“I’m not… I’m not sure…” Candace replied to the man holding the leash in his hand.
“What aren’t you sure about?” the man replied letting the leach slip between his fingers and then spinning it around in the air.
Her eyes went right to it as it spun and she let out a little whimper. She’d been on the farm for two weeks and she knew it wouldn’t be longer before she had to choose a path.
The man in front of her, in the stetson and cowboy boots would take her over to the stables and start her training to be a Whorsie. She’d bumped into anther man that had a cattle prod slung over his shoulder and would have taken her to the milk house to start her training as a Hucow.
There were other men walking around, some would take her to be a puppygirl, or a kitten. There was even on that would have finished covering in latex and make a nameless, faceless drone.
The problem was that they all sounded too good.
She knew that was a result of the drugged food and constant subliminal and superliminal messaging that she received whenever she was any of the indoor areas, including her room, but it make it no less true.
The click of the leash being attached to her choker brought her back to the moment and her eyes went wide, “But…” she started to protest but her voice feel silent as a moan escaped her lips and a shiver caused goosebumps to form all over her skin.
“That’s a good girl. I’ve got a black stallion that I’m going to pair you up with that will be just perfect.” he said and then turned and gave her leash a little tug.
Instinctively she let out a whinny and then started trotting along behind him, lifting her knees high into the air.
“I’ve got a pair of binders to put on your arms as well as a nice bit and blinders set back at the barn. We’ll get you all trained up for the auction so you’ll be ready for your new owner in no time.”
She whinny’d again in relief, she no longer had to worry about choices or anything else, everything would be decided for her from here on out. All she had to do was follow instructions and be the best Whorsie she could be.
