Chapter 10
Frieda never thought that she'd feel more comfortable naked in public than clothed; but she sighed with relief when she tossed off that cum-stained frock and was ushered back to her shed. As Miss Hudson slammed and locked the door behind her, Frieda looked around for Doris, thinking that she'd pump her for more information on Max, Hudson and this new "ranch" if she could. But the girl was gone. Probably servicing another customer; hope she has better luck than I did, Frieda thought as she went back to her mat and squatted down. She wondered if they were looking for her...Bill, her mother, Betty, Brian. Surely they must have suspected something by now. She was gone, those documents under her mattress, Bill's own suspicions about Max, not to mention Betty's...they must have put it all together.
The day dragged by slowly. No one came to get her again, which was at least a little reason to be happy. By her stomach and the light outside, Frieda guessed that it was about dinner time, and still Doris wasn't back. She began to get a little worried, and decided to ask whoever would give her dinner where the girl was. The story Doris told her of other girls suddenly disappearing without a trace began to play on her mind.
Finally the door opened. Miss Hudson was standing in between the two men who had escorted her to the shed last night.
"Dinner's served," Miss Hudson announced haughtily, sneering at Frieda, who was crouching on the mat.
"Where's Doris?" Frieda asked nervously.
Miss Hudson smiled, then signaled the guard on her right to place a tray of food at the doorway. "We don't talk about where the girls are. I'm sure she's fine."
"But it's time for dinner, and she's not..."
"You'll find that we have customers who come in here all times of day, Frieda. Today, you were lucky. The men I selected for you came in early, so you had the rest of the day off. Tomorrow, you might not be that lucky. Who knows? In any case, eat your dinner. I don't want the customers complaining that my girls look like concentration camp debutantes."
Frieda wanted to take the tray and shove it hard into Miss Hudson's face, but looked at the two guards and decided that it would be wiser for her to follow instructions.
The food wasn't bad...two pork chops, carrots, mashed potatoes, and milk. She finished her dinner and waited for Doris' return. But the girl didn't come. Nine o'clock passed and still no Doris. Frieda pretended to be asleep when Miss Hudson made the rounds with the guards to check on the girls, but she couldn't close her eyes. She began to pect that Doris had met the same fate as that poor girl who was dragged from her mat in the znddle of the night.
She didn't sleep well that night, waking up after having had a nightmare that included dogs chasing her, Max fucking her, and the senator trying to make her put on a white pinafore. Frieda looked around to see if Doris had come in during the night. Her mat was unoccupied! Frieda was almost certain that she would never see Doris again...not, at least, breathing.
The guards brought in the usual bread and water, but Frieda noticed that Miss Hudson wasn't with them. She sopped up the meal...a little more than she had yesterday...walked outside and squatted to take a piss and shit, wiped her ass and cunt with some field grass she found nearby, and started to return to her shed.
"Not today," she heard the guard say. He grabbed her by the right shoulder and spun her around. "We've got a little show planned for the girls, and you're going to be in it."
She shuddered as the guard led her toward the open courtyard in front of the main building. The other girls were standing in a group to the left of the house, whispering to one another and pointing toward Frieda. They looked at her pityingly, and her heart sank.
"Stay here," the guard gruffly ordered her as he walked up to the front door. He left her with the girls, who flocked around her as soon as he had disappeared inside.
"What are they going to do to me?" she whispered hoarsely.
"We don't know," one of the girls volunteered. "They just told us that the new girl was going to have to really hump today. We all knew they meant you. Then they rounded us up and brought us here. That's when we knew you were going to wind up in the plaza."
The girl's voice trembled at the word "plaza". So, that was what they called this place. It looked pleasant enough...a wide, grassy area in front of the main entrance. But what went on there probably was far from enjoyable...at least from her point of view.
Frieda looked around and saw a group of men standing on the other side. She recognized the judge and the senator, and guessed that the others were Max's and Miss Hudson's best customers. They were all there for something big.
The door opened and Miss Hudson walked out, smiling to the men. Behind her were the two guards Frieda recognized and Doris! Her hair was stringy, dirty, matted, and her face was bloated. She looked as if she'd been beaten...bruises just under her eyes and dried blood above her lip indicated that someone had worked her over. She heard the girls whisper nervously behind her. Somehow they sensed that they were about to witness something horrible, something far beyond anything they'd ever seen at the ranch. Frieda shook visibly with the knowledge that somehow she was going to be implicated in whatever Miss Hudson had planned for Doris.
As the girl came into full view Frieda cried out in alarm as did the girls behind her. Sticking out of her cunt was a four-inch diameter iron pipe, wiggling every time Doris took a step. It protruded from her stretched-taut cuntlips about six inches... God only knew how deep it was buried...and was obviously painful to the girl. So this was the reward of light duty. After this she wouldn't be good for anyone. This was probably their last look at Doris.
Miss Hudson signaled the guards to halt as she turned to the gathering of men who were obviously very impressed by Doris' condition.
"Gentlemen. We told you that we had a special treat for you all today. Well, there she is, our own little Doris who's going to entertain you today...with the help of Frieda. As you can see, Doris was a Httle reluctant to help out at first, but she finally agreed...with a little persuasion, of course."
The men nodded their heads and murmured approval as Frieda looked at them with disgust.
She thought she could see the judge and senator almost frothing with excited expectancy.
"Bring out the jackass!" Miss Hudson ordered. At first, Frieda thought she was referring to Max. But then she saw several of the guards leave the plaza and walk around the corner. Frieda heard braying, and recognized the sound as that of a donkey.
Her blood froze. She had heard of donkey shows in Mexico where the animal mounts a girl in front of an audience of beer-swizzling sailors and old men. But those girls were specially trained...some of them even had their cunts enlarged surgically...at least the opening. But this...and to Doris, Doris who'd done nothing.
Then Frieda wondered what her part in this disgusting spectacle would be. She looked at Doris, who seemed to be oblivious to everything. She stood in one spot, her arms hanging limply at her sides and her eyes glazed over like some obedient, stupid animal. The braying seemed to snap the girl out of her trance, and she looked around. It was obvious that she wanted to run but was afraid to make the attempt. It really didn't matter; she would have been caught anyway, Frieda knew.
Doris cried out when the two guards left the donkey standing in the middle of the plaza and came toward her. From the house two more guards were carrying a large wooden table about three feet high. On one end were straps that would obviously restrain her arMs. At the other were a pair of stirrups, one on each side. What was going to happen was all too clear to them.
Doris cried out and tried to run when the table was brought down and placed next to the donkey. But the two guards merely smiled grimly and grabbed her by either arm and dragged her toward the table. When it became apparent that they would have difficulty getting her on the table, one of them took the night stick he had strapped to his belt and smacked it smartly across her tits. She cried out in pain, throwing up her hands to protect her tits while he then rammed the tip of his stick deep into her belly.
Doris collapsed to the ground while Frieda and the girls tried to look the other way, but they couldn't. Frieda wondered how long it would be until she and the others began to vomit.
"Get her up there, quick!" Miss Hudson hissed to the guards, then turned and smiled to the men. "Just a little problem, gentlemen. She'll be up there in a few minutes and you'll see a show that's rare to find anywhere today."
By now Doris was strapped tightly onto the table. There seemed to be something horribly obscene about her spreadeagled position. There she was, her cunt and asshole exposed to anyone who wanted to look while she was tied down helplessly beside an animal who was about to fuck her! And that pipe! Frieda knew now why they had shoved it deep inside the poor girl...to prepare her for fucking the donkey.
Miss Hudson walked over to Doris' exposed ass and tugged on the pipe. Doris screeched in pain, writhed and bucking in her bonds. Frieda watched some of the men reach down to their crotches and start fondling their gradually expanding cocks.
"At times like these," Miss Hudson said, "it's perhaps best to pull out quickly." With that, she gave a vicious tug at the pipe and it came flying out with an audible pop that made Frieda's skin crawl. There was a small but steady stream of blood that trickled from Doris' cunt.
"And now, the show. Come here, Frieda," Miss Hndson ordered.
Frieda approached the older woman reluctantly. She wished she had something she could stab or hit her with as she saw Miss Hudson's eyes blazing bright with sadistic triumph.
"Just stand there, Frieda. We'll use you when the donkey's already mounted her."
Frieda's mouth fell open. How could that woman stand there and so casually say what was going to happen?
Miss Hudson stepped to one side and the guards led the donkey around to Doris' stretched cunt. He must have been trained for this, because Frieda saw his animal cock start to grow longer and longer, thicker and thicker until it was full length, twitching in excitement. It must have been well over one foot long, and unbelievably thick. She wondered if that pipe had stretched Doris' cunt wide enough for it. Frieda doubted it.
The animal brayed excitedly, and they all saw it foaming at the mouth. Miss Hudson nodded, and the men led the donkey right to the girl's quivering, bleeding cunt. The animal immediately placed its bulbous nose against Doris' panting belly and sniffed; a second or two later, it was smelling the girl's pubic hair. Doris lifted her head and came face to face with her attacker. Her eyes widened in terror for a second, then her mouth opened and became a twisted cavity emitting an inhuman screech of revulsion and horror.
At first Miss Hudson looked as though she were going to have Doris clubbed again. But she turned around and saw four or five of her prime customers with their cocks out of their pants, stroking them frenziedly. Obviously, they loved the idea that Doris was being forced against her will to submit to this grotesque act. The older woman smiled, then nodded to the guards. They pushed the donkey forward, forcing him to rear back on his legs and place his forelegs on the table. His black-brown knotty cock was only inches from Doris' cunt.
Frieda retched, covered her mouth with her right hand, and felt her body twitch spasmodically, Good God! she thought as she tried to fight back the stinging fluid that was rising from her stomach. God in heaven, this can't be real!
But it was far too real. The donkey's head was directly over Doris', his saliva dripping down in gobs onto her tossing head. She screamed, threw up, then screamed again as the tip of his prick brushed against her sore cunt. The animal seemed startled at first by Doris' screaming, but was kept up on the table by the guards. In several minutes, it seemed to get used to the girl's cries and resumed its probing of her cunt.
"Frieda, get under him and suck his balls," Miss Hudson commanded.
Frieda couldn't believe she had heard her correctly. When she saw a guard coming at her, she knew she did. Frieda first thought of trying to make a break for it, even if they did try to kill her. Anything would be better than sucking that donkey's balls. Then, she thought that at least she'd be alive afterward.
She walked forward up to the animal's ass. She saw the two brown sacs, hanging like two ripe coconuts just below the donkey's twitching tail.
"Suck them!" Miss Hudson ordered. Frieda knelt down and closed her eyes. She could feel the hairs of the tail brush her forehead as she leaned forward and stuck out her tongue. She could smell the stench of donkey shit as she moved her face closer to the animal's cum sacs. Frieda took a tentative lick at one of the leathery testicles and heard the animal bray out in surprised excitement. He jerked forward, jamming the tip of his long, tapered cock into Doris' cunt. The girl groaned in agony.
"More! Suck them more!" the judge called out, frigging his cock wildly.
Frieda slid under the animal until his balls were directly under her nose. She reached up and rolled them on her palMs. Oh God, the skin felt hot and hairy and rough. The animal shivered again and let out another cry. Frieda heard Doris scream and guessed that he was shoving his cock deeper into her violated cunt.
"Wrap those lips around his balls and start strumming yourself or I'll personally make sure neither of you walk away from here," Miss Hudson hissed to Frieda.
Jesus, I've got to pretend to get turned on! she thought as she moved the thumb and forefinger of her right hand to her cunt and started to strum her clit mechanically. There was no way Frieda could excite herself. She was surprised that she didn't wind up throwing up on the animal's balls. The one thing she felt thankful for was that she couldn't see what the animal was doing to Doris, although by the girl's cries and the animal's braying, she guessed that he was almost all the way in. As she ran her tongue up and down the shit-smelling sacs, Frieda watched the underbelly of the donkey rise and fall with each thrust he made into Doris' cunt. With each forward push, she heard Doris cry out in agony.
Finally, Frieda noticed that the donkey's pumping was growing faster. He must be close to cumming, Frieda thought, increasing her tonguing and even applying suction to the tender bottoms of those disgusting balls to hurry the animal along. There was the sound of sudden panting, and Frieda knew that the donkey was shooting his wad deep into the girl's cunt.
Frieda thought the animal would never stop. Finally, she heard Miss Hudson.
"All right, Frieda, you did very well. You can come out from there now."
She scurried out hurriedly from under the donkey's legs, afraid that they'd let her be trampled if she didn't move fast enough. By the time she turned around to look at Doris, the animal had been led off the table.
Good God! Doris was a twitching, screaming, bleeding mess. Blood and something lighter Frieda guessed was the donkey's cum flowed freely from a hairy gash she guessed used to be Doris' cunt. In between the agonized screams, Frieda could hear Doris begging them to get the animal out of her. She was in shock. Frieda shifted her gaze to the men opposite her. The judge, senator and others had flipped their pricks back into their pants and were congratulating a smiling Miss Hudson on a fine show.
It was all too grotesque for Frieda to take any longer.
"Aren't you going to do anything about her?" she blurted out to Miss Hudson, indicating Doris. "You just can't leave her like this. She'll die."
Frieda knew that the men didn't want any unpleasantness, whether it was from her accusations or Doris dying on the spot. She had Miss Hudson on the spot for once, and she was going to make the most of it.
"Take her off the table and into the house," she told one of the guards.
Frieda knew that Doris would never leave the house alive if she went in there.
"I'll take care of her, Miss Hudson. Why bother anybody inside?" Frieda said.
Frieda almost fell back from the severe stare the woman gave her.
"Speak when spoken to, and only then, Frieda. I said I'll take care of her, and I will. Now, all you girls, back to your sheds."
Frieda went back to her shed and sat on her mat sullenly. She looked over in the empty corner at Doris' place. She'd known her only a few hours, but had really begun to like the girl. Her hatred of Max and Miss Hudson knew no bounds. She wondered what Max had in store for her. She couldn't imagine him treating her the same as the other girls. He had a special liking, or was the word "disliking" better, for her. If the other girls lasted about three weeks here, she'd be lucky if she were alive after three days. If there were only some way to get out of here she'd testify before the world if she had to of Max's inhumanity, no matter what sort of scandal it brought down on her family. Her family. Oh Brian, she thought, envisioning her brother's smiling, innocent face, what our mother's gotten us into!