THE ABILENE DOULOS RANCH

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 4 ]

At about the same time that Lauren was entering the corral of cowboys, Kevin was approaching the corral of hottie girls. He, too, had taken some time to get prepared for his method of choosing. He was equipped with a pith helmet and jacket, looking every bit like a safari hunter. He took a few practice shots with the paintball gun just to get the feel of it. Satisfied with his accuracy, his guide took the boy to the corral.

They didn’t enter right away. Instead, they stayed outside, observing the doulos for a moment. “As soon as they see the guns, they’re going to head for the bushes,” said his guide. “It’s best to see if you can pick out the right one before we go in. Then, we’ll send in the beaters to try to chase her out into the open so you can get a shot.”

Kevin took his time. A couple of hotties caught his attention right away, but he kept looking. Finally he told his guide, “There’s about three of them that look pretty nice. I don’t care which one of those. Whichever one I shoot will do.” He pointed them out to the beaters. “See that blond in the red top and red shorts. Yeah, her. And then the one over there… short brown hair and gold top. And the redhead in the middle. She’s got a yellow top.”

The five men designated as beaters entered the corral and started through the hotties. Though they hadn’t seen the guns yet, the hotties knew something was up. They started moving away from the beaters. As some slipped past the line of men, they huddled in the near corner of the corral.

“Let’s go,” said the guide, leading Kevin in. Just as predicted the last of the hotties slipped into the bushes and moved to the back of the corral at the sight of the hunters. The few that had already been left behind had no place to go, but they quickly realized they were to be spared today.

As they entered the scrub, Kevin saw hotties darting past him to safety behind him. He eyed them closely to make sure one of his three targets wasn’t getting past him. He gripped his rifle tensely, eager to take the shot. It seemed the beaters knew their job well, keeping the three special hotties in front of them.

They stepped into a clearing about halfway through the corral. In front of him, Kevin caught a glimpse of the beaters still pressing forward. There was a flash of red clothing as the blond dashed further back into the closing trap. She looked nice in the tight clothes and Kevin imagined having her for the first time tonight. Hannah had teased him at first, but that had been fun. Even after she’d learned to surrender to him, there had been a flash of fire in her eyes.

It was no mistake that the three girls he was pursuing all had small mounds and slender hips. They were all about 12-years-old with the same body type that Hannah had when he first saw her. He wanted that experience again; teaching a preteen, watching her body grow, and sating his lust on her. The first time he’d been 12 himself. He and Hannah had grown up together. This time he’d clearly be the master.

They stepped into the brush again on the other side of the clearing. A flash of yellow darted past him and he almost swung to take a shot before he realized it was a brunette in yellow, not his chosen redhead. Again they broke from the brush and he saw that the very back of the corral had little cover for the hotties. There were about 20 of them left, crouching behind rocks and bushes.

“Hold up just a minute, Kevin,” said his guide. “You’ve got the time to take your shot carefully now.”

The boy scanned the remaining hotties. The blond was half hidden behind a small boulder. The brunette was behind a sparse bush, giving him an easy shot if he wanted it. The redhead was simply lying flat on the ground, using a small swell as cover. He knew he could take his pick.

As his guide handed him a pair of binoculars, he realized he hadn’t really had a good look at them. He’d spotted them from 50 feet away and even now they were about that same distance.

The boy put the binoculars to his eyes, focused them, and looked over his choices. All three had the same body type. The blond was tanned, but pale compared to the brunette. “I can’t see much of the blond,” he said.

The guide spoke into his radio. “Flush the blond.”

Two of the beaters shifted position and the blond moved from behind the rock. There was no place for her to go, so she pressed against the back fence of the corral. Kevin scanned her with the glasses. She was perfect. He’d take her in a second, but he had other choices.

He turned his attention on the brunette and saw she had a cute face with a few freckles. Her deep tan spoke of her time in the sun and the promise of prominent tan lines under her tight clothes. He looked back and forth between the blond and the brunette, comparing the two. Either one would keep him happy for the next three years.

Finally, he turned to the redhead. “Can you flush the redhead?” he asked the guide. The guide spoke into the radio and soon the redhead had no place to hide. He could see the freckles on her face and upper chest. They daintily dotted her skin, right between her tits. She stood frozen as he gazed at her. Again he ran the glasses over the three girls and saw the redhead was the only one trembling.

He raised his rifle and sighted at the redhead. She was only 50 feet away and he had a clear shot. Carefully he squeezed the trigger and bam! a spot of red appeared right between her little tits. She squealed in surprise and started to run. He followed her with the rifle, taking aim at her back as she fled.

Just then, the guide grabbed the barrel of his gun and yanked it into the air. “She’s marked,” said the guide. “Don’t be cruel about it.”

“Sorry,” said Kevin.

“Besides,” said the guide, “she’s not yours yet. If you change your mind, every welt on her body is $75.”

When the family met back with Carl at 4 in the afternoon, the sales rep shook his head and said, “I thought I’d seen everything, but this is simply amazing.” He looked at Kevin and asked. “Do you know who you shot today?”

“Not really,” said Kevin. He wasn’t sure what Carl was referring to, but he was thinking… a cute redhead… a perfect little girl… my next doulo.

Carl told him what was so remarkable. “Her name is Heather. She’s Hannah’s little sister.”

That evening, Kevin was the most impatient of the Lamont family. The thought of reliving the past three years with a younger version of Hannah was incredible. He lay awake with his cock in his hand, jerking off. As he started in for the third time, he heard his sister’s voice from across the small compartment. “If you’re not going to sleep, at least turn on the light.”

Instead, Kevin just rolled over to face away from his sister. He didn’t mind her watching him with his doulo, but he wasn’t going to put on a show for her while they were waiting for tomorrow.

Despite being horny and impatient, Kevin planned to take his time once he took possession of his doulo. He’d picked a hottie and that meant she was a tease. He could rip her clothes off her and take her, but he wanted to take advantage of her reluctance and relish the first time. Though he, too, had a soundproof room for the morning, he didn’t want to use it right away.

She was wearing a tight yellow halter top. It fully covered her small mounds, but it was so tight and so thin that every detail of her nipples was obvious. The top looked like a coat of paint rather than clothing. Her white shorts were little different, giving a great view of her pert little ass. It was clear she had nothing on underneath her top and shorts.

“You’re very pretty,” said Kevin, caressing her soft cheek.

“Thank you, master,” said Heather.

Kevin put a white leather collar around her neck. Her skin was fair and dotted with freckles and the white collar made a nice contrast. “We’re going for a walk,” he told her.

“Yes, master.”

“I want to show off my new doulo to everyone,” he said. He wanted to play into her hottie mentality. She was hot and she knew it. He wanted to remind her of that, make her feel special, before he took her.

She reacted just as he expected. “Oooo, thank you, master,” she answered, straightening up so that her young tits were thrust forward even a bit more than usual. She thought nothing of the leash as he attached it to her collar.

He led Heather out of the building and into the morning sun. He walked proudly, not even looking back at her despite how much he wanted to admire her. He could only imagine how she was soaking up the gazes of men and boys as she pranced by. What he could see was the way heads turned to watch her.

After a few minutes he looked back at her, giving her the satisfaction of his eyes on her body. He watched her for a few steps. She had a delicious wiggle to her slender hips and her chest was thrust out invitingly. He waited a few more steps before he said, “You look nice when you walk that way.”

“Thank you, master,” she said.

He stopped. “I especially like your tits.” She blushed, casting her eyes downward as he complimented her. Looking around, he caught sight of a girl in her mid-teens who was topless. “Look at her,” he said. “How would you like to be showing off your tits like that?”

“Oh, no, master,” she said.

“I’d like that,” he added.

“I shouldn’t,” said Heather. “I’ve never done that before.”

“How about that one?” said Kevin, drawing her attention to a totally nude girl.

“She’s a slut,” said Heather. “I wouldn’t want to do that.”

“Perhaps she’s a slut or perhaps her master ordered her to take everything off.” Heather stared at him in disbelief. “I could order you to do that.”

“Outside?” she asked.

“In front of everybody,” added Kevin, watching her squirm in embarrassment. He was enjoying her discomfort, but he wanted to lead her along slowly. It was enough to create the mental image for her. . “But not now,” he added. She relaxed as he assured her she could keep her clothes.

Kevin unsnapped the leash from her collar. “Let’s walk back now, but I want you to go first.”

She didn’t question him as she headed back toward the club house. The doulo did peek over her shoulder at him to make sure he was following her and then proceeded to walk back without a care in the world. Kevin, of course, was watching her sweet, young body as it wiggled wonderfully.

“That’s it,” he said to her. “Wiggle your ass.” He heard her giggle with the delight of teasing him. “Show everybody how hot you are. Show them what belongs to me.”

He stopped her about 100 feet from the club house and pulled her to him. “Kiss me,” he said.

“Outside?” she asked again, looking around at the people wandering by.

“Right now,” said Kevin. He pressed his lips to hers and felt her tense as he took his first liberties with her. His hands went to the small of her back, touching bare skin and pulling her close. She kissed him back, tentatively. He broke the kiss and asked, “You know how hot you’re making me?”

“No,” she lied. Now that he was making even these meager demands on her she was in over her head. She wanted to cool him down.

“Of course you do,” said Kevin. “It’s what you do best. Your body is hot. You walk like you want it.”

“Want what?”

“Let’s go inside and I’ll show you what you’re asking for.” He snapped the leash back on her collar and led her the remaining distance into the club house and then into their private room.

Heather regained her composure when they were alone. Her eyes twinkled with delight as he ran his eyes over her body. She was trained to use her body to arouse. She was trained to see the signs of arousal. She was trained to enjoy a man’s eyes on her body. But, for her, that was the end of the game. She just didn’t know what to do once she got Kevin to this point of arousal.

Fortunately, Kevin knew what to do now that he was there. Relief was only minutes away. He found a wooden paddle in one of the cabinets. Then, he walked to one of the padded walls and swung the paddle hard against the padding. It made a loud noise and Heather jumped at the sound. “I’ll bet that would hurt if I spanked your cute ass with this,” said Kevin.

“Yes, master,” said Heather. It was more than the polite agreement with whatever her master said. This time she agreed with him and sounded like it. “You… you wouldn’t do that, would you?” she asked cautiously.

“That depends,” said Kevin. “You wouldn’t ever disobey me, would you?”

“No, master,” said Heather.

“Then, if you never disobey me, I’ll never have to spank you.” He let that thought sink into the dull witted hottie’s mind.

“Yes, master,” she said.

“Good then,” he said. He took a couple of practice swings at an imaginary doulo. “Bam!” he yelled after the second swing. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Heather jump again. He turned to face her.

“You’ve been teasing me with those cute little tits of yours all morning. Take off your top and show me the real things.” He stared at her sternly, fighting to keep from laughing as he watched her react to the threat. She looked at her chest, then at the paddle. Her hands moved to cover her ass, protecting it from promised spanking. She looked at her chest again and then at him.

It took her nearly 10 seconds to put the simple pieces together. Top off or spanked ass. As mere property, she’d had no other choices. She bit her lip as her small hands grabbed the elastic hem of her top.

“Whoa,” said Kevin, getting her to pause just as she was about to reveal her precious tits. “Smile, Heather,” he reminded her. “Always smile when you do what I say.” He put on a smile as he added. “It makes me happy. It should make you happy to make me happy.”

The 12-year-old beamed a smile as she pulled her top up and over her head. With her arms extended up in the air in the midst of stripping, Kevin again said, “Whoa.” She stopped, her body clearly on display for him for the very first time. He took two steps toward her and she took one step back. Another step forward and she stepped back. With the next step, she was pressed against the wall and his hands reached for her soft mounds.

Cupping her tits tenderly, he said, “This should feel good, Heather. My hands feel good on you wherever they touch. Nobody else gets to see you like this. Nobody else gets to touch you like this. But it feels good when you let me see and touch.” He kept one hand on her tits and reached up with his other hand to take her tiny top from her hands. He tossed it aside before returning both hands to her tits. This time when he pressed his lips to hers, there was less reluctance. He still felt the uncertainty from her lack of experience, but she didn’t fight him.

“Take off my shirt,” he told her. She showed no hesitation as she pulled his shirt up and over his head. “Now my shoes.” She knelt and removed his shoes. “Socks.” She complied. “Pants.” She looked at him, her eyes briefly telling him that she didn’t want to, but she didn’t argue. She unfastened his belt, unzipped his pants, and slid them down his legs.

“Well, look at that,” said Kevin in mock surprise, indicating the tent in his underwear. “What do you suppose is in there?”

“I don’t know,” said Heather. She was beginning to believe that the stories she’d heard were true. She was afraid she did know what was hiding in there.

“Take them off and see,” said Kevin. He watched with delight as she pulled down his underwear to reveal his hard cock. Her eyes were big as saucers as she stared at his raging hard on.

“Now take off your shorts,” he told her.

She struggled mentally for two seconds, but he’d left her no alternative. He’d carefully planned this moment so she couldn’t say no. The little tease slid her shorts down her long legs and stepped out of them. Her hands went to cover her pussy and her tits.

“Stick your fingers in your ears,” he said.

Heather didn’t even realize that the only point of sticking her fingers in her ears was to get her hands someplace where they weren’t in the way. She just knew she had to obey. The 12-year-old stood naked in front of her master as effectively helpless as if her hands were tied behind her. She trembled as his eyes roamed over every inch of her young body.

He held up the paddle. “I don’t need this anymore, do I?”

“No, master,” said Heather.

He tossed the paddle to the side. “You can put your hands down now. But, remember this. The next time you use your hands to cover yourself from me, I’ll use the paddle on you. Lie down on your back. Spread your legs wide. Say, ‘come and get me, master’.”

“Come and get me, master.”

So he did.