Hard Stabling
An extreme, over the top bondage fic. Heavily inspired 
by LOL's Houchie Shoujo.
tags: Mf, bd, nc, sad, tort, enem, toys


The barn was beautiful in the late afternoon sun. 
Light poured down through the small cracks in the 
ceiling and the back wall, illuminating the dancing 
dust motes that flittered through the air. There was a 
soft, steady breeze blowing outside, which kept the 
tall grass surrounding the building perpetually 
ruffled. It also took the edge off the summer heat. 
This wasn't the case inside the barn, partially 
because the wind couldn't get in and partially because 
it was a heat trap. The insulation kept the humidity 
at a swelteringly high level, and the moisture in the 
air was mixed in with the scent of hay and wet soil. 
The man had been in the barn for less than a few 
minutes and he was already feeling overheated. He was 
wearing short pants and a thin t-shirt, which helped 
take the edge off, but it still felt like he was in a 
sauna.

The man made his way down one of the narrower hallways, 
where both sides of the corridor were filled with 
empty stalls that had once held livestock. The pens 
weren't very long or wide, and they were barely high 
enough to reach his knees. The walls and gates of the 
cages were made up of thick metal bars, set in a 
checkered pattern of vertical and horizontal stripes 
that formed squares. The holes were wide enough to let 
small animals squeeze out. The man had no idea what 
had been kept in the pens before he had bought the 
property. Anything that wouldn't have been able to 
escape wouldn't have room to move, and each stall was 
only big enough for a single creature. It was a puzzle, 
but the man had never given it much thought. It didn't 
really matter anyways, because their odd design was 
perfect for what they were used for now.

The stall that he was looking for was near the end, 
where the hallway turned left to meet up with the rest 
of the barn. It was in the corner, with no walls or 
other cages next to it. Plenty of space to move around. 
The tray that he had been carrying was placed on the 
floor, just within reach, before he stepped close 
enough to peer down inside.

He couldn't see much of her from where he was standing. 
There was a teenage girl facing away from him, down on 
the ground on all fours. She was covered in a thick, 
dull grey latex suit that ran from her head to her 
toes. Only her crotch and some of her long, dark red 
hair were open to the air. Her arms and legs were bent 
in and bundled up inside the suit, leaving her elbows 
and knees to support her weight. He could see the 
bulge in the sleeves that held her legs, where the 
meat of her thighs fought for space with her calves 
inside the tight rubber sheath. The ends of her 
pseudo-limbs were capped with fake pig hooves. They 
were dug down deep into the loose dirt that made up 
the floor of the pen, though not to the point where 
they were completely buried in the dry muck. The only 
exception was the hoof on her left kneecap, which was 
lodged inside one of the patterned squares near the 
top of the stall. Rope were wrapped around the base of 
the hoof and the bars to keep it in place.  It kept 
her wrapped leg up in the air at an impressively high 
angle. The sight brought to mind the image of a dog 
lifting up its leg.

The girl's crotch was splayed open, but most of it was 
hidden by a dark plastic plate in the shape of a scoop. 
It was shaped to wrap around her groin like a 
loincloth, but more around her ass and taint than the 
front of her body. The lower end of her vagina and her 
pubic mound were the only part of her that wasn't 
hidden away by either it or the gimp suit, but even 
then weren't completely untouched. The girl had a tiny 
barbell piercing through what appeared to be her 
clitoris hood, and it was tied to a small wire that 
looped around the bottom bar of the cage's back wall. 
It had a fair amount of slack to it, but there was 
still enough tension to keep the barbell stretched up 
and away from her body. The flesh around it was red, 
slightly swollen, and shiny with a thin, slick coating 
of her juices. 

There was a black curly pig tail sticking out of the 
end of the plastic covering her asshole. There was 
also a large handle sticking out at the end of the 
scoop near her tailbone. It was tied to some rope, the 
other end of it attached to something near the back of 
her head that he couldn't see. The rope was pulling 
her backside with enough strength to keeping her ass 
tilted up into the air.

The man took in the sight for a minute or two without 
speaking. He knew that she knew he was there. He 
hadn't bothered to hide the sound of his footsteps. 
She hadn't moved since he had arrived. The latex and 
the plastic plug was keeping him from getting a good 
view of anything important, and he was curious to see 
how she was doing, so he circled the pen until he was 
standing front of her.

The bondage was just as thorough in the front as it 
was in the back. A leather hood covered her head, 
topped with fake animal ears and a choker that hugged 
the bottom of her neck. They were both made out of 
dark leather that was the same color as her suit. 
There were holes cut out for her eyes and her lower 
face. Her skin provided a nice visual contrast to the 
hood due to how little slack it gave her; the laces on 
the back had been tightened to the point where he 
could see the curvature of her face from the leather. 
There were two other small holes cut out on each side 
of her head, where strands of her hair had been 
threaded out and wrapped around the nearest bars of 
the cage. They weren't tied very tightly. It was more 
of a loose lasso than anything else. 

A bit gag was in her mouth, and it was kept in place 
by rope looped around the two ends of the gag. This is 
what the plug in the back had been attached to. The 
pressure that was keeping her ass presented was also 
pressing the gag down into her mouth. There was a wide, 
shiny path of dribble streaked across the bottom of 
her chin and neck, and there was a damp patch in the 
soil below her head. A steel nosegag was forcing her 
nostrils open in a distinctly piggish way. The hook's 
cord was sewn into the crown of the hood, and it was 
just barely long enough to reach her nose. To top it 
all off, a padlock hung from below her chin, keeping 
two straps that converged from the back of her head in 
place. The straps had to be loosened before the gimp 
mask could be removed.

Below all this, almost hidden from view, a thin but 
long rod hung between the girl's breasts. Her nipples 
were pierced, and the rod had been threaded through 
her body and the latex suit. Wires connected it to the 
front gate, forcing her nipples through the same 
punishment as her pussy was suffering through. The 
only difference between them was how little slack 
there was in the wires up front. She was facing the 
floor straight down, but her nipples were facing 
forward, the angle as close to perpendicular as 
possible.

The teenage girl met his eyes with a strained, 
unflinching gaze. The man could see how the skin that 
wasn't covered was flushed a deep red and coated with 
sweat. The man wasn't surprised. The barn was hot, and 
she was wearing rubber. He stared back impassively, 
and after a short staring match she blinked, closed 
her eyes, and opened them again with a squint. Her 
eyes were red, a glimmer of unshed tears in the corner 
of her eyes. It was probably because of the salty 
sweat dripping down her forehead. She still hadn't 
moved. He was pretty sure that she couldn't twitch 
without tugging against something.

The man took in the girl's silent and tortured body 
and, after a few moments to thought, he leisurely 
knelt down and took out a handkerchief from his pocket. 
He dabbed it across her face, carefully wiping off the 
worst of the sweat and the spittle around her mouth. 
Her expression relaxed into something a bit more 
grateful than before, thought it was still a strong 
undercurrent of strain. She was uncomfortable. He 
could change that.

He stood back up and walked back towards her ass. He 
took a hold of the knot of rope tied to the plastic 
belt handle. He fiddled with it, his first few 
fumbling attempts at getting it loose caused the rope 
to jerk back and forth, pushing and pulling against 
both the gag and the plastic belt. The girl didn't 
make any noises of protest outside of some quiet 
grunts, however, and he finished before anything else 
happened. It all came apart with a sudden burst of 
slack, and the girl's ass immediately fell down into a 
lower, more natural position. The man thought he heard 
a sigh of relief, but the noise was so quiet that he 
wasn't sure.

He helped slide the bit gag out of her mouth. The girl 
didn't say anything once it was out. Instead, she ran 
her tongue across the inside of her mouth, and then 
began to tenderly flex her jaw back and forth. The man 
wiped her face with the handkerchief once again, 
removing the last of the spit and sweat from her face. 
He absentmindedly examined the gag in his other hand 
while he let her stretch the few sore muscles that she 
now could.

It wasn't very large. In fact, it was narrow enough to 
fit in her mouth while still giving her room to talk. 
The man knew that the size hadn't stopped it from 
being discomforting to wear, the gag had been pressing 
down hard against the back of her mouth. It was more 
awkward than painful, but that was bad enough on its 
own, especially when there were so many other things 
she had to deal with at the same time. Another problem 
to juggle.

He walked back to the tray he had brought in earlier 
and picked up his plug adjuster. It was a pair of 
rubber tubes connected to two small plastic bulbs. He 
had made it out of a few blood pressure test armbands 
that he had bought on the internet. With it in hand, 
he leaned over the bottom of the girl's plastic 
loincloth belt thing. There were two slots right below 
the pig tail, and he threaded both of the tubes into 
them, pushing them through until they were all the way 
in. There were tiny, almost unnoticeable knobs near 
these two holes; the man carefully took his 
fingernails and used them to tighten the tube channels. 
It would keep them from popping out. Once that was 
done, he took the smaller bulb and loosened the knob 
that kept it airtight.

Air hissed out in a single sharp stream, and the girl 
let loose a soft, nearly involuntary moan. It was just 
as high pitched as the noise the pump made. He ignored 
her. Once the deflation was complete, he grabbed the 
end of the plastic belt with both hands, one at the 
top and one at the bottom. The man paused, double-
checked what he was about to do in his head, and then 
he began the process of taking the whole thing off.

He took his time, but the slow pace was still rough 
enough to have the girl groaning and grunting in 
disapproval, though she was putting in effort to keep 
herself from making too much of a racket. Drawing the 
process out gave the man a good view of the plugs he 
was removing. There were three dildos inside the 
plastic belt; one for the pussy, one for the asshole, 
and one for her urethra.

The last one was the smallest and most eye-catching of 
the bunch. It was a thin, short stick with a 
collection of bead bumps molded into it. They were 
lined up across the base, the tip, and the shaft. It 
was the reason why he was being so careful. He didn't 
want to damage anything.

 It was the shortest plug by far, and the man was able 
to work it out of her body relatively quickly. She had 
to suffer through a minute or two of painful jostling, 
but that was it. Once it was out and no longer in the 
way, the man let himself speed up. The girl let out a 
soft huff at him suddenly becoming rougher, but he 
just shushed her with a slap to the ass and jerk that 
took out another notch of dildo. She bit her lip and 
didn't make any other noises. 

The second plug out was the anal dildo. It was as 
straight as an arrow and noticeably thicker at the tip 
than at any other part. There was a long rubber strip 
right underneath the end knob. It was the inflatable 
part of the toy, and it was where the compressed air 
had been before the man had released it. It was flat 
now. 

The last plug came out almost at the same time as the 
second, which was because they both had nearly the 
same length. It was an extremely thick dildo, with a 
large, bulging rubber vein running across the part of 
the shaft that faced the ass. The crown at the end was 
shaped like a hyper-realistic penis head, though it 
was twice the size of a normal head with a pronounced 
upward bend. It was also just long enough to have it 
centered right below the tip of the anal dildo.

The man couldn't imagine how the girl had felt with 
those dildos inside her. The size of the sex toys were 
incredibly intimidating. And that was with no air 
pumped in the ass plug! The anal strip was placed so 
that, once inflated, it would press down against the 
spot right below the crown of the other dildo. The 
designer of the belt was kind enough to keep the 
bulges spread out, at least. The girl seemed less 
tense with it all out of her body. It wasn't a 
surprise.

He hung the sex toy belt from the top bar of the pen. 
He made sure to keep the plugs away from the dirty 
metal. He didn't want to have to stop and wash them. 
The men stepped towards the tray, ignoring the girl 
for a moment, and picked up the food and the large 
soda cup full of water. He presented it to her face 
with a small flourish.

It was a hot dog, and it was coated in semen. Large 
globs and thin dollops zigzagged across it like 
ketchup, and a particularly thick strand hung halfway 
off the edge of the sausage, only held in place due to 
it being cold and congealed. It was obvious that the 
amount of cum covering it had to have come from a lot 
of people. Somewhere around a dozen at the bare 
minimum. The girl's eyes widened at the sight, disgust 
settling across her face the instant she realized what 
it was. She sneered as well as she could with the nose 
gag, the crinkles in the corner deepening, and she 
closed her mouth with a quiet click of her teeth. The 
man, in response, lowered the hot dog so that it was 
in front of her lips.

The man stood still while the girl kept to her 
stubborn refusal. A minute into their showdown, the 
girl's stomach gurgled, causing her already red cheeks 
to flush a shade darker. The man continued to wait. It 
only took thirty seconds afterwards before she gave in. 
Hunger trumped her pride.

Her first bite was delicate and dainty, a careful 
extension of her teeth with no tongue. She ended up 
awkwardly slurping the dangling glob of semen into her 
mouth with no actual food accompanying it. It was 
swallowed with a grimace and a small shudder, but she 
didn't spit it out. Her next attempt was more natural, 
and it netted actual meat. Her expression was slightly 
less repulsed than before. The man let the food drift 
closer, enough so that she could reach the food 
without having to strain forward.

 After that, they settled into a rhythm. The girl 
would eat, the man would move it closer, and so on. 
The man offered her sips of soda between every other 
third bite, which she happily drank through a straw. 
She was thirstier than she was hungry. It also rinsed 
the cum from her mouth, which had the unintended side 
effect of making the taste of the next bite of food 
more pronounced than it would be otherwise. She caught 
on to what he was doing, but there wasn't anything she 
could do about it. She wasn't about to turn down the 
drink.

Both the food and the drink were polished off. The man 
wasn't surprised at the speed that they were finished. 
The hotdog was her lunch for the day, and the 
oppressive heat had wringed sweat from her by the 
bucket. The man understand how fast a person could 
become dehydrated in such hot weather. It could become 
dangerous if measures weren't taken to counteract it.

He brought out the handkerchief to wipe her face down 
one last time, removing some small patches of smeared 
semen from her mouth in the process, and then he 
walked away, circling back to the girl's behind. Her 
crotch was just as wet and inflamed as before, red and 
swollen like her face, and the starfish shaped bud of 
her asshole was still a little loose. It even twitched 
while he watched it. It hadn't settled all the way 
back into place, which was a stirring testament to how 
punishing the anal plug had been.  The man could 
imagine how relieved the girl felt. He could imagine 
how hopeful and relatively free of pain she was now 
that the plugs were gone, how relaxed she was becoming. 
After all, the signs were all pointing to her being 
released soon. She was in the clear.

The man took out a small tube of lube from his pocket, 
liberally applied it to the relevant parts of the belt, 
and then knelt down behind her with it in hand. He 
lined the scoop up with her crotch, touched the tips 
to the entrances of their respective holes, and then 
pushed. The girl's breath hitched at the touch. Her 
body startled, but the movement did nothing. She 
couldn't squirm far without hurting herself. She 
clenched her muscles impotently and groaned, but that 
did not stop the man from pressing the plugs into her. 
The girl mewled and whined, but the man only clicked 
his tongue. 

The urethra plug proved to be the hardest part. The 
thin beaded stick was obnoxious to handle due to how 
careful the man was. He didn't want to injure here, 
and that it turn made it harder for him to fully 
leverage the force needed to split her ass open. He 
had penetrated her with the other two shafts without 
any problems, but the third hole was a different story. 
There was progress with every second of careful 
pressure, but he wasn't as fast as he had been before.

By the time everything was all the way in, the girl 
was making muted noises of discomfort that seemed 
almost involuntary. When the man absentmindedly placed 
his hand on the leg that was hoisted up in the air, he 
could feel how it trembled through the latex.

The man gave the girl some time to calm down and relax. 
Or, to be more accurate, for her to get used to being 
stuffed again, the feeling of being full in the truest 
sense of the word. It must have taken a serious amount 
of effort to adjust to the sensation, but even so her 
twitching subsided after a minute or two. It didn't go 
away completely, but the man was fine with that. She 
had been holding her position for some time, he had 
expected her to be sore. He was honestly surprised 
that she was dealing with it as well as she was.

The man took something from the tray behind her. For 
the first time since he had arrived, he spoke. "I've 
noticed how hot it is," he said. "And I thought I 
might bring you something to help you stay hydrated."

He leaned over and dangled it in front of her. It was 
a liter bottle of soda, but filled with a clear liquid 
lightly tinged brown. The man shook it, causing some 
of the sediment inside to swirl around. He brought it 
back to his side. Thought the teenager didn't make a 
sound, the man caught her confusion, and the unspoken 
question. 

He didn't respond. Instead, he reattached the plug 
adjuster to the sex toy belt. The two bulbs hung down 
from the soft plastic hosing, dangling just above the 
ground. The man flicked one to the side, and the other 
found its way into his hand.

"A quart isn't that much for an enema," the man said 
in a conversational tone. "But as I said, this is to 
keep you from drying out. You won't be expelling this, 
your body will be absorbing it."

The man clenched the bulb in his fist, the hiss of air 
being pumped into the tube clear in the otherwise 
silent room. The latex strip just below the tip of the 
anal dildo expanded ever so slightly, and as the man 
continued to pump the plug began to slowly grow. 
Clench, air was pushed inside, release, pause, another 
clench, and so on. The girl bit her lip but made no 
noise.

"I might have added something special to the mixture," 
the man admitted. "A small irritant. Nothing harmful 
or dangerous. Just a little pick me up. Something to 
focus on."

The strip grew larger and larger, slowly but surely 
pressing down hard and harder against the walls of her 
asshole. A rhythm was being built, a building of 
suspense and pressure. There was a moment, a very 
specific second, when a soft jolt ran down her body. 
The rubber plug inside the dildo had reached a special 
width. It was the size that began the transition away 
from being merely uncomfortable to something that was 
more. She moaned, low and deep from the bottom of her 
throat. The man continued on.

Clench, hiss, pause, then release. The same tireless 
repetitions, over and over again. They came one after 
the other, and the girl scrambled to adjust. The size 
of what she was dealing with was making it difficult, 
but she didn't have a choice. She wasn't being given 
time to ease into it.

When the man was done, the plug inside the dildo was 
wider than before he had deflated it. Not by much, but 
it didn't have to be. It had been big in the first 
place. Though the man had just wiped her down, a new 
coat of sweat was now clinging to her face.

The end of the second tube was dropped into the soda 
bottle, and the first bulb was replaced by the second. 
The man only stopped to double check the gear before 
he once again began pumping. He was slower than he had 
been before, but not by much. It took around half a 
dozen pumps for the first of the enema to reach the 
girl's ass. He could tell because his other hand was 
on her back, and the sudden clenching of her body was 
strong enough for him to feel. 

"I'm sorry," the man said, "but I was lying earlier. 
From what I understand, the herb that I mixed in 
actually causes some rather intense cramps. The person 
I bought it from had used it on his own sub, and they 
were forced to expel it after twenty minutes. Just 
couldn't take it. Mind you, their enema was a full 
gallon, much more than a single liter, and they had 
planned on expelling it beforehand. It was a test to 
see how long it could be retained. The recipe called 
for a larger retention than this, and I couldn't be 
sure how much that would change the effect, so I added 
a little more than what was called for."

Clench, another squirt taken from the bottle, release, 
and then a pause before the next pump. Then came a 
repeat. And then another. Again and again, like a one-
two punch. "Well, it could have been just a little. It 
depends on how important the ratio of liquids to herb 
is. Either way, it should be stronger than it would 
normally be."

His words were punctuated with the continued 
administration of the enema. The bottle was getting 
emptier and emptier. It was halfway gone now.

"Just think of it as an experiment. If it ends up 
being more bearable than expected, I can just give you 
another one with a stronger concentration. If not? 
Well, that's fine. What doesn't kill you makes you 
stronger, right? It builds character." He patted her 
ass. 

It took a minute for him to finish. She said nothing 
during the whole thing. The man had to admit that she 
had been very obedient, accepting everything with all 
the grace she could muster. More than anyone else 
could. The man very lightly strummed the wire attached 
to her vagina like it was a guitar chord. She flinched 
like she had been goosed, then shuddered and went 
still.

There was one last thing that needed to be done. The 
man took the bit gag and, with the same casual 
nonchalance as before, offered it to her mouth. She 
locked eyes with him, her strained, red face facing up 
against his pale, unconcerned expression. For the 
first time since he had walked in, the man let 
something leak across his face. Something beyond the 
cool professionalism. He saw the moment when she 
spotted the faint, thin amusement that hung off his 
almost nonexistent smile. The girl's attitude faltered.

It faded away in pieces, and was replaced by something 
more sullen. The girl looked down, or rather quit 
stretching her head up towards him, and opened her 
mouth. It was a passive gesture, an obedient one. The 
man placed the gag inside and wasted no time in tying 
it back in place. He had to pull on her head and the 
handle of the sex toy belt in order to get enough 
slack for the rope. The man ignored her pained 
reaction to the rough manhandling. He quit tugging at 
the plugs and the gag once they were tied together 
again. When he release his hands from the rope, he 
revealed that he there was now less slack than before. 
Her head and her ass were forced farther up then 
before.

The man stepped away from the cage. He took stock of 
what was in front of him. He inspected the latex suit 
that covered nearly all of the teenage girl's body, 
the way her legs were bunched up underneath her and 
how her knees had to carry all of her weight. Except 
for the one propped up, of course. He felt the 
stifling, humid heat, how it clung to him even in 
light clothes. He saw how stretched the girl was, both 
from the wires and the dildos. She was painfully 
immobile, unable to do anything. The only noise in the 
room came from was her heavy breathing.

"I'll return when the weather cools down. Probably 
this evening," the man said. "Maybe later. We'll see. 
Either way, I'll leave you to it."

The man bent down and plucked everything he had 
brought in off the ground, then dumped it on the tray. 
He walked away unhurriedly, the rustle of his 
footsteps against the hay on the ground the only sound 
of his passing. He ambled down the corner and across 
the hallway, soon out of sight.

The girl might not have been able to guess that the 
man had finally begun to smile, but the man had a good 
idea what the expression on her face was.