She lay on the hay in her stall, bored almost mindless, still gasping and occasionally sniffling from the whipping she'd been given a few hours previously.  With no hands or arms she was unable to rub away the burning pain of the stripes across her buttocks and that added even more to her misery.  The only way she could judge the passage of time was the shifting light on the wall when she tossed and turned.

"God!" she thought in an emotional whirl of distressed thoughts, "How am I ever going to escape from here?  They've taken my arms, removed my tongue and fitted me with permanent restraints.  I can't stand how helpless and vulnerable I am!"

She rolled to her side and more tears of terror and misery trickled down her cheeks while feeling the bells and chain dangling from her nipples, and even more so, the heavy collar welded closed around her neck.

When she rolled onto her back and then spread her legs, she again felt the thick, deeply set and now locked together rings through her labia ... the inner layer of the chastity device, and its bell that she wore all the time.  A wordless, heart felt wail of misery came unbidden to her throat, but when she attempted to articulate her misery, the bar of her bit, with her tongue ring locked to it, hurt her terribly.

Before being fully harnessed, she was always fitted with a very sturdy, steel reinforced leather corset and then the outer part of the chastity device was locked onto and into her sex.  It was designed so that she was constantly aware of it, but could do absolutely nothing to satisfy her desire.

She was no longer a person, for, soon after her arrival at the ranch she'd been horrifically branded and now had to answer only to the command of reins and leashes.  Some time later, she heard a noise outside the stall then one of the young men who were stable hands entered and pulled her up to kneel before him.  He'd used a strong grip on her collar, partially choking her, but she was unable to protest his uncaring treatment other than with wordless whinnies and partially strangled moans.

Kneeling there before him, even though he was not a large man, she felt very small and helpless, especially wearing her permanent bit and bridle.  He fondled her stiffened, Mohawk cut hair for a moment then pulled down the zipper of his trousers and she shuddered with misery, knowing what was coming next but unable to resist in any way.

Soon , it was over, and he stared into her eyes, touching her face with some tenderness, wiping away her tears of humiliation, even though she was only one of the many young, female horse women in the stable.  Even so, the next part of her humiliation as a Horse Woman was to come when he bent her over his knee and administered a long spanking that quickly had her back in wordless tears of anger and pain.

After her spanking ... it was mandatory after a sexual episode of any kind ... he pulled her up by her collar and led her from the stall and down the central aisle of the barn to the stall of another girl who had been made into a voiceless, armless Horse Woman, and dressed in the same types of restraints, bit and bridle that she wore.

The two Horse Women inspected each other wordlessly, seeing mirror images of themselves for the first time.  They were not permitted to possess mirrors or any means of telling time; these acting as additional measures of control and subjugation.  The stall's barred steel door closed with a crash and was locked, leaving the two young women alone to continue inspecting one another.

Then, with a mutual fervent desire, they sank onto the thick bed of hay and began fondling each other's bodies as best they could without arms, hands or tongues.  It was difficult and painful for them both, thanks to their nipple to nipple chains snagging on each others breasts and also because of the frustrating chastity devices they each wore.

Wordless cries and wails of denied desire filled the stall while they rolled back and forth in a frenzy of frantic movement, because the deeply affixed chastity devices ensured that the short, stubby remnants of their tongues, now also deeply and cruelly ringed and held within their mouths by their awful bits, could not alleviate the insatiable desires they lived with every day.

The loss of her ability to speak any kind of intelligible word was perhaps the worst thing she had been made to suffer.  Now, all she could do was to make strangled noises whenever she attempted to speak, and with the device fastened onto and into the stub of her tongue, it was painful and so she gradually became a silent animal, as she was supposed to be.

After an hour of attempting to gain some sort of sexual relief they both gave up in tears and lay listlessly on the hay, gasping for breath and shuddering with reaction.

Still trying to gain relief, she eventually managed to stand then shuffled over to the food bench and attempted to rub herself to an orgasm on it's rounded corner.  It soon hurt too much when her locked together labia rings tugged fearsomely and the bell dangling from her clitoris caught on a snag also.

She sank to her knees again and dropped her face into the dog food tray, then with difficulty, lapped up some of the wheat and grain mash that she had become used to accepting for all of her meals.  When she'd finished eating what she could, still kneeling, she sank back on her haunches and looked down.

The first thing she saw and could not ignore, was the brand that showed her new identity, this across her upper chest, over her prominent breasts.  These were now ringed and belled and each nipple was joined to the other by a heavy, finely-linked stainless steel chain that tugged and swung constantly and annoyingly, but she could not escape it.

Below, when she angled her hips to stick out her crotch, she could see the tattoo above her pussy and the shiny upper portions of the chastity device she could not escape, ever.

Also being fitted with the thick, heavy, welded-closed septum ring was another humiliation, for even with a single crooked finger through it, she could be easily compelled to do whatever was required, no matter how much she fought and didn't want to.

It was time for her to earn her keep and so the stable hand soon had her locked into the severe corset and shoulder harness, then he attached the outer cover of her chastity device.  His fingers hooked into the back restraint ring of her shoulder's heavy harness and he pushed her forward.  She felt so small, helpless and vulnerable while he made her walk along, nipple bells jingling and the chain swinging weightily between them, tugging constantly on her swaying breasts.

Within two minutes, she had been hitched to a small carriage beside another of the stable's herd of horse women and they inspected each other silently, wondering who would do most of the work of pulling.

Once hitched up, neither young woman could release herself or the other and so they awaited the command to start, dreading the whip strokes they knew would come if they didn't give their best effort.

On other occasions, she was single hitched to a light cart and then exercised remorselessly, but after, was always permitted to drink what she could at the horse watering trough.  That though was a most humiliating and difficult process and left her always in tears.

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There are many fantasies of having an available female, always encased and waiting for one's use, and the images below show this aspect of feminine control quite well.

The above, thick and locked-closed fibre glass case contains a young lady who has been fully fitted with an elecrifiable dildo and butt plug and a set of nipple breast electrodes.  She is gagged severely within her case, blind and deaf, unable to move an inch.

When the e-stim is turned on, all she can do is shiver, and when it is taken to the higher levels, she cannot move to escape it, and can only scream and plead with her black and silent Hell. but no sound emerges from the case.

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