Chapter 4
Jeff Aust noticed a change in Suzanne almost from the moment he saw her next. It was the morning after their confrontation on the range, and he was shocked at how pale and drawn she appeared to be.
He merely said a casual hello to her, nothing more, and she nearly leaped into the air, trembling with obvious fear. He took her by the shoulders and held her tightly, gazing into her rather dull, yet flashing eyes.
"Hey, Suzy, what the hell is the matter with you?"'he asked, anxiously.
"Nothing, nothing, let me go," she hissed, tearing free of his hands and racing into the barn.
She saddled a horse, quickly and was tearing out into the wide open country before he had a chance to press the matter further with her. He watched her galloping away, a feeling of dread in his belly, growing stronger.
He would have thought-about the matter some more, if Sam Farrel hadn't rounded the barn and barked at him to get to work. The man's eyes were red-rimmed with the effects of whiskey and his hands trembled a bit with a hangover.
"Come on, punk, I ain't paying, you to stand around jerking off," Sam snarled. "You can dream about pussy on your own time, kid."
Jeff, whose strongest point was not his temper, fought to control himself. He could not afford to anger the man, who not only would fire him on the slightest whim, he knew, but would more than likely beat him to a pulp, besides.
Jeff was hot the biggest guy in the world, and he didn't like his chances in a Tight with Sam Farrel. The man might be a bully and a drunk, but he out-weighed Jeff by at least seventy pounds and was all muscle, besides.
So the young man had swallowed his rage at the bully's insults and gone off to clean out the stables as ordered. As he was pitching the horse shit into a pile, he wondered, grimly, why he bothered with this trip.
Clearly, Suzanne was lost to him, he knew, now. Whatever had spooked her during the night, didn't change the fact that she had been as cold as ice to him yesterday afternoon. She had changed all right, and it made him ache with sorrow to think of it.
He had come all this way to be near her. in the hopes, that over the summer, they might get together again. But it was clearly hopeless to him, now. There was going to be no chance of that.
I should just say the fuck with it, he thought savagely. I don't need to break my ass doing this job. I could have an easier summer than this back home. I could work in Jim Graver's bar and make more money, too.
He shook his head, the urge-to leave at once, almost too much to bear. He hated this back-breaking, dirty work. Hated the man that ran over him like a raging bull most of the time. He knew that Farrel had no respect for him, considered him to be less than worthy.
To his mind, things were not going to get better, and he was being stupid to put up with it for a single minute more. He had a plane ticket back, to be used any time he wanted to. He could be home in half a day, working in a bar and probably getting laid, too, in less than another.
He set down the pitchfork and thought about it for a moment. What did he need all this for, he wondered. Why kill himself over a bitch that didn't give a damn about him anymore. He shook his head, bitterly.
All the thinking in the world wasn't going to do him any good, though, because he knew damn well that he wasn't going anywhere. He was going to stay right there, chasing Suzanne Kennerly until the deal ran out.
I'm an asshole, he thought with bitter amusement. I'm hung up on the lady and I can't get away from it. They'll have to kick me off this ranch before I leave, and that probably wouldn't do it, either.
He went back to work. then, moaning under the harshness of his labor, realizing that there was nothing else he could do but continue to try and win her back. When you're stuck on a woman, he thought grimly, you have no choice.
Suzanne Kennerly rode savagely and wildly through the desert, then, fighting the tears that came to her eyes, and the nagging curse that whirled in her mind. To her bitter amusement. she wondered how Jeffrey Aust would feel if he knew the tables had'been turned, now.
It was ho longer he that was unworthy of her, she felt, but she unworthy of him. After what she had gone through, after what. she allowed to have happen to her, no decent man could ever touch her again, she thought.
There was no way she could let a kind, good young man like Jeffrey Aust soil his manhood in her fouled chamber, now. She could not live with herself, knowing that some good man would be following the perverted-tool that had spent itself inside of her pit, staining her flesh forever.
She felt the powerful movement of the horse beneath her, and a wave of erotic pleasure rippled through her loins. She was not surprised at the. sensation, she had had it before. It was just that she was realizing, now, what it truly meant.
She could not deny her thoughts of last night, the clear image of her own pet taking her, as the big German shepherd pumped in and out of her cunt. She had not fought the animal, had not even fought Sam Farrel when he took her by the mouth, after the dog was finished.
She was inhuman, she felt, a disgusting animal. Never in her life had she thought she would fall so low, become such a worthless and pitiful creature. The only man good enough for her. now, she realized, grimly, was someone the likes of Sam Farrel, another pig that did not know anything of human goodness.
He had warned her not to say anything to anyone about what had happened, and she had to laugh at that. How could she ever speak of it, she wondered. How could she ever tell a single, living soul about her shame?
He had nothing to worry about on that count. She wasn't about to degrade herself any further. She would not tell what had happened. For if she did, she knew she would have to admit her secret shame. That she had enjoyed the dog fucking her.
As much as She wanted to avoid that realization, she could not, in the end, get away from it. The huge cock throbbing inside of her had brought her to an orgasm. She had taken it willingly, now, she realized, and she would never be clean again.
How she wished she could kill herself, now. How she ached to. have the courage to end her now damned life. She could not bear the thought of living with this evil about herself, but she knew she would not be able to do anything about it.
She rode the horse almost to exhaustion. She stayed out on the plains for the whole day, beating both herself and the animal savagely, in some strange effort to purge herself of the sin she felt she carried.
But in the end, when she and the poor, ragged, beast, limped back to the barn, she had not accomplished her desire. The shame and bitter self-disgust were just as strong as ever, and the sense of hopelessness, burned just as fiercely in her soul.
For several days after that, she kept to her room, when she wasn't out riding. She explained that she was doing a lot of reading, and felt tired from the delayed let-down of the end of the school year.
She knew that few, if any of the other guests believed her, especially her mother, but she didn't care, she just wanted to be left alone. Her mother was constantly at her about hiding herself away, and when the woman had to return home to care for a friend taken sick, she was grateful for the sudden illness. With her mother gone, the rest would leave her to herself as she wanted.
Only Sam Farrel persisted in bothering her, he and Jeffrey Aust, of course. Farrel she could handle. He obviously wanted another session with her, but she was able to put him off, claiming to be too ill to indulge in passion. Jeff was another story.
While Farrel had to always be watching of his wife's sharp and roving eyes, Jeff had no such worries to keep him from constantly being around. It was not that he made any attempt to bother her directly, but his mere and continual presence kept her sense of shame burning brightly inside of her.
She would sun herself by the pond, while the rest of the guests were at lunch, and he would pick that time to clean the water of scum and twigs. She would try to ignore him, but always found it impossible.
His obvious concern for her, the love that was as clear on his face as his own name, was a damning look to her. She wanted to hate him, wanted to rage at him, to find him horrible in some manner. That she could not do that at all, made it all the worse for her.
"Why don't you just go home?" she hissed at him savagely, trying to hurt him one afternoon. "You are being stupid. I don't love you, and I never will. I find you silly and dumb, go home!"
All he did was smile, knowingly. "You got something else bothering you, Suzy," he told her softly. "I might remind you of it, but it isn't me, and you know it."
"Yes, yes it is, damn you!" she screeched. "You're always around, always looking at me! You make me sick!"
"Why don't you just tell me what the hell is eating at you, honey?" he said, kindly. "I just might be able to help, you know!"
She had no answer to that, other than to burst into tears and flee to her cabin, sobbing uncontrollably while he looked after her. She could do nothing more than fall across her bed, crying wildly, feeling both shamed and lost, aching to rush into his arms, knowing that she could not. She had been a fool, and now she was paying for it, dearly.
There was nothing for her to do now, but respond to Sam Farrel's request that she meet him in the stables after dinner that evening. She felt the curious mixture of dread and anticipation all through the meal, and trembled visibly as she showered before meeting the man.
She was caught in the bind of her own humiliation and perversion, she realized, and there was no escape from the twisted desires that seemed to have been awakened in her mind and flesh.
Sam Farrel was waiting for her. of course, his body alive with passion and desire as he watched the young, lithe body approaching the barn. In one brief span of time he had taken her from her lofty heights of haughty grandeur and put her in her place.
She was wearing a long, flowing robe this evening, one that fluffed about her slender, supple frame with rich promise. His cock was already growing hard in his pants as she steadily approached the barn.
He could see that she was wearing nothing beneath the robe, for her breasts rode high and pointed on her rib cage, the tiny nipples making pointed dots against the bright yellow coloring of the robe. It swirled against her. mound, attractively, and even from his distance, he could see the luscious hillock throbbing beneath the flowing garment.
"Come on, baby," he chuckled softly, when she reached the door. "I been waiting on you for a week, bitch!' Suzanne nodded, her eyes lowering in shame as she stepped into the warm, musky barn. The odor of animals drifted up into her nostrils and the quivering excitement grew stronger in her loins.
"I got some real fun planned for us tonight, bitch," Sam cackled, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and squeezing her breasts, harshly. "You're gonna love what I got in mind for you this time!"
For Suzanne, the words he spoke had little meaning. She was well aware that he planned to degrade her further, but it did not seem to make much difference to her now. Whatever he could do, could be no worse than the suffering she had already endured, the shame she already carried inside of her.
"Let's just get on with it," she sighed, turning and pressing her mouth to his. "You know you have me in your control, why taunt me this way?"
She was kissing him hungrily, then, rolling her pink, moist tongue back and forth against his teeth, and grinding her crotch against his own, throbbing groin. He chuckled with a gasp of pleasure and pushed her away.
"Take it easy, little rich girl," he snarled cruelly. "Since I'm in charge around here, I'll decide what we do and when we do it."
He pushed her away from him, roughly and stared at her body quivering under the robe she was wearing. Smiling coldly, he slowly unbuttoned the pearl buttons that ran from her neck to the hem of the robe.
Suzanne stood quietly as she felt his hard hands roaming downward over the robe. He took great delight in making the undressing of her a slow, tortured process. It was obvious to her, that he wished to make her humiliation complete and drawn out.
When the last of the buttons was unfastened, he pushed the robe apart and gazed at her quivering flesh as it was revealed to his greedy eyes. Her watched her pert, round breasts rising-and falling with her labored, frightened breathing, and admired the damp thatch of silken hair that covered her mound.
"You are a good-looking little bitch," he whispered hungrily. "I'll give you that! And already wet for something big and hard, huh, cunt?"
He ran the hard, calloused palm of his hand downward over her breasts and stomach and she moaned as she felt the greedy fingers massaging her moist, warm flesh. Sin-gasped as she felt his fingers slithering through her cunt hair, kneading and caressing the damp bush between her thighs.
"Ahh, yeah, you got a sweet little pussy," chuckled Sam, slithering the tips of his thick, stubby fingers back and forth against her pussy lips. "Nice and tight, just like a little bitch should be!"
Suzanne moaned, wondering which emotion was worse, the shame she felt for her humiliation at the hands of this cruel, vicious man, or the powerful lust that he was giving her, despite her revulsion at his touch.
Sam smiled grimly. "A little bitch like you thinks she's too good for the likes of me," he chuckled. "I know you feel that way, baby, that's why I'm taking you down a peg, little by little!"
Suzanne shuddered as she felt the man's fingers kneading and fondling her cunt mound. She groaned as he pressed the hard knob of his thumb against her clit, sending hot, stinging waves of pleasure tearing through her loins.
She leaned forward against the caressing hand, jutting her hillock tightly into it, gasping as she felt his free hand clutching at one of her warm, round globes. He squeezed the tiny sphere in his massive fist, then, digging his fingers deeply into the warm, pliant flesh of her boob.
"Ohh, God, just give it to me," she moaned, sobbing a bit as her passion began to get out of control. "You know I need it, give it to me,....
He laughed again, feeling her little heart pounding under his gripping fingers, and the throbbing heat pouring from her loins. He squeezed her captured tit a little harder and slipped two of his thick, fat digits into her creamy chamber.
Her cunt quaked with pleasure, then and she fell against him heavily, her lips roaming greedily over his. He slipped the invading spears deeper into her cunt, twisting and turning them to the depths of her luscious chamber.
"Nice little baby, hot little bitch," he chuckled, roaming his own mouth over hers, deliberately, now. "Ahh, yeah, that's it, baby, squeeze my prick, you sweet little cunt!"
Her fingers were anxiously roaming over the bulge at the front of his trousers, now. gripping and squeezing the hard, pounding weapon that lay behind them. She felt its hardness growing stronger, and her flesh quickened with excitement as she fondled the expanding tool.
Sam Farrel's cock ached with pleasure as the young girl squeezed and massaged it through his jeans. He rocked from left to right on his heels, allowing her tongue to spear between his teeth and search, desperately, for his own.
He knew he was in complete control now, and it pleased him to no end, to know that the girl was in his power. As he kneaded her breast, rubbing the nipple savagely with his thumb, he felt content and anxious at the same time.
The tender nugget beneath his scraping thumb was throbbing with life, tingling with excitement as he pushed it in a lazy circle. Her. pussy walls were undulating against his now thrusting fingers, and her inner muscles were gripping and squeezing the plunging spears of his fingers, greedily.
"Jesus, bitch, when you get hot, you get hot, don't you?" he cackled wildly. "I can see you ain't no miss cunt no more, you want my prick, bad, don't you?"
Fumbling with his zipper, Suzanne groaned uncontrollably, then. "Yes, God damn you, yes," she sobbed. "I need it, I need it right now!
She pulled the zipper down and his thick, hard prong fell into her palm, heavily. She felt it beating savagely against her creamy, soft flesh, and she wrapped her slender fingers around, the huge spear, greedily.
Sam groaned as he felt the girl squeezing his prong, gripping it with a growing passion in her dainty fist. She moved her fingers up and down along the length of his spear, twisting and turning them in a harsh, violent manner.
His balls were churning with hot come, now, and his legs felt weak as the young girl massaged his throbbing shaft. Her soft, lithe body trembled helplessly in his embrace now, and her tongue slashed at his, with a passionate fury.
Her lips were moist and succulent, and he kissed her savagely, then. He bit her lower petal hard and was pleased to hear a gasp of pain escaping her throat. He intended to do more than just fuck this bitch, now. He was going to make sure she never even thought about looking down on him again.
Over her shoulder, he could see the stallion. Whirlwind, stomping up and down in its stall. The horse was clearing agitated by the female scent in the air and Sam smiled as he watched the animal shifting on its legs with increasing excitement.
He drove his tongue hard against Suzanne's then, lashing her moist, pink spear in a cruel, driving manner. His fingers rode in and out of her cunt, now, with a furious, vicious force and he could feel the digits getting sticky and wet with the thick, creamy juice of love that formed in her precious pit.
She drove her own delicate fingers up and down on his tool, wildly, now, squeezing and kneading the prong with a fierce abandon. All that she could think about, was the fire building steadily in her loins, and the involuntary spasms that were growing more fierce in her pit each time a tremor rippled through her.
Suzanne realized she was caught by aching . need, now. She could not understand this wild, unrelenting desire that was roaring in her cunt, but she knew she could not escape or resist it any longer.
"Ohh, Jesus, Farrel," she moaned, thickly, yanking on his tool. "Fuck me, will you? Fuck me now, you bastard, now!"
She felt him driving his fingers savagely in and out of her cunt, then, twisting them against her throbbing inner walls with a vicious brutality. She groaned and shuddered, aching as the need roared in her flesh, then.
"I'll fuck you, baby, don't you worry," he chuckled cruelly. "I'm gonna fuck you so bad. you won't be able to stand it, I promise you!"
The cruel digits tortured her moist, hot tunnel viciously, now. He knew exactly how to pump them inside of her, to turn them sensuously and give her the aching delight that she craved. In her hand, his cock was pounding with the fevered, steaming blood that raced through it, expanding the tool to an unbelievable width.
She could feel his own aching greed growing stronger, a full, harsh desire that tore through his shaft with incredible fury. His cock was huge, now, throbbing so violently that she could barely hold it, and his breathing was rapid and forced, a hot, burning breath on her naked shoulders.
"You want a cock, bitch, ohh, you'll get one," he laughed, knowingly. "In fact, I got plans for you, cunt, big plans! I'm gonna give you all the cock you can handle."
Suzanne could barely understand him, then, so thick was his speech, and the roaring in her ears from her own pleasure, so loud and violent. She cared about very little at this point. Passion was all that concerned her, then.
She felt him driving his fingers in and out of her pussy, savagely, then, laughing as he turned them against her inner walls, making her jerk spasmodically with need. She felt his other hand kneading and" massaging her boobs, pulling on her nipples painfully, making every part of her body come alive with need. v Sam Farrel's prick was aching powerfully, now. It was roaring with greed, a hot, steaming weapon that yearned for the ultimate release. He could take her any way that he wanted to, now, and he smiled, grimly as she pumped her little fingers savagely back and forth against his throbbing tool.
For Sam, this moment was one of pure and savage satisfaction. He had the little cunt exactly where he wanted her. She. was totally helpless in his hands, and he could make her do anything, he realized.
"You belong to me, you little slut," he snarled viciously in her ear. "I'm gonna have you do a lot of things to amuse me, bitch, a whole lot of things, indeed!"
"Anything, anything you want," Suzanne moaned, shocked and sickened by the powerful, helpless pleading in her voice. "Ohh, Jesus, I can't help myself, I can't!"
She squeezed his prick, passionately then, and tried, desperately to pull the huge, pounding weapon to her cunt. Sam laughed in a harsh, cruel tone' of voice, twisting her around, and jamming his fingers deep into her pit.
"Not yet, bitch, I ain't ready for you, yet," he snarled at the trembling, moaning girl.
"I'm gonna give you my cock, all right, you got to entertain me a little, cunt!"
She had no idea what he meant, of course. The only thing Suzanne was aware of now, was the harsh, violent pounding in her pussy, and the fierce, burning fire of lust that seemed to be consuming her, then.
She felt Sam walking her across the barn floor, pushing her backward by the fingers in her pussy and the hand that gripped her breast. She moaned as her soft, spongy buttocks backed into the stall of the horse behind her, and he pressed her body hard against the rough, raw wood.
"You really want it bad, don't you, bitch?" Sam cackled savagely. "You really want this cock something fierce, huh?"
She nodded, feeling his hand dropping from her breasts and slithering around behind her. "Yes, yes, you know I do," she moaned wildly. "Please, Farrel, now, give it to me, now!"
The door behind her swung open and the horse stamped excitedly in the stall. Sam maneuvered her into the small cubicle, pushing her back toward the agitated animal, now, laughing harshly, "Well, baby, I ain't alone in my hominess, you know," he chuckled softly. "That horse you like to ride so much, is turned on, too!"
He spun her around and forced her to look at the horse, its thick prick already swelling up in its sheath. Her eyes went wide as she stared at the horse's growing cock, and a ripple Of fear and disgust tore through her, then.
"Whirlwind likes you too, baby, he really likes you a lot," Sam chuckled cruelly. "I think he could get off on a little attention from you, cunt, maybe a blow job, huh?"
Suzanne groaned, her mind raging with the perversion of what Sam was suggesting. She flashed back to the night he had forced her to fuck the dog, and she felt the churning sickness rumbling in her belly.
"Ohh, God, Farrel, please, no," she murmured, trembling and now attempting to pull away from him. "Don't make me do that, Farrel, ohh, God, don't make me!"
Sam Farrel tightened his grip on her long, slender arm and pulled his fingers from her cunt. He gripped her other limb, tightly and shook the girl ruthlessly, then.
"You listen to me, bitch," he snarled in a cold, vicious voice. "You're gonna do what I say, understand? I can mess you up so bad, you won't be able to think straight, remember that!"
He had already once threatened to expose her deeds to the rest of the people on the ranch, and she had no doubt that he would.
She watched the excited animal bucking gently now, its huge, brown shaft pulsating visibly.
"Now, you're gonna suck that horse's prick, baby," he whispered violently. "And suck it good, see? Then, while you're doing that, I'm gonna fuck you good!"
He shoved her toward the animal now, and the horse whinnied its excitement and delight as she approach. It was snorting through its thick, blackish nostrils, its eyes flashing with anticipation.
"Do a good job on him, baby," Sam cooed lovingly in her ear. "And I'll give that pussy of yours a nice fucking, I promise you!"
His fingers were slithering over her belly and cunt mound now, while his free hand twisted one of her arms up around her back. He pushed her forward toward the awaiting steed, his cock now thrusting savagely at her buttocks.
Suzanne moaned, trembling with fear and now unmistakable excitement. She watched the cock as it throbbed between the animal's legs, pulsating obviously, with need. She was now standing beside the beast, feeling the heat of his body next to hers.
"Take the prick, baby," Sam Farrel snarled in her ear. "Go ahead, you'll love it! Take hold of it bitch, take it now!"
Suzanne moaned with self-loathing and shame as she reached out and took hold of the creatures thick, hard weapon. The huge cock pulsated violently against her soft, exquisite digits and she gasped at the warmth that was racing through the massive tool.
The horse snorted with delight as the young girl wrapped her fingers around his cock. It jerked on its hind legs as she squeezed the prong, and she felt the hot blood begin to charge through its huge member as she squeezed it in her grip.
"That's it, baby, play with his dick," laughed Sam Farrel, his own fingers once more entering her aching pit. "Go ahead, bitch, rub his cock, rub it good!"
As Sam ran his fingers deeper into her pussy, Suzanne was overwhelmed by the desire to please the horse. A part of her was on fire with shame and self-disgust, while another part of her, equally as strong and demanding, was fascinated by the power she felt in the stallion's tool.
It pounded with a fierce power she would never have dreamed of. The cock was so big and strong that it made her feel breathless and weak just to touch it. Hot waves of blood tore through the surging weapon, and it quaked against the soft, warm flesh of her palm with a fierce and savage fury.
Slowly she kneaded and squeezed her hand back and forth along the length of the animal's tool. The horse snorted once more, making sounds of pleasure as she massaged his weapon, whinnying and neighing with obvious excitement.
Sam Farrel felt his cock rubbing back and forth against the moist, warm cleft between Suzanne's buttocks, and. he moaned with the delightful tingle he felt in his groin. Her tender cleft was quivering deliciously against his hard shaft, and his prick ached to plunge between her spongy half moons, and bury itself deep in her hot, tight tunnel.
He slithered his hand down over the smooth, quivering curve of her bottom and kneaded her precious cheeks, savagely. The girl groaned in aching delight, shifting from left to right on her feet, gasping as she felt the man massaging her tender mounds.
Two of his fingers wormed their way between her fleshy globes and began to probe, anxiously, at the moist, warm dot of her rectal entrance. She gasped as she felt him pushing eagerly against her ruby opening, and she tightened the quivering entrance, with an instinctive locking of her rectal muscles.
He chuckled cruelly, twisting and turning the insistent fingers against her moist, warm entrance. "Better ease up, baby," he chuckled viciously. "Because I'm gonna fuck that ass of yours, whether you want it or not!"
She sobbed as he thrust his fingers once more against her anal opening. The pain burst in her tiny bum tunnel and she cried out as he forced two of the fingers inside of her, then.-She felt the cruel, uncaring prongs turning against her bum walls, farcing them to widen, and the sweat of pain burst on her flesh, making her moan with the hopelessness of her position.
The horse's cock was now pounding savagely in her fingers, growing thicker and thicker with each passing moment. She felt it swelling rapidly against her hand, prying her fingers apart with the sheer strength of its expansion.
Now the animal was in a savage and excited state. It nodded its head wildly and leaped up and down with agitated desire. The blood that throbbed through his tool was so hot and furious, that her tiny hand was growing warm with the sheer power of the steaming liquid.
Sam stared at the girl's kneading fingers and his own prick pounded with a fierce wanting. He grunted as he thrust his fingers deep into her asshole, feeling the slippery warm of her narrow tunnel gripping the digits tightly.
"Ohh, baby, yeah, I'm getting there," hp laughed, his voice thick and tortured with need. "Umm, sweet bitch, go on, start licking that prick of his!"
He pushed her head forward with his free hand and the young girl moaned as her face came near to the cock she was holding in her hand, The dank, sweet odor of the animal's sweat and lust invaded her nostril's then, and she gagged as her mouth suddenly made contact with the huge, throbbing weapon she was holding.
She could not keep herself from running her tongue over the surface of the creature's prick, and instantly the horse responded. It jerked spasmodically as she kissed it, snorting and whinnying its delight.
Slowly, she began to run her tongue back and forth along the length of the tool, her anal muscles now relaxing under the unrelenting attack of Sam's fingers. She could not believe she was doing this, now, but her mouth roamed over Whirlwind's cock with increasing passion and her tender bum was obviously preparing for Sam's invasion.
"That's it, bitch, lick him," he cackled wildly, then, twisting his fingers cruelly inside her moist tunnel. "Yeah, get down on his dick, bitch, and let me get my prick in your little hole!"
For Suzanne Kennerly, it was as if the world had suddenly turned upside down, and her own sense of herself had been shattered. She could almost stand outside of herself, then and watch, with mounting disgust and horror as she attacked the horse's prick with her mouth.
She licked and lathered the creature's shaft, hungrily, then, nipping at it with her perfect, even teeth. She felt the pulsating thrill of its passion against her soft, pliant lips, and she eagerly lathered the prong, now.
Sam's fingers were plunging in and out of her asshole, savagely, then, The shock of pain roared through her tender, moist canal, but she made no move to escape, now. He laughed in delight, spreading her inner walls as far apart as possible with the plunging spears, while he rubbed his own, tortured meat, back and forth against the wet, warm flesh of her lovely thigh.
"Ahh, Jesus, bitch, you got me hot," he snarled, thrusting his fingers into her bum as deeply as they would go. "Yeah, bitch, I'm ready, man, am I ever ready!"
Now this horrifying event was about to unfold in all its sickening fury, Suzanne realized. She felt the huge, thick horse prick at her lips, pounding with a violent and undeniable fury, and she seemed helpless to do anything other than accept the massive prong in her mouth.
"Take it, bitch, take it, and suck on him, now," he growled at her, fiercely. "I want to see him popping his load in your mouth, right when I'm doing mine in your asshole, baby! Suck his cock, suck it good?"
Suzanne could do nothing, now, but as he ordered her to. She moaned, opening her lips wide, gathering the animal's thick, long tool inside with her tongue. The horse snorted and neighed loudly as it felt her lovely, succulent petals fastening tightly around his shaft, her tongue stabbing at the surface of its prick at the same time.
Now, Sam's prick was pounding with an agonizing fury. As he watched the girl sucking the horse's cock' into her mouth, he pulled his fingers from her bum and drew his cock up between her warm, quivering buttocks.
He spread her cheeks apart and thrust, violently, at the warm, quivering dot of her rectal chamber. She screamed in pain as he drove his cock into her asshole. The huge, hot prong was like a burning iron as it entered her. She felt it forcing her narrow, moist tube apart, spreading her inner walls beyond their normal width, now.
Slowly, she rode the horse's prick as deeply into her mouth and throat as she could. The animal's huge weapon was too big for her, but she got enough of it into her mouth and silken tunnel to hold it fast, and be able to lather it, hungrily.
Sam's cock was twisting and turning its way deep into her asshole, then, and he groaned as he powered his meat into the hot, gripping canal. He felt her rectal muscles kneading his plunging shaft, holding it tightly, and he laughed with cruel delight as he buried himself to the hilt in her tender, swollen passage.
"Ahh, Jesus, baby, you got a tight little asshole," he chuckled savagely. "Umm, that's nice, cunt, a real nice little hole, yeah!"
His fingers clasped over her small, bobbing breasts now, and he squeezed them cruelly as he began to rock his cock back and forth along her anal tube. He dug his digits deep into her spongy globes and shuddered as he slid his tool in and out of her lovely bum passage.
Suzanne was took weak and horrified to do anything else now, but pump the horse's prick back and forth against her mouth. She lathered and sucked the animal's tool as hard as she could, then, realizing there was no other course for her to follow, now.
She bobbed her head back and forth, wildly, feeling the thick, gnarled shaft expanding more and more in her mouth. The horse jumped and neighed wildly, now, obviously approaching a swift and powerful climax as she attacked it.
Sam. Farrel was in ecstasy, then, his cock riding savagely in and out of her asshole, as he watched her sucking the animal off. He laughed with a cruel and vicious delight, clearly thrilled by what the girl was doing, even as he Was fucking her tender pit.
Harder and harder he drove his cock into her soft, moist bum. Her anal walls were flexing around his tool, uncontrollably, then, gripping and kneading his plunging meat as he continued to bury it inside her.
Suzanne felt nothing but the pain in her buttocks, then, and the harsh, compelling throbbing of the horse's prick in her mouth. She was consumed by the shame and horror of her perversion now, and the way she enjoyed all that was happening to her, made her sick to the depths of her soul.
She could not help herself, however, as she drove the animal's prick into her mouth. She sucked on the pulsating shaft hungrily, thrilling to the vibrations it made against her lips and tongue as she worked on it.
Now the creature could barely keep still and was jumping about, violently as the girl drove it's spear relentlessly toward a violent explosion. The huge cock seemed to be swelling up to bursting in her mouth, and its balls slammed into her chin almost painfully as it rocked on its hooves.
Sam rammed his prick into her asshole was more violence and passion than she thought she could bear, now. She felt the hot, burning weapon searing her inner walls, cruelly, grinding against her tender flesh with a vicious passion.
His hard, massive belly ground cruelly against her soft, spongy buttocks, and his hot, fevered breath washed against her shoulders as he buried his rod to the hilt in her bum once again.
"Ahh, bitch, yeah, gonna come, soon, gonna come soon," he moaned. "Suck that horse dick, baby, suck him off. now! Make us both come, you sweet cunt!"
As his cock throbbed savagely inside of her asshole, Suzanne could feel the horse's prick pulsating in her mouth, drawing tense and tight as if a spring wound beyond its natural limits.
She screamed as the horse ssuddenly climaxed, spurting a violent wave of thick, hot fluid into her mouth. Sam laughed as she gagged on the bursting prong, the hot come spilling over her lips and running down her chin.
"Swallow it, bitch, swallow his come," he snarled, grinding his cock hard and viciously in her bum. "I'm gonna come any second now, you cunt! Swallow every drop of Whirlwind's come, damn you!"
Choking and gagging, the helpless young girl gulped at the come that continued to pump from the head of the animal's rod. She could taste its bitterness on her tongue and smell the dank aroma of it, even as Sam was ramming his cock more violently than ever-before, into her aching anal pit.
The man was on fire with lust now, and knew nothing beyond the powerful desire that was raging in his loins. He powered his meat into her again and again, twisting and turning as he slammed his cock deep into her tiny passage.
Her bum walls burned with the savage force of his attack, and her lithe, slender frame quivered as he pounded his tool into her. Again and again he rammed his cock to the hilt in her asshole, laughing and groaning as his passion reached a fevered pitch in his throbbing groin.
Suddenly the hot come was spurting from his cock as well, and the big man was moaning in delight as he thrust the weapon deeply into her asshole again. He-shuddered wildly, moaning his delight, gasping as he licked her trembling shoulders with his tongue.
"Ahh, baby, coming in your asshole, bitch," he laughed in a thick, tortured voice. "Yeah, ummm, boy, it's good, coming in your asshole, so good!"
As the waves of thick, steaming liquid spurted from his cock and seared the tender inner flesh of her hole, she shuddered with the spasms that roared through the man. She felt the huge horse cock in her mouth subsiding in its tremors, though her lovely oral chamber was still full of its thick, sticky come.
She gagged and fell forward as Sam Farrel finished his climax in her asshole. Her bum tunnel throbbed with pain as he finally pushed her away from him, pulling his aching, still trembling weapon from her poor, damaged pit.
"Now you done it all, bitch," he laughed harshly. "I've fucked you in the ass, you fucked a dog, and sucked a horse! You ain't nothing, now, baby, just a scummy little whore, that's all!"
With that, he turned on his heel and left the barn, slamming the door behind him. She lay on the hay-strewn floor, moaning and gagging, the sickness welling up in her belly as the taste of the horse's seed remained on her tongue.
She lay there, sobbing wildly, feeling more foul and perverted than ever before. She could still feel the presence of his cock in her asshole, and she knew she would never be able to erase the taste of Whirlwind's come from her mouth.
She cried, then, softly and hopelessly, the degradation filling her then, blotting out all thoughts other than the clear fact that she was probably one of the most disgusting human beings on earth.