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The Teton Mare
Last night, I dreamed of a black horse. Upon waking, I looked in the dictionaryof dreams I keep in my bedside table, to see if there is any significance tothis particular night time vision. It seems a dream of a black horse is a dreamof passion. Considering all that has happened in the past weeks, I am not surprised.
The July winds were whipping the grass in the high Teton meadows, dryingthem out and upping the danger of fire, the first time I saw her. I was walkingbeside my favorite horse when we stepped into the meadow. The buckskin snorted.I looked up to see her on the far side.
I could have expected elk, mule deer or maybe a coyote, not a black horse.I could see the mare watching me even against the piercing late afternoon lightin my face. We all froze.
I can't imagine who's horse that is, way back up in here. I haven'tbeen here in months myself. Who's horse is it? , I wondered.
She was nervous, pawing at the ground. And then like a wild animal, she turnedand was gone.
I stared from under my hat brim. It's not easy running cattle on federalland. And doing it as a woman made it that much more difficult in some of theold business circles that still controlled the local market. I had even takento running trail rides for the city folk to see the mountains. I was back inthis meadow after all these months thinking about bringing people here whenI first saw her, the black mare.
I know I was tired. I know the sun was in my eyes, but in that instant thatshe turned I'm sure I saw a blur, something that looked like a human form.
I shook my head, mounted up and headed home.
About a week and a half later I found myself at the edge of the same meadow.This time I didn't step into the meadow itself, but eased through the shadowsuntil I could see with binoculars to the far side.
The mare was back, grazing with her head down. Somebody is missinga very nice animal , I thought. Wonder why I haven'theard anything about it?
I blinked. The scene shimmered through the binoculars like my eyes were watering.I didn't see a horse anymore; I saw a girl. I held the binoculars away andrubbed my eyes. I looked back; it was still a girl.
She knelt there in the same spot completely naked. She was well-formed, fullbreasts and rump, and from what I could see a head of black hair that was longand straight, the color of a raven's feather when wet and the sun just right.But it was the dusty coal color of her skin that caused her to stand out againstthe light green of the meadow.
I was transfixed. Strange notions began to crowd into my mind as I watchedher change from mare to human and back a couple of times more. Never in thisworld had such a horse/girl been seen. I had never even heard of any legendlike this. And I wanted her. I wanted her more than anything else.
I wanted her not for the money or the fame. I wanted her out of a lust thatflooded my thinking brain from somewhere far more primitive. I wanted to captureher, control her, to actually hold that mane clasped in my grip, and god helpme, to spend myself sexually all over her. I had no decision to make; I rushedheadlong into the passion that's brought me to where I am now.
I eased back into the shadows. With my horse's reins in hand, I walked himback through the woods, stealing around the edge until I could see that I hadgotten as close as possible to the horse/girl from the secrecy of the woods.I slipped into the saddle and loosened a lariat. Tense shivers ran under mytouch down the horse's neck. I dug in my heels and yelled in his ear, "Go!"
My buckskin was use to racing barrels; he navigated the few trees and burstinto the meadow, jumping a fallen tree and already at a full gallop. The girllooked up. She looked right into the sun now herself, and I gained a full secondbefore she could react. The next moment we were chasing the black mare up overthe hillock in the middle of the meadow.
Down the other side and full tilt we ran into the woods again, the mare notlooking back. I clung low to the buckskin's back, avoiding branches and yeturging him on to greater speed. I must have her, I will have her! Ithought. Already I could see my lariat around her neck.
From more open clearings into the thickest bramble we chased the mare untilwe pulled nearly even at a straight gallop. I could see both horses laboring.I had but one chance; the noose dropped fairly over her head. I reined up,rope looped around my saddle horn.
I expected a fight on my hands, flying hooves and bared teeth, but beforeI could swing out of the saddle, the shimmering happened again. It'snot my eyes watering. It's not my imagination. She really is changing! Ithought.
I swung out of the saddle in one fluid motion, my buckskin leaning back andkeeping the rope taut about the girl's neck. I whoa'ed him. I couldn't havehim strangling my new prize, not now.
"Can you talk?" I demanded.
She nodded, her black eyes smoldering. She seemed docile enough with my ropearound her neck, but here was passion itself. I didn't trust her.
"Who are you? What the hell are you doing on my land? Explain how you keepchanging!" I charged in without preliminaries.
"Why do you care?" she demanded back, accusing me of something I wasn't quitegetting.
"Because I want you more than my whole ranch. I must have you, and it's beenthat way since I first saw you in that meadow, and you ran. I captured you!That's my rope on you. Tell me!"
"Then I must. It's the spell," she said looking down.
I stared at her. A spell? My eyes wandered down her dark perfection, thesweat glistening at the side of her breast, the deep red areola, the nippleerect from the chase. Her hair hung in disarray.
"What spell?"
"A woman, a jealous creature of evil intent, did this. I am condemned tothe shape of a horse, to shift back and forth without warning for all eternity,to run through these hills. And any who look upon me are filled with lust,obsessed to own me, to beat me, to rape me; I cannot remain in human form unlessI am bound somehow in rope. Rope must touch my skin."
I no longer had presence of mind to ask her what happened to the owner wholusted so greatly. But now that she was caught, my lust was like a firebrandthat the dampness between my legs couldn't extinguish.
"Then bound you shall be, and I will be the one to beat you and use you formy pleasure!"
I removed the lariat loop from the saddle horn and threw her to the ground,much as I would a calf. She didn't resist as I tied her wrists and elbows firmlyand then her ankles, finishing off the tie from ankle to wrists and leavingher like a bow.
I stood over her with a thirst not to be satisfied with anything other thanher body. I stripped off my shirt and caressed my nipples hard, aroused atthe helpless sight at my feet. I paid no heed now to my own horse wanderingoff, but I pulled off my jeans, panties and boots. I must have hernow, now, now…I must have her tongue between my legs. I must taste herown helpless sex, I must, I thought.
I was overdue by own standards for fucking a man but that couldn't explainthe lust I felt for the horse/girl. I knew how women made love to women, butI would never have actually done it. And tie up another woman? I can only talkabout it now; at the time all I wanted to do was cum over and over again onher face.
The heat of the afternoon was giving way, but I had a deeper lust yet, thelust to beat the horse/girl. Never have I beaten a horse nor would I ever,but she inflamed my mind. I pulled the man's tooled belt from my discardedjeans, intent on her feeling my leather.
Without preliminary I laid into her with the belt. She rolled to and froas best she could, crying out as the metal tip of the belt bit into her tenderflesh. My lust had gone past the simply sexual and into a realm I'd never daredexplore, an ambit of sadistic desire that the curse of the horse/girl somehowfed.
The belt marked her all over as she lay bound in the dust. I gave her nomoment to rest but sat down in the dust, legs spread. I grabbed her raven hairand turned her head so that our eyes could meet.
"Now I will take you, my horse/girl. Pleasure your mistress with your tongueuntil her lust spills all over your face…and then do it again!"
Do you know what you're doing? Do you realize that you have whippedanother woman with your belt, bruising her naked body, and now you've demandedher to stick her tongue up into your own cunt until you orgasm all overher face? Do you know what you're DOING? I thought. But whileone part of my psyche spoke reason to me, the more primeval part demandedsexual satisfaction from the woman bound on her stomach before me.
I twisted all my fingers in her thick tresses and demanded that she lick.And lick she did. Oh, my, did she lick. I could feel her tongue curl, I canstill feel her tongue curl, and it pushed up inside my soaking wetness. Shiversof pleasure sparkled along my body, nerve endings alight with an other-worldlypleasure.
I forced her head down further, making her lick along the silky perineumbetween cunt and ass, and I fell back into the dust, my own legs high and spread,as I forced her to tongue further back.
"That's it, my pony slut. Lick up all the honey until I make more on yourlipssssss...," my voice trailing off.
I can remember the orgasm building even now until it erupted: I was carriedalong on the crest of a white hot wave of sexual lava, my ears hearing my owngroaning, twisting my hips against the face still held in my grip.
"God, yes, pony bitch! Fuck your mistress! Make me cum again and again andagain!"
So I orgasmed in the dust, two naked bodies, one bound and beaten, the otherconsumed in her unholy lust. And then we lay collapsed, breathing hard, herface caked with dirt. Her coal black skin had lost its sheen, the same goldensheen I had seen on the side of the mare in the late afternoon sun.
My breath returned, but my lust did as well, overwhelming my judgment yetagain. I turned her onto her back, untied her ankles and spread her thighs,her knees up in the air and her eyes glazed. I drove my own tongue betweenher lips so obscenely spread below me. She immediately orgasmed on my face,her fragrance driving my own lust to tongue her deeper and faster. Her fingerstwisted in the dust beneath her; she would have clamped her thighs about myhead if I had not held her spread.
My tongue left the deep red cunt lips for the moment as I swung around withoutthinking into the classic position I knew from my reading. I drove my hipsdown again onto her mouth and clenched my ass cheek muscles knowing that wouldhold her nose even tighter. She squirmed in my rope under me as I soaked herface once again, her moaning and trembling lips setting off another cum forwhich I rewarded her by nibbling on her lips until she soaked my face as well.We both collapsed on our backs in the dust again.
The sweat cooled a bit from my body. I rolled over and looked at her. True,she had not changed back to the black mare since my rope had been on her. Alsotrue my thirst was hardly slaked; my desire obscured the needs of my body forwater and food, leaving only my need for her.
"I need to pee."
I pushed myself up and pulled her up by the hair to squat. Why did the soundremind me of a horse letting loose a stream of urine onto a flat rock?
I propped myself up on my elbow and watched her squat from behind. Her backand thigh muscles rippled much the same as…that horse. Whatis wrong with you? So you decided to get kinky someplace other than the bunkhouse, so what? You can't be serious about really wanting her, owning her ,I thought.
"It's getting late. I really need to be heading back to the ranch; it willbe well after dark now by the time I get there. How do I make sure you areright here tomorrow? I still want you. I can't get enough of you. You haveto tell me."
She finished peeing and looked over her shoulder. "You can't. You caughtme once, but you'll never manage again. And if you leave me alone on a tether,I'll chew through the rope. You can't believe how sharp and powerful my teethare."
"Then I'll take you back with me. I'll put you in a corral by yourself. I'llbuild you a stall; I'll build you a whole barn if I have to!"
"You take me back into that world, and I will die before the next sunset.The spell won't allow it, you can't break it, and you are caught just as badlyas I am," she muttered, staring down at the puddle in the dust. "Dying wouldbe okay."
Die. I couldn't have her die. I had to own her; I could barelymanage the lust even now.
Shadows were lengthening out into the meadow, but the lust was beginningto overwhelm me again. I've put my own clothes on, but I wish I hadsomething to put on her. If only she weren't naked, I could refuse the temptation.I know I could, I told myself over and over.
"It will be late as hell if I try to get home now. I'll spend the night righthere on the trail, won't be the first time. The boys won't look for me fora day or so." I pulled her to her feet, looped the lariat around her neck againand tied her off to a tree. "I'm going to build a fire and fix us somethingto eat."
"I don't eat. The horse grazes, but I don't. I don't know what will happento the horse if you keep me tied up too long. Nobody has made it that far."
Nobody has made it what? I wondered.
I made trail coffee over the coals. I eyed her still tied to the tree. Justone more time, I have to have her just one more time, then I'll let herrun free, I decided. I set the tin mug down.
My feet moved on a will of their own as I stepped through the grass. Withouta word on my part or so much as a whinny on hers, I untied her neck rope, sather down at the base of the tree, and lashed her head firmly back against thebark. I roped each ankle up over her head and apart to nearby branches.
I stood over her again, trying to will myself away from her, away from theshimmering red coals reflected in the black eyes. I got to my knees and suckeda firm breast into my mouth. I nibbled. I bit. I pulled the nipple out withmy teeth and let it snap back in, luxuriating in the pain I was giving her.She shuddered.
My fingernails grabbed flesh at the inside of her thighs. I scratched her,my passion now running me. When she moaned in the sharp pain, the lust shotthrough me like one of the bright red coals. I grabbed each of her cunt lipsbetween thumb and forefinger, jabbing my nails into that tender flesh and pullingthe lips out and away hard. Her eyes opened wider, a high pitched, eerie whinnyingsound coming mostly through her nose. I couldn't wait any longer; I dove betweenher spread legs, my nose buried deep in her wetness. Anything, anything toput out the burning coal of lust deep in my core.
I licked and nibbled between her legs like one of those college girl whoresI heard the hired hands talk about when they thought I wasn't listening. Iran my tongue like a practiced slut all the way through her musky crack toher rear hole and then back to the cunt. Again I was gone into some other…what…dimension?...of obsession. I looked into her eyes and demanded, my voice shrill in the coolingnight air, "Cum for me, my ponygirl slut. Cum and soak your Mistress' face.Fuck my face!"
Never in my life had I ever been so consumed with power, so driven by mysexual desire, that I would ever say anything like that. It wasn't just thewords; I had been known to say something like that to a couple of men, butit was the tone, the demand, the insistence that I get fulfillment right nowthat would have scared me if I'd been more in control of my mind.
Her scream filled the night air like a wild animal and startled night birds.The wetness she gave up was sweet to me, legends of feminine submission mixedwith the frustration of timeless rope, or so I imagine now. I can still feelthe backs of her thighs twitching when I pushed her legs further back, my fumblingfingers gaining enough slack to untie her from the tree. I took my turn insteadsitting against the back of the tree.
"Between my legs, horse bitch."
God, how I loved having my fingers twisting another woman's hair. I neverstopped to think of how many legs she had been between, pleasuring with a tonguepracticed through time past human experience. I pulled her face up for a moment;she glistened in the light of coals and stars. I slapped her face. I slappedher again, reveling in the sadistic lust that I rode on. I wiped my own fingersbetween my legs. She opened her mouth to suck greedily.
"Now lick me again, horse bitch! Make me cum, I want to cum in buckets onyour tongue, on your nose. That's it…how did you know right there…Ican feel…your tongue curl around my clit…is this how girls doit, horse bitch…is this how you always lick your Mistress…do…doyou…oh, god…do you want my cum…do you, horse bitch?"
My own scream erupted, shattering again the stillness of the hills. For amoment I thought I was truly outside myself, watching myself from cold logicas I was licked into convulsing orgasm, dying over and over on the crest ofa tidal wave, drowning over and over in my lust and never wanting to come upfor air.
I remember my toes curling, spasms running across the arches of my feet inthe air. I beat my feet on her back and twisted her hair harder to urge heron to greater heights of lust.
The last I can remember was her lying beside me, arms still bound, our sweatmixing, cooling on each other. I pulled a blanket over us. the stars blurred,the smell of sweet grass and lust filled me. I fell asleep.
I rolled over to put my arm around her, intent on fulfilling my restlesslust on her once more in the bright early morning. I rolled over, but she wasgone. I sat up with a start.
Where is my horse bitch? She must have wandered. I know I tiedher well. I did tie her. Where is she?
On my hands and knees, still naked from the night before, I beat my fistsin frustration on the ground at the sight of the loose coils of rope. She hadescaped me. The bitch was gone. My black horse was gone. And now my lust wouldknow no end.
I stumbled around in the early light, pulling on my boots and jeans, leavingmy shirt unbuttoned, neglecting my panties beside the dead embers of the nightbefore. Odd. Since that morning I have never worn panties, not once. I tuggedmy hat down over my face, trying to hide the dull ache behind my eyes. I saddledthe buckskin. He tried to nuzzle my hand, but I pushed his nose away. I onlywanted one nuzzle. The horse bitch was gone.
I never went back to the meadow. I knew she would never return to the placeof her capture. I spent my days instead wandering the far reaches of the Tetons,the places people didn't go. I didn't really expect to find her. I'm not surewhat I expected to find. Some peace would have been nice.
I sold the ranch about the time the dreams started. It didn't help, but Iwasn't paying attention to business. People fretted over me. I ignored them.Every night it was the same dream, the black horse. I tried everything I couldto get rid of it, even intentional insomnia. Nothing worked. Her passion hadnow become mine. I am caught in the eternal lust as sure as she is, and thereis no peace.
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