From the many camera angles and scenes members could choose from, one in particular was creating the most interest. The interior of an old barn, its new occupant crying out for help which would never come.
Eddy restrained on old wooden pallet, displayed like a frog, ready for dissection. Cable ties held her thighs wide, digging into golden sun tanned flesh, pinning them flat at the knees to the rough wood. More ties on both ankles, sneakers and socks gone, her toes curling and unfurling.
Elbows strained down at right angles to her body, wrists sore and chafing, strapped down either side of her head, also immobilised by a wide tie around her neck.
Her short skirt was flipped up, displaying plain white skimpy briefs, her crotch thrust up towards the camera lens by a leather covered bolster wedged under the small of her back. The position made her pussy pout – the slightly slick indentation and labia straining and visible against the thin fabric.
Her blouse was still tied at the waist, but ripped wide open, white peal buttons scattered across the floor, her 34dd breasts cupped in a white low cut bra.
Eddys silky brown hair splayed out around her head like a halo, a tight black blindfold obscuring beautiful hazel, innocent eyes.
“HELLO….HELLO…ANYBODY THERE” she shouted. Silence. She chewed at her cherry red bottom lip.
“HELLO….ANYBODY…HELLO…HELP ME….PLEASE HELP ME”. A tear trickled down a cheek from below the blindfold.
A banner ran across the bottom of the screen.
“Eddy – just turned 18 – pure Christian girl – still intact – be the first with this bible bashing babe. She’s can be yours to use as you want.Bidding closes soon”.
At the top of the screen a clock was counting down. Just under an hour to go.
45 minutes later.
Jon stepped into Bernies server room. Bernie, feet up on a desk, swigging a bottle of Bud, staring at the screen intently, chuckling as Eddy screamed and hollered for help.
“Just as well I had a poke about in her pie – fully intact virgin – dumb bitch was wearing an abstinence ring – gonna make a bundle with that one. Hows the bidding going”?
Without looking up, Bernie made a few clicks with the mouse and the screen split in half.
“Bidding room shows The Russian is ahead by a mile”.
“How much”?
“Just over 500,000 at the moment – looks like the Mexicans are having a think, but I guess they may go for a straight out purchase. Vlad text me earlier – says he is on his way with his cronies. He’s that sure of winning”.
“Well he has the cash to outbid anyone on our books. Whats Ron up to?”
Bernie clicked the mouse a few more times, the screen filled with a close up of Rons face buried into Cherrys pussy. She was wailing and begging.
“He’s been eating her out since you left”.
“Really….?”
Jon left Bernie to his beer, eager to get on with Cherrys next scene.
Jon watched from the bottom of the basement steps as Ron lapped and suckled on Cherrys splayed hole.
Stepping closer he could see Ron had released her strangled clit from the painful grip of the steel ring, his lips working on its engorged length, drawing on it, dragging it back and forth across his rasping tongue. A long middle finger disappearing between her bottom cheeks, knuckle deep and stirring the insides of her anus.
Every now and again she would rise up, thighs locked and straining, her arms like steel ropes as she rode upwards and begging.
“Ah….ah…Oh.please please please….so close….pleeeeeese….nearly…nearly…neeeeear…please..almost ………..”. Ron released her clit, his chin and pig skin apron awash with her juices. He stared up at her and grinned. Her body glistening with perspiration, twitching, thrashing and humping at thin air.
“How many times have you made her cum?”
Ron turned to his brother with an evil smile, “She aint cum at all…..though I lost count of the times she nearly did. Probably nearly thirty times… maybe…pricked her with some of the loopy juice. Been keeping the bitch on edge. She begs so beautifully.”
“Please please please – I was so close….please…I need to cum” she babbled, her hips grinding an invisible lover, tears streaming down her freckled cheeks.
Ron stood, moving behind her. A long middle finger once again forced its way past her anal ring, jabbing in deep. Reaching his other hand over a strained and aching thigh, his thumb and forefinger stroked up and down her trembling clit. Masturbating her gently along its full length, keeping her on edge and begging for relief.
Jon stood before her, grinning at her. “Wanna cum piggy” he voiced.
“Oh god …god…god…please…I neeeed to…please…”.
“Then beg me to fuck you with this” he said, raising a 220volt drill – a thick black long dildo in its chuck, sprouting stiff half inch bristles around and along its length.
“Noooo…..please…no…just keep on..nearly…so near…just keep doing…oh…oh…oh..”. Just about to climax, her crotch thrusting desperately, Rons fingers left her her clit, keeping her hanging, wailing in a mad frustration. Cunt dripping.
“Beg me. Beg me to clean you out filthy pig”.
Cherry couldn’t stand the aching need, the injection Ron had given her, sending a craving wanton need through her perspiring flesh.
“PLEASE……fuck me, fuck me with it….clean me out…please…cant stand it….I need it….CLEAN ME OUT”.
“My pleasure” he said pushing an inch of the spiked dildo into her spread hole.
The finger deep in her anus started stirring her guts, as Ron set about her clit once more, only this time gripping hard, twisting and yanking.
“Aaaaaargh……oh…please….not not soooo hard”.
Jon pulled the trigger, the intruder turning slowly then faster, the bristles rasping her pussy walls, as it entered her dripping hole, inch by twisting inch.
Her toes curled, thighs and calves rigid as she rose up, until she was no longer an inverted T. Now a screaming Y, the drill and attachment followed her upwards, Jon flipping the switch to spin and hammer as it thumped into her cervix. Her pussy was now a torrent of juice and foam as she mewled and groaned.
“Ggaaaaargh…..god….god….please…..”, her streaming juices now turning a light pink as the bristles ripped and scored her pussy walls, the dildos head now lodged in and battering her dilated cervix.
Jon was thrusting the squealing device in and out of her spread sopping hole, the stiff bristles scratching at her spread delicate labia. Every time he withdrew the dildo she would sink back down, forcing it back in, grinding her hips in a circular motion.
“Oh…oh….oh…..please….yes….this time….please” she screamed, head thrown back, teeth gritted, chest heaving. Her long nipples seemed to twitch and elongate further, as Ron viciously pulled and twisted her slippery clit.
Cherry squirmed and writhed in her tethers, humping like a dog in heat as Jon pulled back, the dildo head just inside her vagina. The bristles whipped at her lips and clit as he pulled the trigger all the way back, the drill whining at full speed as he drove it with one thrust up into her throbbing chute.
“EEeeeeeeiaaaaaagh…….ah…ah….yes…..yes….god….thereeeee”.
Cherrys whole body bowed outwards rigid, head back, breasts thrust to the ceiling as a massive orgasm rolled through her body. A trickle of blood dripped from a bitten lip, as she shook and thrashed about, the cords rasping at her wrists and ankles, as she rode wave after wave, until she came crashing down, exhausted.
Jon had slowed the drill – one turn a second.
“Wanna go again piggy”?
“Oh….oh…oh…please…..enough…enough..I cant take any more” she mumbled.
Ron was still playing with her clit – back to a gentle stroking, a long finger still stirring in her anus, as Jon pulled the dildo from her sore pussy.
Putting the drill to one side he went to her right foot, releasing the rope from her rubbed raw ankle, her leg dropping down, toes a few inches above the floor.
A pulley squealed overhead as Jon lowered a rope, a leather cuff attached to its end. He released her left ankle, quickly cinching the cuff over sore and weeping flesh, then hauled on the hanging ropes free end, her foot rising upwards. He tugged and tugged, her dainty toes rising higher as she moaned in rising desire, Ron still masturbating her sensitised clitoris.
When her foot reached shoulder level she groaned in pain, as hip and thigh muscles cramped and spasmed.
“Oh….please…what are you doing to me now…”.
“Just getting you in position so Ron can impregnate you”.
“Wha…no…please….please don’t do that to me”!
“Not giving you the option piggy” Jon said, tugging on the rope, her foot rising higher and higher until it reached her bound wrists. He tied off the rope, and stood back, sniggering at her stressed position.
“A few more adjustments I think” he said.
Dragging a chair next to her he stepped up, then ran a leather cuff around her raised foot and wrists, cinching them tightly together, straining to close the big buckle.
“Nearly done piggy – just need to raise you up a bit, then stretch you out so you don’t sway to much”.
Cherry started to rise as he tugged on the rope holding her aloft, her right foot now three feet from the floor. Jon now wrapped a leather cuff around the dangling ankle. A short chain hung from the cuff, a steel S hook glinting in the overhead lights.
A scraping sound drew Cherrys attention – she peered down through clouded eyes – Jon dragging a large concrete block across the basement floor. A metal loop set in the surface.
Jon dragged the block until it was under her hanging foot, then with a grunt, the tendons in his arm straining under the weight, he lifted it up, the metal loop in the top nearing the ankle cuffs S hook.
“Nooooo….” she screamed, realising what he was about to do – quickly raising he foot beyond his reach.
“Fuck” he shouted, dropping the concrete to the floor with a thump.
“Ron…keep this bitches leg straight will ya”!
Ron grabbed the raised ankle, dragging it down, as Jon once again hefted up the concrete block, slipping the loop over the S hook and dropping the weight.
There was a moments silence, then Cherry let out an ear shattering scream as her hip almost dislocated.
“Aeyiiiiiiiiiiiiii…..oh god…please take it of….aaaaaaaargh….please….no..no..hurts baaaad”.
The Fear brothers stepped back, luxuriating in the screams, drooling over her perfect body racked in mid air, the block swaying gently to and fro above the floor. Each sway of the block sending bone grinding agony into her strained and stretched hip. Her thigh and calf muscles twitching and convulsing in distress.
Cherry hung there as they enjoyed her suffering. Her wrists and one ankle cuffed together above her. A river of perspiration flowing down her racked body to flow down her stretched lithe leg, dripping onto the swaying concrete below.
“Ya know what bro…reminds me of that music box ma had”.
“Huh”?
“Ya know…the wooden box…lift the lid and there was this little ballerina turning to some tinkling tune”.
“Oh yeah…she was on the tips of her toes…other foot way above her head”.
They both stared and chuckled.
“Right Ron…time to get your junk up and working” he said reaching into his holdall of horror, bringing out a long flexible rod. With two fingers, he forced them deep into her vulnerable hole, scissoring them apart. Peering inside he could see her cervix, dilated and open. He swiftly inserted the the rod, a strange attachment on the intruding end.
“Just need to insert this – some of our clients like to see whats going on inside as well as out” he said, looking at her pained yet puzzled expression.
Her fed the tube up through her pussy, on past her open cervix, deep into her uterus. When the rod bottomed out he pressed the plunger on the rods end, leaving a small camera stuck to the top wall of her womb.
“That will eventually come away and drop out” he stated to no-one in particular. Cherry wasn’t listening – all her attention was on Ron. He was casually standing before her, squeezing what appeared to be a third testicle in his large scrotum. As he squeezed and squeezed, his cock started to stiffen and rise, gaining length and girth. It was now stood out at a right angle, but he continued to squeeze until it reared up, the fat bloated head way up past his navel.
The knob of his penis was an angry purple red, and huge, like some kind of oversized exotic plum. The shaft below it, dark and gnarled, thick piano wire veins stood out in stark relief along its gargantuan length.
Cherry just stared in disbelief.
“When the ED got me I had the Titan 2000 fitted – two fluid filled rods, worked by a small pump. But the girls didn’t scream quiet loud enough. Went back and had a further two inserted. Lots more girth. Now they scream like bloody murder – as you are about to find out” explained Ron mockingly.
“Oh please no…please don’t put that in me” she begged.
Ron dragged over a wooden box and climbed up. “How else am I gonna give you a baby” he said, bending his knees to get the angle right, the fat head of his cock now nestling between her spread labia.
Jon was dragging over a large tv, the screen already on, showing what looked like a small cavern, its walls pink and fleshy.
“Would want you to miss the moment of your impregnation – one for the baby album” he mocked.
Just as Cherry realised what she was viewing, Ron speared her slick hole. His girth dragged her trapped labia in with it, the crocodile clips biting, as the elasticated tethers stretched and tore at her delicate folds.
“NO….NO… please…..tearing me….oh god ….please…pppplease take it out….kill…killing..mmmeeeeeee”! She cried.
Ron was in heaven, her pussy tight, holding his penis like a wet velvet fist. His head dipped and he suckled on her elongated nipples, starting a long slow pumping, waiting for her juices to flow. As his mouth came away he noticed the white fluid dripping from her succulent breasts. He sucked more voraciously his mouth filling with sweet tasting mothers milk. Cherrys milk.
With his teeth nipping at the base of one nipple then the other, his hand slid down over her curved tummy, finger and thumb finding her quivering clitoris – gently masturbating it.
Jon watched them – his jaw slack, mouth drooling, as he fisted his growing member. Ron was picking up pace as Cherrys hole began to surrender, juices smeared the length of his baseball bat of a cock. He felt the twitch in his balls as the need for release started as a distant tingle.
“Need some of this bitch”, Jon stepping up onto the wooden box, penis hard and ready. Her anus gapped slightly from the forced splits. He pushed the bulb of his penis at her anal rim. “Let me in you filthy cunt – push out like you’re taking a shit”. Both hands around her slim throat, he squeezed, choking her into submission.
Cherrys face went from red to blue, eyes out on stalks, gurgling as she gasped for air. Then as her strength ebbed away in his fierce strangle hold, she relented, her anus pouting, feeling Jons cock slide deep into her colon. He held himself balls deep, unmoving, waiting for Rons onslaught. His hands were, cupping her breasts in a firm grip, raising them up like succulent fruits.
Ron slammed all the way in, his cock smashing into her cervix. Jon stared down at the tv seeing just the tip of his brothers penis poking through into her womb, unable to gain entrance.
Like a battering ram at the gates of a castle, Ron rutted hard and fast, crashing into her defences, as she screamed and cried out, both in pain and a rising wanton need. Rons fingers dripping with her cunt juice, as he continued the remorseless manipulation of her clit.
“Need to make an adjustment” he grunted.
With the tip of his penis lodged firmly into her uterus opening, he reached down between their sweating bodies, and squeezed the pump in his ball sack. His cock immediately started to slowly deflate, Cherry momentarily felt the relaxing of her strained labia.
“ That should do it….hold your breath piggy…coming ready or not”!
All eyes were transfixed on the tv screen as his hips thundered forwards, her cervix bowing inwards as his cock head breached the entrance, which snapped down around the invading monster.
Jons cock lurched as her insides rippled against the intrusion.
Ron reached down to his balls and started squeezing the fill pump, his cock hardening and regaining its immense girth millimetre by millimetre.
Cherry felt her innards starting to stretch, the pain unbearable.
“Oh please…thats enough…please…you with tear me…can’t stand it….oh…oh..oh god..pleeeease”.
Fully inflated Ron started a slow pumping, just an inch back and forth, his fingers at her clit, teasing her on. He watched the tv screen, her pink cavern becoming rich with her secretions, bathing his cock head and shaft.
Through her cunt wall, Jon could feel his brothers cock sawing back and forth against him, her anal ring squeezing down like a whores mouth.
“Time to double team bro”. And like a practiced tag team, one in one out, they started to pummel her holes, alternating their thrusts.
“Christ….surely I cant cum like this” she thought. Her pussy was drenched, thick slime dripping from Rons balls as he picked up the pace, forging deeper into her womb. The eye of his cock head just an inch from the internal camera, clearly oozing pre cum. Jons cock no longer an unwelcome intruder now adding to the fire in her belly.
Feasting on her milk laden breasts, his fingers a blur between her thighs, Ron slammed her pussy with abandon, battering her deep and hard, as she writhed and panted her way to an orgasm she didn’t want, but was unable to avoid.
With the frenzied double penetration, the concrete block had started to swing, the bones in her hips grinding, sending spasms of pain into her groin. Every time Ron pulled back, the grip of her cervix dragged her a little way with him, the block then swinging her back onto Jons throbbing cock.
“Ooooo…yes….sooooo…cl….cl..clo..close…” she panted.
“Gonna splash your guts with baby juice piggy” Ron shouted, plowing her insides as hard as he could, dragging the rim of her cervix in and out. His cock head punishing the walls of her innards like a boxer at a punch bag.
Jons penis straightening out her colon, gaining in girth and length as he got closer to exploding.
“Oh…oh…nearly” she screamed, as a wave of lust surged through her veins, her wanton hunger driving her on to a seismic orgasm.
Ron was holding back for all he was worth, as he drove her forwards, tearing at her insides, slick and overflowing.
Then the tide hit the beach, and she tripped over the edge, as wave after orgasmic wave washed over and through her.
“Yes….yes….YES” she wailed, head back, hair whipping her shoulders, as she twisted and writhed, humping and gyrating in her cruel bondage.
Ron held her hips as he drew back, his penis head snuggled between her sopping labia, then with the roar of a Lion he thrust hard and deep, crashing through her pussy, spearing her cervical wall deep into her womb, Jons penis vibrating with her internal turmoil.
A torrent of sperm blasted the walls of her uterus, spurt after powerful spurt drenching her insides as she came for a 2nd time, her pussy clamping down on his cock like vice.
Jon picked up the pace, slamming into her rippling bottom, his hands pumping her breasts, firing spurts of milk into the sex filled air, and with a growl filled her bottom to overflowing with thick white spunk.
Cherry was out of it, in a different world, totally wrecked and mumbling incoherently as she was lowered to the basement floor. Jon released the ankle cuff, her tired and aching limb dropping down so she was now kneeling on the sex wet concrete floor, hands still raised above her sweat drenched hair.
Fumbling in his holdall he produced a tangle of clear plastic tubing with various attachments dangling from its ends.
“Time too draw some piglet food before we leave for the farm” said Jon.
There was a low hum as he depressed a button on a small rectangular box, a single plastic tube running from one side, which he fed into an empty upright bottle.
Two tubes ran from the other side of the humming box, and at the end of each tube a small circular cup, making hissing snake like sounds as it sucked in air.
“Hold those puppies up for me, time to milk the sow”.
Ron was behind her, cupping a large breast in each hand, offering up her elongated nipples for his brother.
Cherry raised her head, confused, as if just woken from a long sleep. “Wha…what …what are you…what are you going to do know…please just leave me alone” she begged, as Jon held the hissing cups close to her quivering nipples.
“Just watch this piggy – see what you have become”.
Cherry stared down, not understanding, as first one then the other of her protruding nipples were sucked into the clear tubes. The cups locked and gripping her areola.
The feeling was not unpleasant, almost soothing, like a pressure was being released from her aching breasts.
Then the tubes began to fill with a white milky looking fluid.
“Huh..whats ..whats that…why…how..oh my god!..what have you done to me …please no…this is..no..no.no..it cant be….stop…pleeeeease stop”. She burst into tears as she watched the tubes fill, a drip drip drip of her milk starting to fill the upright bottle.
“Why…why..why have you done this to me..its not right” she pleaded.
“We have piglets to feed and their mummy aint producing – so you are their new mummy – our sow” said Jon.
“Now kindly fill that bottle like a good mummy – me and Ron have some business to take care of upstairs. After that we will introduce you to your babies”.
The brothers climbed the stairs, and when reaching the top Ron switched off the basement lights.
In the darkness Cherry wept in despair as the bottle slowly filled. Would this nightmare never end she thought, or is this only the beginning?”
Ron and Jon found Bernie swigging on yet another bottle of Bud as they entered the server room. Bernie was snickering to himself as he watched one of many screens, the infra red cameras clearly showing Cherry crying and staring in disbelief as the bottle slowly filled with her breast milk.
“Hows it going with Vlad and the Mexicans” Jon asked?
“Well the Russian won by a clear mile as we knew he would. He is in his helicopter know with two of his “friends”, The Vet and the The ENT, should be at your pig farm in about 3 hours”.
“The ENT, what the fucks an ENT”?
“He’s a medical consultant – Ear Nose and Throat”.
“Gotcha – so the Mexicans bowed out then?”
“Nah – seems to be a bit of confusion over Cherry and Eddy. The Mexicans are only interested in Cherry. They are sending a few local representatives of their Equine Evil Films to screen test her. If they like what they see they are gonna offer a big bundle of cash for her”.
Dollar signs in his eyes, Jon was rubbing his hands together.
“Excellent. That means one less pig to get rid of. Lets hope Vlad takes a shine to Eddy and removes her as well. Then we can start looking for fresh meat for our growing enterprise” said Ron.
“Ok…when she’s filled the bottle we will move her to the farm…shouldn’t be long now”.
2 Hours later.
The screams and cries coming from the old barn at Squeal Piggy Farm were ear shattering. Just as well the farm was isolated. Nobody around for miles and miles to hear Cherry’s pitiful wailing and screams of pain and terror.
She was hanging face down, about 2 foot from the filthy straw and shit covered floor in a partial hog tie. A pig skin hammock supported her body, from just below her hanging breasts to the top of her hips. Chains from all four corners of the hammock stretched up over pulleys to the barns rafters, creaking as she swayed back and forth.
Cherrys arms were cinched behind her with rough hessian rope, knotted at wrists and elbows, causing her shoulders to twitch and strain. Her hair had been pulled back into a pony tail then braided with more rope, which was taught as a bow string. The free end had been tied off onto an anal hook that Ron had roughly inserted. He had pulled on the rope until her head was raised, eyes forward, neck strained, before tying it off. Not satisfied with the strain on her body, she had cried out as he took a 1 foot dowel of wood, forcing it through the rough hemp rope and gave it a few turns, further raising her head and forcing her anus to pout. When happy she was in the most pain and discomfort, Ron had fixed the dowel in place with a cable tie.
Jon had been busy with the bottle of milk, pumped from her aching and sore nipples. He had fixed a stopper into the neck of the bottle. From the centre of the stopper hung a long thin piece of tubing. In the centre of the tubing was an adapter that could alter the flow of liquid passing through it. After hanging the bottle neck down in a makeshift cradle, Jon had attached the tubing to her body with thin strips of gaffer tape, the tube running over then under her hips, down to her pussy, the open end finally taped to the root of her long clitoris.
“OK – nearly done Ron – maybe you could herd Brutus in, while I attach the spreader bar between her knees”.
Cherry heard Rons heavy boots crunch across the straw as Jon yanked her legs apart. She felt a heavy strap buckled down around the tops of her calves, a rod snapped into place between them, keeping her pussy open and available.
“BRUTUS… a bit old hat” she spat defiantly “another dog…really…not very inventive”.
“Oh…Brutus aint no dog” Jon sneered.
She heard a snorting and rustling of dry straw as Ron returned.
“This way boy…come on…this way…there see…look what daddies brought you…yes…a nice new sow for you to play with”.
“This’ll get you going boy…”. Cherry felt a wet rag, sopping with some smelly foul substance, rub against her splayed labia.
Immediately something cold and wet and runny nudged her spread hole, a tongue lapping at her gaping pussy.
“Uh…no please….whats that…whats happening..what…”.
“You’ll see soon enough….time to feed your babies first though” said Jon as he opened the gate to a nearby pig pen – five piglets rushing towards her hanging breasts – her long nipples dripping with fresh milk.
The fast two latched on to her elongated teats, sucking up their new mothers milk.
Cherry may have found the sucking pleasurable, but soon the piglets tiny pin sharp teeth came into action as they voraciously fed and chewed.
“Aaaaiyhhhhhh…..no..please…get em off….get em off…they are tearing me…ah..ah…nooooo….pleeeeeease…”.
They both ignored her pleas …just chuckling as Jon busied himself with the tubing hanging from the bottle of milk. Peering beneath at her long hanging clitoris he adjusted the tubes flow adapter, until a steady drip of her milk flowed down her nipple like clit.
“That should do it” he said.
Immediately a piglet jumped up on its rear legs, its whole mouth engulfing the milk offering nub, tiny sharp teeth sinking into the base of her clit.
“Oooooo….god….no…..please..please…..Eiyaaaaa!.
Cherry closed her tear filled eyes and gritted her teeth riding the wave off pain radiating from her punctured and now swollen teats and clit.
“Ok Brutus…fun time….up ya go big boy”.
Cherry felt the spreader bar between her knees fall away, then something large and hairy was between her thighs. The hairs on the dog were short a spiky and raked against her tender flesh.
“I said UP BOY!” There was the sound of a cane or whip slashing at skin, and the unholy screech of agony as the animal reared up and the came crashing down paws first on her bowed back. 200Ibs of animal knocking the breath from her.
“Ummmph….ah…ah…to heavy…no…no..”.
“Open your eyes Cherry…open up to see your new lover”.
Ron had placed a full length mirror against the wall in front of her.
Four of the piglets were fighting over both her nipples. They would rear up, sucking and biting, only to fall away, their tiny Piranha like teeth, ripping down the length of her extended nipples, another piggy immediately taking its place. The pig at her clit was a bit more gentle with no fight on its hands, sucking and nipping, a fire starting to flow into her tummy.
But the weight on her back was unbearable, the animals feet, stamping and bruising, as it snorted and humped at her pussy. Something long and wet slapping at her bottom and thighs.
“Now open your eyes – see what you have become…see what a slut you are…OPEN I SAID” Ron shouted.
Rons voice so loud and menacing, her eyes flew open, taking in the scene, at first unbelieving, not comprehending, then reality, her eyes round with terror and revulsion.
She could see her voluptuous breasts with modified nipples, streaked with milk, some of it pink, where tiny teeth had broken the skin. Fat little pigs, snapping and guzzling at her milk laden breasts. The piglet happily suckling her clit, slowly but surely arousing her.
But…. on her back, its feet between her shoulder blades, its head high, snout sniffing the air, a river of drool pouring from its panting mouth – not a dog called Brutus… but a 200Ib hairy mammoth. A Black Wild Boar!
“No no no….get it off me… please…I will do anything…say anything…be anything you want…please..please anything but this”.
“You will do and say as we want anyway – this is JUST what we want”. Not wanting to defile his fingers, Jon wearing latex gloves, reached down, two fingers spreading her pussy lips, his other hand holding 14 inches of boar penis, guiding the tip into her spread hole.
He held the penis tight, keeping the boar in check, but after feeding 2 inches of finger thick cock into her twitching cunt he stepped back, and with a grunt and a high pitched squeal the boar rammed home, all 14 inches raping her depths, deep into her Uterus.
Cherry breathless and frightened could only watch in terrified horror as the beast humped, her bottom quivering and rippling with the force of its thrusts.
The camera in her womb was loosing power, but the internal freaks watching at home, caught a broken disjointed view as the cork screw like penis wormed its way through her cervix.
Cherry cried and pleaded, as with every thrust from the humping boar she swung forward in her bondage, the suckling pigs hanging on with their teeth, the long penis almost leaving her dripping hole, only then, to swing back, impaling herself fully.
“Yeh, thats it sow – fuck that nasty boar – can you feel him deep in your womb – wanting to spray your innards with his piggy making juice”.
Ron and Jon had picked up some long thin canes, swishing them too and fro, beating Brutas’s hind, encouraging him to fuck her harder. The pig sucking at her clit was driving her crazy. Whether it was the stimulation, or the drugs that they had forced upon her she didn’t know – but what she did know was that she would soon cum, and cum hard on the boars corkscrew penis. The stiff prickly hairs on its underbelly left tiny white trails on the soft flesh of her back as she swung back and forth, screaming deliriously.
“Thats it sow – cum for your uncle Ron” he shouted, thrashing the boar even harder.
“Please…nooooo…..get me down…get it off of me…I cant…can’t..no..no..dont let this happen…ah..ah..ah..oh no…pleeeese”.
Jon smiled as he thrashed the boar into greater effort, seeing her pussy pout, a steady flow of slime pouring out, coating her inner thighs.
The milk bottle feed was now empty – the piglet going at her clit was sucking harder. It jumped up, its whole mouth engulfing her clitoris to the root. Desperate for more milk, it just hung there, held on by suction and teeth alone, her clit stretching and sending waves of both pain and desire through her confused mind.
Brutus threw his head back and squealed like a banshee, and as he thrust deep and hard, he flopped down on her back, front legs wrapped around her torso. He ground his groin hard against her slick labia, and erupted – wave after wave of boar semen flooding her cunt and womb.
She felt the discharge fill her up, her insides swelling out, the pig feasting on her clit sending her over the edge, its mouth slowly sliding down the length of her twitching nub.
“Aaaaah…christ…god….Mmmmmm…..ye…ye….yessssss” she moaned as her insides turned to molten lava, and every hair on her body seemed to stand as if electrified.
Brutus slid from her back, and rammed his snout into her sopping channel, lapping up their mixed juices like his life depended on it.
Cherry just hung there, exhausted, fulfilled, defiled and degraded.
The boar having feasted, lumbered off to a far corner of the barn, and lay down to lazily lick and clean its penis.
Having had their fill the piglets scampered of to their pen for a nap.
“You have one hour before your audition with the Mexicans. This is Juanita she has been sent ahead, to clean you up and make you presentable for your screen test”.
A woman stepped into Cherrys line of sight. Slim with large breasts, dressed in tight black shirt and leggings with knee high boots. About mid thirties, she had shoulder length glossy black hair and fringe, which framed a beautiful face. Large deep set grey blue eyes, with high cheek bones, pert nose and voluptuous lips, her skin white as porcelain.
“Hola Chica, lets get you down”. She smiled down at Cherrys upturned pitiful face, a kindly smile, but a lustful fire burning in her eyes.
“On your hands and knees” Juanita commanded, as she reached down and buckled a wide leather collar around Cherrys neck. Snapping a leash to the collar, she gave it a harsh tug.
“Shower’s are this way – lets get you cleaned and presentable”. Juanita led the way, Cherry scurrying on hands and knees to keep up, like a dog on its lead.
As she tried to keep up she couldn’t help but notice the exaggerated sway of Juanitas bottom and hips, and her long ballet dancers legs, that moved both purposefully and gracefully. “Hurry along Chica” she cooed, “we have very little time together”.
The shower room was bright and harsh to the eyes, the walls and floor gleaming with white tiles. There were alcoves in the walls each holding incense burners, their smouldering sticks giving off a calming and heady aroma that made Cherrys head swim.
In the centre of the room were two metal uprights, a wooden pole about four feet long stretched between their tops.
Juanita unsnapped the leash from Cherrys collar.
“I would like you to get up and bend over that pole – reach down and grab your ankles – hurry – we have very little time”.
“Why would…”. Cherry had no time to finish her question as the dog leash slashed down across her milk laden breasts catching the very tips of her long erect nipples.
“Aaaargh…god” she screamed, her hands cupping the stinging flesh.
“I will not suffer at the hands of Hombre Diablo because of your foolishness – now down over the pole – spread your legs and grasp your ankles”. The dog lead whirred in the air above Juanita’s head threateningly.
With a whimper of acceptance Cherry bent forwards over the bar and screamed again as the leash this time left a blazing red trail across the tops of her thighs.
“Backwards over the pole – you are supple and, how do you Americans say – ah yes – athletic. Arch backwards over the pole and grasp those ankles NOW!” The word now, emphasised by a crack of the leash across Cherrys bottom cheeks. A white line immediately appearing, quickly turning a vivid red.
Tears sprang to her eyes and she was rubbing furiously at her stinging bum, but Juanita was raising the leash again.
Before another blow could be given Cherry backed up to the pole, and with the grace of a gymnast, arched backwards and down until her hands touched the floor. Then bowing even further she reached and held an ankle in each hand. Juanita quickly and efficiently zip tied each wrists and ankles.
The top of Cherrys head rested on the floor, the strain of her position leaving her thighs wide and quivering. Her vagina, high, open and exposed. Vulnerable.
Juanita busied herself collecting the hanging shower head and an unmarked bottle. She turned on the tap and waited until the flow and heat were to her satisfaction, then walking slowly and deliberately, she circled Cherry hosing her down from head to foot.
Although in a cramped and twisted position, Cherry felt all the filth and muck, the dried sperm from both humans and animals washed away, and for some reason felt elated. The aroma from the incense seemed to have a stupefying effect on her. A sense of well being invading every pore of her misused body.
Juanita poured some of the fluid from the unmarked bottle in a long line from Cherrys throat to her navel, then using the palms of her hands began to massage and lather it into pliable flesh. She cupped Cherrys breasts, her hands squeezing and stroking, twirling the long nipples, as Cherrys heart started to beat faster. Between wide tied thighs she massaged and stroked Cherrys pussy, clitoris and anus, a finger or two plunging inside both holes, cleaning them out, rubbing her colon and G spot. Cherrys heart starting to race.
She rubbed some of the unknown fluid into Cherrys hair, massaging her scalp, the scent making her feel relaxed and distant. She tingled all over, drowsy and excited at the same time.
Juanita knelt down, her long tongue flicked out like a lizard catching a fly, as she licked at and explored Cherrys mouth.
Mouth open she engulfed Cherrys lips, kissing her deeply, and with her heart now pounding in her chest, Cherry kissed her back. Kissed the person that made her feel clean, loved and cared for.
As if in a dream, Juanita was now standing above her, naked, her large breasts capped with hard coral pink nipples, two long fingers masturbating her beautiful hairless vagina. In her other hand she held the shower head.
She turned on the shower nozzle, a fine mist of water filled the air, and when the spray engulfed Cherrys body it was like a billion tiny mouths nipping and licking every part of her flesh. She arched up over the bar, her breasts and long nipples quivering for attention.
Juanita knelt over Cherrys head, thrusting her crotch against Cherrys mouth. “Eat me Chica – suck on me – eat me out – make me cum – let me feel your tongue deep inside”.
Lost in a world of make believe, Cherrys mouth engulfed the offered pussy, licking feverishly at her clit, sucking on the slick labia and delving deep into Juanitas hole. Juanita arched her back, grinding her wet gash onto the spearing tongue, and reaching froward, grasped a twisted one of Cherrys gargantuan nipples, her other hand guiding the shower spray.
Juanita was grinding hard against Cherrys sweet face, panting and thrusting as she neared her climax. Juices poured from her pussy as Cherry lapped with abandon, drowning in the sweet nectar.
“Yes Chica …yes…open wide….I am cuming…aaaah….yes…cuming …”. With a cry of abandonment she let rip. A gush of fluid sprayed from her pussy onto Cherrys waiting tongue and directly down her throat. She ground down again on Cherrys waiting mouth as she slowly came down from her dizzy orgasm.
She bent down, kissing Cherry fully on the lips, tasting her own spend. “Very good Chica….your turn now”.
She stood and sprayed Cherry face washing away her ejaculate. She rinsed Cherrys hair, the lather bubbling and falling away, leaving it clean and shiny, the strange aroma from the cleansing fluid once again attacking her senses. It felt like her hair was alive, hair like Medusas snakes, twirling and writhing around her head. Juanita ran the spray across Cherrys arched and strained body, and as the bubbles and froth fell away, she felt her skin tighten and tingle with excitement. When the spray reached her pussy she moaned with pleasure, her clit tight and throbbing, anus pulsing with pleasure.
Looking down at the hot beauty, she smiled and flicked the tip of Cherrys clit, hard and fast. The girl under her power, groaned out loud, and she noticed the steady flow emanating from between her parted labia. Over and over she flicked the clit tip, harder and faster, Cherry mewing and groaning as her senses became electrified, her strained thighs parting further, encouraging Juanita’s flicking finger.
Standing aside, Juanita rolled the red engorged clit between thumb and forefinger, gently to start, then slowly increasing pressure.
“Cum for me Chica….Cum for me now…let me see how far you squirt..let Juanita see”.
“Oh god….soooo close…I want to cum ….cum for you…but I’ve never squirted….cant..just let me cum…close…so close…”Cherry babbled.
“But you will not disappoint me my dear”.
She dropped down, engulfing the towering clitoris, sucking deeply, sucking hard, two fingers worming their way into Cherrys pussy, seeking out and rubbing her G spot. Her left hand reaching along the arched tight torso, flicking the pointed nipples, left, right, back and forth.
“Ok Christ ….please….going crazy…nearly….nearly…hooo….hoooo….oh fucking Christ…yeeeeeeees”.
Juanita stepped back, hand raised, slapping down hard and stinging on Cherrys spread drenched labia. Then again and again, Cherrys secretions slapped away, covering her tummy and tortured thighs.
“Cum…For….Me….Now” each word punctuated with a viscous slap.
Standing upright she grabbed Cherrys clit hard, then pulled and twisted, holding the strangled morsel away from Cherrys body. “Now” she shouted.
Lost in a mad delirium, Cherrys whole body shook and her cunt erupted, clear white fluid arced up, once, twice, three times, the spray splashing to the floor some six feet away.
The after shock rumbled through her limp body, as she drifted high and sated.
“I knew you could do it” said Juanita as she once again sprayed Cherrys body clean. “Now lets get you dried, sort your hair and makeup – we have 20 minutes – don’t want to keep the men waiting”.
Juanita led her back into the barn. Crawling on hands and knees, the dog leash tugging at the collar around her neck, Cherry still drowsy from the shower room fumes noticed the two wooden ramps that had been erected in the spot where she had been fucked by Brutus.
To one side, Ron was setting up a large screen tv, Jon carrying in a heavy wooden chair – leather restraints bristling from its arms and legs.
“Well aint our sow looking pretty” he said. “Unfortunately your screen test has been delayed, but we have some entertainment for you to watch. Well entertaining for us – you’ll probably find it a horror show” he chuckled.
He placed the chair in front of the tv.
“Please take a seat”.
Cherry stood on wobbly legs and looked at the chair. In her confusion she saw it had no seat – just a wooden slat laid to the rear that would only support the very rear of her bottom cheeks.
“Dont worry – you won’t fall through once we have you strapped in – now SIT!”
She gingerly lowered herself into position, the men quickly running wide leather cuffs around wrists and elbows, anchoring her to the arm rests. More cuffs were added, cinching the tops of her thighs to the chairs seat supports, the leather biting deeply into her skin.
“Now lets get you spread and open”.
They each grasped a foot, spreading her wide. Her pussy lips opening up, as they dragged her feet up over her pinioned arms, roping her ankles to the chairs rear uprights.
She sank very slightly as Ron slid away the support at the seats rear.
“Now Piggy – just need to make sure you don’t miss any of the action” Jon said, running strap across her forehead, buckling it down tightly to the chairs back.
“Get her peeps open – need to fix these in place”.
Ron stood in the splay of her thighs, his thumbs in Cherrys eye sockets, prising her eyes open wide, as Jon slid smooth plastic S hooks under her upper lids. Ron removed his thumbs, her eyes staying wide and unblinking, held open by the hooks and the elastic string anchored to her forehead restraint.
“Look at here pupils – still dilated from whatever Juanita did to her”.
Cherry could now only see forwards, staring straight at the large tv. Her thighs were wide open, her pussy spread and available. She knew there would be a reason for the lurid position they had placed her in, and she would soon find out.
Ron dragged a large metal box across the floor, leaving it directly below her, an electrical cable snaking off to a power point, its on light glowing red. A long metal arm ran from its centre, up to a threaded end.
Jon appeared before her, a large black dildo in his fist, studded with ridges and domes along its 8 inch length.
“We wouldn’t want you to feel left out as little sis looses her virginity and gets fucked every which way” he said, casually screwing the black monster onto the threaded rod.
“What… no… please…not Eddy….please…I beg you.. she’s an innocent….use me… not her ….use me….use…”Ron slapped a strip of gaffer tape across her mouth, ending her pleas and useless begging.
“The men who have bid and won her on our website, only want her. They like to abuse innocents, virgins, beautiful young girls. They love to hear the pleas and screams of helpless young females. Love the tears and sobbing, love to break them, make them do things, unspeakable things. You have already been broken to a point – Eddy is fresh flesh for their cocks, evil minds and painful toys”.
The chair rattled and shook as Cherry tried to break free, her mind still swimming as if she was dreaming. Dream or a nightmare?
Jon angled the rod downwards, parted her labia slick with terror and pushed two inches of thick black dildo into her malleable hole.
TV remote in hand, Ron clicked the on button, and as the picture materialised Cherry screamed and wailed through the gaffer tape at the scene unfolding before her wide eyes.
Eddy tethered to the pallet, spread and vulnerable, waiting for the horrors that would come. Her body twitching and writhing against her ties, as she heard the footsteps approaching, slowly but surely. Two men appeared, both naked.
“So thats the Vet and the ENT” she heard Ron say.
One of the men (The ENT) was tall and skinny, grey hair slicked back above a gaunt face, the skin as grey as his hair. His blood shot eyes wide and crazy. A long but still flaccid cock swung as he walked, its length almost reaching his knees. He licked his lips in anticipation of the delights to come.
The other guy (the VET) was a total contrast. Short, fat, very fat, with a blond crew cut, piggy eyes and a mouth with a permanent sneer. His whole body glowed a bright pink, as though he had been scrubbed clean within an inch of his life, by a hard bristled brush. Sweat ran from every pore. A pink, shiny, blubbery brute. His penis that he’d probably not seen in ages, hung low below his overhanging gut. Not quite as long as the ENT’s cock, though a good deal fatter, rolls of excess skin along its length.
Standing either side of the helpless girl, they lifted the pallet, carrying her over to two waiting trestles, setting it down.The rough wooden structure, hip high from the floor.
And then they circled. Slowly.
All the time in the world.
Each mans hands never leaving Eddys body.
She squirmed about deliriously as their hands stroked and squeezed.
Cherry, eyes wide, tears pouring down her cheeks, watched their hands sending her sister into a mad panic.
She watched as a hand slithered up Eddys thigh, nails scraping flesh, and then squeezing hard her thrust up pussy. Another hand, finger tips trailing from collar bone to breast, fingers delving into a bra cup, seeking out and pinching and rolling a defenceless nipple.
Another hand sliding down over her toned belly, fingers splayed as it disappeared under the waistband of her panties. Finger tips stroking her lips, slick with perspiration, a forefinger frigging her clit.
Cherry lurched in her bondage as the fat black dildo lodged in her sweet pussy started to hum and vibrate, then slide into her depths. Slowly in and out.
“Why should sis have all the fun” said Jon, as the dildo came to life.
The fat pink Vet was between Eddys thighs. Podgy fingers dancing below the thin material, playing with her cunt, as the ENT pushed down her bra cups, grabbing two fistfuls of supple breast meat. Thumb a forefingers tugging on the exposed nipples.
Eddy was now screaming and begging.
“Ah…ah…no please…don’t do that…leave me alone…please…I made a promise…you mustn’t..”. A hand flashed upwards, Eddys head flying to one side, a thin trickle of blood running from a split lip.
“Shut the fuck up Puta – we won you – and when the Cobra has finished with you, you are ours”.
The Vet was now brandishing a large pair of shears. He slid a blade under her skirt and sliced upwards, flinging the destroyed garment to the floor.
Slicing through her blouse, he shredded it in seconds, the ENT ripping it from her with boney fingers.
“Hold your breath sweetie”, as he slid the blade under the centre of her bra. “Would want to damage you – well – not too much”.
Snip. Ping!
The delicate lace bra flew apart, and was ripped from her shoulders to join the discarded skirt on the barn floor.
“And last but not least”.
The Vet, with two handfuls of her briefs, wrenched and pulled, ripping them to pieces. The crotch split wide first, the waist band and leg elastic tearing at her skin, as it gave way, exposing Eddy, naked before their lecherous eyes.
“OH please God….help me” she screamed as they circled her. Hands everywhere – stroking, scratching and squeezing her naked, spread and available body.
“No god here to help you” one of them proclaimed.
“Enough for now – set her free”, a voice boomed.
Cherry gasped as another man appeared on screen.
Tall and very muscular his head and body totally shaved. Handsome features, with a square jaw, and the deepest of blue eyes. Every muscle and sinew seemed to ripple as he moved into view.
An intricate tattoo of a King Cobra ran from his groin to above his naval. The body of the snake an olive green, its scales, a pattern of white and black stripes running up to a wide flared grey and red striped hood. Two piercing golden eyes stared out menacingly.
As his crew cut away her bonds, he towered above her, looking down.Her terrified face running with tears, bottom lip trembling.
“I am Vlad” he said in a broken Russian accent. “Though some call me Vlad the Impaler. To others I am known as the Cobra. Now sit up little one – let me see my prize”.
Eddy just curled up into a ball, sobbing her heart out.
“Tut tut – such disobedience – time for a lesson I think”.
In his hand he brandished a foot long tube with a sturdy thick rubber grip.
He jabbed the tube hard against Eddys left buttock.
“Lesson one – do as I say”.
Click. “Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt!”
Eddys whole body sprang open from a ball, limbs shaking, muscles locked as the smell of burnt ozone filled the air. A vicious crackle ripped from the shock stick.
“Graaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh”.
“Now sit up and let me see you – or do you need a second lesson?”
Eddy rolled onto her back, gasping for air, rubbing furiously at her stinging buttock.
“Please…please… not again…leave me alone”.
The shock stick crackled in the air. “Up, up, little one. Let me see you”.
Eddy quickly sat up, an arm across her breasts, thighs clamped together. Her eyes fixed firmly on the shock stick.
“I said let me see you. Drop your arm and open your thighs”.
“P..p..Pleeeese… I…l…dont want to”.
“Lesson two then”.
Vlad jabbed the stick into her hip.
“Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz”.
The shock flung her onto her back. Her teeth rattled as her back arched, breasts quivering, hips rising, thrusting her pussy up as if in an offering.
“Sit up NOW and don’t cover up”.
As the shock stick cracked in the air once again, she immediately sat up, chest heaving, hands at her sides, legs open.
“Much better – but thighs wider”.
Eddy spread a bit more – just an inch or two.
“WIDER!”
Another few inches.
“MORE…SHOW ME MORE”.
Her thighs parted, a waft of air chilling her labia.
“Better – much better. Now some instructions. Over there”, he said pointing with the shock stick “ is what we call a fuck bench. You will lay back on it and beg me to fuck you”.
“Oh no please…I cant…its not right…please…I made a promise…”.
Vlad turned to her, and she cringed backwards as he raised the shock stick, lifting a breast, bouncing it up and down.
“Such beautiful firm tits – what lovely nipples to suck on”.
The stick trailed over her stomach, down further to rest on her spread pussy.
“And such a peachy succulent cunt. Why would you seek to deprive me?”
“I…I made a promise…a promise to God…to save myself…save myself for my husband. Please let me…let me keep my promise”.
“But I could be your husband. Satisfy me and I will take you with me when I leave. Take you far away. You will learn to love me and the things I do to you, as do the rest of my brides”.
Eddy was eyeing the door in the far corner. Was it to far away? Could she make a dash for it? Escape?
“Now beautiful Eddy – go lay on the fuck bench. Spread yourself wide and beg me to take your virginity with this” he said, grasping the Cobra Tattoo.
Eddy had been keeping her eyes averted, not wanting to see the foul mens penises. Their hard tools that they wanted to force into her.
Cherry moaned in disbelief and shock through the gaffer tape, as Vlad reached for and took hold of the Cobra tattoo. What? NO!
Oh my god. Not a tattoo – it was his penis – a massive penis tattooed in very fine detail. No wonder some called him the impaler. And he wanted to take Eddys virginity with that monstrous thing.
She struggled and moaned as the dildo now ramming her pussy picked up pace.
“Slop… slop… slop”. Her juices started to drip through the chair with no seat, to puddle on the floor below, as the horror on the screen, unfolded before her wide unblinking eyes.
Eddy glanced down and saw the eye of the rigid Cobra seep clear thick fluid. Her mind was made up.
“Ok – you win – but please…please don’t hurt me”.
Vlad grinned. The ENT and the Vet were rubbing their hands together in anticipation of the “fun” to come.
Eddy swung her legs round, stepped down onto the barn floor – and bolted!
Racing across the barn, hands reaching for the door handle, so close…….
“Zzzzzzzzzzzzt”….crackle crackle. Vlad had guessed her intention, the shock stick jabbed behind her right knee, cramping her leg muscle tight, he whole body shaking in the electrical grip.
“Ahhhhhhhhh…..aaaaaah….no..no…please….”. Eddy fell to the floor screaming and crying on hands and knees.
“Go over to the fuck bench – the Cobra wants to fuck”.
“Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt” the shock stick blasted her left buttock, Eddy on all fours scrambling away across the filthy floor trying to get away.
“Zzzzzzzzzzzt”. Right buttock sent her screaming in a different direction, as Vlad herded her towards her destination – the fuck bench!
“Zzzzzzzzzzzzz”. Left hip. “Zzzzzzzzzzzzt”. Left hip.
Eddys head bashed against the bench, and she collapsed onto her back.
“Up….up…onto the bench”.
“No no please. I cant. I can’t. Please don’t do this to me” Eddy pleaded.
Vlad stood over her, the prongs of the shock stick crackling its blue hell above her face. The stick went silent, Vlad pushing the bulbous end against her pouty lips.
“Open your mouth and suck on it”.
Eddy shook her head from side to side.
“Open your mouth and suck on it or I will shock your face”.
Eddys mouth slowly opened.
“WIDER”.
With her mouth open wide, he forced the stick in deep, Eddy waiting to be shocked.
“Lick it….get it nice and wet. It works so much better, so more painful when it is wet”.
Mewling like a baby sucking on a mothers teat, Eddy licked and slurped, her mouth filling with saliva.
Vlad withdrew the tortuous implement, a bead of spit hanging between the electrical prongs.
“Now up on the bench”.
“I cant….I really can’t…I would rather die”.
“Dont move – stay perfectly still whore, or I will shock you”.
The stick moved down, the prongs over her left breast, moved closer still, until the electrodes were either side of her nipple. She shivered as the bead of saliva made contact.
“Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt”. Eddys whole body locked and shook violently. Her neck muscles taut like steel rods. Unable to scream, a horrible gurgle seemed to rise up from her from her stomach, out over her extended tongue. Her eyes almost popping from their sockets.
Before she could catch her breath the shock stick delivered another sizzling blast to her right nipple.
“Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt”.
This time her whole body arched up from the straw covered floor. Just her head and feet making contact, as she writhed and contorted in indescribable agony.
She thudded back down, only to be immediately zapped in her tummy. Legs and arms shaking and convulsing out of control.
Vlad gave her a few seconds, as he moved round, kicking her feet apart, standing between her ankles, the shock stick pointing directly at her vagina.
“Please” she whispered, her throat sore.
“Please, I am begging you….no more…it hurts so bad…”
“SHUT UP – just do as I say and it will all end. Climb up onto the bench and beg me to fuck your virgin cunt. Its that simple….no more pain..just a simple act of subservience. I want you to worship the Cobra”.
“No …please…I cant…I just…..”
“Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt”. The prongs sent searing agony across her exposed labia, sending pulsing waves of pain deep into her pussy, her uterus gripped by a steel twisting claw.
And this time she screamed so shrill, that the Vet and the ENT enjoying the show from nearby, put their hands over their ears.
“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyah”.
Three more times Vlad pressed the button, frying her pussy, her insides felt like they were boiling. Her face covered in snot and tears, she was babbling away like a mental patient. Pleading that fell on deaf ears.
Vlad stepped back, shock stick still at hand.
“I think you now know what you must do – up you go – onto the bench – this will soon be over”.
She started to rise – Vlads Cobra cock twitching in anticipation.
Eddy stood starring at the bench apprehensively – it was so small. How could it support her body?
Vlad gripped her throat like a vice, forcing her back, her buttocks touched the edge of the bench. He pushed her down, the bench just supporting her tiny frame from neck to hip. Her arms just hung down unsupported, as he raised her ankles high and wide, her desirable pussy displayed and waiting. His Cobra cock hard and ready, the head seeming to flair out, gaining girth.
“Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to take your virginity. Tell me what a filthy whore and cum slut you are”.
“Never! Do what you want but I wont say those awful words. You will go to hell for this” Eddy sobbed.
Vlad smiled. The smile of a devil. “Very well – then lets play, but you will participate. You will scream and writhe, and I will make you cum so your Lord will see you for the filthy cum bucket that you are”.
The Vet had been busy lowering two ropes from the gnarled beams high above the bench – her legs now trapped, rope circling ankles and knees, keeping her thighs splayed high and wide.
Vlad leaned in close, then dribbled a copious amount of spit to the top of her vagina. The spit ran down, coating her outer lips and seeped into her virgin hole.
“We begin – feel free to cry and beg”.
He wedged the Cobras tip between her glistening labia, nudging it forward until he felt resistance. Like a gentle first time lover, he pushed forward, feeling the membrane stretch across his piss hole.
Eddy was mumbling quietly. Vlad couldn’t make out what she was saying, as he stood there, his huge tool about to spear her deep and hard. He heard the odd word or three. Something about Mary Mother of God, and praise be and dear god and please Lord.
“Fuck you – and fuck your Lord” he shouted, as he slammed forward, shredding her hymen. Half of his twelve inches plowed inside her tight sheath, spreading apart previously untouched walls of flesh.
He drew back, keeping just the Cobras head inside, his shaft wet with blood.
Eddy hadn’t moved. Hadn’t screamed. Just lay there, passive and unmoving. Still mumbling away to her saviour.
Enraged her slammed forward, the bloodied shaft easing his way, the Cobra tunnelling deep, the hooded head smashing into her cervix.
She lay still – unmoving. “Our father who art in heaven”.
He drew back, and once again slammed into her pussy now running with blood. “Hallowed be thy”…
He started to pound her, hard deep and fast. “Thy Kingdom come”.
Vlad stood, the Cobras flared head just inside her gripping red pussy. She just lay there. Eyes closed. Breathing evenly and reciting the prayer she learned as a little girl.
“ENT…get over here. I want this bitch agitated, screaming and moving. This is like fucking a dead dog. Vet…you do your thing too”.
His two cohorts needed no more prompting. The Vet was prising oped her jaw as the ENT approached holding two small rubber blocks, which he fitted to the top rear molars, either side of her mouth. Held in place by by tiny screws that bit into the enamel. Kicking away a support below the bench, the section supporting her neck fell away. Her head dropped down, mouth gapping wide.
In her upside down world she saw the ENT stroking his already erect cock, the blue veins along its length standing proud and throbbing. His “thing” came closer and closer until it disappeared from view, obscured by large swinging testicles. She felt the head of his penis touching the roof of her mouth.
“Looks like I get to take your virgin throat sooner than I thought” he said, giving her breasts a good hard slap each. “And when Vlad and I have finished, the Vet gets to work on that virgin bum hole of yours. I believe he has brought along one of his hairy little friends that will play in your cunt while her fucks your arse”.
The Vet handed him some leather gloves which the ENT pulled on very cautiously. Cautiously, because the palms and fingers were covered with tiny needle sharp pins each a few millimetres long. “God, I love a screaming orgasm in the morning ” he said.
The Vet stood twirling a viscous looking whip he’d made, from three lengths of thin electrical wire glued then taped to a wooden grip.
Vlad coughed to get their attention. “OK gentlemen, lets begin. And remember, I want this cunt moving”.
Cherry watched the scene unfold before her. Unable to look away or close here eyes. She knew that her ears would soon ring with the sounds of the three monsters defiling her sisters prone and defenceless body. She knew they would go to any lengths to sate their perverted desires – no matter what it took.
She groaned as the dildo humming and rutting in her spread pussy picked up speed again. Cherry had already cum once, the horror on the screen not detracting her from fucking machines relentless pounding. Once again she felt the rising tide as her sisters assault and rape continued.
Vlad slid his Cobra cock, balls deep into Eddys bloody crotch and held it there.
The Vets arm came down with malevolent force, slashing the wire whip into the flesh of Eddys stomach, immediately halting her incoherent prayers. Three livid red lines left by the whip.But still she refused to move or scream. Refused to acknowledge their presence or what was being done to her.
The flailing wires rained down again, just below her navel, and Vlad felt her pussy tighten as her muscles contracted. He noticed she was holding her breath, dreading the next blow she knew would follow.
Vlad eyes glared in expectation as the wires scythed through the air to find unmarked tender skin.
He smiled as her back arched, and her pussy clamped down on the waiting Cobra. And then she screamed like a banshee.
“Eeeeeeiiiiiiiiyyyyyyyah”.
She screamed and screamed as the ENT forced his cock across her vibrating tongue, onwards down her grasping throat. He watched his cock bulge the skin of her neck, and luxuriated in the feeling her scream, massaging the length of his penis.
Vlad started a slow fucking of Eddys destroyed virginity, as the whip slashed down over and over, and the cock in her throat twitched and danced to her moans of agony.
Eddy was now moving and groaning in a spasmodic way, as they used and abused her. Vlad picked up his pace, as the cock in her throat started to pound deep towards her gullet. The ENT would pull free, resting his penis head on her wriggling tongue, waiting for that “special” blow from the Vets whip. When a blow snicked at the soft underside of her breasts sending her tits jiggling, her scream was cut off, as the ENT ploughed deep into her rattling throat. With his balls resting in Eddys eye sockets, he made small jabbing thrusts.
“Gaak..Gaak..Gaak”.
Vlad was now in full flow, thrusting hard, deep and fast, smashing at her cervix, as the Vet flayed her with cruel swipes of his whip, her body covered from breasts to hips in multiple red crimson lines.
“Gaak..Gaak..Gaak..Gaak”.
The ENT pounding her, a hand gripping her throat. With the palm of his hand he could feel his cock travel back and forth in her once virgin throat.
Eddy just writhed and twitched – screamed and moaned.
Her face was awash with tears and snot, and a waterfall of saliva poured from her mouth to coat her face and pool in her eyes.
With her hands free she tried to push them away, but to no avail. They were to strong, laughing at her pitiful attempts.
Vlad was close, trying to stop his oncoming orgasm, wanting to prolong this feeling of power. Sweet tricked down his brow, sometimes cooled by the movement of air, as the whip flew past to deliver another yet another punishing blow.
Cherry was cumming, and cumming hard again, as she saw on the screen Vlads buttocks clenching. She knew he was close to firing his filthy seed into her sister. But she was also relieved, hoping this would be an end to her sisters suffering.
She saw his head fly back, hips thrust forward, as he ground his pubic bone hard against Eddys labia, the Cobra spitting its venom deep into her ravaged bloody pussy.
When Vlad stepped away Cherry saw a trickle of pink tinged cum ooze from her sisters torn vagina. It ran down her butt crack and pooled around her anus.
Ron ripped away the gaffer tape, Cherrys face red and blotchy.
“One down, two to go” muttered Ron.
“Oh no….those two wont…” the words stuck in her throat.
“They each want a virgin hole to take for the first time”.
“But she’s no longer…no longer a virgin”.
Ron laughed.
“True. But her throat and butt hole are still untouched. She’s an anal virgin and was a throat virgin”.
“God no…please stop this…she’s been through enough”.
“The Mexicans just called…15 minutes way…soon be time for your audition. You wanna start worrying about yourself” Ron chuckled as he walked away.
Cherry stared at the screen, and watched as the Vet moved between Eddys vacated legs, whip held high, ready to strike.
“Gaak…Gaak…” the ENTs penis plunging deep into her throat. He was pounding her face, hard and fast as the Vet slashed his whip down, criss crossing the raised red welts, turning Eddy into a human tic tac toe board.
She screamed long and hard, rattling the penis wedged in her throat, as the ENT raised his pin cushion hands.
Piercing his cock deep into her throat he held his position, her throat muscles gargling and rippling along its length, his balls tightening in anticipation.
“Enough” he shouted at the Vet who stepped back, his cock now hard as granite. God how he loved hurting fucking whores. Fucking sluts that wouldn’t give him the time of day.
The ENTs bristling pin pricked hands each circled a shaking, malleable breast, then gripped hard, the pins sinking a millimetre or two into her supple flesh.
“Eeeeeeeeeeiyaaaaaaaaargh” she erupted around a throat full of cock.
Her throat grasped his penis like a fist, as he twisted and pulled, releasing and grabbing at an untouched area of tit meat. Her fabulous firm boobs covered in hundreds of tiny pin pricks, some dotted with blood.
His cock lurched in her throat as her took a nipple between thumb and forefinger of both hands and squeezed with all his strength.
“Oooooooooooieeeeeeeyah”. Her spasming cries sent him over the edge, as her throat contracted, grasping his cock, milking it in her agony, his penis firing rope after rope of hot jism deep into her gullet. He fucked her throat hard and relentless until he was spent. Slowly pulling out, resting the plum sized head on her tongue, so she could taste the tang of his ejaculate.
“Suck it….suck it or I will squeeze your face” he commanded.
Eddy was lost in a delirium of pain, hardly understanding his words, but as he brought his hands to her face she relented. Her succulent pink lips wrapped around the rim of his cock, sucking like a baby at its thumb, drawing the last of the sperm from his slowly softening penis.
“Swallow it all….swallow or I will slap your tits to ribbons”.
Eddy swallowed.
“Oh my god.. those…those evil, evil fuckers” Cherry sobbed, wishing she could look away.
The Vet was busying himself, fisting his fat hard cock, his other hand lifting what looked like a cat carrier, laying it on Eddys heaving stomach.
“Now its time for my fun” she heard the Vet say.
The ENT was stood arms crossed, watching with amusement.
“Oh please…no more…you can stop this… please…please leave my sister alone” Cherry murmured.
Jon appeared next to her. “Just her butt to go, then the Russian will be whisking your sister away to a life of more fun and games. She will be treated well, and nursed back to health, then playtime will begin again”.
Cherry just whimpered.
The Vet was greasing up his right hand, smothering it with goo from a large pot.
“Just need to open you up a bit” he said. “So I can insert the rat chute”.
Pushing all his fingertips and thumb together into a cone shape, he started to force his hand between Eddys blood covered labia, forcing his hand into her recently virgin pussy. Grunting from the strain, he twisted and pushed with all his strength, slowly opening her up until his fist popped inside.
“Yaaaaargh… please…no…what…what..are you doing” her head coming up, peering through her splayed thighs.
The Vet grinned up at her, as he splayed his fingers deep inside, stretching her vaginal cavity.
“Just making a home for my furry friend – he feels so wonderful on my cock when its buried deep in your bum hole and he is scratching around trying to get out of your slut cunt”.
“Nooooooooo..” Cherry screamed in unison with her sister.
The Vet pulled his fist out slowly, immediately pushing a clear perspex tube some 4 inches in diameter into Eddys gaping grease slicked hole. Almost 2 foot long, it stuck out from Eddys crotch like some bizarre sex aid penis.
The carrier on her stomach rocked about, a scratching from the inside indicating that whatever was in there was eager to get out!
“Be a gentleman and hold the tube in place – wouldn’t want it to pop out”.
The ENT held the tube as the Vet readied himself.
With his left hand hauling a mountain of blubber out of the way so he could see and get at his fat long penis, he greased it up, then offered it up Eddys tight anal ring.
“No ….please “ she screamed, “Not there…please”.
Beads of perspiration glistened on his forehead as he huffed and puffed for long minutes, pushing hard at her rectal opening.
“Oh fuck it….I give up” he snapped, and pulled away.
On hearing that Eddy relaxed. Big mistake.
With beady eyes on her sphincter he slammed forwards, the fat head breaching her ring, sliding deep into her guts, his balls slapping her butt cheek.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaargh……no…no…no….hurts….hurts so bad…pleeeeeese …take it …take it out”.
“If its my cock you are referring to, it stays. But you will be pleased to hear that I wont be ripping up your insides. I am just gonna stand here, balls deep in your shitter, while my furry friend does all the work”.
He flipped open the catch on the carrier, dragging out by its long tail a large black rat. A nice shiny coat but all teeth and claws. He waved it by the tail in front of Eddys terrified face.
“No please…oh God…please…you wouldn’t”.
“Oh yes I would”.
With a snicker of delight he dropped the rat into the clear tube, where nose first it slid down, claws trying to gain purchase, into Eddys spread, wet, greasy hole. Just the tail poking out from between her taut lips. He pulled out the tube, and snapped a bulldog clip closed across her labia, locking the rodent in its new for now home.
“Oh…I can already feel him moving about…such a delicious feeling….when he starts to get frantic is when the fun really begins”.
Cherry was shouting and hollering, pleading to take Eddys place. She would do anything, just to relieve her sister from this bestial torment.
Click. The screen went blank.
“Time for your audition”.
“What…no…what will happen to my sister….please…”
“When they have finished with their games she will leave with the Russian”.
“Leave…to go where?”
Jon was removing her bonds, then grabbing a fistful of hair at the scuff of her neck, pulled her up from the chair with no seat, and dragged her back to where she had be fucked by the boar.
“I have no idea where the Russian will take her. I think its best that I don’t know. Now kneel”.
Cherry, her mind racing with worry for her sister complied, dropping to her knees between the wooden ramps.
A few meters away the barn door creaked open, the shaft of sunlight blinding Cherry, spots dancing before here eyes, and in stepped Father Christmas. Or what appeared to be the jolly Christmas character, in Cherrys sun blinded vision. The figure passed by and then out of sight, and in hushed tones spoke to the Fear brothers. She couldn’t make out what was said, but knew she was the subject of their conversation.
Then she heard Ron say, “Ok…if thats the way you want her”.
With a deep soft Mexican drawl she heard, “Si…thats exactly how we need the puta presented. When you have finished, you can both leave”.
“But….”
“No buts senior, we have a deal….2 hours..and no interference. All your cameras in this area must be switched off. We have our own cameramen, and you can watch the feed from your server room. Jack off to your hearts content. Now…if you please..as I have instructed… and then you can both fuck off”.
Grumbling and muttering to themselves, the Fear brothers set about their task.
Cherry was forced face down on a short bench, supporting her torso from just below her hanging breasts, to her hips. A spreader bar held her thighs wide.Her wrists were roped together, a length of rope connecting her wrists to her crossed ankles, and then tightened until her shoulders strained upwards. A hogtie.
As a refinement, her hair had been tied back with extra rope, the other end knotted at her ankles, keeping her face and nipples thrust forward. She was thankful they had removed the eye hooks. Ron pressed a pedal below the bench, a soft hum as she rose up to hip level.
She heard Ron and Jon leave the barn still muttering to themselves. Her eyes had now become accustomed to the light, her peripheral vision glimpsing a figure who was not Father Christmas carrying a chair. He came round and stood before her.
He was old, probably late sixties early seventies, with long crinkly grey hair and matching beard and moustache.
Small oblong frameless spectacles sat upon a reddish wide nose, below smiling blue eyes, laughter lines spreading out from the corners.
A kindly old mans face. Your favourite grandfather.
He wore a checkered shirt and a red poncho, woven with gold, yellow and orange flourishes, cinched at the waist by a wide black leather belt. Baggy red corduroy jeans tucked into knee high black and green snakeskin boots completed his outfit.
“Huh – so much for Mexican Santa”, thought Cherry.
Sitting down, he leaned forwards, elbows on knees, their faces inches apart.
“Chica…Chica..Chica..” he said. “Such a beautiful, exquisite face.So young, so innocent”. His fingers, slowly and lovingly stroking a stray lock of hair behind her left ear.
Cherry nose crinkled at the smell of his nicotine stained fingers, and the cheap bourbon on his breath.
The clip clop clip clop sound of hoofs on concrete echoed out side in the yard. A raggedy dressed young lad, probably no more than fifteen appeared, leading a large grey donkey. They stopped just outside the barn door, and over Mexican Santas left shoulder Cherry saw the young lad place down a bucket of feed for the animal.
The lad dressed in filthy jeans, and equally filthy denim shirt, his hair long dark and greasy, saw Cherry watching.
With a huge grin, showing blackened teeth, he grabbed at his cock, thrusting his hips obscenely in her direction.
“Have you heard of Belly Riders”?
Cherrys attention drawn away fro the gesticulating youth.
“No”.
“Señor – when you address me” he said, thumb and forefinger pinching her cheek, his face coming closer.
“So, have you heard of Belly Riders”? he whispered.
“No Señor”.
“The Belly Riders are women suspended beneath a donkey, mule or stallion. Their wrists and ankles tied together over the beasts back. The animals cock penetrating their pussies, they were made to trot or gallop. The women swing back and forth below the beast, impaling themselves repeatedly, until the animal floods their cunt with his sperm”.
The Mexicans eyes sparkled, his voice low and soft, like he was telling a child a fairy tale.
“Would you like to be a Belly Rider, Chica”?
“No Señor”.
“Well we don’t do that anymore” he sighed. “The women were used up too quickly, cunts opened up and useless. For the poor animals it must have been like fucking a bucket. No friction you see. The women were sold on to brothels, only their mouths and arseholes of any use”.
“All our girls are now treated like royalty. They live in luxurious flats, dine in the best restaurants, and shop at the most exclusive boutiques. All under supervision of course – we have to protect our merchandise. They do shows with our equine friends of course, to earn their keep. But after each performance they are treated and allowed to recuperate. They only do another show when their pussies have tightened and healed. Occasionally the girls may be hired out to *********** clients. Clients with an unusually huge penis who believe they can make the girls scream louder than our for legged friends”.
The more she heard, the more revolted Cherry became. Was this going to be her life for the forceable future. Tears welled in her eyes, the Mexican smiling at her like a caring father.
There was talking outside, then three more men entered the barn, each hefting cameras, lights and sound equipment. Each wore the same outfit. Black shirts and chinos – hooded so only their eyes could be seen.
They moved out of sight, chatting in Mexican to one another as they set up their equipment behind Cherry. One of the guys re appeared, setting up an expensive high definition camera on a solid tripod. Looking through the view finder he focused on Cherrys face, a close up, over Mexican Santas shoulder.
A voice behind Cherry called out, “Listo para disparar”.
Mexican Santa gently wiped a tear from Cherrys face.
“So Chica….your audition begins..I will stay close – help you through this”. His whiskey breath bathing Cherrys face, her stomach churning, feeling sick with fear.
The scruffy teen who had led the donkey, entered, carrying a bucket. A long wooden handle protruded above the rim. He stood next to the old man, stirring whatever was in the inside with the wooden handle. The buckets contents must have been thick, as Cherry noticed the strain in his arm muscles.
“This is Edward. He is here to help you. Your sweet tight pussy needs opening up and given a good greasing. It will be less painful for you..will it not Edward”.
The scruffy youth leered down at Cherrys upturned face as he raised the handle from the bucket. The handle of a thick long wooden baseball bat, dripping with some greasy goop.
Cherry gasped when she saw the bat, and noticed the thick hard cock tenting the front of his jeans. Edward was obviously turned on.
“Oh god noooo….please don’t let him put that in me Señor”.
Santa stroked Cherrys face. “It is for your own good Chica. It will mean less pain for what is to come” he cooed.
The lad disappeared, his footsteps stopped when he was behind Cherry. She heard the bucket clunk down and a squelching sucking sound, as the baseball bat was removed.
“Look into my eyes” he tapped her face for attention.
“Good…good…keep eye contact…I will help…talk you through this..you will be fine”.
Cherry felt the blunt tip of the bat. Stroking up and down, coating her crotch and lips.
“See….its not so bad…now take a deep breath and push outwards…push like you are giving birth…yes thats good…he is twisting the bat…spreading you open…wider…wider..pushing in.. slowly…slowly..trying not to rip you…”
“Oh Christ…its soooo big” she groaned as the teen spread her open, her labia stretched paper thin as she felt the bat enter.
Her eyes were wide and pleading, her lips quivered as Santa leaned even closer, his tongue rasped across her face, then he gently kissed her full on the mouth. When she opened her mouth to groan, his tongue flicked inside, exploring her oral cavity, his saliva pooling on her tongue.
She felt the walls of her vagina spread far apart, as the bat nosed deeper, filling and touching places never touched before.
The bat twisted and moved forwards, deeper still, until it came to a rest on her cervix.
“Now he will fuck you with it….slowly at first…but gaining speed…but I am here to help you…all will be fine Chica…he has done this many times…a student of his father”.
Cherry felt the bat slowly retreat. It was like her insides were being pulled out, caused by the air tight lock against her pussy walls. It stopped when it reached her opening, the widest part of the bats head straining her labia.
“Now we start…look into my eyes..yes thats it…keep looking…the camera behind me loves to see those pretty sparkling eyes”.
Squelch.
The bat sank deep in one fluid motion, opening her up again, then retreated.
Squelch.
Burrowing deep and faster this time.
Cherry gasped and moaned as she starred forwards, that tingling feeling she had become accustomed to, making her clit sing. Sending sparks of pain and pleasure up her spine.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
The scruffy youth was was thrusting the bat deep and hard.
“Oh god…oh god..it hurts so bad..but I can feel….”
“Yes Chica….so bad, but so good..no? Tell me when you are about to cum, yes?”
“I dont wan…wan…want to cum…its wrong…but…but.. can’t..help” she lost her voice, her train of thought, as her brain turned to jelly with a wanton need.
Santa was stroking her face, pushing back fallen wisps of hair, urging her on. “Yes Chica…cum…cum… for me…cum..for the camera..you are almost there…almost…I can see it in your eyes”.
“Yes…yes…so close..so close…near… near…nearly…ahhh…here it…”
“EDWARD” yelled Santa, and the bat was ripped from Cherrys clenching, dripping pussy.
“Noooooo….please……you cant…”.
“All ready for the main course” he said kissing her hard on the lips.
Clip, Clop, Clip, Clop.
Over his shoulder she saw the raggedy teen leading in the donkey, its nose in the air, sniffing at the smell of sex and pussy. Its cock, at least 19 inches long, was hard, thick and ready. It knew what was to come, had taken so many women before Cherry.
“Now Chica, you will cum for the cameras. You will cum like never before” he said.
Cherry heard the animals hoofs on the wooded ramp either side of her. Felt the hair on its legs gently prickle her hips as as it passed over her. Felt the long hard hanging penis already dripping with pre cum, slide along an outstretched thigh, leaving a sticky trail in its wake.
Santa stared into her eyes again. A kindly smile as he unzipped his fly.
Cherry felt the bench move, her hips rising slightly to the hum of the motor.
“Whats happening…why…”.
“Its ok” Santa cut in. “They are just getting you at the correct angle for your four legged lover. The best angle for… how do you say…ah yes….the best angle for a good hard shafting by our star donkey”.
The Mexicans breath was on her face again, whispering, “Now they will open you up and guide him in”.
Cherry gasped as she felt fingers spreading her open, something wet and rubbery lodged into her sopping hole.
The animals hoofs clattered on the wooden ramp as it moved forwards, its cock sliding in till it met resistance.
The bench hummed again, Cherrys buttocks rising a few more inches, the donkeys cock sliding deeper. It skittered a foot further forwards then thew back its head.
“He Haw.. He Haw” it brayed, slamming forwards, lifting Cherry clear of the bench, skewered on on fifteen inches of donkey cock.
“Jeeeeeeesus….” she screamed. “Tooooo big…..please it’ll kill me”.
“Breathe Chica….deep breaths….long and deep…”.
The donkeys tail swished the air as its rump thrust back and forth, impaling her deeper. Seventeen inches, spreading her apart, spearing deep into her ravaged cunt.
“He Haw… He Haw” it brayed, buttocks clenched, ramming her senseless.
Cherry pussy flooded with protective juices, easing slightly the donkey fuck.
“Ah….ah…ah…oooooogh….noooooooo”.
With each thrust of the gargantuan cock, Cheery gurgled and yelped, trying her best to control her breathing.
But her climax had started to build once more. The tingle was back with a vengeance, and she knew to her disgust and horror that the beast would fuck her to orgasm.
“See Chica…feel him deep…enjoy him..you will soon cum…he will soon cum…and this will all be over…no longer a donkey virgin.
The camera capturing her face in close up, caught every tear, lip tremble and cry of pain and distress. It also captured her rising lustful gaze as her climax started to build.
The raggedy teen was back, his cock pointing out from his open fly. He was jacking it back and forth, the purple red head flared, seeping a steady stream of sticky fluid.
“Wanna suck my cock, Puta?” He asked matter of factly.
“Nnnn… no….go away….”she panted.
“Ha – I think you will, just shout out when you are ready” he sneered, walking away.
Santa was busy jacking his own cock out of her line of sight.
“I think you will suck him Chica – he has his ways”.
The bench hummed, adjusting her angle yet again.
“I was being kind as it’s your first time puta” shouted Edward from somewhere behind her. “Adjusted the angle so he could only go so deep. See how you like this”.
“He Haw…He Haw’’. Hoofs clattering on wood as the animal found new depths.
Edward raised a crop, beating the donkeys hind sending it clip clopping forward. Nineteen inches impaling Cherrys pillaged pussy. Lifting her clear of the bench again.
“Aaaaaaaaaargh…..”she screamed. “Make him stop…make him stop….pleeeeese”.
“Sorry Chica….bosses son…I have no say”.
Donkey cock was mashing against her already weakened cervix, threatening to bust through, as Edward continued to cruelly beat the animal.
“Aaaiiiiiiiiiigh….ok …ok….suck you….please stop…please…promise I will”.
Edward sauntered back like a kid going for ice cream, a big smile on his face. “Told ya you would” he said, pressing his tool against her lips. “Make it good or I will have him ruin you forever”.
Cherry opened her mouth, her lips closing over the head and gently sucked.
Without the beating the donkey had gone back to a steady pace, but still pounding her deep. Every thrust pushing her forwards, until she was gagging on Edwards penis.
“Gaak Gaak Gaak”.
Donkeys relentless pounding’s was getting to her. Her expanded nipples twitched and hardened, her clit doing the same. A steady drip of juice seeped from her pussy, splashing to the floor below. Her whole body ached in pain but a fire was spreading from her belly, catching lite to her strained muscles and flesh, which twitched in anticipation.
Donkey was picking up the pace, buffeting her body into surrender.
She was close.
Donkeys cock breached her cervical ring, crashing into her womb.
“Mmmmmmmph Mmmmmmmmmph”, Edwards cock surging into her throat, as donkeys rampant penis jetted a deluge of warm cum, heating her belly, her clit felt like it would explode.
“He Haw He Haw” as its hoofs tap danced.
“Oh god” she thought. “I’m cumming on a donkeys cock”.
Cherry vagina contracted, gripping the equines throbbing length which was still dousing her insides.
Stars danced before her eyes as a wave of intense energy surged through her body. The orgasm hit her like an explosion, gnawing through her body, from the top of her head to her curling toes.
“Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh”, her mouth opening wide, her throat massaging Edwards pounding penis, as he fired thick spurts of cum into directly into her her gullet.
Santa stood, jacking his cock furiously, then jammed it into her wide open mouth along side Edwards, his sperm spurting over the roof of her mouth and tongue.
Cherry passed out. Her body shutting down, from an overload of sexual excess. Her muscles and sinews continued to twitch and ripple as she floated away on a surging sea of intense lust.
Three Hours Later.
Jon and Ron were in their server room, feet up and swigging from bottles of Bud, watching re runs on a huge screen.
“That was a dam fine transaction” said Jon. “Both gals off of our hands, with a huge cash pay off”.
“Yep” agreed Ron, “and the income from the website has gone through the roof. I spoke to Bernie and he is over the moon. Says he may have also found a new “mark”. Three of them in fact. Three sexy teen sluts going away for spring break”.
“Now thats nasty. Nasty but inventive” Jon chuckled, as he watched the Vet drop the rat into Eddys vagina. Enjoyed the screams and writhing, as Eddy clutched at her stomach, the rat going crazy in the tight wet confines of her pussy.
He laughed at the priceless look on the Vets deranged drooling face, as he came deep inside Eddys colon.
Jon flicked a switch on the consul and another scene flashed onto the screen.
Cherry being given smelling salts.
A confused look on her face as the Mexicans released her hogtie and flipped her over, laying back down on one of the camera men. His impressive cock wormed its way deep into her butt hole, as he gripped her hips, holding her in place.
Edward lead in a mule, its large penis swinging as it was guided up the wooden ramp. After a few adjustments to the benches angle, the animals cock was guided deep into Cherrys gaping hole. Her stomach bulged from the size of the beast.
They guzzled their beer, starring, as the mule fucked a screaming Cherry, the camera mans cock pounding her arse from below.
Before the mule came it was herded further up the ramp, and Cherry was forced to suck it off, her face completely disappearing beneath a white frothy mess of cum.
Kindly old Santa, spooning the cum from her beautiful face, depositing it into her mouth, held open wide by a laughing Edward. A hand placed over her mouth, nose pinched shut, until she swallowed it all.
Brrrrriiiiiing. Brrrrrriiiiiig.
“The perimeter alarm – someones set off the perimeter alarm” shouted Ron.
The screen went blank then displayed a new image. CCTV from where the alarm had been raised.
“Well well well – lookie what we have here” Ron exclaimed.
What looked like two back packers. Two females.
“Whadaya think” said Jon.”Mother and daughter”?
“Dont know – but they are certainly lookers. Wonder if they will be missed?”
90 Minutes Later.
The old barn was buzzing with activity and cries of anguish.
Cindy Jonson, a 43 year old stunner, with dirty blonde hair, and a nicely toned body, was screaming her head off.
Naked and strung up by her 38dd breasts, with her ankles tied wide, displaying a nicely shaved cunt, she writhed and screamed as Bernie fucked her hard and deep in her toned and sexy bouncing butt.
But her main source of concern was her daughter.
Lucy Jonson was on her hands and knees, naked as the day she was born. Ron was reaming out her tight pussy with his long enhanced cock. He had a fistful of hair, forcing Lucys face into mommas spread labia.
Jon stood to one side wielding a long bullwhip. Using underhand swipes, the whips biting lash constantly snapped at Lucy ample swinging breasts.
“Thats it piggy” he shouted, “Eat out momma sows cunt.
The sooner she cums the quicker this will end!”
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