The smelling salts woke me up abruptly. Barely conscious, I focused my eyes. A crowd of people was witnessing our branding, and my scalded left cheek burned like hell. I thought I caught a glimpse of Mr Consanto watching while a slave-girl was on her knees sucking his cock. Laura was still beside me, arms held down by the chains; she must've passed out again.
Then I heard that sadistic Cruella bitch announce that since "The Property of" is on his left cheek "The Rolling C Ranch" should go on his right one to match this fucking cunt's! She pointed to Laura. When the broiling iron touched my right butt-cheek, i jerked in my chains, let out an earsplitting scream and passed out again.
The next thing I knew I woke up face down in my stall in the barn while my right ankle was shackled. Somebody was gently rubbing some cooling gel on my butt. I was grateful because whatever this was, it gradually took away the burning sensation.
"Feel better?" I knew that voice. When I craned my neck and looked up, I saw Lydia, the Head Mistress of this compound.
"Thank you Ma'am, it really does feel better."
"I had Leroy carry you over here, and Jake carried Laura. I rubbed some of this on her and she's sleeping like a baby." I smiled.
"I just want to advise you on a few things. Your precious Laura will be taken out every day for pony-girl training. She will be exercised daily to build up her endurance, then gradually we will teach her how to canter, trot and gallop."...."Yes Ma'am."
"Now as for you, you were brought here to be a stud, and we will use you for that purpose, but you must also realize you are a slave, to be used however we see fit. Your mouth, ass, cock and balls are open to anybody who is not also a slave. You will be glad to know, that from time to time we conduct fuck-fests. That means, we select five female slaves for you to fuck. Four of them will be allowed to cum, but as I explained to you your first day here, you will NOT be allowed to ejaculate. The fifth slave that we will select, we want you to impregnate her. She really doesn't have a say in it. Nine months later we will take the baby, send he or she to a professional nanny to raise; then when the child reaches eighteen, he or she will be brought back here and treated as a slave. Just to let you know, Cruella was once a slave, raised in the manner I explained.
"One more thing, that big C on your butt, obviously stands for Constanzo, which means you are solely his property. Don't do anything stupid, like trying to escape. The last fools who tried that were tracked down by bloodhounds and shot!"
I gulped. "I understand Ma'am."
"Very well, you get some rest."