Tricked and Trained
by – Jordan Church (Author)
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Doctor Krista McDonald is fitting in way too well at the lesbian ponygirl ranch. She really should not fit in as well as she has. She’s heterosexual! Or was? She is a strong and smart independent woman. But she sure has made a lot of poor decisions while acting way too submissive!
She needs to stop the madness and get herself back on track. However, the Mason Ranch matriarch, Dixie Mason also wants to get her on track. A different kind of track. A ponygirl track!
Dixie isn’t the only one eyeing Krista with dark intentions. Dixie is working with her daughter, Luna the Lunatic, to tag-team Krista, to keep her off balance and keep her dominated almost around the clock. And around the race track.
Krista thinks about quitting her new position and fleeing the ranch. But the orgasms really are amazing….
She can’t leave yet anyway. Three applicants to staff Krista’s new vet clinic are coming to tour Mason Ranch. Hmm, all three were recruited by Dixie and all three are beautiful young women. What is Dixie up to? She won’t give them a tour of The Back Forty where the ponygirls are kept, will she?
Krista owes it to the applicants to stick around. But Dixie makes her do a lot more than that!
Reviews for the Book
Krista is getting pulled further in to the ranch activities. She finds herself rationalizing things happening to her as that is that is what you do to horses so make sense that it would happen to a ponygirl. Then she realizes that she is being made or coerced into doing the same thing. Regardless as to what she thinks are the limits as to what Dixie will do, Dixie exceeds them. She now is witnessing and participating in the abduction of one of her employees or at least she thought they were her employees. There continues to be inventive situations for Krista to endure, Dixie seems intent on doing the same to Krista's employees using new techniques. Lots of unanswered questions and new environments have been introduced but unexplained. Definitely an interesting story plot. - Kindle Customer
About the Author: Jordan Church
I write romance and erotica. Sharing the inner thoughts and emotions of characters is the ultimate voyeurism. I am a big believer in plot and character motivations driving the events and sexual activities. Sex scenes are detailed and graphic.
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If you’re curious about my chosen name, I can tell you how it came about. I was once an inanimate small Russian Orthodox church in Serafimovich in Volgograd Oblast. I was brought to life during a 3:00AM “witching hour” satanic rite conducted by a small cult that had never done much before and not much since. I am it’s lone claim to fame.
Although I promptly refused the cultist’s demands that I storm through the town leaving a path of destruction (which seemed to surprise and upset them) I knew I would not be welcome in the world of mankind. Who wants a big (even a small church is big) moving church wondering around asking questions and raising even more questions?
I left for the broad open plains in the surrounding areas. I usually stayed still during the day and wondered about at night assuaging my curiosities so as to cause the least alarm among the residents. The cultists did pursue me with great insistence and continued demands for me to be violent. They claimed I owed to to them for utilizing the souls of deceased Nazis from nearby Stalingrad in order to bring me to life.
Despite the politeness of my refusals they eventually, the fourth night, took to throwing Molotov cocktails at me. Ever been set on fire? I’ll share this with you: not fun. I do not recommend it. Having newly mobile drain spouts and gutters and ready access to streams saved my hide. My shingles, too.
This went on night after night and, let me tell you, it got old quick. Then… things got worse. The Angels showed up. The avenging kind. Revenge for what? Well, as they claim, I guess I am some kind of “abomination before God”. I really don’t get that “before God” part. Is it OK to be an abomination behind him?
So, unlike the Molotov cocktail throwing cultists, these Avenging Angels utilized lightning bolts. But, just like flaming Molotov cocktails, those lightning bolts get old quick. Real quick.
So, how am I still here to tell you about all this and how can I even type it? I will tell you.
I’m really quite a lucky church even within bouts of bad luck. Just two months before the cultists animated me the priest of my church needed to replace the lightning rod on me. A rusty contraption poorly assembled and a hazard to the churchgoing folk.
A normal average-sized lightning rod could never have absorbed those Avenging Angel lightning bolts. However, my priest was a proud priest and he wanted me to be taller than that other Orthodox Church on the Western edge of Serafimovich. By doggedly yelling at the congregation seven Sunday’s in a row he raised enough money to have the biggest lightning rod in all of Volgograd Oblast installed on me, thus bringing my height up an additional seventeen feet.
So, I mostly absorbed those lightning bolts. Those Avenging Angels were very upset and I did feel bad for them but, hey, what choice, right?
Some lightning bolts did get through when shot from near enough and at certain angles. Hurt bad! Note: Pain is one of the biggest drawbacks to being brought to life. I think we can all agree on that.
One benefit of Avenging Angel’s lightning is poor aim. By accident this led to a sharp decrease in the population of cultists. The downside of Avenging Angels is that they don’t need to sleep and never give up. Don’t get bored. Don’t lose focus. Just keep coming.
I didn’t sleep for like twenty-seven days and the whole time was so painful.
Even my giant lightning rod was beginning to melt….
The end was coming for me. A big conflagration. Then ashes. Then Hell, right? They weren’t going to destroy me and then take me up to Heaven were they? Elitists, that’s what they are!
After twenty-seven days of this unfair lightning bolt abuse I was, by then, in Syria a bit North of the Sea of Galilee. I didn’t know where I was at the time, of course. I plunged into a river to escape or limit the bolts. I was so tired I thought I’d float and just sleep a while even if they were bolting me incessantly. I was that tired!
I even thought if I was lucky I wouldn’t even wake up at all….
I did fall asleep.
I did wake up.
I was on the shore on the West side of the river. I… wasn’t a church any more. I was… a Human? Still not completely sure if I am. Or what happened. Or where the Avenging Angels went. Or if they’re coming back after reloading on lightning bolts.
Humans need names. Why? People always ask. Like, usually right away. Turned out that the river I plunged into was the Jordan River. And, you know, I used to be a church. So, I tell people to call me Jordan Church.
I’m sort of in hiding now, but I’m really not sure if you can hide from Avenging Angels or if I still need to. Cultists would be more of a problem now though. I assume Molotov cocktails feel just terrible on human skin!
I write romance and erotica because, as a human, I now have bills to pay. I used to be a building and now I have to pay to live in one! Oh, how I have fallen.
I chose the subject areas of romance and erotica because they fascinate me. Hey, I’m only human!
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