Max takes a road trip

Early in the morning, Max stood in the loading bay as the last of a group of **** girls got loaded into the hover truck. Jamal smiled as he walked up to the younger man. Max smiled back at the muscular man who had quickly become his mentor and friend.

"Ready for a road trip, Young Blood?" Jamal asked as he clapped Max's shoulder.

"'Road trip?' What road trip?"

"A good friend of your dad and your uncle owns the ranch those cattle are heading to. They figured it would be good for you to see it."

"Oh, okay," Max said with a shrug. He had never seen hu-cows in person. If nothing else, it would be interesting.

"Come on, let's go," Jamal said as he led Max out of the loading dock. They made their way through the building and out to the parking lot. There they got into Jamal's hover truck and drove to the airport port.

"Jamal, the parking lot is over there," Max said in confusion once Jamal turned toward the gate leading directly to the tarmac.

"Not for us, Young Blood. We're taking the company jet."

"Wait what?" Max said in shock.

"You attend the highest of high-class private schools, your family is one of the richest and most powerful in the world, you mean to tell me that you didn't think you had a jet or two?"

"Well, to be honest, Jamal I guess I never really thought about it." Jamal laughed loudly as he parked his truck near the hangar that housed his dad's and his uncle's private jets.

They boarded the jet and took their seats in two luxurious leather armchairs. Shortly after, a man Max knew was either the pilot or co-pilot entered with two tall **** girls following behind him on a leash, their collars joined by a short chain. Max took a second to assess them. Both were tall with beautiful bodies. The one in the lead was a blue-eyed blonde, the other an African-American woman. Both were dressed in a dark blue suit jacket with no buttons, a light blue half-bra beneath it, a dark blue skirt, and black open-toed shoes with six-inch stiletto heels. Each also had a simple red ball gag in her mouth.

"Gentlemen, good morning. I'm Captain Mark Curtis, this is our flight crew for today. Fuck Bunny," the pilot began pausing for a second as the blonde curtsied, "and Sugar Tits," he paused again as the African-American curtsied. "Have them get you drinks, spank them, fuck them, have them suck you off, have them pleasure each other, whatever you like. We'll be taking off in about ten minutes and it should be about a two-hour flight." Without another word, the pilot led the two **** girls to two sets of shackles against the side of the plane. After securing them he looked back at Max and Jamal. "When we get to cruising altitude I'll let you know, then you can release one of them or both of them with the buttons on your chair the left for Sugar Tits, the right for Fuck Bunny."

A short time later the captain spoke over the intercom informing the two men that they had reached cruising altitude, and the two men were now free to make use of the flight crew. Jamal smiled as he pressed the left button, and the shackles holding her in place released. "Get over here, Sugar Tits," Jamal ordered. Obediently Sugar Tits walked to Jamal and stood at attention. "These sure are nice, Sugar Tits," he said as he began to squeeze and caress her tits. "But, I'm not interested in your tits at the moment. Turn around and bend over."

"This should be good," Max thought as he watched Sugar Tits obediently turn around and bend over showing her ass and pussy to Jamal. He reached out and caressed her ass.

"Looks like you got a nice tight ass. Ever had a cock up it, Sugar Tits?" he asked. Sugar Tits looked over her shoulder and nodded her head. "Get my cock ready for your ass bitch," he said as he stood and undid her ball gag. She turned and lowered herself to her knees once Jamal sat back in his chair.

"Sir, may I please take your cock out and get it ready for my asshole?"

"You may," Jamal said with a smile. Sugar Tits opened Jamal's pants, freeing his hard cock, and took it into her mouth. "I just love an obedient bitch, don't you, Young Blood?"

"Yeah," Max replied with a slight laugh. He stood, pressed the button to release Fuck Bunny, and quickly made his way to her. "I prefer to make sure a girl I'm about to use for the first time knows her place," he said as he hooked the D-ring at the front of her collar with his index finger. "Do you know how you'll prove that to me?" Fuck Bunny quickly nodded her head. Max smiled before leading her to a nearby couch, and sitting down slid forward on the cushion.

Without hesitation, Fuck Bunny lowered herself across the young man's lap, leaving her ass high in the air. Max lifted her skirt, completely exposing the **** girl. The sound of someone spitting momentarily distracted him. He glanced over and saw Sugar Tits stroking Jamal's spit-covered cock.

"That's enough," he said as he grabbed her by the hair. "Sit on my lap and get my cock up that tight ass of yours so you can watch Young Blood make good use of your friend."

"Yes, Sir," Sugar Tits said before standing up, turning around, and sitting down on Jamal's lap. As she lowered herself, she used one hand to guide his cock up her asshole. Once the tip was in she lowered herself down half moaning and half groaning through gritted teeth.

Max couldn't help but smile as Sugar Tits began to slowly move herself up and down Jamal's cock. "Now, where was I?" Max asked rhetorically as he ran his hand over Fuck Bunny's ass. "Oh, that's right," he added before he started to spank the beautiful blonde. He steadily applied more **** until Fuck Bunny was whimpering and her ass cheeks were swollen and rosy pink. He smiled as he reached between Fuck Bunny's legs and felt her wet pussy. "Ready for some cock, Fuck Bunny?"

"Yes, please sir," Fuck Bunny replied as she slightly spread her legs.

"Up," Max said giving her a gentle pat on her ass. Fuck Bunny stood and offered no resistance when Max guided her down to her knees with her elbows on the couch. He then freed his hard cock, knelt behind her, and plunged his cock into her pussy.

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When the plane landed at a small airport Max and Jamal were met on the runway by a tall man dressed in what Max would have guessed to be typical garb for a cowboy. A black hat, sunglasses, a blue button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, a pair of dark blue jeans with a wide thick brown leather belt, and matching cowboy boots. He rubbed his thick dark brown beard with a look of amusement on his face.

"How ya doing, Jamal?" he said as he walked over and shook his hand.

"I'm good, Cody. How about you?"

"Same as always," Cody said with a shrug of his shoulders. "Wow is this really Max?" he asked gesturing to the younger man.

"Yeah, he's got a talent for breaking slaves too," Jamal said with a smile.

"Max Condree sir," Max said as he stuck out his hand.

"Oh I know," Cody said shaking Max's hand. "Cody King, I'm not surprised you don't remember me. You were what three or four the last time I made it down to New L.A.?"

"That's been a while," Max said with a slight laugh.

"Yeah, well, I'm both fortunate and unfortunate that the ranch keeps me so busy."

"Speaking of," Jamal began, "should we get going?"

"Yeah, my truck is this way. It's about an hour's drive to the ranch," Cody said as he began leading them to his truck. Max was not shocked to see that the truck in question looked to be brand new. While it was black and sleek, its size let Max know that it was a work vehicle and not a leisure one. On the doors the words Hidden Valley: King's Ranch was written in bright yellow lettering, and beneath it, also in yellow, was the silhouetted side view of a bent-over **** girl.

An hour later they arrived at the ranch. As they drove up the long access road Max looked out to the fields. In some several pony girls stood in groups. In others, they pulled strange-looking devices with a man either walking behind or riding on them. None of the men appeared to be shy about applying his long thin whip to the tender flesh of his pony. He looked ahead and saw several barns, one of which was extremely large, and not far from the largest barn, he saw what had to have been the house. It was as large and impressive as any mansion in New L.A.

"Wow, this place is great," Max said with a beaming smile.

"Well, I'm glad you like it. But you haven't seen anything yet," Cody said as he parked the truck.

When the men got out, Max heard the sharp crack of a whip followed by a barely muffled scream of pain. Then another crack and scream. He turned in the direction of the sounds and saw a small corral with a tall wooden post in the center. Bound to the post, on opposite sides of it were two completely naked women. Two cowboys were whipping them.

"What's happening over there?" Max asked pointing to the corral.

"Oh, just a couple of would-be rustlers we caught last night," Cody answered. "By the end of the day, they'll be collared and made into work ponies. By tomorrow, they'll be working the fields with most of the other ponies."

"'Most of?'" Max asked.

"Yeah, most of the pony girls we keep are for labor purposes. But, we do have a good number of show ponies and racing ponies that have made us a pile of gold. Come on kiddo, you'll want to see this." Cody led them to a much larger corral where a hover semi was backing into place.

"That's not our truck, right?" Max asked looking at Jamal.

"Nope, ours will be here tomorrow."

"This one came from a small **** trader working outside of San Francisco," Cody said as two cowboys unloaded the first **** from the truck. They let her out of her sack and removed her hood revealing a beautiful redhead.

"Come on Max, I think you'll enjoy this," Cody said as he opened a gate in the corral and led the younger man in.

The cowboys **** the redhead to a small post with an extremely short stock on top of it that only had two holes. Halfway down the post was a thick leather strap. The redhead was brought to the post and another cowboy adjusted the height of the post. As he did, Max realized that it was not a stock, but a breast press.

"What's going on here?" Max asked with a look of excitement.

"Getting the new cattle ready. We'll do the same with the ones you sent up," Cody replied as one of the cowboys turned the wing nuts on the breast press until it closed tightly and painfully on the redhead's large breasts. As this was going on, one of the others pulled the strap tight around her waist, then took off her collar only to replace it with one that had a small cowbell at its center. Next, her right ear was pierced and a small silver ring with a black numbered yellow tag was inserted into the hole.

Another cowboy stepped in carrying a large case that he set on a small folding table one of the other cowboys had just finished setting up. When he opened it, Max saw several syringes and individually sealed **** swabs. "Vaccines?" he asked as the new cowboy used a swab on the redhead's right nipple.

"No," Cody said with a smile as the cowboy pushed one of the needles directly into the redhead's nipple making her squeal and squirm. "A potent combination of hormones, in an hour or so, her udders will be swollen and full of milk," he answered as the process was repeated on the other nipple with a new swab and needle. "Hey, how would you like to brand her?"

"Wait, what?"

"It's easy, we use laser branding here. It's less traumatizing for the cows, and has a zero percent infection rate."

"Okay, I'd love to."

"I knew you would. Hey Jack!"

"Yeah, boss?" a man holding an odd-looking handgun replied.

"Help Max here brand that one would you?"

"Hell yeah," he laughed waving Max over.

Max all but ran to the man. "What do you want me to do?"

"First, take the branding gun," he said as he handed Max the device. "Next press it tight against her right cheek," he said pointing to the redhead's ass. "Now, the strap will keep her as still as possible but she might try to move so keep the gun pressed tight."

"Okay," Max said pressing the device hard against the redhead's flesh.

"See that display on top of the branding gun?"

"Yeah."

"That display will fill with lights after you pull and hold the trigger, when it's full, pull the gun away."

"Alright," Max said just before he pulled the trigger. The redhead gritted her teeth, whined, and tried to move her hips. The strap held her tightly in place. Max watched with a smile on his face as one by one the LED lights on the display lit up moving left to right and row by row until every one was lit. He pulled it away and when he did he saw a bright red mark in the shape of the bent-over **** girl that was on all of the vehicles, the side of the big barn, above the front door to the house, and on a large ornament above the ranch's main gate.

"Nicely done," Jack said as he slid on a pair of rubber gloves. He then spread a disinfectant ointment over the redhead's brand and lastly put a bandage on it. "There, when that comes off in a couple of days she'll be good to go. Hey! Send out the next one!"

After helping another 11 girls, Max and Jamal followed Cody into the large barn. Once he saw the inside, Max's jaw dropped. In the center of the large barn were two long lines of hu-cows facing one another. They were bent over slightly, their lips sealed around feeding tubes slowly sucking down tasteless gruel. The right side of the barn was the cows' stalls, and on the left several cows had been placed in stocks with devices stuck to their udders. It only took Max a moment to realize they were either being milked or were about to be. He heard a whirling sound then the sound of an air pump. A moment later he saw milk squirt from the udders of the cow nearest him. Her milk went down a long clear tube that joined with the other leading from her other udder and then continued to a glass bottle where her milk was being collected.

"Scuse me, Max," Jack said as he moved passed the younger man and two a blonde cow that moaned softly into her ball gag as her milk was slowly extracted from her large udders. Jack took out his cock and began fucking the blonde cow vigorously.

"How long are we staying?" Max asked looking at Jamal.

"Until tomorrow, we'll help brand the cows we sent up today, then head home.

"Hey, Max, if you want to make use of any of these cows, feel free," Cody said with a slight laugh.

"Thanks, Mister King," he said with a smile.

"It's just 'Cody' kid," the older man laughed.

"Thanks, Cody," Max said with a nod. Max walked down the long line of cows being milked. A petite Asian cow with udders that look almost comically large on her tiny frame caught his eye. He stood behind her, pulled out his hard cock, and began to fuck her with reckless abandon.

After eating dinner Max was shown to his room for the night. He walked around the large guest room with a smile. Being a room against two exterior walls they were made of log like the rest of the home. The ensuite bathroom had a large shower made of smooth stone with a slightly textured stone floor to make it less slippery. He was just about to go take a shower when a soft knock on the door caught his attention.

"Come in," he said as he turned to face the door. A moment later it opened and a blonde girl dressed in a cut-off shirt that was tied just below her DD breasts that looked as if they were about to spring free stepped into the room. She wore a pair of tight-fitting short denim shorts he was sure offered a teasing glimpse at her ass cheeks, a pair of cowgirl boots that had six-inch stilleto heels, and of course around her neck, she wore a tan leather **** collar. Dangling around her neck, was a pink ball gag on a black leather strap.

"Hello, sir, my name is Caroline," the **** girl said introducing herself with a well-practiced curtsy. "My master has ordered me to see to your needs this evening. May I do anything for you?"

"You can bathe me," Max answered with a smile.

"It would be my pleasure, sir," she said before taking off all of her clothes. She walked into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. A second later, he heard the water turn on and Caroline gasped as what he was sure was cold water hit her. "Sir, the water is hot!" she called a couple of short minutes later. Max walked into the bathroom, removed his clothes, and stepped into the shower where he found Carolin kneeling and waiting for him.

"Maybe I should look into ranching," he thought as Caroline stood and began running her soft hands over his body. She then picked up a bottle of body wash and squirted some onto her hand before rubbing her hands together, and then again running her hands over Max's body.