Chapter 10
"Don't! I'll do anything, just don't let him do anything to me," Bronson wailed, bucking forward, then spinning around and landing square on his fat ass. Jack growled, stopping several feet in front of the whimpering fat man and turning his head up toward Al and Chet for further instructions.
"Hey, you've got a farm, or something, right?" Bronson nodded. "Live there alone?"
"My wife died three years ago. Just me and the housekeeper. But she's not there now," Bronson said, sensing there was a way out of his predicament and that it depended on how secluded his farm was.
"Got dogs?" Al asked, his lips curling up in a smile. Involuntarily he turned slightly and looked at both Tina and Linda. The blonde felt her skin crawl. It was bad enough to be degraded and fouled by these two strangers. But to have Bronson involved as well? It was almost too much for Linda's tattered pride to bear.
"One or two. Not very good ones, though," he said with disappointment in his voice.
"Anything else?" Al asked, sucking in his lower lip thoughtfully. "Like a horse, donkey?"
"Got a young pony, though he's not really mine. Old man Granger gave him to me to keep while he's over in Boston checking out some property in town," Bronson said more easily. He was beginning to feel more a part of the conspiracy rather than a victim of it.
"Get dressed, old man. We'll save your ass for somethin' else. Come on, girls, we're goin' for a ride," Al said, opening the door while Chet kicked their ripped clothing across the floor toward them.
They dressed quickly, neither girl saying a word though they exchanged glances and silently wondered what new horror had been planned for them.
Leaving the shed, Linda tilted back her head and stared at the sky overhead. The clouds had gone away, leaving a brilliant sky filled with twinkling stars and a bright half moon. How peaceful and beautiful it was. Linda could hardly believe she was trapped in this horrible situation.
They all piled into the double seated pick up, Linda and Al in the front, Chet, Tina and Bronson squeezed into the back seat. The gun was drawn and pointed at Tina's head who sat in her light, torn clothing shivering from both cold and terror.
They bumped over the narrow road, passing Tina's car, then further down the avenue passing Bronson's. Once on the main road they moved quickly, passing few cars.
Linda watched the familiar landscape pass by, homes, trees and hills she'd played among while a child. Now they were witness to a different kind of play involving her. The sense of lost innocence and shame drove her to tears and she wept silently as they drove on to Bronson's.
In twenty minutes they were parked in front of the small one-story wood frame farmhouse. There was nothing especially different about this land. Bronson's tiny farm looked like so many other quaint New England rural residences-a white home on one end of land, and a small red barn facing it.
"The pony?" Al asked.
Bronson nodded toward the barn. With a wave of the gun, Chet indicated the direction he wanted the girls to take.
Linda and Tina picked their way carefully in the dark toward the large building that loomed like a mountain of doom in the semi-darkness. Neither had had a chance to put on their shoes when leaving the shed.
When Bronson opened the large double doors and stepped in, Tina and Linda followed. Almost immediately the young blonde teenager thought it was strange that there weren't the usual barn smells. No animals-nothing except a faint rustling at one end of the barn.
"He's over there," Bronson said, about to step out to get the horse.
"Easy, fatso," Chet said, turning around and pointing the gun at the girls. "Come on, off with the duds."
Linda and Tina stripped obediently, shedding their clothing, then folding their arms tightly across their titties to protect themselves as best they could from the cold.
"Okay," Al said, following Bronson to the dark end of the barn. Linda and Tina stood there, shivering in the darkness. The young blonde had an idea of what was going to happen. She had heard of how young women were forced to have sex with horses or donkeys in Mexican bars for the tourists. But her and Tina? They'd been degraded by having committed nearly every twisted sexual act with both men, then with one another, and finally with the dog.
The dog! How horrible it all seemed now. Linda thought of Jack still back at the cabin, sleeping peacefully, wondering probably if his masters were going to bring back new meat for his huge cock.
"There he is," Chet said, turning and looking at the horse. And horse it was. What Bronson's idea of a pony was turned out to be a nearly full grown adult plow horse. His muscles rippled under every step he took. Linda looked admiringly at the shiny black flesh and how it seemed to shiver with every movement the animal made.
"Good. We'll try the small one first," Al said, motioning for Chet to take action. Tina cried out, her face twisted with fear while both men took her arms and grabbed her hard by the wrists. Screaming, Tina was dragged to the animal's big head. She threw her head back and forth, tears streaming down her flushed face while her feet kicked and tried to dig into the soft dirt of the barn.
The big horse reared back several steps, his large brown eyes rolling around in his head while his black nostrils quivered with surprise.
"There, boy, there," Al said comfortingly, turning to Bronson and warning him to keep an eye on Linda.
"No trouble there," he said, reaching down and trying to touch her cunny. No matter what she'd been through, Linda couldn't let him do anything to her. Slapping his hand away, the girl whispered that she was Al's special girl and if he touched her, he'd have to answer to the blond personally.
That was enough to silence the cowardly Bronson for a few minutes. Stepping behind the girl, he confined himself to watching the young blonde's well-formed asscheeks quivering in the cold, and stroking his hard prick that pressed like a tent pole under his trousers.
"Oh don't, don't do this to me!" the girl shrieked in a strangled, high-pitched cry. But Al and Chet held her tightly, forcing her titties against the animal's mouth. Peeling back his rubbery black lips the large animal let out a snort, then dropped his long pink tongue from his mouth and licked the girl's upper titties and face.
"Oh my God!" Linda whispered in horror, realizing fully what they were going to do. She watched as Al and Chet dragged Tina around the animal's side, stroking the big horse all the while and talking softly while the girl fought and shrieked.
"Shut up," Al shouted, striking the young brunette hard across the face. Tina let out a yelp, then fell silent. The two men dragged her behind the horse, avoiding his swishing black tail and trying to calm him down. The nervous whinnying and snorting filled the silent barn as little tufts of dirt floated upward from the dirt floor while the horse moved back and forth.
Finally the animal grew quiet. Al took Tina's right hand and forced it against the big horse's hanging dick. The animal snorted, but this time did nothing. The girl cried, feeling the warm leathery skin brush against her wrist. Then they made her open her fingers and grip the hanging funnel-like object, milking it up and down until it began to thicken and grow stiffer under the girl's jacking-off motions.
"Gonna feel good and thick in your cunny, baby," Al said.
Tina cried more, though she didn't dare do anything to upset the men. When the animal's shiny black cockhead finally slipped out of the wrinkled, tough sheath, Al and Chet pushed the girl down, twisted her around, then yanked back on her hair until her mouth shot open. What Linda saw next she'd remember the rest of her life. They pushed Tina's face onto the animal's prong, forcing the young girl to suck off the pony.
"Oh my God!" Linda moaned, holding her belly tightly with both hands while Bronson looked on gleefully. Tina let out strangled cries and retched. But Chet and Al held onto her, pushing her head higher and higher, impaling her mouth onto the thick, black horse's cock until they could see a swelling appear halfway down her throat.
"Suck, baby, suck," Al said between his teeth, visibly growing excited over what was happening to the young brunette. Tina's knees scraped painfully across the hay-strewn dirt floor. Her titties bounced and jiggled from the force of the men while her cheeks puffed out more and more. She thought her jaw was broken. Certainly it felt dislocated. But more than that was the concept of her mouth being violated by a horse's dick! She could smell the stale piss and shit reeking from the animal's hanging, coconut-shaped balls. His smooth belly heaved up and just above her, while his hoofs pranced inches from her knees.
"Suck, baby, suck," Chet whispered, jerking her head back and forth. Tina's lips peeled back until they split in the middle. In and out, in and out the horse's prong slid, banging against her tonsils, filling her mouth with leaking jizz. Linda watched in horror as her friend's fingers fought to keep more of the dickmeat out of her throat. But Al and Chet kept feeding more and more of the dickmeat into her mouth until the young blonde was sure her friend would choke to death on all that prickmeat.
"Okay, baby. That was just a warm-up," Al said, pulling the girl off the horse's whanger. The big animal twisted his handsome head around and wondered why that good feeling had disappeared. Tina was choking, her eyes tearing from the effort of sucking that big animal's dick while drool and leaking jizz spilled freely from her stretched mouth. She was fainting, passing in and out of semi-consciousness when they dumped her on a pile of hay, then turned on Linda.
"Let me go," the blonde cried, thinking they were going to do the same thing to her as they did to Tina. But little did the young girl realize what they had in store for her.
Dragging the reluctant teenager up to the horse, Al and Chet shoved her titties in the animal's face, watching her twist and writhe in disgust while the horse lapped at her throat, face and tits. His rough, sandy tongue lapped down at her nipples, forcing her big boobs up nearly to her throat, then letting them flop down her chest again.
Then the full horror began. Dragging her around to the horse's ass, Chet and Al shoved her under the powerful hindquarters, twisting her around until she was sitting on her ass, facing the hanging stiff black dick. But then something new was added. Both men slipped their powerful hands under her ass and pushed her up until the girl's titties and belly nearly touched the horse's stomach. She could feel them spreading her legs, feel someone stretching her cuntlips apart. And then they tilted her upward, sliding the girl slightly backward. Linda could feel a smooth, hot ball-like object pressing against her stretched outer labes. She knew then they were going to force her to fuck the horse!
"NO! NOOOOO! I WONT!" Linda shrieked, clawing, twisting, writhing. But it was too late. Chet and Al were far too strong for her. Sliding her up, taking advantage of the horse's excitement, they impaled her delicate pussy onto the animal's dick.
"NOOO!" Linda cried again, her screams echoing through the deserted barn. She could feel her cuntal walls stretching painfully, almost tearing at the massive amount of prong-meat slipping into her. She threw her head from side to side, her blonde hair whipping across her throat and titties. Sweat dripped down from her forehead and out from under her arms. Her belly cramped, while her legs kicked out, trying to break free of the tight hold Chet and Al had.
But it was useless. More and more of the horse's prick jammed into her pussy, stretching the tender pink walls with its black, throbbing animal meat. Linda could feel the thick black head drilling down through her snatch, coming closer and closer to her womb. The horrible smells of the animal's under body filled her nostrils. She could hear the big horse snorting, whinnying, stomping all around her. The dick seemed to be swelling like some kind of strange balloon inside her, threatening to blow her body to pieces. She sucked in lungfuls of air, fighting to keep conscious as the hard, leathery sheath rubbed her cuntlips raw. The pain raked across her crotch, growing sharper and sharper as the large cock stiffened and drilled mercilessly into her hole.
In the background she could hear Tina screaming. Opening her eyes for the last time that night she saw Bronson slithering on top of her, sticking his stubby, wormy dick into the brunette's cunt while kissing her hard on the throat and titties.
"Oh my God!" Linda cried, feeling the familiar throbbing of a dick about to explode with hot jizz. The blonde pushed back with her hands. But it was too late. She could feel something hot and wet jetting into her cunny, filling it with animal jizz. The thought of that big animal drilling his cock into her cunt, reaming out her pussy with its stiff black cock sheath, then dumping spunk into her snatch drove the girl over the edge. With a piercing shriek, Linda stiffened her body, twitched violently, then passed out. The rest of the cumming of the big horse was something Linda blessedly was ignorant of.
"You feeling better, honey?"
"Alright, mom," Linda said, stopping on the stairway of her parents' home and running her fingers through her fine blonde hair.. She gathered her blue flannel robe tightly around her waist, then continued down the stairs to the living room. Her mother was silently crocheting something white in her lap. It was early evening, and the news was droning on in the television.
"Why don't you sit next to me?" the attractive older woman asked, patting the cushion next to her.
Linda smiled and nodded, sitting down quietly and wondering if her mother would be so kind if she knew what had happened that night. Somehow Al and Chet and Bronson had dressed the girls after the horrible rape in Bronson's barn that night, dumping them into Tina's car and pushing them out onto the road. Regaining consciousness later, both girls sobbed together, nearly insane with horror and shame, but both vowing never to discuss with anyone-including one another-what happened.
Choosing between the truth and a desperate lie, both women chose the latter, each telling her parents they'd both been raped by hitchhikers they'd picked up along the road, Tina admitting she'd gone out without her father's permission to pick up Linda from work after the blonde couldn't start the car. Horrified, the parents were at least spared the real horror if the truth were known. Somehow Linda had managed to keep the doctor quiet when he looked curiously at the sperm smear he took at the hospital, then looked at Linda. "Look at that," the older woman said, leaning forward and turning the volume on higher.
"Two men were arrested today in downtown Boston for attempted rape."
Linda felt herself sinking into the floor when pictures of Chet and Al flashed onto the tube.
"Maybe you shouldn't watch this," the older woman said sympathetically.
"I'm fine," Linda managed to say, feeling her stomach turn over. She watched silently as the police on television roughly handled the two men into a paddy wagon. They'd been seen trying to rape two college girls at night on the Boston Commons.
"Well, I'm glad animals like that are under control."
Linda said nothing, her mind turning back to the events of that horrible evening. Would she ever be able to look at herself again, knowing full well what part she had played in her own humiliation? The vision of Al and Chet played in her mind. Even on television, arrested as they were, they looked defiant and unrepentant. No, she was sure they would try their act again. The young blonde teenager felt her fingers curl tightly into a fist. If only she and Tina could get back at them. But it was useless. Linda sighed and fell back against the couch, watching her mother crochet contentedly, knowing nothing of what happened to her daughter.