Zeke filled a large bucket with cold water from a hose, picked up a clean sponge, and dipped it in the water. “Shhh… little filly… Zeke’s gonna clean you up and make you feel good,” he promised with a soothing tone of voice. But when he pressed the cold sponge to my forehead, I jerked my head and tried to step back, but the hobbles restrained me, so I snorted through my nose. “Whoa, Gal, Whoa!” Zeke commanded. Sighing through my nose, I settled down and Zeke proceeded to give me a cold water sponge bath. Either I got used to the temperature, or the water in the bucket picked up warmth from the air, because when Zeke used the sponge on my back, it actually felt good. He also lovingly sponged the sweat off my tits.
The right side of my butt was the dirtiest part of me, since I was sweaty when I landed on it in the corral dirt. Zeke had to scrub there and rinse out the sponge a few times to get that area clean. The side of my right leg wasn’t too bad. He sponged off both my legs thoroughly. Then, with a fresh bucket of water, so he could make certain that the sponge was quite clean, he carefully rubbed it along the outside of my pussy, then spread me open, and sponged my more intimate tissues. He was doing such a lovely, caring job there that I began moaning into the bit in my teeth. Finally, he set the sponge down and used a sort of rubbery squeegee to scrape any excess water down off my skin. So now I knew what ‘horse care’ felt like. Later, when I saw horses being curry combed, I was glad Zeke hadn’t rubbed my skin with those combs, since they had sharp teeth!
Zeke looked at some papers, and then told me, “Looks like I’ve got one more job before I release you, little filly.” He gently toweled off my left butt cheek. As he did so, I looked back and learned that the sponging hadn’t removed or even smeared the ink for the ranch’s brand. Zeke picked up an iron that was smaller than the Bar M brand. He pressed it first against a large ink pad, and then carefully pressed it against the skin of my left butt cheek directly below the ranch brand.
When he was done, I asked in a voice distorted by the rubber mouth bit, “What was that?”
Zeke grinned and pressed it a against a scrap of clean paper. It read ‘breeder’ in small print. I looked at him with a curious expression, so he explained. “Your paperwork says you want to have sexual experiences while you’re here, so that tells the ranch hands that they can use you at will. “Yore shore a fine lookin’ filly, so I’ll demonstrate.” He unzipped his jeans, pulled out his now swollen cock, poked it into my pussy, grabbed my hips, and started pumping. Before I could even blink, I was being fucked! Being ‘taken’ like this — just grabbed and used unceremoniously triggered something deep in my core. I howled as best I could with my teeth biting the rubber bit, and my hips started rocking back into his thrusts. I took him as deep as I could, and soon an onlooker probably couldn’t guess who was fucking who! But then he started spurting, and I had a screaming climax as I felt his hot cum!