Chapter 6
Being a pain lover I had few questions as to the popularity of B&D and S&M, but when my master insisted that animals be available at Chattel Castle I had my doubts about the expenses involved in keeping them for I didn't know of the demand for human-animal relations.
I soon learned that they more than paid for their keep. Few days have gone by at the castle when animals are not used and never has a week gone by.
My first encounter came about by a request by a Mr. Terrance Wakefield, an innovator in the auto industry.
He stated in his request form that he was always surrounded my machinery and wanted to get a more personal look at humans and their relationship with animals.
In point of fact, he was willing to pay to force a human female to copulate with a stallion.
And because of my master's foresight Mr. Wakefield was able to choose from several willing slaves when he arrived.
He made an excellent choice in picking Lynn, who worked part time as a dairy maid at the castle.
Marcus, the stallion, had been trained long before his arrival to fuck women, in fact he had been taught a unique technique so a platform wasn't needed to protect the woman.
The morning after his arrival at the castle I was assigned to accompany Mr. Wakefield as his personal gold ribbon.
To a casual observer we appeared to be faking an ambling stroll, but in fact our destination was the livestock area that was to the south side of the inner courtyard.
Lynn had been assigned to milk the cows that morning and she knew the part she was to play.
Getting into the spirit of the castle, Mr. Wakefield asked, "Are you having any labor problems with the serfs in this area?"
"No, none at all. As you can see our serfs are well taken care of here in the domain. They have ample food and can trade for other items with their surplus.
"Over here you can see our dairy farm. Master Thomas is a marvel at training our serfs and we produce the finest cheeses in the country. See over there," pointing to Lynn who was in the process of milking a cow, "how well trained our serfs are. Our animals are well treated and give good quality products."
"Care to watch Lynn as she takes the milk to the churning room and see how our milk and cheeses are made?"
"Yes, that would be very helpful. As you know I am in the process of acquiring a dairy herd too. I would appreciate observing how yours is run. Shall we?"
I'm sure Lynn saw us but she gave no indication of seeing us as she took her wooden bucket of fresh milk to the churning room.
We followed her.
There were seven girls in attendance, each processing the incoming milk, three including Lynn were wearing red ribbons.
Some were making cream, others butter, but most were working on making cheese which we actually did produce.
Lynn emptied her bucket in a collecting vat then made her way to a prepared butter churn and began thumping the plunger up and down, thereby drawing attention to low cut bodice and her swaying bosom.
Mr. Wakefield noticed her displayed breasts but maintained his play-acting as I continued to discuss our processes.
The churning room is made of thick stone that keeps the interior cool, but you would never had guessed it as Lynn made every pretense of sweating so much with her labors that she continually had to wipe the perspiration from her bobbing tits.
Mr. Wakefield was slowly ignoring me and when Lynn managed to expose a breast by her continual wiping, he no longer heard a word I said and I stopped my efforts.
Lynn proceeded to act as if she was entirely alone in the building as a scant few minutes later her other breast became free also.
Mr. Wakefield's attention didn't falter from her swaying, bouncing tits until the enterprising Lynn took things a step farther.
Her hands no longer brought the plunger up and down.
Instead she began to caress it like she would a very pleasing cock.
His eyes followed her every movement.
Still pretending she was alone Lynn stood up, tucked her long skirt into her waist band and straddled the upright plunger and lowered her pussy to it.
Then she again began to churn the butter along with churning herself. The swish-thunk of the rising and falling plunger had Mr. Wakefield's cock standing at attention.
Up and down the handle went. Up to Lynn's churning cunt, down to churn the butter.
Her freely bobbing tits was a masterpiece of arousal as Mr. Wakefield approached her and asked, "Gould you use some assistance?"
Lynn smiled, took his hand and placed it on the wooden plunger as her hands began to remold her upstanding, bobbing breasts.
He kept the same rhythm on the handle that she had used until her moans egged him to faster efforts.
Soon a good eight inches of the handle was entering her as his hand pounded into her cunt as his arm moved faster and faster. And then it happened.
Lynn came and screamed at him to enter her even more.
He complied and before Lynn shuttered to a halt twelve inches of the handle was deeply buried within her seething tunnel.
Slamming the plunger into the churn Mr. Wakefield grabbed Lynn around the waist and flung her to the floor and covered her, his cock leading the way.
Five minutes later he was lying beside her trying to catch his breath as Lynn berated him for coming to fast and lacking the length and breathe to satisfy her.
Naturally the bitch was lying because I know of a fact that she had come an additional two times, but it was all part of the game.
Leaning on an elbow beside her, Mr. Wakefield asked, "Are you saying that I am inadequate?"
"Well, now don't get me wrong, sit It's just that I'm use to men of larger proportions."
"You've nothing to be ashamed of, but being around the animals and robust men as much as I am, I'm use to larger cocks filling my cave."
"Oh? And if I could get you a larger, cock, what would you say?"
"Why, I'd said thank you, of course. But how can you get a larger cock? To my knowledge men come only blessed with one."
"Well just come with me little lady and I'll show you a cock that will make your cave seem small. Interested?"
"Interested? You just lead the way, sir."
Lynn offered him her hand and they walked out of the churning shed.
Somehow Lynn forgot to lower her skirt or to cover her swaying breasts as we made our way to the stables.
Several people stared and a few followed us.
Entering the stables, Mr. Wakefield said, "there is one stipulation that you must agree to before I bring in your large cock."
"Oh? And what is that?"
"I insist that you be bound first. I have offered this cock before and when the wenches saw it they ran."
"The choice is yours. Let me tie you up or you don't get to even see the huge cock. What will it be?"
"Well aren't you the sly one? How am I to know that you'll keep your word if n I allow myself to be tied?"
"You don't. Except for my word that I'll produce the largest cock you have ever seen or dreamed about filling your cunt. So?"
"Oh, all right. What am I to do?"
"Just take your clothes off and stand still while I tie you."
"You promise that this cock of yours will fill me full?"
"If it doesn't, you can't be filled." He gave her an easy smile and Lynn began to undress.
A moment later he was wrapping her in rope.
He started by tying her wrists, looping the other ends of the rope in rings that were embedded in posts that supported the roof of the stable.
Then two more ropes were secured to her ankles.
He told her to lay down on the ground and when she did he called two stable boys over to hold her in the air. At which point Lynn began to protest, but it did her no good and soon she was tied by her wrists and ankle several feet above the straw covered stable floor.
Her warm body was hanging from four posts sunk into the ground that supported the roof of the stable.
She could be accessed from all directions.
A crowd had gathered by the opening of the stable and several had entered and were sitting on available bales of hay and straw.
"Hey, now wait a minute. I've changed me mind. You can just keep this mysterious huge cock and let me go."
"Too bad. I haven't changed my mind."
Turning to the stable master, he said, "Please bring Marcus out. He has another filly for stud."
Lynn, ever the actress, began bewailing her fate and calling him every know name that had ever been invented as an insult.
She twisted her body as much as her bonds would allow, and if I hadn't know her, I would have sworn that she was truly terrified when Marcus was brought in and led between the posts that held her legs up and widely spread.
Marcus' handler brought the huge black stallion between her legs.
"There you go Marcus, another fine filly for you to mount. Wanna take a whiff of her scent, oh boy?"
Thus say he urged Marcus' flaring nose to Lynn's leaking pussy.
Marcus was more than interested in her scent as his huge tongue gave it a long slurpy lick that sent Lynn crashing into orgasm.
"Get that dammmmnnned beast away from me you bastard. Get him away."
"But my dear, he is the owner of the cock I promised you. Can you see it? Marcus finds you very appealing."
"Look, you can see him growing by the second. In a moment his long, wide, slick cock will drop into view. Can't you just feel it growing to enter you cave? Your cave that needs to be filled so badly."
"Look at it, it's starting to drop. He likes your scent. It's making him grow to large proportions."
And sure enough it was.
Marcus took two more healthy licks of Lynn's pulsating pussy and his stallion club was leaving its sheath and straining toward the floor.
Six, ten, then twelve inches slid out of his horsely pouch.
The lights played on the wet sheen as it grew some more as his whinny of excitement could be heard around the castle grounds, as Lynn continued her mock struggle to be free.
"Ye be ready for her, Marcus? Atta boy. Come on and you can have her. Forward boy. That's it. Now UP. UP MARCUS."
All watched in amazement as Marcus did just that.
His forelegs waved in the air. His crushing hooves waving above the now still Lynn.
"Forward Marcus. Step. Step. Atta boy, now down. Easy boy. Easy."
When ordered to step the black stallion had indeed stepped. With his back legs.
Like a trick dog walking on his hind legs Marcus walked forward, his forelegs still waving in the air above Lynn.
One, two, four, then five steps he took. His trainer judged him in place and ordered him to come down.
Marcus brought his front legs down right between Lynn's wide spread, tied arms.
Lynn looked up and could only see the under belly of the stallion that was standing over her.
She didn't move a muscle. It seemed she didn't even breath.
"Atta boy. Ye want the bitch don't ya? Yea, I can tell ye do. So what you a waitin' for? Bring that horse dick ov'n you up and take her. That's it. Plug her good and proper. Atta boy."
His long, twitching, lubricated dick rose to the occasion as it sought out what his tongue had just licked.
"Atta boy."
His handler gave his mighty cock a slight nudge and the end of Marcus' cock found what it was seeking—Lynn's flowing cunt.
The slightly slender head began its entry. . "Oohhh my Goddd ... that- damned beasst is entering me ... aaahhh Godddd ... make him stoppp ... he tooo bigg ... ahhhhh nnoooo ... aahhhhh nnooo ... he'sssss ripping me apart."
In fact it felt like heaven.
But Lynn couldn't say that.
As Marcus' shinny dick eased into Lynn's even more wet pussy, there was absolutely no resistance at all.
Lynn had one of those cunts that was tighter than hell no matter the size of what entered it.
She could take a finger and make it extremely happy or she could stretch to Marcus and more. I had seen her take two fists up her cunt at the same time and five minutes after they were removed make a man with a five incher feel like he was fucking a thin necked bottle.
She shook her tits and brought her nipples back and forth across the velvety hairs of Marcus' barrel chest as she tipped her cunt up for further penetration.
Her audience watched, as inch after inch of Marcus entered her gasping pussy.
The red head was totally within her.
Soon more followed as he whinnied out his lust.
Eight. Ten. Twelve inches of red slid in. Fourteen, then he was totally within her.
It must have felt like a man had shoved his whole fist and arm up her.
But did Lynn object?
Well, yes. But only to maintain the illusion of being forced.
She was loving every damned second and every damned inch. Her words were of protest but her motions were of woman in heat.
I was amazed at the amount of thrusting she managed in her bound position. But lunge toward the cock that was spearing her she did.
Her tits flipped back and forth as she stimulated them on his satin hairs.
And then Marcus became a true stallion.
He was in the bitch below him and he was now ready to take her as his animal instincts demanded.
His huge, silky muscles rippled as he started to withdraw.
Out. Out. Out some more then he slammed back in and I'm not real sure if Lynn's screams were of fake pain or not.
Then Marcus found his stride. Faster and faster his monstrous dick slammed in and out of her and no one had any doubts any more.
Lynn was screaming in avid pleasures.
Marcus sounded like he was screaming too as his feet moved with his every thrust. His hips curled forward and he was out of control.
His only goal was to dump his seed in the warm cavern that he was in.
Lynn wasn't objecting either as he began to swell.
And then it happened. His giant fire hose was spraying her with enough pressure to put out a fire. He shivered. He shook and he pumped in some more.
His horsey cream couldn't be held as it squirted out of her coming cunt as fast as he pumped it in.
Marcus and Lynn seemed to freeze. Only muscles under their skin moved as a steady plop, plop of cream landed on the straw beneath them.
Then finally Lynn jerked.
We all watched as Marcus began to shrink and slide out.
"Nnooooooo. Don't go. Fuck me. Fuck me."
Marcus shook his head as if in denial and his diminished dick hung in the air for a moment before it retreated to its satin sheath and he gave a mighty whinny.
"Atta good boy, Marcus. Ye filled her good and proper ye did. Just take a sec to catch your breath. Atta boy. All right back up a bit. That's it. A bit more."
"Now, Marcus, UP. Up boy. That's it. Now back. BACK. Good boy. Down Marcus. Atta boy. Come on boy, you desire a hearty meal after that. Come on boy. Atta boy. Let's go."
The trainer lead the satisfied stallion out from between the posts and headed him toward his stall.
"Well, was that cock big enough for you, bitch?" Mr. Wakefield asked as he stood to her side and began to smear Marcus' juices over her still twitching cunt and mound.
"Or was it too big? Ready to settle for my smaller cock now. Or are you so stretched that a sword could be shoved up you without even touching your damned cave walls?"
"Fuck mmee ... pleassse oh God ... fuccckkk meeee."
"I'd get lost in there."
"Pleassssee ... fuccckkk mmmeee."
"Aaahh ssshitt. Why not?"
Mr. Wakefield walked between her legs and his very stiff cock played with the deposited cream between Lynn's legs.
"Pleassssee ... fuccckkk mmmeee noowwww."
Mr. Wakefield could see her clit still twitching up and down with delight as he slid his cock into the come soaked pussy.
"Damn. You're tight."
He slammed in and few had any doubts that Lynn's slick walls were anything but tight. "You gottt a drawstring on thattt cunt ooooffff yourssss? Damnnn ... aahhhh yea squeezzzee mmmeee ... aaaahhhh ssshittt."
Unfortunately Mr. Wakefield didn't last all that long and Lynn was anything but satisfied or wanting to stop.
But that matter was solved as three men lined up between her legs to see to her needs.
When she was finally released she was very content. Sore, but pleased as she took the rest of the day off to relax.
That evening I saw her take on six more men as they cavorted in the hay strewn floor of the stable when I went to check on another matter.
Lynn had a secured future here at Chattel Castle.