had been killed in a lightning storm. Chad was up for a cattle drive with a few other seasonal ranch hands and he was the first to spot her in the middle of their herd. She had almost been lost among the cattle, but Chad had quickly rode in and cut her out before she was trampled. They had been inseparable since.

Their relationship was a flawless one of absolute trust and respect. She knew that her life depended on him and he needed to feel that power and responsibility. It is what makes a man -- to have the welfare of another being solely in your hands and to succeed in maintaining and nurturing that being.

He patted her flank and closed the gate behind him as he made his way back up to the ranch house. He had neglected his duties in favor of preparing the barn and scolded himself for not checking on the herd at the very least. His ass was riding on the sale of his 500 head of cattle and he couldn't afford to lose any of them, not if he wanted to keep the farm.

There wasn't much for a man to do in the evenings here. He had no want for television and had never harbored a passion for literature of any kind. He stood in the kitchen for a moment, contemplating his options and then with a decided nod grabbed his keys and set out for the truck. He was too wired to sleep and too sore for another night like the last. It's only a five hour drive and you'll be glad you made it once you see her again.

***

The shopping trip had been a success as far as she was concerned. It had only taken 3 stores, 2 hours, and one honeymoon savings account blown for Chessie to pick out an entirely new wardrobe for Lindsay. She had a few new sundresses, strappy sandals, skinny jeans, and colored blouses, all of which made her very uncomfortable but "looked great" according to Chessie.

She threw some leftover chicken in the microwave and grabbed a butterfinger to snack on while she waited for it to heat. The microwave dinged just as she was crumpling up the wrapper and she took her chicken over to the living room and flipped on the television. News, skinny girl, sports, skinny girl doing jumping jacks, infomercial, skinny girl running. Why do I even pay for this crap? Linsday looked down at her own stomach and saw a tiny pooch sticking out over her jeans. What the hell is that?!

She pinched it between her fingers, shocked. Last she knew, Lindsay couldn't keep weight like that on herself if she had tried. Where on earth could it have come from? Then she thought back to everything she had eaten in the months since Derek had left. Cheese, chicken, and chocolate. The holy trinity, and like all things holy, it had screwed her. Son of a bitch. She flipped off the TV and stomped upstairs to change into shorts and tennis shoes.

It was the perfect night for a jog. The sun had long since set and Texas had cooled to a comfortable 80 degrees. There was a slight breeze but the humidity was at a wonderful peak and Lindsay nearly drank the air as she pushed forward. She'd been gone for about fifteen minutes when she felt someone watching her. She glanced around casually and saw nothing, never breaking her stride. She continued on for a few more minutes and then heard something moving behind her. She glanced over her shoulder, picking up the pace, only to see a great grey beast coming up on her.

"Fucking dog!" She shouted, "Go away!" But the relentless mutt caught up to her and settled in on her right, trotting alongside and ignoring her.

"You have got to be freaking kidding me," she panted at the mutt. "What's your deal?"

Obviously, the dog didn't respond but instead ran ahead and lifted his leg on a tree. She passed him as he was kicking up grass behind him and he ran up beside her again. They continued this seesawing for another five miles -- he ran ahead to pee and she passed him whenever he stopped. When she finally made it back home, she was beat.

She sluggishly made her way up the front stairs and fumbled with the locks on her door. Once she had it open, Lindsay turned to see the dog panting on the bed, watching her with his black eyes.

"You thirsty?" She asked him and his ears perked. She hesitated a moment, knowing that she was about to cross a threshold that couldn't be uncrossed. "Well, let's go."

The dog leapt from the bed, bolted past her into the house, and headed straight for the toilet. By the time Lindsay caught up to him, he had nearly drained the bowl.

"What the hell, dog?!" She grabbed him by the tail and tried to drag him backwards out of the little half-bath in the hallway between her front door and kitchen. The dog wasn't budging. He had about twenty pounds on her by her best guess and seemed determined to finish what he had started. Oh, what the hell. She flushed the toilet to refill the bowl and continued on to the kitchen for her own glass of water.




To Break a Filly Ch. 02



The dog came into the kitchen behind her, grinning and leaving a trail of water behind him. Dogs. She made her way back up the hallway to the coat closet and grabbed a spare blanket from the top shelf. She took that blanket through the kitchen into her utility room and laid it on the floor next to the dryer.

"You sleep here," she told the dog and he looked up at her, blinking. "Go lay down." To her amazement, he did just that. He walked over to the blanket, circled it twice, and then settled in and closed his eyes. Lindsay couldn't help but smile; she was just about to leave and turn in herself when the dog let out a long and boisterous fart.

"SERIOUSLY?!" The dog opened one eye, blinked, and close it again with a deep sigh. With that, Lindsay turned out the light and headed up the stairs for bed muttering to herself about the fucking dog the whole way.

She stripped down, leaving her clothes in a pile on the floor and hopped in the shower. She lathered up her hair and let the conditioner set in while she went about shaving her legs and nether region. Her thoughts drifted away from the dog as the warm water beat down on her back and on to something a little less hairy.

For some inexplicable reason, the image of the cowboy surfaced in her mind. At the time, she had been so shocked by the situation that she hadn't really appreciated how truly beautiful he was. It was the eyes -- she could pinpoint it now. They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul and if that was true, then Lindsay sure had to admit that she liked what she had seen.

They were so unique. He pupils were the deep black of night that slowly faded into the darkest of browns. There were no real lines anywhere in them - they had just simply continued to fade, first to a chestnut color and eventually to a pale golden brown before simply ending. There was a softness to the edges that gave the overall look of kindness when you first spotted them, but she had seen something else there too. A hardness right near the center.

That hardness had been carried through the rest of his body. Lindsay remembered the way she had seen his jaw flex, the definition she had felt in his stomach through his shirt. What must he look like underneath all that? His callused hands had been rough against her chin and his stubble had scratched her face when he leaned in to kiss her. Oh, and that kiss!

Lindsay grabbed the lip of her vagina and pulled out to get a closer shave. Her finger slipped however in the slick wetness it met there. Holy crap, Linds. I know it's been a while but, Jesus! She tested the area curiously and found that she was completely saturated at the thought of him. Well, this is why you bought that $30 showerhead.

She reached up and removed it from its holster above her head and turned it on to the massage setting. She spread her legs and, using her left hand, exposed the sensitive pink nub that she knew would lead to her release. Conjuring up what she imagined the cowboy to look like beneath that white button up, she brought the showerhead down so that the pulsing stream of water was hitting just to the left of her clit. She wanted to savor this.

She imagined him grabbing her shoulders once more with his vice grip, but this time he picked her up and set her on her kitchen counter. With her mind's eye, she watched as he lowered himself to stare into the space between her legs. His eyes took her in, slowly moving up her body, lingering for a moment on her breasts and then continuing up her neck to her lips.

As his eyes met hers, he leaned in and locked his mouth around the soft pink folds of her pussy. His tongue went to work exploring every crease, circling and probing, adding to her wetness. His stubble scraped against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. The little scratched of pain only contributed to the heat that was knotting up in her stomach.

Just then, his tongue found her nub and he pushed back her hood to nip it with his teeth. She gasped and made to wiggle away, but the cowboy brought his hands up to grip her ass, fingers digging in, and pulled her back to him. Now, a little to the right. She hit that most sensitive spot and shuddered at the intensity of the sensation, working her hand in slow circles.

As she did, so he did. Allowing his teeth to rest against her clit, he began to fuck her with his tongue. She moaned between the sharp intakes of air and began to rock her hips in time with his tongue's thrusting. She was getting close, the heat in her stomach coiling and tightening, begging to climax. She turned up the temperature of the water.

It was hot now, burning really. It hurt, but the sensation was enough to throw her over the edge. The last image she had was of his face with that knowing smirk and then she was gone into a blinding white light. It seemed to last forever and pass to quickly at the same time. When she finally came down, she was quickly aware of just how hot the water was. Ouch!

She turned it back down and switched the showerhead back to a steady stream, replacing it in its holster. She was breathing hard and her knees felt weak and shaky. She hurried to finish her shower, wanting only to go to sleep. Lindsay hopped out, dried herself, and pulled on a nightshirt. As she settled into her bed, she realized what she had just done.

When the cowboy had first kissed her, she thought it crazy and hardly pleasurable. She was so caught up in the shock of it all, she certainly hadn't been thinking about quality. In retrospect, however, she found that she rather liked the way he had so roughly taken exactly what he wanted from her. It had been a very long time since she had felt so desired.

The closer she had been to marriage, the more she had begun to see the distance that was growing between her and Derek. She couldn't even remember the last time she had been kissed. Well, except for yesterday...

Lindsay slipped off to sleep dreaming of cowboys and kisses.

***

Now you're here, what's your plan hot shot? He had turned off the truck and was sitting in the school parking lot. Chad hadn't really thought past what he was going to do once he made it into town. He knew nothing about this woman -- her name, her address, her work. He had nowhere to start. The minutes passed slowly as he sat in silence debating his next move. He was just about ready to call the whole thing off, when it happened.

As though it were fate, he saw a flash of red pass underneath a street lamp. He climbed quietly out of the truck and set off quickly in search of concealment. Chad had just ducked into the bushes on the north side of the school when he saw her coming up the street. There she was on the opposite side of the road and she was jogging along at a comfortable pace. Her hair was shorter now and a different color, but it was without a doubt her. He watched as the sinewy muscles in her legs rippled with each stride, her breasts bounced rhythmically along. As she approached, he could see the flush in her cheeks and her hair curling around to stick to her glistening skin. She seemed to shimmer.

He was impressed with her athletic prowess. She must have been running for a least a quarter of an hour, judging by the saturation of her tank top which was nearing complete transparency, but was still breathing deeply and evenly, she looked set in for the long haul. Just when she drew level with him something seemed to startle her. Though she kept running she looked around suspiciously and seemed to glare directly at the bush he was hiding behind. His worry was for naught as it appeared all she could see was the blackness. When she set her eyes forward once more, he backed out of the shrubs and hastily made his way to the truck. He started it but left the lights out as he made to follow behind her.

He stayed about a block back from her, moving very slowly in the dark so as not to raise suspicion. She had a dog with her now and by the way they ran together, he came to the conclusion that it must belong to her. Each time she passed under a street lamp he was rewarded with a glimpse of her gorgeous ass. He could barely see it peeking out from underneath her running shorts which continued to hike up the further she ran. His pants were maddeningly tight at the thrill of it all. Knowing that he had successfully been following her for the better part of half an hour entirely undetected added to the confidence he was gaining in his plan.

He was long past admiring the woman's stamina and was becoming irritated with the length of her workout; so irritated in fact that he was seriously considering just taking her now. Please, God, just do it. I'm exhausted!

Chad pulled his truck off to the side of the street and climbed out. He crossed over and took up a light jog, making sure to match his footsteps with hers so as not to raise suspicion. He watched as her dog sprinted forward and hopped up onto... a bed?

The woman hooked a left into the driveway of the house with the bed. He slowed to a walk and stepped off into the shrubbery of the neighboring house. The woman took out her keys, fumbling a bit, and trying to catch her breath. When she finally had the door open, she turned to say something to the dog who hesitated before following her in.

That was productive, wasn't it? You fool. Chad had come so far but tonight just didn't feel right. He still didn't have the upper hand yet. He circled the house once to get an idea of the layout and then started back to his car. He may have been a fool to drive all the way out here just to follow behind her on a run, but he certainly wasn't fool enough to try anything with a dog that size in the house. Besides, this journey hadn't been completely pointless. He had learned her address, her vehicle information -- assuming the jeep in the driveway was hers, that she lived alone, and that her security system included a basic tumble lock and a large dog.

***

Her alarm went off much too early for Lindsay's taste. She slapped the snooze button and rolled over to enjoy the last two minutes of glorious rest. She tossed her arm absentmindedly across the lumpy blankets on the other half of her bed. She snuggled into their warmth, drawing them in close like she would a lover. Holy hell, that stinks! I really need to wash these sheets. Her eyes fluttered open and her vision was instantly crowded with a mess of wiry grey hair.

"SON OF A --" Lindsay scrambled backwards and tumbled out of her bed to the floor. Her head smacked into the nightstand on her way down and the force of her hit knocked something hard and heavy onto her chest. It landed with a thud and began to emit a high-pitched scream. Of course it's the fucking alarm clock, what else?!

She flipped it over and removed the battery. Slowly, she climbed her way back into a standing position and glared down at the dog, now snoring happily under her covers. She fumed for a moment before giving up.

"Fuck it," she sighed, "I've shared a bed with worse." And with that, she headed off the bathroom to perform her weekday morning rituals.

Lindsay emerged from the bathroom about 15 minutes later and the mutt hopped from the bed and trotted out of the room. She followed him down the stairs and into the kitchen. She popped a cup into her Keurig and set it to brew. She heard a huff behind her and looked around to find the dog sitting in the doorway staring up at her expectantly.

"I, uh, don't really have anything for you to eat," she told him and received only a blink in return. She walked over to the fridge and found a few slices of cheese and the rest of the leftover chicken. She put them on a plastic plate and dropped them on the floor. The beast quickly shuffled over and began to enjoy his makeshift breakfast.

"I'll stop by the store today and pick up a few things if you think you'd like to stay." No response came and she took that to mean yes. She left the dog where he was in the kitchen and gathered up her things, preparing to leave for work. She opened the door onto the back patio and said, "Time to go out."

The mutt trotted nonchalantly out into the yard and made a bee line for the garden. He lifted his leg and relieved himself on the remnants of the now dead tomato plants. Lindsay shook her head at the irony of it all and whistled. He kicked a few chunks of lawn back at her garden and dashed back into the house.

"Okay pooch, ground rules: stay off of the furniture and out of the food. Stay put and I'll be back." The dog blinked at her and went to lay down on his blanket. What a good dog.

***

Lindsay found herself counting down the hours at work. While she was really starting to enjoy Chessie's company, she was excited to go shopping for pet supplies. Growing up, she had always wanted a dog, but her dad had been horribly allergic. She was beginning to believe that it was fate that had brought her a companion at this crucial turning point in her adult life.

When four o'clock finally rolled around, Lindsay practically ran out to her jeep and headed for the local pet shop. She spent nearly half an hour browsing the shelves for food, toys, and a proper bed. She nearly spent as much in that time as she had on her own wardrobe. Whoever decided that dog stuff was more valuable than people stuff needs a serious reality check.

She arrived home and grabbed her bags out the backseat. She hadn't locked the door this morning figuring that the dog would be deterrent enough for any potential intruders. When she opened that door however, the bags dropped from her hands as a giant boulder of fur barreled into her and knocked her to the floor. She half expected the dog to attack her and was surprise when he was suddenly gone. She heard the rustling of plastic, immediately followed by a ripping noise. Lindsay lifted her head and saw the dog tearing through the bag of food she had brought him.

"Hey!" she shouted. "Manners: get some or you'll be out a place to sleep." The dog backed out of the bag and looked up at her, chow dust and crumbs caught up in the fur on his face. He burped. Seriously.

Lindsay bent down to collect her items and carried them into the utility room. She set down his new bed and draped the blanket over the top so he wouldn't get confused. She considered this for a moment though and realized that this act was relatively futile. She decided to move the bed up to her room. Maybe if it's right there, he will be less inclined to try and share mine.

"Alright pooch, let's see what's on TV." She made her way over to the couch and the dog followed her up onto it. She started to protest, but he flopped immediately down next to her and lay his head in her lap. She flipped on the TV to watch the newest episode of 20/20 and began to scratch behind the dog's ears. He groaned a bit and leaned into her touch, clearly enjoying himself. She had to admit that it was nice to have someone to share her evenings with. He may not be much of a talker, but he was good company.

At some point, they drifted off to sleep.



To Break a Filly Ch. 03



Author's Note: I am sorry that it took so long for an update. I reworked this chapter so many times I can't even begin to describe it to you all, but here it is. I hope that you enjoy this version of chapter three. I am not going to say how far into the next one I am as I don't want to jinx it, but I am on vacation for the next few weeks and hope to write quite a bit in that time. As always, I would love to hear your feedback and thank you to all who have motivated me to keep going! Much love.

*

About a week had passed since Lindsay took in the dog and during that time they had settled into a comfortable routine. Just as she knew would happen, she had fallen in love with the big oaf. They were out for a nice Saturday morning stroll and Lindsay's mind was humming contentedly. They turned the corner onto her street and she noticed that something was off.

Where is the bed?

She unclipped the mutt's leash and they jogged up onto her lawn. There were four corner post marks that had yellowed her lawn from their prolonged stay, but sure enough the bed was nowhere in sight.

Lindsay knelt down and ran her fingers around the circular patch for a moment and was startled from her revelry when a single tear fell from her cheek to land on the back of her hand. Why am I crying?

She knew, though, why she was crying. In some small way, the bed was the last piece of Derek she had claim to. Lindsay had been in such a rush to wash him from her life, she had lost the foresight to perhaps keep at least one token of their seven years together. If she was being honest with herself, she would have never disposed of the bed on her own.

But I didn't have a choice. She didn't have a say in whether or not the bed got to stay; she didn't have a choice for Derek to stay either. He had never offered her the opportunity to defend what they had before he just ripped it away and now that horrible, cursed bed had been ripped away from her as well.

She felt something cold and wet touch the back of her hand and saw the dog sniff at her tear. He looked up at her with black glassy eyes and, very gently, licked her cheek.

"Well this just blows, doesn't it?" She sniffed and chuckled a little while she said it. She reached up and scratched behind the dog's ear. He closed his eyes and leaned into her, making her heart smile in spite of it all. "C'mon bud, let's go make lunch."

***

"I swear to God, Linds; that is the ugliest effing dog I have ever seen." Marie was deep into her fifth glass of wine and was starting to feel very honest.

"I hate to agree, girlie, but couldn't you have gotten one of those cute little fluffy ones with the bows in their hair?"

"Yeah, what Chess said; trade him in for a purse puppy!"

The two women burst out laughing and Lindsay whispered to the dog that he wasn't that ugly and not too take it too harshly. Her timing was unfortunate however as he had chosen this moment to reach around and enthusiastically lick his balls. This only caused Marie and Chessie to laugh harder. Lindsay was starting to regret introducing them, but it was nice to have people over again. She'd been using the dog to excuse herself from human company as of late so this was probably good for her. Probably.

"In all honesty though, Linds; I think it's great that you've found someone to love and care for you... and to lick his balls while you watch TV!"

"Yeah, girlie; what more could a girl ask for from a man?" This had them all laughing. Chessie and Marie continued to poke fun at the dog, but Lindsay's mind began to wander.

She had grown increasingly frustrated with her static position at work and in life in the recent weeks. An idea as to how to get out of her current rut had come during her run last night and she wanted to bounce it off of the girls. This was, after all, why she had invited them both over -- not to make fun of my dog. When the laughter died down, Lindsay filled them in.

"So, I kind of wanted you both over because I want to run something by you. I've been thinking a lot lately about what I want to do with the money Derek and I had been saving up, and I think I've finally settled on something."

"Oh my God, is it a Lamborghini?" Marie exclaimed excitedly.

"No, girlie, it's obviously going to be a doggie plastic surgeon!" This started the laughter back up again, and Lindsay waited for it to subside before going on.

"I've been thinking about taking a trip. I've always wanted to go to Europe. So, I figured I'd take a few months to myself, fly over there and just kind of wing it. What do you think?"

They both hesitated and looked at each other. Marie was the first to speak, "What exactly do you mean when you say 'wing it'?"

"Well, I figured I'd have a rough idea of where I wanted to go and what I wanted to see and I'd just sort of make it up as I go along." Then it was Chessie's turn to ask a question, "Wait, so you're not going to make reservations or plan anything out?"

"No," Lindsay replied, "that's kind of the point. I think I'll just go and disconnect for a little bit. I'm hoping that maybe if I can get far enough away from... all of this," she gestured to the house in general, "maybe I will find a way to... enjoy life again."

Marie sighed, "I kind of figured something like this was coming. If I'm being perfectly honest, I think you're right. This would be good for you and you can certainly afford to do it. Daddy's not going to like having to look after your mutant dog, though."

All three women laughed once more and began chatting about all of the places Lindsay could see -- and all the different kinds of men she could meet. This of course turned into a heated debate about the sexiest European accents which could have gone on for hours. The wine finally began to take its hold on the women and they started to gather their things to leave.

"By the way, I saw Jake the other day in the elevator." Marie said as she was walking to the door. It took a few moments for Lindsay to recall who her sister was referring to. Stinky guy, right. "I asked if he was visiting someone and you know what he said?"

"I haven't the faintest clue."

"He said 'No, I'm waiting for someone'. Now why do you think he would say something like that? Huh? Told you he likes you." Marie donned a smarty-pants smirk and kissed her sister on the cheek. "Just something to consider."

With that, Chessie and Marie departed, giggling to each other about men and elevators. Lindsay wasn't sure how she felt about this news. It felt a little predatory that a man would be hanging around in an elevator waiting for her. But then again, she thought back to the cowboy, not all things predatory turn out to be bad.

***

Lindsay began to make arrangements for her trip the next morning. She gave a month's notice at work and did a little research on traveling through Europe. She wanted to be spontaneous, not ignorant. She decided that it would be best to start her journey in Italy and end in Ireland so she went ahead and scheduled two flights. She left a little over three months in between, figuring that would give her plenty enough time to explore the space and to find herself.

That all left only one challenge for Lindsay to face. She needed to find a place for the dog to stay and she knew only one person with the means to take care of him. It should have been simple enough but somehow, Lindsay thought it might be a tad difficult to convince her sister to look after the mutt -- Marie had been so sure the other night that Lindsay would ask their father.

Lindsay had been practicing what she was going to say to Marie all day. She knew that if she played her cards right, she would be able to guilt Marie into doing it. She really would have to play her cards perfectly though. The elevator dinged and as the doors opened, Lindsay saw stinky man quickly straighten and smile brightly at her.

Lindsay sighed and rolled her eyes. "Fancy running into you," her words dripped with sarcasm. He looked a little confused as she stepped in and pushed the button for the fourth floor. The doors closed and Lindsay said without looking at him, "So, what's your deal? My sister said you've been hanging around in the elevators waiting for me."

The man in the suit looked completely taken aback at her abrupt affront, flushed a little, and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, when you put it like that, I'll admit it doesn't sound good."

They stood there awkwardly for a moment as the elevator passed the second floor. Lindsay broke the silence and prodded his explanation, turning to face him. "So... what's your deal?"

He looked her over briefly and seemed to regain his original confidence. "Look, I know it seems odd; I would very much like to explain myself to you, but we only have one floor left and I really don't believe that to be sufficient time. Could we discuss it over dinner?"

Lindsay was stunned. Thirty seconds ago she was calling him out for stalking her and now he was asking her to dinner. At least this time he doesn't stink. The man took this opportunity to remove her choice in the matter.

"I'll wait right here while you run in and excuse yourself from your sister's company for the evening." The elevator dinged for the fourth floor and Jake stepped into the doorway to block it from closing, gesturing for her to exit.

Lindsay regarded him with a look of incredulity and walked slowly past, all the while trying to process what had just transpired. She heard his voice, fuzzy and distant, in her ear, "Tick, tock." Seriously.

The door to Marie's apartment closed behind Lindsay.

"Linds, is that you? I was just about to put the lasagna in the oven. You want to drink red or white tonight? Or sparkling?! I like the sparkling ones, I know it's not 'real' wine but they're just so dang tasty! Linds?"

"I, uh, can't stay tonight Marie. I have... plans."

Marie came out of the kitchen and looked confusedly down the hall at her sister. "I thought you said you needed dinner. Is everything okay?"

Lindsay wasn't sure what to say. "Yeah, everything's fine. It's just... I thi- I think I have a date?"

Marie exploded with questions. Who, where, when, why, and most importantly how? Lindsay didn't know how to answer any of them so she just waited while her sister burned through a few more minutes of speech and eventually came to silence.

"I can't really talk about it now; I'll call you later," Lindsay told Marie, heading back out the door. She saw the man still waiting for her, pinning back the elevator door, and she glanced back at Marie one last time who gave her a reassuring thumbs-up.

He smiled at her and stated matter-of-factly, "Better hurry up, you're blocking traffic here." Seriously? She deliberately slowed her pace just a hair and eventually boarded, feeling him follow her in. The doors closed and they were off. He turned to Lindsay and held out his hand. "I'm Jake, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Jake By The Way." She kept her face stoic though inside she was rolling at her cleverness. The corner of his lip turned up minutely and he waited, looking on at her patiently. She remained silent as long as she could bear the awkwardness. "I'm Lindsay." You might have to toughen up there a little bit, Linds; you can't keep letting him win that easily. Pushover.

The other corner of his mouth joined the first in a satisfied smile and she was jolted by his dazzling grin. His teeth were scary perfect and they seemed to be glinting at her now. She couldn't help her internal monologue as it burst out in a full chorus of Sinatra. When the shark bites, with his teeth -- teeth... Get a grip on yourself. The elevator ding went off one last time and she followed him out to the front of the building. He held the door for her but when she passed through, she halted at the sight of a black stretch limousine. Is he always this prepared? Or was he expecting me...

Jake walked ahead, grabbed the door once more, and extended his hand out to help her into the vehicle. She started to reach out for it, but hesitated for a fraction of a second. She knew that if she crossed this line, it would be impossible to uncross it. You said the same thing about the dog. With that recent success in mind, she slid her hand into his. She felt him run his thumb down the outside of her wrist ever so slightly. The action sent butterflies fluttering through her chest.

Once she was settled into her seat, Jake closed her door and went forward to speak to the driver. This gave her the opportunity to observe her surroundings. The interior of the vehicle was dark, the windows were over-tinted with black leather seats and dark blue carpets. The only illumination seemed to come from the sparkling lights that were built into the leveled ceiling, giving the impression of a starry night. There was a bar inside, of course, and Lindsay could see that it was well stocked.

The door on the opposite side from her opened and Jake slid onto the seat. "Can I get you anything to drink before we take off?" He asked her politely.

Oh hell yes, that's exactly what I need! "Red wine, please." He poured her a glass and handed it to her. She held it level with her eyes and swirled the glass' contents. She brought it to her nose and inhaled its pungent aroma. Lindsay was about to take a sip when she noticed that Jake was staring at her with his sky blue eyes. That's weird. Then again, this whole thing is kind of weird.

"So," she asked pointedly, though she wasn't sure how the answer would affect her evening, "this all seems to be very well orchestrated. I can't help but think that you were... expecting me."

Jake said nothing but continued to smile at her.

She paused, mulling over all that had transpired in the last fifteen minutes. She took a sip of the wine. It was wonderfully dry and woody; it was as though she was drinking it straight from the barrel. God, it was so perfect. Lindsay loved the way a bone dry wine left a coating on her tongue and the roof of her mouth; so few people nowadays appreciated its beauty. Wait, so few people...

"Dammit Marie!" Lindsay cursed her sister and nearly crushed the delicate wine glass in her hand. Jake's smile widened and he started to laugh. Lindsay turned on him like a rabid dog. "Oh you think this is funny, do you? You and my sister in cahoots; what is this shit?"

He laughed even harder at that and Lindsay crossed her arms over her chest to wait for him to finish. Jake seemed to realize that Lindsay wasn't going to relax until he stopped laughing and gave her an explanation.

When the last few chuckles were out of his system, he started to speak, "Cahoots? I don't know if I would call it that. Did Marie know more about this than she let on earlier? Yes, but it was more of an innocent collaborative effort to get you to agree to a life-changing date, and I would like the record to show that it worked."

Lindsay continued to glare at him with a statuesque, stoic face. When she finally spoke, it was with a doubtful hesitation in her tone, "Life-changing?"

"You'll see." He winked.

***

Chad was finding it increasingly hard to restrain himself. After his first trip out to visit the woman, he had been able to hold out for ten days before her lure brought him back. He had pulled off to the side of the road across the street from her house just before the sun rose one morning. He watched as she let her dog out into the back yard to relieve himself.

Chad loved the way the sun played in her fiery strands of hair and kissed her pale skin so delicately. About an hour after that, she had left the house dressed in a sharp black suit with that beautiful fire pulled back into a tight bun. It accentuated the sharp lines of her face, making her look fierce and powerful. Oh, what it would be like to fight that fire and watch it burn out...

He had tagged her all the way in to what he now knew to be her office -- one of the highest buildings on the San Antonio skyline. It took her about four hours to reemerge and when she finally did, she was accompanied by a shorter woman with voluptuous curves and way too much make-up. They had walked up the street to a small café and Chad followed, seating himself at a table near them to listen in on their conversation.

This was where he had first heard her name, Lindsay. It suited her well. It had a nice, feminine ring to it but was nothing too flashy or glamourous. He had rolled it around in his head over and over again since that time, naming her features and loving them all. Chad didn't know how much more beautiful this woman could become to him, but he certainly couldn't wait to explore her further.

While her friend had limited her order to a salad and water, Lindsay had asked for a barbecue pork sandwich with onions rings and a chocolate malt. How on earth she was going to fit it in her small slacks and slight frame was beyond Chad. But sure enough, once their food arrived, his little prize tore into the meal as though it was the first she'd ever eaten. He was amazed.

Lindsay's friend rattled continuously throughout the entire lunch, mostly about shoes and what Chad assumed were coworkers. He had grown tired of her drawl after the first few minutes and her words were lost on distracted ears as he started about memorizing every freckle across the bridge of Lindsay's nose. His attention was awoken eventually by the words "while I'm gone" leaving Lindsay's pink lips.

He then heard her discuss details of a trip with her friend, and a lengthy trip at that. By the sound of it, his filly was planning on disappearing into the European countryside for several months without contacting her friends and family back here in the states. Could this be any more perfect?

A few months without suspicions. A few months of this woman all to himself, uninterrupted. Chad listened closer to their conversation, hoping for more details but all he got was that Lindsay planned on leaving in a few weeks and that she was considering leaving her watchdog with her sister in the city.

He followed the ladies back to their office and then proceeded to his truck. He revved the engine and headed back to his farm. He couldn't help but become excited at the prospect of actually carrying out his plans. He had gone so far as to make an enclosure but something had been preventing him from acting upon his urges.

Chad knew that there would be no going back from an act so inhumane. He would be surrendering a part of himself to an unnamed darkness within, not to mention that it was horribly illegal. But something else had been driving Chad from the very beginning and that motive couldn't be quenched any other way... loneliness.

He was a man of the land, a man of honor, but he was alone. Any woman that Chad had ever met held no prospects. They had been a farmer's daughter with no education, no sense of self, and certainly no aspirations. He had never had anyone that challenged him and therefore had never found himself truly attracted to any of them. Sure, he was good looking enough to gain interest, but it had never been mutual.

There was something about the way Lindsay carried herself, with pride and a commanding prowess, that drew Chad in. He knew that until he had claimed her, he would never be satisfied. He need her. He needed to tame this woman to feel complete and finally the opportunity was about to present itself in a perfectly wrapped package.

Three whole months, that was not only enough time to take her and have her, it would be enough time to break her. He was sure of it.

You monster, you cannot be serious. This is another human being you are talking about, A PERSON! How can you do something so cruel as to kidnap this poor woman? You are pathetic... disgusting.




To Break a Filly Ch. 03



Yes, it was true. Chad knew deep down that for all his big talk and "preparations" he was a man of honor. As such, he could never actually bring himself to do anything to a lady against her will.

But oh, how I want to...

***

Lindsay was sitting on her couch drinking a glass of wine. She was still trying to process the events of the evening. Jake hadn't taken her to a restaurant but rather to his own residence. It had been at the top of one of the skyscrapers downtown. His penthouse suit was stunning to say the very least, with high ceilings and modern outfittings, not to mention the breathtaking views of the city lights.

He had led her onto the balcony, which had been adorned with luminarias and a dining set for two. They had enjoyed a catered four course meal comprised of salads, hors d'oeuvres, entrees, and dessert. The conversation had been pleasant small talk mostly about Lindsay, her job, family, and interests; Jake didn't seem to have much to say on the matter of himself. Given that Lindsay didn't much like to be in the spotlight, she had found the whole experience to be a bit tense and uncomfortable.

The date had been, simply put, awkward and hardly the "life-changing" experience that Jake had promised. It had ended after only an hour with Jake bringing her back to her Jeep in Marie's parking garage. He had shaken her hand goodbye and departed without even ensuring that she made it safely into her vehicle.

Linsday took another long swig of her wine and patted her dog on his head. "I dunno either, bud. Men are weird."

The dog gazed up at her from her own lap with glassy black eyes and then lifted his head to look at the front door. A few seconds later she heard a knock. Odd.

Linsday stood and looked through the blinds to see an old pick-up truck parked across the street from her house. She walked to the front door, the pooch hot on her heals, and opened it a crack. She was shocked to see Jake standing on her front porch. She undid the safety chain and opened the door entirely.

"What are you-" She began, but next thing she knew he was upon her. His lips pressed into her with a furious heat. He backed her through her own door and shut it behind them.

Lindsay tried to break away for air but Jake wasn't having any of it. He bent down just a bit to place his hands just under buttocks. He lifted her into the air and wrapped her legs around his hips. The dog growled in the back of its throat, but Jake ignored the beast, placing one large hand on the dog's face and pushing him away.

"Bedroom?" He managed to mumble out between passionate kisses.

"Upstairs" Linsday whispered into his neck. Holy hell, he is good.

Jake carried her up the stairs, one hand on the small of her back and the other bracing himself against the wall on the climb. He pushed the door to the guest bedroom open and Lindsay didn't bother to correct him, she was completely lost in his lips. Somewhere along the way she had tangled her fingers in his beautiful blonde hair and was now pulling his mouth hard into her. It had been so long.

Suddenly, he pushed her off of him with a great force, flinging her onto the bed. She bounced once, splayed across the old mattress that creaked beneath her. Jake pulled his shirt off over his head.

He was lean, with the body of a runner. She could see his muscles clearly in the dim light from downstairs but not in the way you would see a body builder's, more a subtle hint of strength. He unbuckled his belt and dropped his slacks to the floor. He wore tight-fitting briefs that barely concealed a well-endowed package.

When he spoke, his voice was husky. "This is your chance to object."

Lindsay remained silent. She certainly wasn't about to object. She was, after all, sane and boy was he beautiful.

He fell forward onto her and buried his face in the crook of her neck. She could feel his tongue dancing along her collarbone in a series of light licks alternating between little nips of his teeth. Lindsay felt her eyes roll back into her head at this sudden onslaught of human contact and hardly noticed him expertly unsnapping the back to her bra.

He pulled away and had her naked from the waist up in a matter of seconds. He paused then and looked her over. He gently brushed his fingers along her jawline, down the sides of her neck, across the top of her breasts, lingering on her petite pink nubs until the stood out in the warm air of the room. He continued down, tracing the contours of her belly (Thank God I decided to start jogging again), until he hit her pant line.

He reached to her side and interlace the fingers of his hand in hers. Bringing her wrist up to his lips, he began to lay a trail of kisses down the inside of her arm while his free hand went to work undoing her jeans. Right about the time his hot breath touched her nipple, she felt her zipper go down and Lindsay melted. She was going crazy with anticipation. I need this.

Jake let go of her hand and grasped her hips. He lifted her slightly and pushed her into a more centered position on the bed and froze. She wasn't sure at first why he had stopped but when she looked up at his face and their eyes met, he smiled and she understood. He wanted her to watch him, not his hands. Without averting his eyes, he lowered himself once more and worked her pants down further taking her underwear with them.

She was staring so intently into his eyes that she jumped a little when she felt a kiss land on the inside of her thigh. He smirked at her reaction but, thankfully, didn't stop. His tongue set to teasing up her leg, slowly but surely making its way to the heat that was building in her center.

This was agony, blissful agony. Her clit was aching, throbbing, demanding attention but it seemed the more she whined, the slower he went. Just as he was about to hit home, she closed her eyes and felt his kiss land on her other thigh.

She groaned in frustration, arching her back and grabbing fistfuls of the sheets around her. So lost was she in her need for release that she only barely heard him chuckle. Then it happened. He latched onto her, hard. There was no more warm up and no more teasing. He sucked her bare pussy into his mouth and moved his tongue in forceful circles over her sensitive nub.

She was so worked up from waiting for so long that she came almost immediately. Her back arched farther and her mouth flew open in a silent cry, tears welling up in her eyes. Blinding light flooded her vision and her core convulsed, pulsing in fantastic shockwaves. It was pure ecstasy. Oh, thank God.

At some point during it all, he had removed his mouth from her and had begun to work short kisses up her belly. She was still trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm when he brought his lips to hers. They kissed deeply for a moment and she could taste herself on him, sweet and salty. She was about to break away to say something went she felt a pressure below.

He entered her slowly, never allowing their lips to part. As he worked his way in, Lindsay could feel her narrow hips stretching, trying to make accommodations for what was turning out to be an impressive girth. It hurt a little, but Jake was doing a beautiful job of distracting her with his kiss. The perfect kiss -- an intricate mix of sucking, nibbling and light pecks.

It seemed to take ages for him to fully enter her, not only was he thick, but he was long -- at least eight inches by Lindsay's best guess -- she would have to inspect later. Finally she felt his stomach on hers and his advance halted. She was completely impaled and now that they were together, she felt warm and whole. Even though some pain remained, it was mixed with a new burning pleasure that was providing Lindsay with a new feeling of satisfaction and anticipation.

He stopped their kisses for a moment and drew away to look into her eyes. He brushed back the hair from her face and lightly circled his thumb around her lips; then he was on her once more. He drew his length out inch by inch never stopping the attention he was paying her lips. One of his hands cupped the base of her neck while the other entwined its fingers once more in hers and extended their arms up to rest above her head.

He began to pump into her with increasing speed and force. She could feel him throbbing inside of her and she rocked her hips up to meet his, encouraged by his obvious enjoyment. She was soaking wet which only made the sensation so much better. He was furiously working in and out of her now and had to stop kissing her for that. Instead he laid his lips against her forehead which muffled but didn't completely hide his grunts.

She moaned and brought her free hand up to rake at his back, trying to find some purchase in the smooth skin there. Faster and faster he moved, hammering into her and she could feel the hot coil once more starting to build. She started to clench down on him in a fevered passion and felt his balls tighten more each time they pounded into the flesh of her ass. He was nearly there.

"Come with me," he whispered and Lindsay whirled at the suggestion. "Now."

And off they went, as if they had been hurled into oblivion together. They wrapped their arms around each other and held until both of their tremors had subsided. She absentmindedly ran her nails across his back lightly and laid a few kisses on his bare chest as he tried to catch his breath.

"Can I make you something to eat?" She asked.

He let out a breathy chuckle, "My God woman, can you get any more perfect?"

***

What the hell is this schmuck doing here? Chad watched as Jake Snyder stepped out of a black limo in front of his filly's house. Jake leaned back in to the car to say something to the driver, shut the door, and watched the car disappear into the night. He was wearing a simple polo and slacks, clearly his casual after-work attire, but he seemed to be fidgeting -- like he was talking himself into something.

Chad slumped down in the seat of his truck, fearing recognition and watched as Jake made his way up to Lindsay's door. When she opened the door, however, the snarky suit bared down on the poor girl as though he were trying to take her face off with his lips. And she seemed to like it.

WHAT THE HELL?! The dark fire exploded inside of Chad along with his incredulity. Not only was this pinhead associated with his filly, but they were together! Absolutely not. He could not have this. Chad stepped out of his truck, slamming the door behind him and made his way around to the side of the house where he knew a large oak stood.

He climbed to a second story vantage point and watched and Jake placed himself in an unsightly state of undress. Chad knew what was about to happen and he couldn't stand to watch. He climbed back down and stormed back to the truck. He revved the engine and slammed the gas pedal down, headed for home.

How could she be with such an awful man -- she who was so delicate and proud? How could she attach herself to a leach like Jake Snyder? And what God hated him to have allowed the same man who would take away his livelihood and home to also take his prize?

This was it, the final straw. He was going to take her. Tomorrow night. He would not permit such an injustice to occur. He was going to take what he wanted and to hell with Jake Snyder and his suit and his money.

Lindsay belonged to Chad now and soon enough, she wasn't even going to remember that pathetic bastard.



To Break a Filly Ch. 04



Author's Note: Again, I would like to apologize for posting the wrong version of Chapter 3. I assure you that the direction of the story will not change and someday, provided I can get through the rest of TBAF, I promise to go back and fix it. I didn't do it right away as I didn't want to cheat those who read the incorrect version out of continuity. I hope that I have made up for that serious error with this chapter. Chapter 5 should be out shortly but please be patient with me when it comes to Chapter 6. Classes are starting back up again and it can be very hard to predict when I will have time to write, life and all that goes on, but I do intend to continue with Lindsay's story. I have done some chapter mapping and have enough content for at least 10 installments. I have never done any type of creative writing before and am finding that these characters have a tendency to write themselves. When I first started, I anticipated only having around 5 or 6 chapters, but it is extending itself quite nicely so I guess we will just have to see where the story takes me.

***

Lindsay was at the stove buttering up bread for grilled cheese sandwiches when she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist. She leaned into him laying her head back on his shoulder as he set about making a line of kisses along her neck. She hummed contentedly and stretched herself out, allowing him greater access to his new playing ground. 

"I can't really make you a snack if you keep distracting me, now can I?" she said in false protest, closing her eyes and smiling. He spun her around to face him and brought her arms up to circle his neck. She laughed as he leaned in eagerly to kiss her just below her ear and ran his hands down to her slim hips. "I thought you said you were hungry?"

Jake stopped and pulled away to look at her, blue fire eyes ablaze. "Oh I am," he said huskily, picking her up and setting her on the counter. She hadn't bothered putting on pants after their little escapade and had instead gone for one of the ratty oversized hoodies she'd thrown into the guest closet after her shopping trip with Chessie. Standing, it fell just far enough to cover all of her private bits; the same could not be said however for her new position.

As their lips met once more, Jake pulled her forward so that her legs were forced to spread around him and her backside nearly came off the edge of the counter. He brought one hand up to brace the back of her head while the other traveled south and began to trace along the inside of her thigh. She shuddered at his intimate touch, but her attention was torn between that and the oral assault she was receiving.

Lindsay was unable to focus on either area given that the dual stimulation was equally interesting. Just as the fingers of one hand began to tangle and tighten their grip in her hair, the other hand was reaching the wetness building between her thighs. When she felt his fingers slip inside of her and his thumb come to rest on her pink nub, she want to gasp but he nipped her lower lip and then sucked her tongue into his mouth.

She was completely overwhelmed and her legs started to jump when she felt his long fingers hook inside of her and a rhythmic pressure start to pulse on that oh-so-sensitive patch on the upper wall of her pussy. The combined stimulation of his fingers pulling against her g-spot and the circular pattern his thumb was now making were so intense that she thought she might stop breathing altogether.

Jake gripped down hard on her hair and pulled backward causing her head to fly back and expose her neck. He ran his tongue up along her throat and nibbled at her jaw, never ceasing his work below. He was pressing harder now, fingers torturing her tender spots, tongue teasing her ear. He finally bit down on her soft lobe and pulled harder and faster at her dripping pussy and she exploded, crying out and shaking violently in a mind-numbing orgasm. 

It took ten long seconds for Lindsay to come down from it and when she did, she was completely out of breath, her vision clouded with stars. She saw the shadow of Jake standing before her with a shocked expression on his face. She looked down to see that his shirt was soaked and he seemed to have a sticky liquid coating his arm. 

"Whoa," he hesitated, "wasn't expecting that." 

Now it was Lindsay's turn to be confused, "What do you mean? What happened?"

"Oh nothing, I just didn't realize you were a squirter," he replied with a boyish shrug of his shoulders.

"Excuse me, what did you just call me?" Lindsay raised her voice, a little outraged

"You can... uh... ejaculate...." He looked a little nervous now. "It's sexy, believe me. I was just a little surprised that's all."

What the hell is he talking about; 'I can ejaculate', 'squirter' what does that even.... "Wait," Lindsay looked again at Jake's shirt, "did I do that?"

His turn at confusion again, "Yes... haven't you ever done it before?"

"Definitely not. How did -" but then she trailed off. "Nevermind. I'm sorry about that, there's a bathroom down the hall if you want to – to clean yourself up."

"No need," he said with a grin, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and lapping at the juices there. He closed his eyes, seeming to savor the action.

Lindsay was completely flabbergasted by the apparent appeal of what she had done. Distracting herself, she asked him, "You still want that grilled cheese?" 

Lindsay hopped off the counter and turned the burner on under the pan. Jake moved in close behind her, wrapping her up in his arms once more. He leaned down and whispered into her ear, "That was the most amazing thing a woman has ever done for me, thank you." With that, he kissed the back of her head, slapped her bottom and turned around to address the dog who had been waiting nervously on his bed since they had come down the stairs.

Lindsay tossed a few slices of bread into the pan absentmindedly as she puzzled through the last five minutes. She was trying to understand how she could have gone her entire adult life without ever knowing that she was a ... What did he call it? ... 'squirter'. She had had plenty of sexual interactions and with those, plenty of orgasms, but never in her life had a man made her do anything like that. 

Then again, if we're being honest here, none of them ever paid you that much attention. It was true, she had always been 'along for the ride', so to speak. While she adored sex, especially with Derek, it had always been rather short-lived and focused on him. He had always worked quickly and tended to be pretty rough with her – lots of dirty talk and the like. While she certainly enjoyed all of that, part of her had always longed for... Jake. Well, it's true! He's dreamy, he's wealthy, he's... trying to talk to you.

"Lindsay?"

"Huh? Oh sorry, what did you say?" He was looking at her expectantly and with a hint of amusement.

He spoke again, sarcastically over-annunciating his words, "I asked, 'What is your dog's name?'" He was scratching the mutt's ear.

"Oh, uh..." Lindsay paused, looking at the dog who now had his eyes rolled back into his head and was starting to thump his hind leg in delight. Boy, do I know how you feel – those hands rock!

"Lindsay?" 

"Sorry, I guess I haven't thought of one. I always just call him 'pooch' or 'bud'." She felt kind of bad now, realizing that she hadn't even taken the time to name the poor beast. But considering he received plenty of attention, walks, and snacks, his life wasn't really all that bad.

"Bud works. So, how old is Bud?"

"I don't know, ask him." Lindsay shot back sharply. She was starting to feel like Jake was being judgmental about her pet ownership skills. You could at least take the thing to the vet, or give him a bath or - She shut her brain up at that point because could smell their sandwiches starting to burn. She turned them over in the pan. Still edible, whew. 

Jake was behind her again, arms sneaking their way around to the front. She felt his hot breath at her neck and shivered as he whispered, "Why must you always be so sardonic, pet?"

Lindsay turned off the stove and transferred the sandwiches from burner to plate. "Pet?" she challenged as she grabbed two water bottles out of the fridge and took their meal into the living room. She flipped on the TV and plopped down on the couch, Jake following suit grabbing a sandwich on the way.

He took a bite and said around the food, "Yes, well, the way I see it I can lay you down, roll you over, and make you beg. What more can you expect from a pet?" He swallowed and laughed at the look of consternation on her face. 

"You do realize that we've only had one date, I have no significant emotional attachment to you, and most importantly you are in my house eating MY food. I reserve the right to throw you out at any time I wish." And I have half a mind to, smug bastard.

His smile deepened, "Yes you can, and you may even want to, but you won't." He paused for effect and set down his sandwich. "Care to venture a guess as to why not?"

He advanced on her and had her on her back in an instant. Her legs spread, she could feel his erection pressing into her thigh.

Looking up at him she replied, her voice quivering with anticipation, "I might be able to come up with one or two reasons."

Here we go again!

***

Chad fumed the entire drive back to the farm. He stormed up the steps and slammed the porch door so hard behind him that it came off the top hinge. GOD DAMMIT! Everything falls apart! He still couldn't believe that of all of the people in this world with whom his filly could have gotten herself involved, it just had to be Jake Snyder.

There had to be well over a million people in that god forsaken city and Jake Snyder, the only man there intent on ruining Chad's life, had swooped in and stolen his beautiful Lindsay. The more he fumed, the more certain he became that he was going to take her. 

This was no longer just about his own desire to have her, now it was also about taking something from Jake, something that he actually had the wherewithal to take. It was going to be so easy, too. The girl had already planned it all out for him, hadn't she? 

Sure, she wasn't set to leave for another five days, but that wouldn't matter. Thanks to the technology in this day and age, all he would need was her cell phone. He could send out a text message to her obnoxious little friend that she was leaving early and no one would be the wiser.

Now it was just a matter of actually taking her. He didn't want a struggle; Chad knew that would alert her family, or worse the police, that something was amiss in her absence. He also didn't want her aware of her predicament until he had her secured in the barn. It's not that it would make a terrible difference, he was prepared for a certain amount of fight on her end but he preferred to have a few tools at his disposal to keep her subdued – something that would not be easy in a moving vehicle. 

So how, then, was he to take her? He didn't want to hurt the girl therefore knocking her over the head was out of the question. Drugging her seemed the most plausible way, but how was he to administer a dose undetected? He could use a gun to keep her docile, but again that would alert her to what was going on much too soon and if she was anywhere near as clever as he suspected her to be, she could escape. So drugs it is.

Chad went to the medicine cabinet in the master bathroom to take inventory. He could make a lovely cocktail out of an over-the-counter sleep aid, a few left over narcotics from when he dislocated his shoulder last spring, and an antihistamine. She was slight of frame and in all his days of spying he had never seen her take any medication of her own. He figured it wouldn't take much to put her out for at least the six hours he would need, as long as he was careful.

The only obstacle left was the administration. He didn't have to think long on that matter however, he had watched her long enough to know her routine and the one thing she would never skip – wine. That's it then, he would wait until she left for work, find a way into the house and put the drugs into whichever wine bottle was already open. That can't be all of it... something was nagging at the back of Chad's mind. He was forgetting something, he was sure of it, but as always is true with these matters he couldn't remember what he had forgotten.

He landed back on his bed, still fully dressed and stared up at the ceiling. His night was spent drifting between short dozing states, moments of anger and frustration at the thought of Jake, and then those inadmissibly exited urges as he imagined finally being able to touch her. For the first time since he had the idea to steal Lindsay, Chad wasn't interrupted by a guilty conscience. His sense of honor had flown out the window, the monster had control now and he was ready to play. 

***

Lindsay blushed a little when Jake kissed her forehead goodbye. The sun was just beginning to rise when his limo had pulled up in front of the house to take him back into the city. She paused in the doorway, watching him round the corner lost in thoughts about their night together, and then she remembered that it was a work day. Begrudgingly, she closed her front door and turned to head up the stairs for a shower.

Bud sat back on his haunches with an inquisitive head-tilt in her direction. She went over to the dog, crouching down and scratching behind his ears with both hands. He moaned a little and dropped his tongue out in a wide doggy grin. 

"Not too shabby, eh Bud?" He licked her face and she stood once more, walking up the stairs. She passed by the guest bedroom and made a mental note that she had laundry in there that would need to be tended to after work. 

An hour later she stepped into the kitchen to pour herself a cup of coffee and noticed her shoes sticking a bit. She blushed in spite of herself when she recalled what substance had turned it sticky. A few Lysol wipes later the evidence of her fling was gone, though the memory remained. It was going to keep her warm all day.

***

"I swear it, Miss Lindsay. Somethin's different 'bout ya today!" Chessie was already sitting behind the desk when Lindsay had come through the front doors of her office building. This dialogue insisting some hidden change in Lindsay's persona had gone on for quite a while now and she was beginning to tire of it.

She took a long drag on her coffee and made the decision to let Chessie in on her little secret. "I... went on a date last night."

"YOU WHAT?" the tiny blonde squealed in delight. "With who?"

Lindsay mentally winced, anticipating another octave jump in Chessie's next reaction, "Jake Snyder."

Silence followed and Lindsay glanced over to find her friend sitting wide-eyed, mouth hanging open in amazement. She turned her attention back to her screen as Chessie stared on. It was at that moment that Veronica, the horrible thing, walked through the front office doors. 

"Good morning, ladies," her acidic tone burned its way through Lindsay's brain.

"Good morning, Veronica." She replied curtly. Chessie didn't even acknowledge the woman's presence, merely stared on at the side of Lindsay's head. 

"What's wrong with her?" Veronica gave Chessie a distasteful glance.

"She's fine." None of your damn business.

Chessie, always interjecting at the most inopportune times, addressed Lindsay's ear in a stunned trance, "She's just spent the night with Jake Snyder. The Jake Snyder!"

Veronica's eyes narrowed, "Who has? Not Lindsay, surely."

A fire began to boil up inside of Lindsay, "And why exactly 'not Lindsay'?"

Veronica's attention was fixed silently on her for a moment and then she stated in a cold and matter-of-fact manner, "Because the idea that someone like you would be able to draw the interest of a man of Mr. Snyder's caliber is positively laughable."

No one laughed. Lindsay weighed her options before saying a big mental 'fuck it'. She rose to her feet and rounded the desk coming to stand within a foot of Veronica. She had to crane her neck up to glare into the woman's face, but that internal fire was now burning bright and she was absolutely not going to be spoken to with such condescension.

"No, Veronica, it's not. May I remind you that I once held your position and was promoted above you to get it and that I managed to 'draw the interest' of Derek Hubbard once – a man that you yourself had been chasing for years – without even trying? Someone like me is more than capable of pulling off a date with Jake and I'll have you think twice before you try and laugh at any of my accomplishments."

Lindsay expected her worlds to cause quite the stir, knowing exactly how arrogant Veronica could be, and so she was surprised when all the witch did was smile down at her.

When Veronica spoke her voice was sweet, almost like one would use to coo at a newborn baby. "Oh, my dear Lindsay, you've just said it, haven't you? You once were above me; you once drew the interest of a respectable man. But look at you now, behind a secretary's desk and associating with women of a more," she gave Chessie a nasty glance, "appropriate station. What goes up must always come down, dear, and I think we can all agree that you've finally landed where you've always belonged."

Before Lindsay even had time to think, she drew her hand back and punched Veronica square in the nose. She heard a satisfying crunch and watched as blood began to gush from her victim. Dark circles were already starting to form under Veronica's eyes as she cried out in pain, cradling her broken face.

"Chessie, call an ambulance for this bitch. I need to collect my things and give my notice."

Chessie sat in shock for a moment and then stood and hugged Lindsay. "I'll miss you, girlie."

Lindsay smiled at her sadly, "I'll miss you too. Now call the paramedics, we wouldn't want Veronica's face to be ruined forever, now would we?" At that the crying, bloody mess only wailed louder and Lindsay's smile deepened with satisfaction. God that felt good.

After sending quick email to her boss to "regretfully resign", Lindsay dialed Marie and headed out through the office lobby for the last time. She passed by the paramedics attending to Veronica's nose and overheard a story being recounted – something about a wet patch on the floor and an unfortunate fall. Prideful thing can't even admit when she's been served.

"Hey Linds, what's up?" Marie's voice rang in her ear. 

"Wanna do lunch?"

"Uh... It's 9:30 in the morning."

"I know."

"Is everything... okay?" Marie sounded a little worried. "Is this about last night?"

"Oh God no," Lindsay assured her, "Veronica just ran her face into my hand and I thought you might like to see the damage?" She pulled the phone away from her ear and snapped a picture of the woman wrapped up in a blanket, blood still trickling down onto her pantsuit.

"Holy... you're damn right, I would! Churros?"

"Sounds good, see you in half an hour." Lindsay hung up the phone and, knowing that she was much closer than her sister to the café, decided to walk. She turned right and left the scene; she didn't even bother to look back.

She arrived at Churros before Marie and ordered a basket of chips, salsa, and a 32oz margarita. Start vacation early? I vote 'yes'. She sucked it down quickly and had just ordered a second when her sister hurried through the door. As she approached the table, Lindsay held up the picture on her phone so Marie could see.

"Oh. My. God." Marie took the phone and zoomed in to get a better look at her sister's handiwork. "You are so cool!"




To Break a Filly Ch. 04



Lindsay took back her phone, grinning with pride. The waiter brought over her second drink and she took another sip, feeling the alcohol starting to take effect. Marie watched her, waiting for Lindsay to speak first. Well, you have to say it sooner or later.

"He spent the night." Marie's eyes widened but she stayed quiet, prompting Lindsay to continue. "We had dinner at his loft. It was awkward and we had absolutely nothing to talk about. Then he dropped me off at home and left."

"But I thought you said he spent the night?"

"Yeah. Well, he came back."

"Oh well that makes perfect sense then. You have an awkward date with a guy that can't keep up a conversation. He drops you off at your house and leaves. Naturally you have to sleep with him. What the hell, Lindsay? I'm all for a little rebound action but do you seriously want to waste it on a catch like Jake?" Marie sounded frustrated as she spoke, a suspicion which was confirmed when she concluded her rant with an eye roll.

Lindsay took another long pull on her straw, watching the alcohol disappear gradually before her. She hadn't really thought about it, truthfully she never really thought about anything. She hadn't considered whether Jake was rebound sex or not, only that it had felt good in the moment. Am I supposed to feel guilty about this? What's Jake going to think? He obviously has some weird control fetish, the way he had just come through the door last night – not so much asking but rather taking what he wanted from her – and the way he had called her 'pet', clearly using her physical desires against her. Would a man like that even have taken 'no' for an answer in the first place?

It was fun though. Was she supposed to feel bad about having a little fun? She was single after all, and so what if she had had nothing to talk to him about – he was good in bed and that's what she needed right now - she had Chessie and Marie for talking.

"Lindsay!"

"What?" 

Marie was fuming at her. "Are you seriously going to tell me that you don't care if he was just a fling?" Marie snapped at her, clearly she had been talking this whole time and working herself up into a tizzy while Lindsay was daydreaming. "This is San Antonio's most eligible bachelor we're talking about and you aren't even trying to keep him around? Gods above, Linds, I can't believe you sometimes!"

"Well excuse me if I don't have everything figured out yet. I mean just a few months ago I was fixing to get married, Marie. I don't know if you realize it but that's kind of a huge freaking deal! My entire life has been turned upside down, so forgive me if I'm not chomping at the bit to get back into a serious relationship." Lindsay was pissed, to say the least. She had always been able to count on Marie to understand how she was feeling and here her sister was criticizing her on a relationship she didn't even have. 

Marie didn't say anything but Lindsay could see a snotty retort building behind her sister's tightened lips. She continued before Marie had a chance to let her opinions fly, "Look sis, I didn't even want to go on the stupid date in the first place. You two planned it behind my back and tricked me into agreeing to an occasion that I clearly was not ready for. I just lost my husband, my job, my dreams and here you are planning out a whole new life for me. I don't want it. I had a little fun with the guy and that was great, but if you think for a second that I'm going to put any effort into keeping around someone that YOU picked out for me then you're crazy. You don't get to make that decision for me and besides, if you think he's so great, why don't you date him!"

Lindsay was practically shouting now and people were starting to stare, but the warm feeling in her stomach and the rage pounding in her chest made it easy for her to ignore this attention. This was it. This was all of the anger that she had felt since Derek walked out coming to fruition and so what if she was letting it out on Marie? If her sister thought that she could dictate Lindsay's life like some sort of matchmaker then she certainly deserved it.

Marie's face blanched, she picked up her purse and turned to leave without saying another word. Lindsay sat in a stewing silence and watched her go. She finished her drink, paid, and left the restaurant. At some point during her walk to the parking garage, she started to cry. People passing her on the sidewalk gave her a wide berth but Lindsay didn't care; she let the hot tears roll down her face. She got to the Jeep and started it up. It had been a very long time since she had cried like this. It was a combination of anger, frustration, and loss.

In hindsight, she knew that her sister didn't really deserve that tongue-lashing as she was only trying to help, but Lindsay was angry that Marie had so foolishly interfered. She wasn't ready for Jake and while she could admit to the simple carnal pleasures that he had afforded her, she was embarrassed that she had let things get so carried away. She was not that kind of girl, nor had she ever wanted to be. Whatever his intentions had been when taking her out on that date, Lindsay should never have let it happen – there's no going back now. Be a big girl and suck it up. One of life's hard lessons.

***

Chad made it out to Lindsay's house early. He passed a limo on his way up her street and saw her standing on the porch watching it go. She had such a dreamy look on her face that only sought to anger him again. Cherish it, my lady; that's the last time you're going to see him.

He parked across the street from her lot, as he always did, and waited. She left shortly after, dressed in her professional garb. As soon as she was out of sight, he exited the truck and headed up toward the house. He knew the front door would be locked so he decided to try the back. To his relief, he found it unlocked. Just as he was closing the door behind him, he heard a low, guttural growl. Fuck, the dog. That's what you forgot, you moron! 

Chad had only seconds to decide what he was going to do about the mutt and chose to press his luck. He turned around and in his best goofy and excited voice said "Hey bud, how you doing big man?" 

The dog looked confused but stopped his growling. Holy shit, this might actually work! "You want a treat, big fella? I'm sure your mom has some around here." Chad looked around the kitchen and deduced that his best bet would be the fridge. He confidently strode over to it, hoping that if he played the 'comfortable guest' well enough, the dog wouldn't question his authority.

It looked at him warily, but didn't make any move to stop Chad's entry. He opened the fridge door and found some left-over chicken in Tupperware. Figuring it best not to press his luck any further, he threw the dog an entire breast. It apparently decided that anyone who provided him with food couldn't be that great a threat and scarfed down the meat. It was an ugly thing, massive with wiry grey hair but now that it wasn't staring him down, Chad could see the appeal. It was actually kind of cool.

He glanced around the kitchen for the wine bottle he knew would be there and sure enough, spotted it on the counter across from him. It was about three quarters of the way empty with a simple stopper in the top. He pulled the small bag of crushed pills from his pocket and poured the contents into the remainder of the liquid. He swirled it around, watching fascinated as the cocktail quickly dissolved, and replaced the stopper. 

"Well boy," Chad told his new friend, "we have some time to kill. What should we do?" The dog cocked its head up at him, tail wagging. "Not much for conversation, eh? Shame. What about some television?" The dog spun around and trotted into the living room. Amazed at how trusting this creature was of him, Chad followed and plopped down on the couch, picking up the remote.

If you only knew what was about to happen, mutt, you'd be ripping my throat out.

He flipped through the channels to find only garbage. It had been years since Chad had been in front of a TV and from the look of it, he wasn't missing much. The dog hopped up on the couch next to him and laid its big head in his lap. Chad scratched behind the mutt's ear and felt a little twinge of guilt. Sitting in her house, surrounding by her things, he had an image of a different life - one where he met Lindsay at the market, asked for her number, took her on dates, fell in love... 

It would be a good life to be sure, but he knew that the monster inside him would never be satisfied. It would never allow him to have his filly like that and eventually, like with all the other women before her, he would grow bored and he would lose her forever. The monster purred – No, it has to be this way. Once she is broken, she will be truly mine and I will finally be complete.

Chad wasn't sure how much time had passed, but the dog was now rolled onto its back, asleep in his lap and some lady was trying to sell him a "fine" jewelry set on the screen. He heard tires pull into the driveway. He looked up and to his horror saw Lindsay's Jeep come to a stop. What the hell is she doing here? It can't be that time already!

He looked to the stove and saw 11:01 flashing at him. He heard the door of her car shut and quickly flicked off the tube. He hurried to the back, reaching it just as he heard the front locks tumble. He gently closed the door behind him and barely heard the chime of her voice ring out, "Hey, Bud, I'm back early!" He circled around the side of the house, keeping a low profile and watched her through the windows. 

She made her way into the kitchen and, to his delight, uncorked the bottle of wine. She didn't bother with a glass and chugged it back. Chad noticed her eyes were puffy and her cheeks were red – she'd obviously been crying. He left her there and headed for the truck, sticking close to the tree line. From the rate at which she was throwing back that wine, he guessed that he wouldn't have long to wait after all. He started the truck up and decided to grab some food to-go. It was going to be a long night.

***

Lindsay woke to her head pounding. She left her eyes closed knowing from the amount she'd had to drink that to open them would bring on a terrible wave of agony. She lay still a moment, hoping to drift back to sleep when a strange smell crossed her nose. It was a combination of... leather? Horse? What the –

She opened her eyes and found herself staring up the ceiling of a barn. She bolted upright and took in her surroundings. She was in a horse's stall but she was surrounded by wire, floor to ceiling. She had been stripped down to her undergarments and seemed to be wearing a rope harness. It tied across her chest, looped both above and beneath her breasts, and came up between them to split on either side of her neck. The back of the harness was attached to a rope that was suspended from the ceiling but was slack, giving her room to move. She was sitting on a cot in the back corner and straw was strewn about the floor around her.

Panic set in. Where am I? Is this a fucking dream? How the hell – faint images began to flash before her. A man entering her house, picking her up off the couch and carrying her out to a truck; occasional lights on a road; being slowly undressed and carefully strapped in. You've got to be fucking kidding me! She brought her hands up to tear at the ropes around her and found that her wrists were bound as well. She tried to bite at them, to loosen them by any means necessary but they wouldn't budge. 

That's when she saw him, standing in the shadows in front of the stall across from her. He was tall, very tall and seemed to be stroking the cheek of a dappled-grey horse. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" She screamed at him. "LET ME GO, YOU SICK FREAK!" She continued to scream insults and questions at him, tears brimming her eyes and the pain in her head threatening to split her in two. He didn't react, just continued to stroke the horse in silence. 

After a few minutes, her voice cracked and the fear took over. She brought her knees to her chest and began to rock, sobbing uncontrollably. She wailed until the tears ran dry and her voice could take no more. Finally, the man in the shadows turned and left her there. She lay down on her side, trying to figure out how this had happened to her. It had to be a dream, no a nightmare. This was all just some sick nightmare and when she awoke next, she would back on her couch, Bud at her feet, safe and clothed once more.

*** 

Chad closed the barn door and started back up towards the house. Lindsay's sniffles faded into the night behind him. He had actually done it. He had taken her. The realization of the gravity of his action hit him just as he reached the steps to the back porch of the old farmhouse. His knees buckled and he fell to the ground. 

He felt weak and was completely shocked to find that he was crying, but once it had started the tears poured out from him. He was completely overtaken with shame and sadness. For years he had been fighting this monster inside of himself, keeping it at bay and now it was too late. There was no going back from this one. This monster was no longer just inside of him, the monster was him. He would have to accept it. He had ripped this woman out of her life, and neither of them were ever going to be the same again. 

Hours passed and Chad cried on, not only for himself but for this poor girl that he had been unleashed upon. He contemplated taking her back, drugging her once more and returning her to her home. At that notion the monster roared in anger and he knew that even if he could manage to overpower it, he would surely be discovered. She would call the police and he had left plenty of fingerprints for them to find. No, you made your bed, now you both have to lie in it.

He heard a faint cry coming from the barn down the hill. The sun was starting to rise and by the sound of it Lindsay was awake again. He stood, dusting off his jeans. He wiped his eyes and placed his Stetson on his head. Okay, Chad. It's game time. 




 THIS WILL BE MY FINAL DISCLAIMER. From this point forward, my story will be taking a very nonconsensual route with heavy elements of BDSM. If this is not your cup of tea, then please do not continue as I would hate for you to be uncomfortable with the content. That being said, for those of you who choose to stick with TBAF, I hope that you enjoyed reading Chapter 4 as much as I enjoyed writing it. As always, I appreciate your feedback. Much love!



To Break a Filly Ch. 05



Chad started down the hill toward the barn. He knew that these first few interactions were going to be crucial in setting the tone for their training and he was prepared for several scenarios. Based on what he had seen last night, the way she had broken down to a blubbering mess, he thought it very likely that she was going to beg him for mercy and freedom. That would be ideal for the sake of ease as breaking her would be as simple as remaining stoic and waiting for her to wear herself out. 

The second scenario, while much more difficult, would be more interesting. Considering what he had learned of her personality - strong, independent, and for the most part reserved, it would mean that she would be angry at her situation and would fight everything he did. She would be defiant and foolhardy in which case he would have to exercise a little more dominance from the get go and wait for her to make a mistake and show her weak side. He would prey on that and force her submission. 

Either way, Chad felt confident that within the week his filly will have found her place at his feet and they could begin to really play. It was with that confident foresight in mind that he opened the door to the barn and entered to find her standing in the center of her stall. From the looks of it, her harness had held up nicely and her wrists were still bound. While there was evidence of crying by the black make-up streaks down her beautifully pale cheeks, her eyes were bright and clear. 

He approached Lady's stall first, ignoring Lindsay's presence, and broke off a couple of flakes of hay. The dappled mare nickered appreciatively as he tossed her breakfast into the feeder at the back. She turned her back on him and began to tear at the hay, dismissing the two humans' tension behind her. He steeled himself and turned to face his first round with the red-headed challenger. 

He decided it best to limit her movement and made his way into the stall adjacent to hers. He fiddled with the rope on the pulley system and began to crank it tight, losing the slack he had given her the night before. He could feel her watching him all the while, though she remained silent. This was not something he had counted on, but Chad was sure that she would show her colors with a little prodding. 

He cranked the rope up until he began to feel her lifting of the ground. He heard a sharp intake of air and glanced up to make sure that he hadn't gone too far. She looked surprised, but there was no pain on her face. He continued to crank until she was on the tips of her toes before locking it in place. Still she said nothing. He made his way around to the front of her enclosure and grabbed a riding switch off of the tack wall - just in case he was facing scenario two. He unlatched the gate and entered. 

*** 

Lindsay watched the cowboy take something off the wall outside of her cage, but it was still too shadowed in the early morning light to make out what it was exactly. Then, as she expected, he entered. Relax, you can do this. Fight or flight instincts had been wrestling around in her head all night. She had tried to find a way out, but it was futile. Her only out was going to be through this animal. She was battling every voice inside her head that made her want to cry out, but something deeper that all of that was telling her to watch him, read him, find your escape. 

He closed the gate behind him and came to stand just a few feet in front of her. For the first time she was able to see his face, and to her horror she recognized him. He was the very cowboy that assaulted her at the farmer's market. And the one that you fan- SHUT UP! His mouth drew up into a half-smirk and she knew instantly that her face had given away her revelation. Apparently this sicko enjoyed her fear and indignation, so she wasn't about to give him anymore of that. She formulated her first sentence carefully. Trying to pick harmless words and imagining the tone of her delivery that would show the least amount of the emotional turmoil raging within her. 

"Long time, no see." As soon as the words left her mouth she realized how completely lame they were. Long time, no see. That's all you can come up with? Good god, woman, we're never getting out of here. 

She felt a sharp pain on her left hip and jumped, losing her balance. She swung around, dancing on tip toes and trying to regain her foothold on the soft straw under her feet. She felt two very large and callused hands settle on her waist and steady her, though now she was facing away from the cowboy. This only added to the fear that was building inside of her. She looked down and saw a triangular welt bubbling up on her upper thigh. 

"What did you just -" Another sting this time on her right and she jumped once more, this time no hands came to steady her. She danced around like a fool trying to catch solid ground once more. She heard a deep chuckle come from her left and she whipped her head around at the cowboy. His arms were crossed now, a small smile on his face, and in his hand was a short crop. A whip, seriously? 

She finally found purchase and small relief to see that she had landed facing him once more. She braced herself, "Why are you -" It landed hard this time on her left hip but she was ready for it. It smarted horribly but she managed to keep her toes on the ground and her wince to a minimum. The cowboy smiled again. 

He began to walk around her as though this were some type of inspection but he didn't touch and he didn't speak. His movements were slow and she turned her head to follow him. His eyes were drinking her in, raking up and down her naked flesh. Thank god he left my panties on, sick freak. His gaze sent chills up her spine and made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end, but she managed to keep herself calm and quiet. 

When he finally came back around to face her, their eyes locked. Lindsay lost herself for a moment, staring into those uniquely fading brown eyes and thinking that once upon a time, she had found them stunning. But then she remembered where she was and that those eyes were just another part of the mask hiding the monster. The cowboy smiled once more, this time his teeth breaking free to gleam down at her. 

He reached out a hand and ran one finger underneath her jawline, lifting her chin up. "That's a good girl, easy now." He cooed in a molten chocolate tone - too warm and too sweet. She flicked her chin back, pulling away from his touch and when she did she screamed. She couldn't help herself, as soon as she had begun to move, he had smacked the crop across the back of her thighs. The pain was enormous and she could feel tears welling up in her eyes. She bit down on her lip and focused on staying erect. It was all she could do not to crumple up and dangle off the rope at the mercy of this beast. 

She could feel him moving but was too focused on the throbbing pain on the back of her legs to pay attention to what he was doing. It wasn't until she felt the cold metal of a blade pressed against her shoulder that she looked up again. In the blink of an eye, he had cut the strap of her little black bra. The tightness of her harness kept the fabric from falling completely free but Lindsay could see where this was going. She had only moments to decide whether or not this was a battle she wanted to fight. She knew that the last thing she wanted was to be naked in front of this man, but he had a knife and she couldn't move. 

She felt the defiance leave her, and she sagged in her ropes while he set about cutting the rest of her bra free. He made a few slices in the back and she watched hopelessly as bits of fabric began to fall to the ground. And that was brand new too; does he have any idea how expensive this shit is? Seriously Lindsay, you're worried about the bra? But truthfully, it was too painful to think about how she was letting this happen to her. Knife or not, she needed to do something. She needed to stand up for herself, if she was going to die by this man's hand, she needed to at least die with some scrap of dignity. 

He made his way around to the front and hooked his fingers on the outside of each cup. With one firm tug, the fabric came loose and set free her breasts into the air. He didn't get to enjoy his first sight of them however, as Lindsay brought up one knee straight into his groin. She did so with all of her might and the cowboy crumpled. She lost her balance again and spun around, flailing and screaming the whole while, praying that someone would hear her. 

*** 

This was it, the moment he was going to see her in a most intimate light and he could barely contain his excitement. Chad tugged hard and caught a glimpse of pearly flesh breaking free before his vision was completely clouded by stars. He fell to his knees and could faintly hear her screaming over the ringing in his ears. He rolled onto his side, clutching at his groin. The girl had kicked him hard. How could he have been so stupid? He was so focused on seeing her naked that he completely forgot rule number one. They will kick you if you give them the opportunity. They will ALWAYS kick you. 

To add insult to injury, as he tried to right himself a stray leg flew out and knocked his hat across the room. He stood gingerly and made to retrieve it. The girl was still flailing around behind him, screaming hopelessly. He opened the gate and reached out for a lunge whip - this would allow him to keep his distance while he continued his work. He returned to stand a healthy distance in front of Lindsay, though she didn't even notice that he was standing once more. He drew the whip back and cracked it across the round globes of her ass. 

She stopped screaming and began to dance around again, trying to both find her balance and face him all at once. It was comical, yes, watching her struggle but it was also oddly erotic. As she skipped around on her toes, he could see each muscle in her legs ripple and her taught stomach twisted, trying to help stabilize herself. She arched her back, gloriously attempting to lengthen herself and reach the straw below her feet. This move in particular served well to accentuate her now exposed breasts. They were a healthy handful with perky, upturned nipples. The pink color stood out in amazing complement to the soft and pale skin surrounding them. They bounced slightly as she worked, finally coming to rest facing him. 

He regretfully tore his eyes away from them to stare into her eyes once more. She had clearly been working hard to break free as her face was flushed with a thin sheen of sweat coating her forehead. A few strands of her fiery mane were stuck there while others were falling in a wild and tousled manner about her sharp cheekbones and sleek jawline. She looked fierce. Her chest heaved up and down in a pant as she tried to catch her breath and regain her composure. 

Keeping a wide berth, he made his way around her once more, admiring his handiwork. She had two small red marks from the crop on her left hip, one on her right, a large rope-like welt across the back of her thighs and now a thin whip line decorating her gorgeous ass. He smiled, pleased with himself and despite pain he had felt only moments before, he began to grown hard in his jeans. He decided then that it would be best for both of them to take a little break. 

He left the stall, locking the gate behind him, and made his way toward the exit to the barn. She shouted after him, "Hey! You could at least let me down!" He smiled once more and nearly ran back up to the farmhouse. 

He closed the back door behind him and leaned against it, fumbling with the buckle on his belt. In his mind's eye he held fast the image of her struggling against her bonds, her flushed cheeks stained with the tears from last night, her bright green eyes flecked with gold and intensified by the tears fighting to break loose. He freed his shaft from inside of his pants, the large head swollen and purple from the rush of blood there, begging to be handled. He gripped himself hard and began to pump to relieve that pressure. 

He relived the crack of his whip and the lovely redness that stood in contrast to her porcelain skin. He watched her jump and cry out in shock and pain as he exercised his power and control over her. He saw the flashes of fear and defiance battle across her freckled face. He reached out once more to brush the smooth skin of her jaw. He grasped her hips from behind, but this time he lifted them, her feet leaving the floor. He aligned himself with her soft entrance and penetrated her from behind. 

He drove into her with the ferocity of his need and she screamed again, this time with immense pleasure as he plowed into her, over and over. He watched her gorgeously muscled back arch again, this time with the need to feel him even deeper inside of her. Her short, red-flame hair tossed as she flipped her head back groaning for more of him. "Harder," she breathed, "more, more, please give me more, sir!" She squealed as an orgasm ripped through her, clenching down on him with the ribbed muscles in her pussy, and he came with her. She milked every last drop out of him, thanking him endlessly for the release. 

He came slowly back to reality. He had slid down the door onto the floor and where he sat, trembling in the wake of his magnificent climax. After a few moments, he tucked his member back into his pants and reached up to grab a dishtowel off the counter. He wiped his mess up off of the kitchen floor and was pleased to see that even in his sex-maddened state he had managed not to get any on himself. He felt a little silly now for breaking down last night, this monster inside of him had been right all along. This is absolutely worth it. 

*** 

Lindsay was pleased with herself. She had managed to fight back and stop what would have been the inevitable removal of her panties. Her screaming had been pointless however as she now understood that they were far enough into the country that there was no one around to hear her. Of course there wouldn't be though, otherwise he wouldn't have brought her here. As despicable as he was, he was clearly no idiot. He had managed to steal her away without her having the faintest idea what was coming. 

Her legs were starting to shake with the prolonged effort of trying to keep herself standing. The ropes that bound her seemed to be made of some type of crude leather for which she was, on some level, thankful. While it was uncomfortable, the way it was cutting into her ribcage, it wasn't itchy or raw on her soft and sensitive skin. She leaned into it, trying to take some of the weight off of her cramped feet and felt some relief. She allowed her head to drop down, chin to chest, and stretched her neck out. 

He must have been gone at least ten minutes now and she found herself wondering when he would return. She so wanted the slack back in the rope so that she could move again. How long was the cowboy going to leave her strung up like this? What felt like an hour rolled by before she heard the sound of footsteps. Her whole body trembled and sweat was beginning to bead up on the back of her neck and roll down between her breasts. 

He came through the barn door and she whipped her head up to watch his approach. His stride was long, but not necessarily hasty. She was annoyed to see that he wasn't headed for her stall but rather the horse's across the way. It came forward, whinnying at him and throwing its head over the gate to greet him. He stroked the horse's nose, whispering something that Lindsay couldn't hear. 

The cowboy reached to the side and took down a halter and lead line off of one of the hooks on the wall. The horse nickered in excitement as he opened the gate and began to fasten the buckles onto the horse's face. When he led it out of its stall and into the aisle, she was able to see that her barn-mate was a girl as well and that she was breathtaking. He led the horse down a ways and tied her in between two lines, keeping her in the center of the barn. She relaxed onto one leg as the cowboy picked up a round brush and began to work in circular motions over her coat. 

As the dust and excess hair began to fall from her, Lindsay was able to admire her amazing pattern. She was a very dark grey, almost blue, over the majority of her body with silver and white spots that brightened her and gave her the overall look of the sky just after a rainstorm. Her main and tail were a beautiful mixture of black and white. The cowboy worked her over with several brushes which made her shine radiantly in the light that now leaked through the breaks in the boarded barn walls. 

Lindsay was so transfixed with the process that she forgot how uncomfortable she was. When the cowboy set to work braiding the mare's tail, however, she was reminded of the pain as her legs decided to give out on her completely. She crumpled and found herself swinging by the leather rope harness. 

"Can I get a little help over here..." she asked him, irritated but calm. "Please?" she finished lamely. 

He looked up at her, his expression showing a hint of bemusement. He let the mare's tail fall and she swished it, undoing most of the work he had done, while he made his way into the stall next door and began to crank loose the rope. Lindsay didn't trust her weary legs to support her and instead kept them tucked up under herself. He lowered her until she was kneeling on the straw and, much to her relief, gave her back the slack she'd started with. To delight her further, rather than addressing her, the cowboy returned to his work at the mare's tail. 

When he had finished the braid, he doubled it over and began to wrap the end of it in a royal blue bandage. He glanced up at Lindsay and found her watching him quizzically. Looking back down at his hands, he explained, "This will keep dirt out and prevent her tail being snagged on things while we ride." 

He attached a few pieces of twine to the bottom of the wrap and before Lindsay could stop herself she asked, "What's that for?" 

He remained silent for a moment as though he were debating whether or not to answer her and then continued, "So that she has something to keep the flies off of herself." 

He left the mare's rear then and headed over to a shelf to retrieve something from a small box there. He held it out to the horse and she began to chew happily on whatever it was - sugar presumably. The cowboy then disappeared into a side room and reemerged a few minutes later carrying a large black saddle and blanket. He set about tightening the tack while the mare sucked on her snack. He then removed a shining black and silver bridle from a hook near where he had originally grabbed the halter. 

He undid the buckles and removed the gear from the mare's head, quickly replacing it with a gleaming metal bit. He turned the mare around leading her past Lindsay once more and toward the large door at the back of the barn. He slid it over to the side, mounted his steed, and started off at a trot into the back field. 

Lindsay stood on unsteady legs and watched him go. Once he was out of sight she stumbled over to the gate and found it padlocked. Her next bet was to try and give herself even more slack at the crank, but her bound wrists were too wide for her to fit through the wire attached to the sides of her stall. 

She hadn't wanted to question the cowboy on where he was going, afraid that it would only encourage him to stay out longer, but she was beginning to worry about something more than just her naked imprisonment. She was incredibly parched. The last she'd had to drink had been over 24 hours ago and it had been alcohol. She had hoped that when he returned this last time, he would have brought some water with him, but unfortunately that hadn't been the case. If she was going down, she didn't want it to be over something as silly as dehydration. 




To Break a Filly Ch. 05



There was little for her to do now, though. She had no way out of her cage and who knows how long he would be gone for. Her best bet was to try and get some rest. She was feeling weak from the day's events. She had no idea what time it was or when he would return, but her muscles ached and her head throbbed - she needed to sleep. She made her way clumsily to the cot in the back corner and curled up, closing her eyes. Even with the uncomfortable harness and pounding headache, Lindsay was out before she knew. 

*** 

It took Chad about fifteen minutes of hard riding to reach the herd. It had been so long since he had been astride Lady and it felt good to have the hot Texas breeze in their faces once more. He found his cattle over one of the far hills. He came around the backside and with a yip, he and Lady took off to bring them in closer to the barn. After the initial rush, he and the herd settled into a familiar and lazy pace. 

This was his favorite time to think and he had become very accustomed to both watching for strays and pondering life's big questions. Today, however, he was admonishing himself for the way he had spoken to Lindsay before leaving. He had wanted to reward her for asking so nicely to be let down, but the way that she had asked a question, or even spoken out of place, should have warranted a whipping. Maybe it was the afterglow of his orgasm or maybe it was something else, either way he needed to take better care not to allow her such liberties in the future. 

Overall, their first encounter had gone smoothly though nowhere near as he had expected. She had shown some fight, certainly, but not the outraged, passionate kind that he had prepared for. She seemed to be trying to read him as much as he was doing the same to her. Her actions appeared to be, for the most part, calculated. She was cunning, that was for sure; but Chad had to wonder if she was intentionally trying to hide her emotions from him or if this was just an instinct he hadn't anticipated. This was going to make her training much more interesting indeed. 

After about an hour of riding them in, he could see the barn off in the distance and decided that it was close enough. He had performed a count on the herd and had found two new calves - late babies were always at risk of being lost in a stampede, but they seemed to be keeping up just fine. He would need to pull them out at some point and look them over, but that was for another day. He was eager to get back to his conquest. 

The sun was setting as he and Lady rode back through the big door. He dismounted and led his mare back up to her cross ties. Lindsay was asleep on her cot and not even the clip-clop of hooves would stir her. 'Poor thing,' he thought to himself and then the monster chuckled. Oh sure, you can whip the spit out of her but she gets a little sleepy and now she's 'poor thing'? 

He undressed Lady and brushed her down once more before returning her to her stall. He tossed in her dinner and scooped out half a can of grain for dessert before checking her water. 

"It's a little low, Miss La- " Holy shit, WATER! It had been well over a day since Lindsay had had anything to drink. Now her deadened sleep and shakiness made perfect sense. With all the alcohol and medicine she'd consumed, she had to be half-dead with dehydration. 

He bolted the horse's gate and dashed up to the house, through the back door, and into the kitchen. He cursed the tap for not running faster as he filled a pitcher with cool well water. He grabbed a glass from the cupboard and hurried back down the hill, being careful not to spill. He fumbled with the padlock on her gate and then hesitated a moment after entering, remembering what had happened the last time he got too close to her; but her breathing was slow and her skin was flushed with no more sign of sweat. 

He went to her side and slowly knelt down on the ground next to her cot. He poured a glass from the pitcher and her eyelids flickered at the familiar sound. He worked one hand underneath her head and lifted it slightly, allowing a small amount of water to trickle over her full lips. She stirred a little and opened her mouth, allowing him to help her drink. The process was tedious, but he was able to get her to drink the entire glass. He decided to leave the rest nearby for when she woke, she'd had enough to sustain her. 

As much as he knew she needed the rest, he couldn't quite bring himself to leave yet. He had never been as close to her as he was now and, while he wouldn't have imagined it possible, she was lovelier than ever. Very gently, so as not to wake her, he ran the tip of one finger along the side of her face. He traced it down her neckline and out over her collarbone to her shoulder. 

He allowed a few more fingers to perch there for a moment before continuing down her side. He admired the delicate curve of her waist and hips, rubbing back up to her shoulder. He brought his fingers down her arm and finally dropped them to brush the underside of her breast. She sighed a little but did not wake as he began to caress her puffy pink nipple. He teased it to life before setting to work on the other one. 

His need strained in his pants and his unoccupied hand undid his belt and jean buttons for the second time today. He rose to his knees before her and gently placed the head of his penis in front of her slightly cracked lips. The feel of her hot breath nearly melted him. He placed his hand gently back on her hip and began to trace her panty-line. He was grateful then that she had been wearing a thong when he had taken her as he was now able to run is fingers along the crack of her ass. 

Her skin was so smooth and her breath so hot, he felt that any moment he would lose control and just take her right then and there. He moved his hand lower, wrapped it behind where her legs were curled up, and was amazed to find her panties soaked. Taking extreme caution to be gentle and not wake her, he hooked his finger around the thin fabric of her underwear and rubbed his finger in the slickness. 

A drop of precum fell from his head and onto her bottom lip. To his astonishment, she licked it off and he felt that he was about to lose his mind. He pulled his fingers away quickly and replaced his pants, tucking his erection up into his belt. He needed to get out of here before he took it too far. He backed away from her and then, remembering that he kept a bottle of lotion in the tack room, had a better idea. He was gone for only a moment and when he returned, he found that she had rolled onto her back, exposing her full breasts to him. 

Knowing that if he touched her again, he would surely lose control, he moved instead to stand by her feet. He stared down at her for a moment before deciding to chance it. He removed the blade from his pocket for the second time today and knelt down between her now spread legs. He reached out and gently pulled the fabric of her panties away from her and in one quick motion, split her thong vertically down the center. 

When he released the delicate fabric it came down and split open, exposing the pink folds of her pussy. They were glittering with wetness and Chad quickly drew back to keep himself from touching her. He knelt down once more and lowered his pants to his knees. His cock stood out before him, quivering with anticipation. He applied the lotion liberally, never taking his eyes off of the sight before him. 

She was amazing. Her inner lips flowered out past the outer ones, looking so inviting. He began to work himself, imagining lowering his face to suck on them, to draw the obvious wetness into his mouth. His eyes wandered up to watch the steady, rhythmic rise and fall of her breasts, indicating that she was still asleep. The thrill of being here at last, of having her so close to his dick was unbelievable. He imagined the day that he would finally feel her from the inside. 

As he dreamed, he pumped harder; but as he pumped harder the urge to touch her grew and grew. The monster began to growl hungrily, he wanted to taste her too, to feel her around him too. And why shouldn't we? it purred. We took her, she's ours now, what is stopping us? Chad's pumping slowed as he started to agree. He reached out with his free hand once more and ran his finger down her exposed slit. 

It slid with ease up and down but the stimulation caused Lindsay to shift her position on the cot. To his amazement though, she spread her legs a little further, allowing him to see her glistening hole for the first time. It looked so small and so wet. Come on, man, she's just asking for it! Take her, just do it already! 

Chad was working himself furiously now as he continued to stroke up and down her soft pink folds. Finally, he could take it no more. He allowed first the tip, then the second knuckle, and finally the whole thing to sink into her. She felt so tight, even on just one finger, he couldn't even begin to imagine how she would be able to fit more than that. The thought of her being stretched out around him did it. Chad shot hot cum under the cot and quickly withdrew his hand to cover his mouth from releasing a sound that might wake her. The sudden sweet and salty smell of her on his finger just redoubled his orgasm, and he let out a low grunt of ecstasy. 

Lindsay began to turn over on the cot and he thought he saw her eyes flutter open, but she seemed to be back asleep immediately. Chad grinned stupidly. He had just been inside of his filly, in a sense. After weeks and weeks of torment, he knew what she felt like. Standing, he adjusted his pants and kicked some straw over the evidence of his invasion. 

Oh yeah, this was so worth it. 

He turned to leave the barn, deciding that it was dinner time. With all of this 'exercise', he had certainly worked up an appetite. He took a little detour on his way to the kitchen and headed around to the front of the farmhouse instead. 

"Hey big guy, how's it going?" The wiry-haired dog wagged his tail in welcome of the 'food and water guy'. 

"You want a steak?" The dog cocked his head and then stood, stretching and shaking out his fur. He untied the mutt's tether and led him into the house to start preparing the meat for the grill. 

***** 

Author's Note: I know that this was still too short and I'm sorry. I decided to end it here for a few reasons but the good news is that I am already into Chapter 6 - Whoop whoop! You may not have to wait as long as I had initially predicted. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it, and be sure to leave your thoughts if you have any. Thank you all for sticking with me thus far; until next time.



To Break a Filly Ch. 06



He came to her in the night while she slept. She woke when she heard the heels of his boots approaching but she remained calm and still. She didn't want him to know just yet that she was awake. She had been waiting, knowing that he would come to her and now that he had, she wanted to see what his next action would be. He stood staring down at her for the longest time. Lindsay could feel the cowboy's eyes roaming her body once more, admiring every curve as he had earlier the previous day. The excitement she felt at being watched so blatantly was creating a warm tension in her stomach. 

Curious to find out exactly how far she could push his obvious desires, she decided to play her own little game. She rolled onto her back, showing off her full breasts. Her nipples betrayed her, standing erect though the night air was warm and humid. She didn't dare open her eyes but imagined his half-smirk as clearly as if she were looking directly at him. She allowed the leg closest to him to fall over the side of the cot, hoping to casually spread her legs and offer him the opportunity to see her wetness for himself. He took the bait. 

She heard him quietly close in on her, heading straight for the spot between her legs. She continued to feign sleep. He came to rest at her feet, drinking in the sopping sight before him. Pushing him further, she stretched her fingers down to rest on her sensitive mons. This motion, forced her elbows to straighten and her breasts to come together. From his vantage point, she imagined that he would have a wonderfully irresistible view of her cleavage. He knelt down and reached out a finger to touch her. 

Unlike Jake, he didn't warm her up or even warn her body of his approach; he simply plunged one large finger into her needy pussy. She groaned and rocked forward onto him. Her eyes snapped open and locked in on his. There it was, that gorgeously arrogant smile. His knowing expression only sought to drive her need even higher. In her best seductive voice, she whispered, "Ride me, cowboy." 

Lindsay woke with a start, gasping for air. She was alone in the barn, no sign of him anywhere. Her breathing was labored, her head was throbbing, and much to her chagrin she felt a hint of disappointment. It was just a dream. Before she could even begin to hate herself for her dark fantasies, she noticed a pitcher of water in the straw next to her cot. Her throat burned at the sight of it. She rolled onto the floor and shakily began to pour herself a glass which she dropped almost instantly. Fuck it! She lifted the pitcher to her lips and began to throw back gulp after swig. It felt so cool and soothing that she wanted to cry. 

After downing half of the pitcher's contents, she began to feel sick. She set it down between her legs and tried to focus on deep breathing. It was no use. A few moments later her stomach turned on her, emptying its contents onto the barn floor. Thankfully she hadn't eaten anything since... a few chips at Churros, maybe?... so it was only water. When she recovered from her bout of illness, she started in again on the pitcher, this time being careful to take small sips and wait in between. She was able to keep down the second half and was absolutely amazed with how much better she felt. Her hands were steady, her mind was clear, and in her current situation that was all she could really hope for. 

She sat back on her heels and felt something poke her between her legs. Looking down she was horrified to find that her panties had been sliced open down the center. She was staring down at her naked self. That son of a bitch... he raped me! But that was wrong, she would know if she'd had sex, wouldn't she? Maybe not. She reached down between her thighs and felt slick moisture there, but when she lifted her fingers to her nose, she didn't smell of sex, only of her own scent. She reasoned that it was probably from her dream. The one we're not going to talk about, deal? Deal. 

The panties, however, were a different issue. The slice was a clean cut and probably came from the same knife that removed her bra, of that she was relatively certain. Lindsay searched herself and was surprised to find that she didn't feel as violated by this action as she felt she should. The man was sick, but he obviously had some twisted level of restraint. Maybe... Let's not go there, Linds. 

Distracting herself, Lindsay stood and walked over to the gate. The interior of the barn was beginning to turn a pinkish color and if she could count on the cowboy for consistency, she knew that he would be down soon. She looked across the way and her barn-mate appeared to have the same idea. The mare, too, had come forward and was hanging her head out of the stall staring straight at the door through which he would enter. 

Lindsay had always loved horses but her father had never been much on travelling outside of the city. She'd read every book in the library on them and made a point of watching any movie with a horse on the cover, but she'd never been this close to one before. The mare's big brown eyes and long dark lashes were hypnotizing. Lindsay could see so much intelligence and spirit behind them and it only heightened her desire to be closer. She clicked her tongue at the beautiful mare and cooed, "Hey, girl." 

The horse ignored her, clearly not interested in any distractions so close to breakfast. As if on cue, the door swung open and the cowboy entered. Less afraid now that she was pretty certain his intentions weren't to rape or kill her, Lindsay stayed by the gate. As he drew closer to the mare's feed, she was able to appreciate his attire. It was surprisingly clean and crisp. He wore a pair of dark wash blue jeans, a brown belt with a large silver buckle, and a grey plaid long-sleeve button up shirt. Atop his head was the iconic white hat, a Stetson by the look of it. The only signs of work on the man were his dusty and worn leather boots. He stroked the mare's nose in greeting, whispering in his molten-chocolate voice to her, before breaking off her hay and tossing it to the back of the stall. 

He turned in Lindsay's direction and she debated a few snarky comments before deciding to wait for his move. She expected him to crank her rope tight as he had yesterday, so she was surprised when he grabbed a line of rope off of the floor instead. He began to wind it up and created a lasso. When he had finished, he looked up at her, half-smirk shining in the morning light. He advanced toward her and for every forward step he took, she took one back. He undid the padlock and opened the gate, entering with confidence and never taking his eyes off of her. 

They faced off; she stood in the center of the stall and he stayed by the gate. He left it open behind him and Lindsay began to calculate her odds of getting past. He was so tall and his arms long and strong. She knew that she wouldn't be able to sprint around him but she may be able to incapacitate him again and try her luck that way. She was practically naked and wouldn't make it far on foot, but there had to be a phone nearby and if not that then perhaps a vehicle. 

It only took her a second to roll through her options in her head and it all seemed too circumstantial. He dropped the arm holding the rope and began to spin the lasso in a lazy circle by his side. Instinct told her that he was going for her neck. She ducked her chin a bit, never breaking eye contact and began to back away more quickly this time. The last thing she wanted was for him to have a means of choking her from a distance. As she reversed, he advanced along the wall. Corner, Lindsay, you're about to be cornered. With that realization, her options were whittled down to one. Run. 

She kicked a chunk of straw up at him and bolted for the gate. He made no move to stop her; perhaps she had caught him off guard. I can't believe this is actually wor- She reached the end of her rope and the harness threw her back into the stall. She landed on her back near the far wall of the cage and her head whipped backward onto the floor. Despite the generous layer of straw, her vision became blurry and her ears began to ring. It was then that she saw the lasso loose from the cowboy's hand, but rather than circle her neck, it came in around her legs and tightened on her knees. Crap. He pulled back on the line to ensure that it was secure before moving in on her. 

He placed his hand on the back of her neck and lifted her into a sitting position. Through the stars, she was able to make out his fading eyes and read a level of concern there that she thought odd. She tried to wiggle away but it was of little use. With the harness, the wrist bindings and now her locked knees, she was at his mercy. He reached behind her and undid the rope responsible for yesterday's suspension from the harness. She felt his arms slide underneath her legs, cradle her, and lift her into the air as though she weighed no more than the straw on which she had lain. 

This close to him she could smell the mint of his breath and the tan of his skin. As he held her, she could feel the defined tone of his muscular abdomen and barrel chest. He was intoxicating until she remembered who he was and where she was. She did the only thing left to her defense. She turned her head and sunk her teeth into his shoulder. 

"HEY!" he shouted, dropping her back down to the ground. She was prepared for the impact and tucked her chin to protect her head. Landing flat on her back knocked the wind out of her and she let out a soft grunt as the air was expelled violently from her lungs. 

While she fought to draw in a new breath, she observed a satisfying ring of red sprinkled on his shirt where her teeth and torn it. He looked crossly down at her, like a father would a disobedient child, but said nothing. He turned and left the stall, exiting her field of view. She struggled into a sitting position and wiggled until her back was against the wall. The gate sat open before her, taunting her incapacity. Her breathing was labored from the dual falls and from the effort of righting herself. 

A few minutes later she heard him returning and she steeled herself for the whip again. But when he came into view, it was not in sight. Instead, he held a metal horse's bit that wasn't attached to a bridle. The center of the mouthpiece was wrapped in the same blue bandage he had used on the mare's tail and looped through each silver ring was a short leather strap, creating a perfect circle. 

"You cannot be serious. You are not putting that thing in my mouth," she told him matter-of-factly as he knelt down beside her. As soon as the words had passed her lips, the back of his hand whipped down to spank her bare hip. She yelped in surprise and glared at him. "What the hell-" Again he spanked her, but with a little more emphasis on the snap. 

He grabbed her chin roughly, turning her until their eyes met. The hardness she saw there was vaguely familiar and he spoke in a firm, commanding tone. "You would do well to not speak out of turn." 

Lindsay tried to jerk out of his grasp, but it was too strong. He began to slide his long fingers from her chin up her jawline until they came to rest on the joint at the back of her cheeks. He moved the bit up to rest against her lips and pushed down on the joint. The pressure was resistible at first but he gradually applied more of it and the muscles of her face started to tire. She felt her teeth part a little and once the seal was broken, the floodgates seemed to pour open. Mere seconds after the pressure had started, she felt the stretchy fabric sliding across her tongue. 

He reached around behind her and tightened the strap, testing its fit. When he seemed satisfied, he drew back to watch her. She chomped down on the bit trying to close her mouth, but the wrap was too thick for her to do much of anything. "Eeoo fuuh uhh a biiiih!" She tried to curse at him, but the son-of-a-bitch didn't get it. 

His expression looked pained for a moment like he was trying to hold something back and then he burst out laughing. Her face flushed, burning hot with embarrassment and she could feel tears coming forward, threatening to underline her weakness. His laughing stopped and he reached out to grab her chin again. She tried not to look at him for fear of what he might see in her. When she felt she had the tears under control she chanced a glance upward and met a surprising softness. In his sickeningly sweet tone he said, "I know this must be hard, but I promise it can come out as soon as you learn some manners." 

Lindsay didn't know what to make of his words, but she nodded her acknowledgement impulsively. Before she had the opportunity to figure out what the hell that was about, he cradled her once more and carried her out of the stall. He walked her a short distance up the barn aisle and set her on her feet. It took her a moment to plant herself, but he held her shoulders while she did so. 

He took her wrists in his hands and began to fiddle with the ropes. As he worked, he reassumed the commanding voice, "The bindings are going to prevent you from running, so I would suggest that you remain still and allow me to bathe you." 

"Baaee meh?" 

He raised one dark eyebrow and shot her a quick side glance. "Yes, 'bathe you'. You're a mess." 

He had her hands undone now to where only a single length of rope circled each wrist. He took one of her arms out to her side and attached it to the same cross tie that he had used while grooming the mare the day before. He repeated the action on the other side and Lindsay began to panic. He pulled out a second pair of ropes and attached them to either ankle. 

The cowboy's next bit of business was to loosen the lasso from around her knees. As soon as they were free she drove one of her legs up into his face, but he dodged it with ease. He caught it in his hand and stepped off to the side, attaching it to one of the stall posts. She thought she heard him mutter "they always kick you" as he did so. He performed the same task on the other leg and then stood back to admire her stance. She was strapped spread eagle with her legs split to a near uncomfortable width and her hands suspended from the ties above. 

Seeming pleased, he turned and exited the barn, leaving her once more to her uncomfortable solitude. The muscles in her jaw were tiring of fighting the bit's width so she let them fall slack. There was no way to release her arms or legs from their strain, however. She had little choice but to wait it out. Through the crack in the now partly open door Lindsay could see that the barn sat at the bottom of the hill. There seemed to be no other structure, but she reasoned that somewhere near the top must be the cowboy's home. She couldn't hear any signs of traffic, only the faint sound of a dog barking in the distance. 

Ages later, the cowboy returned with a bucket of soapy water and a sponge. He placed them near her immobilized feet and pulled a blade out of the back pocket of his jeans. He stole a glance up at her face, almost apologetically before slicing away the remainder of her underwear. His eyes widened as he took in her nakedness for presumably the first time. Again, he seemed pleased. He bent down, wet the sponge, and circled around to her backside to start at the base of her neck. He squeezed the sponge causing the soap to run down the length of her spine before beginning a circular scrubbing motion. 

The sponge was soft and plush, not unpleasant in the least, and the water was wonderfully warm. Though his hands were rough and callused, his work was gentle. Under any other circumstances it would have felt like a loving caress. He paid careful attention to every inch of her exposed skin and despite the innate soothing it should have provided, Lindsay began to panic. She had done well thus far to control her emotions and focus on finding this man's weakness, namely her way out. 

Something more primal was taking over her mind and body that was entirely uncontrollable. She could no longer see him, it was only his touch that told her where he was and what he was doing. Each time he bent down to rinse and reload the sponge, she could feel the brim of his hat brush her outer thigh or his hot breath on her leg. To make matters worse, the combination of their proximity, the danger of her predicament, and the soft touch of the sponge was causing the heat to flood once more between her legs. 

He was working at her lower back when she felt the scrubbing stop. He paused but did not bend to refill the sponge. She twisted her neck, trying to see what the cowboy was doing behind her, but it was to no avail. She felt a touch then that was not the sponge, but the tip of one rough finger. He ran his thumb over the dimples in her back and she squirmed. They had always been so sensitive and she felt her core contract with the sudden rush of involuntary lust. 

"Mmmm, these are cute," he said and she could hear the appreciative smile in his tone. He didn't linger long on them, much to her gratitude, and set back to work on her bath. He circled the round globes of her ass, varying the pressure of his touch and clearly enjoying this section. 

Once he had finished with her backside, he ducked underneath her arm and came around to face her. He dropped the sponge into the bucket and lathered his hands instead. He stood and she did her best to kill him with her look, though she wasn't sure if she was angrier with the indignity of his idea of a "bath" or with herself for how much her body was responding to it. He brought his hands to her face and washed them over her forehead, around her eyes, and up behind her ears in one smooth motion. Then, he placed the palms of his hands on her cheeks and his thumbs on either side of her nose. She could smell now that the water had a floral scent to it... lavender or rose, maybe? He pulled his thumbs downward and over her lips, slowing a bit and appearing to savor it. 

He bent and retrieved the sponge and Lindsay willed her body to hide its betrayal of her. True that the cowboy had surprised her with his restraint thus far, but she didn't want him to believe that she was gleaning any pleasure out of his actions. He worked patiently and mercilessly down her front, using the same circular pattern over her breasts as he had her ass. This time she could see the hungry look in his eyes as he watched her puffy pink nipples tease to attention at his touch. His expression remained stoic and he moved on quickly after their transformation. Even though his time on her bust had been relatively short-lived, it still sent a flutter through her stomach, a flush to her cheeks, and a throb to her... 

He reached her hips and dropped to one knee. He was staring into her nether region now and Lindsay looked to the ceiling of the dusty barn, praying that he wouldn't find what she knew to be there. One more soaking of the sponge and then she could feel it pressing into her slit. He started at the front, separating her outer lips and taking extra care to clean every delicate fold. The intensity of his gaze and the care of his touch was maddening. Shots of electricity were firing and her sensitive nub began to ache with primal desire. His hands never left the sponge and when he finally moved down to her inner thighs, Lindsay had to stop herself from groaning her frustration. 

This is the monster who kidnapped you, you freaking idiot! He locked you in a barn, tied you up, took off all of your clothes, whipped you, and has been touching you without your consent for the last forty-eight hours. Are you seriously considering actually WANTING him to touch you?! Her head was screaming sense, logic, and reason to her, but her pussy was telling a different story. It was reminding her how much she enjoyed being desired and being touched. It was telling her how attractive this man was with his tanned skin, sexy stubble, and sinewy muscles. It was imagining how well his apparent mix of soft and hard might play out in a physical encou- STOP! That's it, you're freaking insane. You've completely lost- 




To Break a Filly Ch. 06



A cold spray of water hit her stomach in an icy blast. She gasped and snapped her eyes away from the ceiling, losing all trains of thought. She was being hosed down. The process was short, only about a minute, but it left Lindsay shuddering and sputtering. "Whaaa daa huw?!" she shouted ineffectively at his back as he wound the hose up onto the wall hanger. 

She received no response other than a half-smirk. When he was finished he came back to stand facing her. He crossed his arms over his chest and sighed while she shivered in the aftermath of her cold rinse. "Well girl, you're all clean, but I don't know if we're completely finished yet." 

He raised one eyebrow at her and then took a knee, this time very close to her. Lindsay looked down in horror and met his eyes as he removed his cap revealing a full head of wavy dark brown hair. He brushed it back out of his eyes with one hand and flashed her a dazzling but wicked smile. "This should warm you up." 

She felt his stubble graze the insides of her thighs and the tip of his tongue flick out to brush the flower of her still swollen lips. Just as his hands had been, so was his mouth. He moved over her pussy, patiently and attentively, sliding his tongue into every inch it could find. His hands came up between her legs to spread her ass cheeks and allow him greater access to her slit. Lindsay cried out and began to wiggle in protest. She twisted and turned but his lips were relentless and they sucked her in, holding her tight. 

The more that she struggled, the more she felt the knot began to build in her core. He was slow and steady in his work, lightly grazing his teeth over her clit and continuing the exploration with his tongue. Each time she would try to jerk away from him, she would only cause the pressure to increase and new sensations to pop up unexpectedly from either his stubble, his teeth, or his tongue. 

His hands began to knead into her ass now, rocking her back and forth and forcing her to ride his tongue. The roughness of those hands coupled with the stubble on his face were slightly painful so she allowed herself to be guided to avoid aggravating the feeling further, or at least that's what she was going to tell herself later. She felt it coming, the knot in her stomach was winding tighter and she began to rock over him furiously. She could feel her juices creating a slickness across his chin and she threw her head back, preparing for the release. 

*** 

Chad could feel it, the moment when her body switched from fighting him to enjoyment. She began to move over him, building speed and surrendering to the sensations he was providing. He removed his hands and dropped them to rest on his knees. She didn't react to the change and that's when he knew that she was close to her climax. It took everything he had in him to pull away, but he did so successfully. 

He moved out from underneath her, wiping his chin. Lindsay's head snapped back down to look at him with an expression of incredulity. He stood and smiled when her eyes widened in shock. There it was, he could see the disappointment buried in her gorgeous green eyes. Her cheeks were flushed a lovely shade of pink and her nipples stood out just inches from him. He placed one hand on her lower back, bridging the dimples he had found earlier, and one hand on the base of her neck. He leaned down to place his lips on her ear and made sure to press the length of the erection in his jeans against her tight belly. 

He whispered smoothly, "You must be starving. Let me make you something to eat." With that, he turned and made to leave the barn. He heard a few more words of her intelligible yelling at his back and was satisfied with his work. Bet you she misses me, the monster purred contentedly. 

*** 

Lindsay watched him go, shock, disappointment, and hatred all at war within her now. Her immediate need was tingling throughout her body and she couldn't deny how badly she wanted a release from the ache beneath her. Just above that need though, in the pit of her stomach, was an emptiness. She trembled and tears came to her eyes as she allowed what had just passed to wash over her. 

Despite the horrid nature of this monster who had stolen her and performed these unforgivable acts, she had permitted herself to want him. Not in a fantasy or in a dream but in his actual presence. She realized now that whatever hope of escape through him she may have held before was gone. Her lust had won out and shown that she was as weak as her primal desires. She hated herself for giving in so easily. 

Quit the pity party, bitch. Yes, you're an idiot. Yes, you're probably screwed. But the only thing worse than doing what you've already done would be to give up now and resign yourself to whatever sick situation he has in mind for you. You slipped, but you need to get over it. Once you're out of here you can worry about whatever stupid internal doubt arose from this incident. For now, woman up and think! 

As impossible as it seemed, Lindsay swallowed her tears and tried to redirect her focus. How to recover from this? The cowboy now knew that he had some level of control over her body and its responses. But to be fair, Lindsay had always had little control in that area. I mean you did give it up pretty easily to Jake, just saying... 

It was true. Growing up with a sister like Marie, Lindsay had always been cast in shadows. Marie was beautiful, frilly, and feminine and Lindsay had always considered herself to be boyish. So, the first boy to ever express interest in her had been the one to have her virginity as well. She was by no means loose and had only been with a few men over her years, but those that she did allow past her walls had had it all with ease. Lindsay was brilliant with barriers. She threw them up and kept them strong with ease. She was able to distance herself from emotions and focus on the necessities of life. 

This cowboy, this insolent monster had just proven to her that sex was apparently a kryptonite. No woman in their right mind would allow such an injustice as being tied up and teased by a maniac to be pleasurable... right? Lindsay doubted that. The body is a strange thing that never reacts the way it should. It's why a person might laugh at a funeral, cry when they're angry, shiver in the summer... There's nothing with me. But if that was true, then why did she feel so sick? 

The throbbing between her thighs had subsided and she hung limply in her restraints. Tears ran down the length of her nose and dripped onto the floor and the muscles in her jaw, legs, and arms ached from her strained position. Defeated, she resigned and asked herself the hardest question she had ever had to face. Why did you like it so much? 

That was it. The "why" she wanted to run from. She wasn't ready to answer it. She tried to think of anything and everything else. She begged every deity in the book for a distraction from this mess but none came. 

*** 

As Chad made his was back up to the farmhouse, he made a detour around to the front porch. His new doggy pal lifted its massive, mousey-grey head up and wagged its tail expectantly. It was the mutt who had given Chad the idea in the first place for his little bath-time stunt with Lindsay. He realized that no matter how much the creature didn't know, didn't trust, or even didn't like him, the dog would look forward to his arrival as long as it continued to be associated with the delivery of food. He figured that this might be a better approach to Lindsay's training than force. 

He did, of course, need to establish dominance early so that she didn't get any ideas of power and he continued to see the need to take the necessary precautions to restrain her; but perhaps she would be better won over if she were persuaded to enjoy his visits rather than fear them. Going all romantic on me now? the monster teased. Chad bent over and patted the dog on his head before leading him into the house. 

"Well, bud. What should we make your mom for lunch?" Chad asked the dog, heading over to open the refrigerator. The dog followed him, sticking its face into the cool air. He chuckled and opened the draw directly in front of the dog's nose, tossing out a piece of cheese. The mutt inhaled the morsel and return to the drawer hopefully. 

Surveying the contents of the fridge, Chad grabbed a variety of peppers, squash, zucchini, and greens as well as the catfish he had caught and cleaned early this morning. He set about chopping the vegetables while he melted a spoonful of butter in a saucepan and preheated the oven. He dumped his product into the pan to seal in the juices and quickly transferred them to the oven. He poured a healthy dose of oil into another pan and heated it up before fileting the catfish and breading the exterior.  

Twenty minutes later he was plating a few strips of beautifully fried fish and the roasted veggie medley. Cooking brought Chad more joy than anything else, almost everything else... He tossed another piece of cheese to the pup and started back down the hill to his filly. He was interested to see how she was faring and what she would think of her meal. As hopeless as he knew it was, he wanted her to enjoy it. 

*** 

Lindsay was growing tired of all of this waiting. Every time the cowboy left her, he seemed to do so in such a way that she ended up sore. Again, she was shaking with fatigue and frustration. She wanted so badly for him to return and set her loose once more. Not to mention that you really are starving. 

She had spent too long worrying about her lusty weaknesses before regaining her composure and was furious that she had lost it again to the aching in her body. She was so focused on every pinprick of pain in her muscles that she didn't notice him slip back through the still open door of the barn. Only when he was standing in front of her did she look up into his face. 

He towered over her stoically, unwavering in the force of her gaze. The man hunched down and untied her ankle. Not having the energy to struggle, she allowed him to place her foot back beneath her. It was a relief to be able to move, even minimally. In less than a minute she was completely free and, tired as she was, she stood before him unrestrained. She immediately reached up behind her own head and undid the straps to the bit in her mouth, removing it and dropping it to the floor. Lindsay rolled her tongue around and flexed her jaw, glad to be rid of it. 

She turned her attention up to the cowboy, not knowing exactly what to do now. She didn't want to speak for fear of the whip and the bit. She didn't want to move because for the first time in days she had all of her limbs restored to her own use. What she did want was food and she figured that her best chance of getting it was to wait for direction. Thankfully, she didn't have to wait long. 

"Go back to your bed, please." He offered it up as more of a suggestion than an order and so she turned and walked back towards the stall. She hesitated before the open gate. What are you doing? You are free; run! But she turned her mind off and entered the prison once more. This was not the time for that battle. Their little charade earlier had seemed to earn her some liberties, liberties that she wasn't ready to surrender so quickly. 

"Sit down," he told her politely and she complied. He did not follow her into the stall but turned toward the barn door, leaving the gate open behind him. Lindsay briefly contemplated making a run for it, however he returned before that thought had come to full fruition. In his hands was a plate and when he set it in front of her, she frowned down at it. It was a stunning compilation with a mouth-watering fragrance and she hated the monster for it. The last thing she wanted to do was enjoy his cooking too. 

As though he had read her mind, the cowboy handed her a fork and napkin and dared her in his molten-chocolate tone, "Enjoy." He left her there, this time closing and padlocking the gate behind him. He crossed the barn aisle and patted the dappled mare on the nose. He attached her halter as he had done the day before and led her out of the stall to the back door, which he opened. He gripped a piece of her mane, swung himself up onto her bare back, and the two of them took off onto the pasture. It was a beautiful sight, watching the horse's powerful legs carry them away with her tail flying behind her and Lindsay felt a twinge of jealousy. 

After they were out of sight, she glanced down at the plate in her hands. It smelled wonderful and her stomach growled with impatience. Minutes passed and she closed her eyes, allowing herself to indulge in the scent of it, but not moving to eat any. She knew that she should, logic told her that she needed strength and abstaining from food was not going to do her any good in the long run. However, given her recent failure at controlling her primal urges, she felt that the least she could do was prove a little willpower here. Though her stomach cringed at her, she took the plate over and set it on the floor by the gate. She gave it one last appreciative sniff before heading back to the cot. 

She began to stretch out her muscles, moving between various poses that worked out each irritating ache. She needed a better game plan for escape. This monster had exposed her underbelly and for all of her watching and reading, she had yet to see a weakness in him. Or hadn't she? Upon reflection, while he was vile and atrocious, the cowboy seemed to be genuinely concerned with her well-being even if it was only for his own personal use. She'd been here for two days now by her best guess and while it may have been delayed, he had provided her with appropriate sustenance and hygiene. 

It was too early for Lindsay to tell if this concern was due to his own self-interest or hers, but she felt relatively certain that her purpose here was not to be harmed. What does he want then? That was terrifying question number two for today. Obviously something sexual; before she had even known of her situation, she was stripped and restrained. This monster clearly had a few fetishes and she was to take part in them. If she was being honest with herself, this notion scared her more than if his intention were to beat or kill her. If sex was what he wanted, kinky sex, Lindsay's body was clearly up for it. 

Especially after what had happened this morning, it scared her to think about how much of this torture she might unwillingly enjoy. She wanted to hate it, but it wasn't like the food. She couldn't just put it down and walk away from it. She didn't have a choice and, as she had learned earlier, no matter how much she hated him, her body was going to betray her. This was where she realized how truly violated she felt. He wasn't just invading her body, he was invading her mind. He was challenging her to a losing battle on unfamiliar grounds and she was ill-prepared to even begin to put up a struggle. 

She began to cry silent tears. Lindsay thought of her sister, her father, and Chessie. She thought of Bud. What she wouldn't give to be back in the safe and familiar walls of her beautiful home with that goofy mutt's head resting in her lap. She looked back at her life wondering what on earth she had done to deserve an ending like this. She was stuck in a Dateline special with no foreseeable exit. She wallowed in a spiral of misery and despair for a long time. The sun moved across the sky casting shadows through the barn that walked their way across the straw floor of her cage and eventually her tears ran dry. 

She sat, hugging her knees to her chest when suddenly an image crossed her mind. It was not of her family or of this wretched hell, but of Derek. He was sitting at their kitchen table drinking his morning cup of coffee and reading the daily journal. She watched herself come up behind him and wrap her arms around his neck as though she were looking on this scene from the back door. He jumped a little, nearly spilling the hot beverage on his freshly pressed suit, but smiled all the same. He looked up at the figment of herself and gave her a warm, loving kiss. This shadow of Lindsay's previous life vanished. 

This was the first time she had allowed herself to think of Derek and the life they had shared. It brought her some inexplicable comfort and peace to know that at one point, she had controlled her life. She had made a decision to include a man in her future and that he had made it better for a time, regardless of how it had ended. That was when lightning struck in Lindsay's mind. 

True, she'd had no control over the choices Derek had made, whether he remained in her life or not. What she did have control over was how his choices affected her. It hurt that he had left so abruptly without so much as a goodbye, but that's not how she had to remember it. She could choose to remember this moment instead, the scene in the kitchen. She couldn't bring him back, but rather than focus on that failure, she could choose to see how much stronger she was for it. She had recovered on her own. She had taken care of herself regardless of the pain she felt inside. 

And she would do the same now. She did not have a say in whether or not she would be kidnapped. She did not have a choice in what this monster did to her. And you don't have a choice how your body responds. As much as it stung to admit, it was true. She did, however, have a choice on how it affected her. He may be able to wet her exterior, but she did not have to feel it inside. He did not have to invade her mind; that much she could control. She felt herself stand, as though she were in a trance. She walked to the center of the stall and bent to pick the suspension rope off the floor. She reached behind herself, feeling the loop through which he had been tying this rope and secured it herself. 

She sat down then, legs crossed and waited. She felt a surge of energy and strength and she sat upright in the straw. She knew what this would eventually lead to, but in the meantime, she was going to fight like hell. If he wanted her body, she was going to have to accept that he would take it, but never again was he going to take her mind. 

Game on, cowboy. 

*** 

Chad rode out to the herd and quickly separated the first of the newborn calves from its mother for inspection. The newborn couldn't be more than three weeks old, but he appeared to be growing quickly. His legs were strong and his hooves looked solid. Pleased with the baby's progression, he sought out the other. After a few minutes of searching in vain, he worried that it had been lost in the herd, but just then Lady swept to the right, seeing it on her own, and cut it out from the herd. He reached down to pat the mare's neck. She really was a wonderful horse. Once he was satisfied that the calf was in good health, he left the herd but rather than head back to the barn, he decided to take a detour. 

About five minutes riding out from the barn was the small lake where Chad did most of his fishing and Lady was able to cool off and play. When they arrived, she ran straight into the water. The tidal wave of her entry soaked Chad's clothing through and he barked out a laugh. She sucked up some water into her mouth and spit it out, nodding her head up and down to create an impressive shower. She began to paw at the surface with her foreleg and the motion jostled him from his seat, toppling him into the water. He righted himself and scrambled to shore, laughing the whole while. 

He plopped onto the grass and watched her romp around in the shallows. She was truly magnificent. Lost in her dazzling dappled coat, Chad's mind began to wander. He had turned a corner with his conquest today, one that he hadn't expected so quickly. He had been hesitant to press her this morning, but the monster inside of him was tired of just looking. He half regretted touching her so intimately with her conscious this early on, but the monster seemed to have been right. 




To Break a Filly Ch. 06



He could still taste her sweetness and feel her slender hips rocking across his face. The way that she had switched from reluctance to enjoyment had been spectacular. Her body had surrendered beautifully to his ministrations but the surprising part to him had been what had followed. He had expected her to have returned to her usual frisky self after their encounter but she had been so compliant. Granted, she must have been anticipating a meal but still it was very unlike her normal pattern of behavior to actually obey. 

Was she really so easily placated by sexual attentions? It would explain her encounter with a swine like Jake certainly. Lindsay was not the kind of woman, in his opinion, to settle for a man with such a flat personality as that shark in a suit unless she was truly desperate for an orgasm. It ruined her for him a bit to imagine her as been so crudely needy. Perhaps it was time for him to slow down and learn more about how she thought. He had been so focused up to this point on her surface emotions, fear and fight. You idiot, you have her right where you want her. A few more mindfucks like earlier and you'll have her begging to cum! 

He ignored the monster's roar. It had been right about many things, but he wanted to go deeper than her surface and her flesh. If her body was all that he had wanted, he could have taken it by now. He wanted her devotion, perhaps even her affection as impossible as it sounded, and that wasn't going to come from orgasms.. 

Lady had made her way out of the water and was grazing near the shore. Chad stood and approached her, patting her flank as he passed it. "How did you do it, girl? How did you decide that I, of all people, was the one you should be with?" Lady ignored him and continued to munch on her grass. He sighed, remounted his steed, and set off in the direction of home. 

He rode Lady all of the way into her stall before dismounting. He removed her halter and closed her gate before he noticed that Lindsay was no longer on her bed. Chad hung the halter and walked toward her stall to find her sitting cross-legged on the ground. She watched him with a large and eerie grin on her face. It was... wicked. 

He opened the gate and entered with the intention of binding her wrists before she got any ideas but heard a loud crunch with his first step. He looked down and saw the plate of food he had left behind smashed underneath his boot. He straightened and stared at Lindsay whose smile had vanished. 

"Gee, thanks. I was planning on eating that later," she told him bitterly. 

He hesitated, not sure what she was up to, before responding, "I'm quite certain that I told you it would be in your best interest to refrain from speaking out of turn, girl." 

"You did," Lindsay shrugged. "But I don't very much care what you think is in my best interest. Especially when it lands me in a place like this." She gestured to their surroundings. 

Annoyance bubbling up inside of him, Chad backed out of the stall and reached for the crop on the wall. As he did so, Lindsay stood and brushed bits of straw from her legs. She squared her shoulders and poised herself like a dancer, leveling her gaze directly into his eyes. He moved in closer and circled her, stopping abruptly behind her. He reached out to finger the knot at the back of her harness where the suspension rope had been reattached. 

Lindsay glanced back over her shoulder, "How'd I do?" 

Chad snapped and cracked the crop across her hip, but the she barely reacted. Instead, she stuck the opposite hip in his direction and asked coyly, "Would you like to even it out?" 

Without hesitation, he loosed the whip a second time on the side she had offered, putting a little more force behind it. She winced, but didn't jump. She centered her weight once more and stared straight ahead of her. "Feel better?" she murmured so that he could barely hear. 

It took him aback. No, he responded silently. He walked towards the gate, bent to pick up the remnants of the broken plate and ruined meal, and exited the stall. He locked it behind him, hung the crop back in its place, and departed. He didn't feel better at all. 

*** 

As the barn door closed behind the cowboy, Lindsay let out a deep breath. She'd done it. As far as she was concerned, she had won that battle. She examined the welt forming quickly on her hip; it was certainly the worst yet. But oh boy, was it worth it! She had two minor blemishes to show for having the last word. 

Lindsay felt a resurgence of power and confidence that she'd been lacking since... her makeover? Or maybe ever? It may have taken her a few days, but she'd found her fight and it wasn't with half-hearted physical struggles. If he wanted to wage war on her mind, she was going to play it right back at him. 

That's right, cowboy. Game fuckin' on! 

Author's Note: Thank you all for continuing to read this story and I do apologize for the delay. I promise that there won't be any more of this length. I would like to thank my volunteer editor LaGrish for helping me polish this chapter and for her peptalks. Thank you all who have commented and lent support over the months. I hope you all take a moment to let me know what you thought of TBAF Ch. 6! 

Now, on to 7...



To Break a Filly Ch. 07



The high from her success didn't last long as a new, horrifying need came over Lindsay. She needed to use the bathroom. She knew there was no way out of her stall and the last thing she wanted to do was call the cowboy back and tell him that she needed something from him. Swallowing her pride, she walked to the farthest corner from her bed and squatted down. But before anything started, she had an idea. The unintentional placement of her plate in front of the gate had led to a wonderful bit of frustration for the cowboy, why not do it again?

She repositioned herself over the same spot where the broken glass had been only moments before and relieved herself. It wasn't pleasant, it was humiliating, but it was all part of the game. At least that is what she told herself. She used a few chunks of straw and the last bit of water that was left in the pitcher to clean herself.

When she had finished, she walked to the back wall of the barn and tried to peek out through the cracks in the boards. She wasn't able to see much, but she could make out the field of wheat that surrounded the barn and, judging by the placement of the sun, she determined that she was facing south. It was midday and she began to pace along the wall, deciding what to do next.

She knew that she would need something to help with the passage of time or she was going to lose her mind here. She crouched down in the back corner of her stall and dug through the straw until she reached the dirt floor. She was disheartened to find that the wires composing the innermost walls of her cage had been encased in concrete. Any effort to pull up the barrier would be useless.

She looked around her and realized that only her stall had been wired in. If the monster had prepared this space specially for her, then there was a good possibility that he hadn't dug the wires down very deep, only enough so that they couldn't be pried up from the floor. If that was true, maybe - just maybe she would be able to dig underneath it.

She started to paw at the ground, only to find that the dirt was too compacted for her to break through with her fingers. She glanced around the stall and found nothing that would be of use to her. She covered the ground, frustrated, and returned to sit on her cot. As she stared at the gate in front of her, willing it to burst into flames or fall apart or really anything that would let her out, an idea occurred to her.

She crossed once more to the area where she had done her business and, very carefully so as not to touch any of it, she rooted around in the straw. After a minute she smiled to herself. There it was; a piece of broken plate about three inches wide and four inches long gleaming up at her from below. She picked it up and carried it over to test its effectiveness. She placed the smooth, curved edge of the shard in the palm of her hand so as not to cut herself and began to scratch at the surface of the hard dirt. It made a notable impression in the ground. However small and insignificant, it gave Lindsay another small shot of accomplishment.

She had to work slowly so as not to break the glass in her hand but after half an hour of digging, she had made a small hole about six inches deep. She sat back on her heels and dropped the shard into the hole, covering it all with straw. She took extra care to make sure that it was leveled out and concealed well.

Lindsay was feel proud of herself, until she tried to stand. Her head immediately began to spin and she collapsed against the wall, leaning for a moment before sliding completely back to the floor. She was incredibly light headed and covered in sweat and dust. You should have eaten something. Her inner monologue was not helping right now, chastising her for what she was already well aware of.

She wasn't going to make it back to the cot. She was too lightheaded and trembling all over. She sat on the floor and wiped the dust off of her arms, knees and face so as not to give away her activities to the cowboy. Once she was satisfied with her appearance, she allowed her eyes to close and waited for the cowboy's return - hoping it would be accompanied by another chance at a meal.

***

Jake had awoken earlier than usual that morning after a night of restless sleep. It had been days since his night at Lindsay's and upon reflection, he thought that the encounter had gone over very well. Granted, dinner was a little awkward but how exactly is a man supposed to bring up serious intentions for the direction of a relationship that hadn't even begun yet? True he could have at least made better small talk, but that had never been his area of expertise.

His life was a rags to riches story. Having an innate sense of the inner-workings of a capitalist society from a young age, Jake had quickly realized that he was built for an entrepreneurial lifestyle. He had left his job at Goldman Sachs after only a few months and began his first business venture. He employed a few of his high school friends and set up a delivery service for groceries, office supplies, and other regularly purchased goods. He quickly expanded across the state of Texas and captured the market. The excess capital raised eventually led to the purchasing of failing businesses which were then sold off in pieces at a very large profit.

Only a few years of doing this found Jake Snyder once again bored with the mundane schedule of his daily acquisitions, and he decided that he would rather buy rising businesses and keep them for himself. This was how he had become the shark that he was today. Offers came to him in the form of young entrepreneurs needing investments to fund their start-ups and Jake would simply buy a controlling share of the firm, as they were in no position to bargain, and sit back collecting the benefits of his money and their hard work.

He was a direct man whose only concerns were the bottom line and closing the deal. These qualities leaked out of his professional life into his personal life and many women had, upon this realization, been disappointed. Too many women seem to be concerned with the many wandering paths of love that include small gestures, intimate conversations, and trivial displays of affection that reassure them their feelings are reciprocated. This was not how Jake operated.

He understood that a relationship was much like a business. It was a living entity that had to be fed or it would fail. However, he knew that buying a new coffee maker for the office or hosting a potluck every third Friday of the month was not the type of "food" that determined the longevity of a business. From that logic, he believed that a relationship required three areas of regular sustenance to succeed: clear established roles for all participants, equal collaboration towards a common goal, and a controlling partner. Any other structure would not optimize the contentedness of that relationship.

Women did not seem to appreciate this approach, not most women anyway. They were unable to see the benefits of his way, namely their freedom to go about their day however they pleased and to reap a percentage of the "benefits" that he acquired on his own. He was very giving in every aspect of a relationship, provided that his rules were followed. He hadn't passed through many women partners in his adulthood as most typically turned tail and ran when presented with his proposed relationship terms, though a few had lingered.

One such participant was Gabrielle Chase. This particular morning, Jake was feeling the need for a bit of company, so he picked up his cellphone and paged her. As he knew would happen, he received a call in less than the allotted five minute response window.

"How may I be of assistance today, sir?" her sultry voice rang in his ear.

"I need you here at your earliest convenience."

"I am dropping my children off at school, sir; I can be there in thirty minutes."

"You have twenty," Jake snapped his phone closed and set it on the kitchen counter. He stared out at the balcony of his penthouse, remembering the night that he had brought Lindsay onto it for dinner. It had taken hours for his staff to decorate the area with candles and twinkle lights, rose petals and lilies. The chef had prepared a special four course meal and the string quartet had performed at their finest. Yet, through it all, Lindsay had remained unimpressed.

Perhaps that was why he hadn't heard from her. He tried to imagine why she wouldn't have called. Never once had a woman turned away from him before he had even had the opportunity to make his proposal. Perhaps she was playing a game with him, testing how much effort he would put into pursuing her. This tactic had never worked in the past on Jake, but for some reason this woman's silence was maddening. He had debated reaching out to her time and time again but that would place him at a disadvantage that he wasn't ready to risk.

Exactly twenty minutes later, Jake heard a knock at his front door. He opened it to find Gabrielle standing there in high-waisted jeans and a plaid button up shirt that had been knotted

beneath her braless bust. Her wispy blonde hair had been piled on top of her head and wrapped in a red bandana that perfectly matched the color of her lips. She knew by now that Jake preferred her "pinup mom" look and she was certainly playing to that.

"Good girl," he told her, stepping aside to allow her to enter. She kept her eyes downcast as she entered and glided to the center of the living room.

His apartment was very large and open with twenty foot ceilings that allowed in plenty of light from the all-glass outward facing wall of the skyscraper. It was modestly decorated in dark silvers and blacks with a shiny finish. The first floor consisted of a large living space, chef's kitchen, and an office which was the only walled-off area in the otherwise studio space. A floating staircase on the far wall lead up to the second floor balcony that housed what could be described as his "master bedroom", though he rarely slept there.

He closed in on Gabrielle until he was standing inches in front of the woman and he could see her shudder in anticipation. He considered her for a moment, trying to decide what he most needed today. Control.

"Upstairs," he commanded and she turned to obey without a word. He followed her, admiring her figure as she walked up the staircase before him. For a mother of three, she had kept herself in impeccable form - though it was nothing compared to the slender figure of his most recent partner. He forced himself to redirect his thoughts to the willing woman present; after all, he had invited her over as a much needed distraction.

When they reached the top, she centered herself at the foot of his bed, spread her legs to shoulder width, and folded her hands behind her over her lower back keeping her head down, eyes cast to the floor. He leaned against the balcony rail and instructed her to strip.

Knowing the routine all too well, the woman slowly untied the knot of her shirt and shrugged it off of her narrow shoulders. She undid the button of her jeans and slid them down over curvy hips and thighs revealing her full nudity. Her breasts hung a little lower after each child she had borne, though they were ample sized, and she kept her mound neatly groomed, something that Jake wished she would simply rid herself of - though Gabrielle had once explained that her husband preferred it that way and he had allowed her to keep it in the interest of discretion. She bent, picking up her discarded garments and folding them, before placing the pile underneath the bed, out of harm's way. When she was finished, she reassumed her pose facing the balcony and waited quietly for her next instructions.

Normally, this series of motions would have led to a stirring of excitement inside of Jake, but he felt a little tired of the routine. He needed to change things up a bit if he wanted to distract his thoughts and refocus them on this waiting beauty. He turned and strode to the far side of the room to the place where he kept his chest full of toys. He selected a roll of red latex tape and carried it back to Gabrielle, slipping between her and the bed so that he was standing immediately behind her.

"Move forward," and she did. They walked in perfect synchronicity to the rail and when her thighs were touching its bars, she stopped. He wrapped one long arm around her waist and guided her back a few steps, nibbling on her neck and feeling the goosebumps rise up on her tanned skin. Keeping his arm wrapped around her, he placed his other hand between her shoulder blades and bent her forward until her neck rested on the ledge. He moved around to her front and delicately secured her neck to the bar with the tape he had taken earlier. He brought each of her hands forward and placed them on either side of her head.

"Do not remove your hands from the railing or you will be punished; do you understand?"

"Yes, master," she whispered. Closing her eyes, the faintest hint of a smile crossed her lips.

He returned to his chest and picked out a spreader for her legs and a larger ball gag for her pretty little mouth. For good measure, he also grabbed a few weighted clamps and a light switch. He affixed all of the attachments to their respective body parts, placing the clamps on each of her nipples and on the outer lips of her pussy. She twinged a little at each of his touches but she didn't make a sound in either protest or pleasure and she did not remove her hands from the bar. An idea struck Jake and he retrieved one last item from his chest full of sins.

He ran the large feather down the length of Gabrielle's spine and over the curve of her beautifully presented ass. She squirmed under its touch but made not a sound. He started again, this time at the outside of her knee, up past her hip, along her ribcage, under her arm and down to her elbow. It proved a success. The feather had nearly finished its trek when she let out a giggle and he quickly responded with the switch across the back of her legs. She jumped and dropped her hand from the bar to reach behind her and he brought the switch up to snap across her belly.

She replaced her hand on the bar and waited for more. Gabrielle was not as appreciative of pain as some of the other women were and he respected that, but these little games were as much about her limits as they were for her pleasure. He started the feather again down the same path it had taken before and she squirmed but held herself to a few small squeaks and nothing more. He stroked it up and down the backs of her legs and she quivered under its tickling touch.

When he was satisfied that she was in control of herself, he decided it was time for a little reward. He removed the gag from her mouth, grabbed the wand that was kept plugged into the wall near his bed, and placed it between her legs. As soon as she felt the vibrations, the woman began to chant appreciatively, "Thank you, sir. Thank you." He stroked her hair and kissed her back as she rocked over the wand's head. When she felt that she was near her climax she asked, "May I please cum, master?"

"Not yet, pet." He removed the wand and clamps and untied her neck from the rail. She immediately straightened, resuming the position she was trained to hold when not otherwise staged by her master. "To the bed; lie on your belly." She complied and he fetched his favorite restraint. He slipped a cuff onto each wrist and ankle and then brought them together with a four-way hog tie clip. He placed the gag once more between her lips and kissed her cheek. "Such a lovely lady you are.

He moved between her legs and undid his pants. His now rock hard cock sprang out from the constricting trap it had been concealed in and he began to stroke it as he admired the pink, glistening lips before him. Jake reached up for a pillow from the top of the bed and slid it under her hips. He rubbed the swollen head of his penis up and down her ready slit, teasing both of them and she wriggled welcomingly against him. He entered her painfully slow. Inch by agonizing inch, though she was nowhere near as tight as... He stopped there, focusing on the woman he was currently penetrating.

He needed to go a bit further if he was going to be successful here, so he reached up to grab her hair. With one hand knotted in it and one hand held fast over her restraints, he leaned down and bit the inside of one of her feet. She squealed, trying to kick away from him and he slammed his length into her as a warning to keep still. His tongue worked over her arch tickling her as he pulled himself gently out of her velvety folds.

He teased her entrance with just the tip of his cock and she groaned longingly. Greed was not something he liked to encourage in his women. He slammed back into her, causing her to slide up the bed a bit. When this happened, his teeth scraped along her foot and she shrieked again, trying to withdraw. He released her foot but slammed into her furiously a few times to get the point across. He felt himself tightening but was nowhere near wanting to be done with her yet.

He removed himself completely and stood up from the bed. He grabbed behind her knees and spun her so that she was facing sideways. He circled around to stand in front of her and pulled her forward so that her shoulders were aligned with the edge of the bed. Removing the ball from her mouth, he replaced it with his shaft. Her warm tongue teased the underside of his head for a moment before he started pressing in.

This was Gabrielle's specialty. He entered her throat completely and he could feel her swallowing to allow herself to adjust to his girth. A few more pumps and she was completely warmed up; he was able to thrust into her with considerable force, though he was very careful to pause and allow her to breath. Each time she would let him know that she was again ready for him by playfully licking and sucking his balls. When he felt himself tightening once more, he stopped his assault.

Unclipping the hogtie he instructed her to roll onto her back. She did so willingly. She looked up at him with dark green eyes that were too familiar for his comfort so he rectified the situation by blindfolding her. He reached under the bed and pulled forth the corner restraints, securing each of her limbs to them. She lay before him, spread eagle and blinded to whatever was coming next. He watched her tremble, waiting for his touch and felt a resurgence of control. It was a beautiful feeling, to be bound so intimately to this woman's pleasure and pain. She was completely trusting him to care for her in ways that no man ever had. He knew her body, her mind, and her soul and she knew that while he could do whatever he pleased with them, it would all be to please her in the end.

He loved her in the only way he knew how. He removed the remainder of his clothes and climbed onto the bed. He poised his ready cock between her legs once more and slid inside of her with ease. He lay down on top of her gently, buried deep inside of her warmth and kissed her neck. She moaned and arched her back up to meet him.

"Tell me what you want, pet," he whispered into her ear.

"Master, I want you to kiss me," she answered quickly and hungrily. So he set his mouth between her breasts and kissed her chest, up her neck and onto her lips. She tried to suck him in, to hold him there in her need but he would not allow her greed and he thrust furiously into her. She broke their embrace with a gasp and quickly apologized. "I'm sorry, sir."

"Patience, pet," he told her. "What would you like for me to do now?"

"Master, I would like for you to fuck my needy pussy." She said it so sweetly that he nearly smiled. He responded though, thrusting into her depths. She was gloriously wet and with each motion he made to pull out, she clenched down on him, trying to keep him inside of her. The sensation was spectacular, as though she was sucking him in deeper. It was so warm. He built speed and force and as he did so, her moans became more primal and she started again in her chant. "Thank you, sir. Thank you."




To Break a Filly Ch. 07



He could feel her stomach tightening against his and he knew that she was close. "What would like now, pet?"

"Please, master. May I come?" She cried out, her tone begging him to allow it.

He waited, riding her high and anticipation, forcing her to wait. He leaned back so that he was upright, fucking her fast and hard from above. He reached down with one long thumb and began to make rapid circles over her sensitive clit. "Yes, pet. You may." She arched her back and stopped breathing, her mouth agape and the walls of her pussy spasmed over his shaft. She rolled in her orgasm and he fought against her pleasure, holding out on his own. He slammed into her and pinched her clit, throwing her further into her blinding ecstasy. When she finally came down, he pulled himself out. The head of his cock was swollen and purple, seconds more of stimulation would have had him releasing his seed into a very fertile situation.

He untied her hands and legs and removed her blindfold. Knowing what came next she eagerly knelt on the floor in front of him and placed both of her hands over his shaft. She looked up at him with wanton eyes and worked him quickly, squeezing tight and twisting her hands over his length. She held her mouth open and her tongue out. His last thought was of her ruby red lips and then he was gone behind curtains of stars. He shot hot ropes of semen onto her sun-kissed skin, narrowly missing her eyes.

She sucked in his head and cleaned him off before using her finger to scoop his cum off her forehead and cheeks. She sucked it down, seeming to enjoy it and then rose to the slave's position she knew so well.

"Dress, pet." He told her once his breathing had resumed a normal pattern. "Then you may go."

She did so without contest, silently retrieving and replacing her clothes. As she passed him to make her way downstairs and on with her day, he reached an arm out to halt her. She glanced at him, confused. Jake smiled, leaned in to kiss her cheek, and then released her.

She was a good girl.

***

By the time Chad had made it back to the kitchen he was fuming. His filly was fighting back in ways he didn't even understand. They had been doing so well. She was listening, she was submitting, she was allowing him to care for her; he thought they had been well on their way to some element of trust or at least respect. That was clearly not the case. She was scheming against him, playing tricks on his mind and confusing his plans.

He had been prepared for kicks and screams and everything that one would expect from a hostage, but the false submission and goading was a bit much for his patience to tolerate. Fine, if she wants to play hardball, that's what she's going to get! He knew that the girl had to eat, whether she liked it or not, but the indignity with which his last meal had been treated was infuriating.

He dropped the fish bits on the floor for the dog, who scarfed them up happily, and threw the rest in the trash. He stormed to the pantry and opened it to inspect its contents. He settled on a can of beans, some jerky, and a few crackers. He brought them back into the kitchen, opened everything up and dumped it into the blender. If she didn't want to eat well, then she would eat only what would sustain her: salt, fat, protein, fiber. He poured the meaty shake into a large ziploc bag. He also grabbed a new pitcher from under the sink, filling it to the top with water.

He paused then, his heart pounding and blood boiling. He took a deep breath. There was no way he could go back down there now, he would hurt her. He needed to calm himself and enter with a level head. He looked down at the dog sitting before him, anxiously waiting for more scraps. He fetched a lead line from the laundry room and clipped it onto the mutt's collar.

"Let's go for a walk, big guy."

***

Lindsay wasn't sure how long she'd been asleep when she was stirred by the feel of ropes being fastened around her wrists. She fought to open weary eyes and just made out the cowboy crouched in front of her, moving to tie her ankles as well. She felt him open her jaw and cool water dripped onto her tongue. The sensation was enough to waken her mind and she accepted the offering. After a few good swallows, the fog began to lift and she could see that the cowboy was holding a large plastic bag of what looked like vomit. He removed the knife from his pocket and cut off the bottom corner of the container.

He looked into her face, smiling wickedly. "Open up."

Before she'd had a chance to react, he'd grabbed her hair, tilting her head back and squeezed some of the mixture into her mouth. He palmed his large hand over her face, forcing her jaw to close, and waited. The smell was putrid and the texture grainy. She gagged, trying to fight the inevitable. She squirmed in protest and attempted to spit the mush out of her mouth as her stomach twisted, but it was of no use. The cowboy's strength was overpowering and her feeble body had nothing left to give her. She forced herself to swallow and as soon as she had, he released her.

She breathed deeply, praying that whatever he had fed her would stay down. The last thing I want is to taste that shit twice... After a minute or so her stomach growled, apparently ready for more sustenance. How do we win this game and still eat? Too easy. She knew she needed it and that the monster wasn't going to let her out of it.

She looked up at him sheepishly, lifted her bound hands, and in her best British-accented Oliver Twist impression asked, "Please sir, may I have some more?"

His face was unresponsive to her sarcasm, though clearly his temper wasn't. He ripped her head back and forcefully filled her mouth with the goop, holding it shut again. She had difficulty downing the mouthful with her neck cranked back and she choked a little but managed to keep it from spewing out. When she had swallowed it all he released her again and she licked her lips, "Mmmm, so much better than that crap you brought me before."

This comment seemed to warrant another choking mouthful of the meaty, gritty slime and she followed the same process, waiting for him to release her. This time however he didn't, filling her mouth immediately with another. Two more mouthfuls and she'd eaten about as much as she could stomach when he finally let her loose. She panted and groaned as her stomach churned under the pressure of the concoction that filled her. He handed her the pitcher and she took a few big swigs to wash the taste down.

The cowboy stood, grabbing her shoulders and lifting her with him. He placed her on unsteady feet, as her ankles were still bound. He then bent and lifted her over his shoulder. Her stomach lurched as it was pressed into him, but she didn't dare throw up. As difficult as it was to keep down, she needed that meal to stay put. He carried her out of the stall and, much to Lindsay's surprise, through the barn door.

She couldn't see much from her position but she watched as the spurs on his boots clicked across the desert terrain. Ten paces... Fifteen... Twenty... I'm going to hurl... Just when she thought she couldn't take one more jostling step, he dropped her to the ground. She landed with a thud on the hard dirt, but didn't stay there for long. He lifted her by her bound wrists and attached her to another leadline. Her eyes followed it to its origin and found that she was now attached to a walker whose metal arm extended from about four feet above her head inward. The core was about eight feet in and significantly out of her reach. The cowboy untied her ankles, headed for that core, and began to fiddle with the control panel. In a few seconds, the arm lurched forward pulling Lindsay along with it. She stumbled a bit, being dragged by the contraption before regaining her balance. She hurriedly walked along the circular beaten track and glared in at the cowboy who crossed his arms over his chest and watched her progress with a satisfied smile.

Obviously perturbed by the forced exercise, it was too late to feign appreciation as she had with the mush. So she did the next best thing, play indignant. "Are you calling me fat?" she shrieked the line that every annoying woman plays at least once in her lifetime.

He shook his head and chuckled a bit, "I need to give you something to do while I clean up that thoughtful mess you left me. Wouldn't want you getting sick now, would we?"

"If you don't want me getting sick, then you should probably go. The sight of you is making me queasy!"

He stopped smiling, uncrossed his arms, and clenched his fist for a brief second before turning and walking back to the barn. Lindsay bumbled along her path. It was hard to keep perfect pace with the machine as it was moving a bit too fast for a comfortable walk but too slow for a jog. Her tummy turned over with the unexpected activity. She was so overwhelmed at first with nausea, that it took her a while to realize that she was stark naked outside. You're finally outside you idiot, who the fuck cares?! Look around you!

That's when she noticed her surroundings for the first time. The wheat field on the south side surrounded the farm, the barn sat between two sections of the crop. Behind the barn - which did lay at the bottom of a hill - stretched an extensive pasture and she could make out a large herd of cattle in the distance. And, as she had suspected, the farmhouse sat atop the hill; the walker she was attached to was about halfway between the two. The house was a bit beaten down by time and weather, though it was in relatively good condition. It was a classic, one-story ranch style with a wraparound porch. In that moment however, she couldn't see any of the details but for one.

There, in the window of the monster's lair, was a familiar face. Bud. The bastard has my dog. Lindsay felt a mountain of rage building up inside of her. He didn't just rip her from her home but her dog, too. She knew that there was a long list somewhere of all of the horrible sins she had committed in her life to warrant this mess happening to her, but Bud was an innocent. She screamed into the hot summer air, "YOU MONSTER! Get your ass up here this instant! How could you? HOW COULD YOU?!" She shrieked obscenity after obscenity, cursing at him, never taking her eyes off of the fluffy mug of her beloved mutt.

The dog stared right back at her, barking and scratching at the window. She screamed and cried, tears streaming down her face, but the monster didn't emerge. Her voice broke after a few minutes, all the while she stumbled along the circular path. Her lungs and throat ached. While she was forced to desist her protest, she kept staring at her dog, wishing that she could somehow save him from this mess. Her hatred for the monster redoubled. She would find a way to make him pay for this.

***

Chad had set about mucking out the messed straw from just inside the gate when he heard her scream. He dropped his pitchfork and dashed to the open door of the barn. As he emerged from the dark however, he saw the reason for the commotion. Lindsay was staring up the hill at his home and there in the window, her dog was attempting to scratch his way free to her. He couldn't quite make out what she was saying around all of her hysterics, but he had the gist.

Well, my friend, I think you just found your bargaining chip. The monster inside him purred with the thought that was now coming to fruition in his mind. He had never intended for the mutt to be of any use. When he brought the beast along, it was merely because he couldn't bring himself to harm directly or indirectly any animal, no matter how ugly it may be.

From the way Lindsay was reacting to the dog's presence at the farm, Chad could tell that he had mistakenly stumbled upon the object that could unravel her rationality. He smiled at this realization, pleased to feel as though he had regained the upper hand. He watched her for a few minutes until her cries had subsided and then returned to his work in her stall. Excited at the prospect of what could come next in their game, he decided to forego a thorough cleaning and settled for replacing the one area of the floor that needed attention.

Once he had finished, he turned to Lady's stall. She nickered affectionately at him as he approached and he grabbed a sugar cube out of the box on the ledge by her gate. As she munched on the treat, he stroked her cheek and cooed loving adorations at her.

"You don't want to see what comes next, angel," he told her as he opened the gate and entered. He crossed her stall and she followed him. He opened the second gate that he had added to the back of her home and turned her loose into the small paddock adjacent to the barn wall. He checked her water, patted her neck, and left her to enjoy the day. He glanced up on his way back into the barn and saw that Lindsay was still watching the dog though she looked as though she were tiring. Good...

He came up the hill and as he did so, she turned her head to glare at him. If looks could kill we'd be frying right now. He slowed a bit, trying to gauge what she was thinking, but there seemed to be nothing other than fury and hatred. He could deal with those emotions, he knew them all too well and they were the easiest to manipulate - other than fear, that is. He strode up to the control panel and stopped the walker's rotation. He faced her and leaned back against the pole, crossing his arms over his chest and smirking.

"I get the feeling that you're upset with me."

She said nothing at first. Her pale skin was turning pink from the sun exposure and her cheeks was flushed with heat and rage. Her pixie fire hair was sticking a bit around her face and her emerald eyes were burning. She pulled her lips back, baring her teeth at him. "You are a monster!" she spat.

"How so?" he goaded her playfully. She didn't respond, clearly fuming. "The way I see it, I saved him from starving to death in that house."

A look of shock crossed her face and she hissed through a clenched jaw, "Saved...You saved... you think you saved him?"

He laughed at this. "Of course I saved him. If I had left him behind he would have run out of food and resorted to eating your chocolate and drinking your wine. Hardly a good diet for a carnivore, wouldn't you say?"

"Death; anything would be better than this, better than you!" Her words dripped with poisonous disdain and her eyes flashed with a frightening wrath.

He paused for effect, letting her boil in the sun and her outrage. "Well, what would you have me do with him now that he's here?"

This question seemed to take Lindsay aback. She softened ever so slightly and he could almost see her mind racing for a possible escape for her friend. Surely she had realized that they were a great many miles from civilization and she seemed to be too weak to force him to fend for himself. No, now that he was here, the mutt had to stay. He watched as she accepted this with great satisfaction. He was winning.

She surprised him with what came next. She broke their eye contact and looked down at her feet. "I want him with me," she told him gently.

Chad's smirk morphed into a full-fledged grin. She finally wanted something from him. Nothing like the food or water which he had needed her to take from him, but something all of her own that he had control over. It couldn't have been more perfect if it were written by the Gods. Pure chance had led him to this place where he could finally leverage her with something that she cared about deeply.

She was still avoiding his eyes, blatantly acknowledging her disadvantaged position. She was a smart girl and he knew that she was well aware of what she was subjecting herself too, but he enjoyed it so much more for that. It was now his turn to surprise her. He knew that she would be expect him to deny her request.

"Perhaps we can arrange for that," he lay the hinted proposal before her sweetly and she whipped her eyes back up to his. Even from this distance he could a bead of sweat that trickled from her brow, down her neck, and between her breasts. She seemed to be searching him, perhaps trying to predict what he had in mind, but she wasn't going to have to look for long.

He started again, hoping to move the conversation along. "I would be willing to allow you to see your beast given that you provide me with certain... favors." Her eyes hardened as she steeled herself for what she obviously knew was coming next. "Offer yourself to me and I will bring you your pet. Deny me and perhaps we can find a nice place for Yeller to rest."

She blanched at the implication that her pet might lose its life. Of course, Chad would never do something so cruel, especially to such a good dog; but she needn't think anything other than what he might be capable of. He had certainly done well in scaring her because she swallowed once and nodded.

Her voice was shaky as she next spoke, "When you say 'offer', do you mean that you want to..." She trailed off but rather than finish her thought for her, he decided to wait for her acknowledgement. She gulped again, "You want to have sex with me."

"Oh darlin', if I wanted to just have sex with you, I would have taken it by now. No, I want you to want me to have sex with you." He smiled and uncrossed his arms, walking towards her. "I want you to ask for it; I want you to enjoy it; and I want you to thank me for it. If you can pull that off, then I don't see why a little visit with the mutt would be so unreasonable."

As he drew near her, he was able to see more clearly the war raging inside of her. The battle between her want to be with her beloved friend and her need to beat him. The fact that she thought she still could amused him. Even she didn't seem to understand the power that he now held over her. Love is a funny thing, so blinding and so binding. He was able to see it, the instant that she accepted what she was about to do. He had expected her to appear defeated or at least resigned, but she simply met his gaze and nodded once.

"Do what you must," but when she said it had to stop himself from correcting her language. It wasn't that he must, it was that he could. And I will.

***

It was finally happening. They had gotten off to a rough start, but the monster was winning out. Lindsay stood positioned in the middle of her stall with her back to him. He was busy fastening her hands behind her back. Once he was certain that she was secure, he set about wrapping a length of rope around her torso: twice around her belly, once over her hips and around each of her upper thighs. He reattached the suspension rope to her harness and then fastened all over the other bindings to it as well.

Throughout this process she stayed still, staring at the wall of the barn, expressionless. He exited the stall and entered the neighboring one to operate the pulley. Almost as soon as he had started cranking the ropes tight, she lifted off of the ground and fell forward into a horizontal position. She didn't struggle, though she let out a small gasp of surprise and winced a bit as the ropes tightened around her. She wiggled a bit to redistribute her weight and then settled back into her emotionless trance. He then lowered her until she was only a few feet off of the ground.

Chad reentered the stall and brought each of her feet up, bending her knees, until her heels were resting on her buttocks. He secured them there with additional ropes and stood back to admire his handiwork. She had been successfully hogtied and suspended at waist height for him. She looked beautiful with bits of flesh peeking out between the makeshift harness and her hair tousled up around her head. She hung limply there, looking straight at the ground as she refused to acknowledge their pending encounter.




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Stop, she doesn't want this. You've done enough damage. You've frightened her to the point of submission. If we stop now, then maybe we can build a bit of trust and move forward from there. He heard the reason in the back of his mind and shrugged it off. He was headed for pleasure, dominance, and ownership it was everything the monster had ever desired. It was time to make this girl hold up her end of the bargain.

"Alright, girl. Let's hear it. Tell me how much you want it."

***

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am currently studying for final examinations next week and will not be writing. However, I should be able to crank out the rest of this story relatively quickly over the summer months. So look back for the next update at the end of May. Thank you all so much for sticking with the story and please please please leave me your thoughts/opinions below. It is the highlight of my day reading what you all have to say, good and bad! And a huge thank you goes out to LaGrish for all of her hard work polishing and correcting my errors and oversights! Oh, and please leave a comment...