Chapter 2

A BRUTE IN THE STABLES

My sister, Trudy, was a very successful show-jumper. Trudy loved horses, and she had married a man who owned a considerable stable of them. Most of the horses were hunting hacks, but there were a few jumpers, and also there were two very beautiful race-horses who were, of course, the pride of the stable. Both won a lot of money, and Trudy loved them more than anything else in the world. I think she loved them more than she loved her own husband.

Anyway, my parents being away so much, I was always going over to the stables and helping groom the horses. There was a lot of excitement in the air when a race was due and one of our horses running. Everyone who cared about the thing would go to the track to see how our horses did. I did not always go, as it seemed to me to be a waste of time. Often, I just hung about the stables and listened to the races on the radio.

There was another person who never went to the races, and this was Thomas. Thomas was a vast man about six and a half feet tall, and very slow, with small beady eyes. He was a bit simple, really, and people treated him like a child. He had worked at the stables all of his life, and he was also a stud-groom, who attended to the breeding of mares with the stallions. He had a special bucket of lubrication, and would stand right by the mares rump, and steer the stallion's great cock into the mare's cunt. All the time he would be sloshing plenty of white lubrication onto the cock, so that the mare enjoyed the fucking. It was a dangerous job, as once in a while a mare was not in the mood to accept the stallion. In this case, the mare was likely to lash out with both her hind legs. Thomas had been severely kicked like that several times. But he always returned to the job, for he seemed to get some special kind of sexual kick out of getting the mare lined by that great stallion's cock.

I had watched the process many times, and Thomas's skill with a stallion's cock was very fascinating to see. He also quieted down a mare so that, mostly, he was not kicked by them. Thomas was of huge size and strength, and he could clean a stable out quicker than any machine ever invented. As I said, he was rather simple, and very useful, and little by little, one just got used to seeing him around all the time. I would have hardly noticed Thomas, had it not been for his special stud-grooming services. Sexually, these were very exciting, and Thomas was part of all of that. I had always thought Thomas a very odd kind of person, but I never felt he was dangerous. In fact, the idea of his lusting after me just simply never entered my head. Not until it was far too late.

One summer day I came drifting into the stables, idle and free. I had lost my latest boyfriend, for he had gone down to the South of France. In September, I was going up to university, and I was feeling happy about everything. The stables were deserted, as it was the day of a big race. And, in fact, we had both race horses entered. I felt that I had the whole place to myself. I was so used to the stables that I automatically walked along seeing that there was water and feed in every box, and that the place was clean. Not that it was ever dirty, as there were so many willing workers, and Thomas loved to clear any rubbish out.

I went over to my sister's house near the stable yard entrance and had some coffee, then came back and idly walked about again. I do not like to ride, as it makes me too hot. Perhaps that is why so many girls love riding, for the sexual thrills it brings to them by being bumped up and down on a saddle and having their fannies punished that way. I got too hot, and wet, and I preferred to save my passion for my man, or boyfriend of the moment.

It was hot when I came into one stable, the end of which opened into the hay-barn. I looked about, then slipped off my blouse, so I was only in my lacy bra. It was a lot cooler, and there was no one around, so I felt better and sat down to look at the sunshine outside. Then I heard this strange, groaning, grunting noise. It was so strange it frightened me, at first. I got up and stepped towards the door. If I had had a brain in my head I would have left and not gone back to investigate the noise. As it was, there seemed to be something, well, slightly sexual about the sound. It had a sexual rhythm. I went slowly back and peered into the hayloft, but could see nothing.

"Hello! Is there anyone here?" I called, unwisely.

There was no reply, and I glanced about. Then, as I turned round, I got one of the shocks of my life! Standing before me was Thomas! But he had his trousers opened and his cock was a massive red pole sticking right out in front of him. His eyes were glazed, his body was stiff, and his hands were out as if to grab at me.

"Thomas, Thomas, this is Diana!" I shouted at him, backing away slowly as I did so. "Thomas, you know me!"

He stepped forward, after me, pace by pace. His cock swayed like a red blunt lance before him as he advanced. His small piggy eyes were on me. I could feel a certain hysteria growing inside me. I knew I would start screaming in a moment. Thomas moved in the oddest way. I seem to be able to recall every particle of that scene as if it were etched with acid into my subconscious for ever and ever. That stiff, aware, zombie walk. As if something was driving his body forward step by step, after me! I was terror frozen; my voice went up to a thin shriek.

"Thomas! Thomas, it's Diana!" I ended in a high, shrill whisper. But I did manage to back away, going further into the large, gloomy hayroom. Here, shafts of sunlight cut down through the silent dusty air. But I could not take my eyes from staring at Thomas, for he was coming after ma in a weird, jerky walk. It was slowly paralyzing me with fear. That red staff, that huge cock of his, was all I seemed to be able to see. The advancing figure of burning rape was so terrorizing me, I felt myself getting weaker and weaker.

"Thomas, Thomas, this is Diana, and you must, must leave me alone. You must let me go out of here. You must leave me alone. I'll not tell them, Thomas. I promise! I won't say a word to anyone about this, but you must let me go now. Please. Thomas! You must let me go."

Thomas seemed to be clawing at his belly. His shirt fluttered wide open. His trousers were clawed back, wide too. I could see his red balls hanging below the quivering staff of his huge cock. It seemed he was wet, for the cock glistened as he stepped into a shaft of sunlight. I was hypnotized by it all. I could not believe it was happening to me! I was suddenly frightened for my life. He would seize me, rape me, and strangle me. I knew it! I was scared half to death. I felt certain he would kill me, either with those great hands of his, or with that huge rigid cock. Desperate, I glanced about. There was no escape. I had backed right into the blind alley of the hay shed. Somehow I had to deal with him.

"Thomas, I shall be nice to you. Thomas, I want you to love me." I stood quivering with fear.

Thomas paused in the shaft of sunlight, his piggy eyes blinking and blinking. One of his large hands clasped about the length of his cock, holding it out. And a wet grin was across his idiotic face. He was showing me what he had.

"That's good, Thomas, I can see how big it is! Yes I can see what a big man you are. Nice Thomas, I want you to enjoy it all. I want to let you love me, nice Thomas. What a wonderful great cock you have. I can-yes, I can kiss it for you." I swallowed hard as I said this. The idea revolted me, but I had to appease this lumbering rapine oaf some way, or else he would crudely rape and kill me. That I was certain of!

His shadow was a great black shape. Somehow the sunlight made the shadow even more phallic. He seemed to be holding a great rod of a thing that wobbled up and down. A crazy shadow in this crazy moment. I almost wet myself with fright at the sight of that shadow. It again brought the terror into me. When I looked up at Thomas he was a few feet away, staring at me, his arms wide and ready to grab me. I knew if I rushed, he would snap my neck like a twig. I had seen him kill a dog with a piece of wood. I knew the brute in the stables well enough! What a fool I had been to have so gaily walked into this nightmare. It was my own stupid fault! I dropped to my knees and held up my hands.

"Come along, Thomas." My voice quavered, but it reassured me to even hear it. "Come along and let me please you."

Thomas seemed even larger from the place I was kneeling. His cock slowly advanced closer and closer, and he held his brutish hands out to claw at me at any moment.

"Gently, Thomas, and you will be pleased!" I shouted it loudly at him, making him blink and stop.

"Urrgh! Errugh!" Thomas nodded, saliva dribbling from his mouth. One of his paws held his cock out.

Closing my eyes, I bent forward and felt the huge piece of flesh. I tried thinking of Colin, or of a great ice-cream. I opened my mouth and pressed with my tongue; at the same time my hands held about his staff, and my fingers tickled his balls. Like a clamp, one of his hands came down onto the back of my head, almost making me choke. But my tongue was revolving quickly, and I knew the point where Thomas was weakest, so I gnawed suddenly and my whole mouth seemed wide open, filled with his helmet.

"Aaah! Errughh! Oooaaah!" Thomas was crooning. "Eeeyahh! Uggh! Ooooaaah!" His voice was not threatening now. This gave me a sudden hope, and I worked my mouth furiously about, gnawing, nipping, and sucking. I knew no man could hold against this for very long. Thomas was already quivering and shaking from side to side. I opened my eyes and looked up at the great body before me. His hair was a black bush, and his head was right back as he swayed in the pleasures I was giving him. I bit quite hard, but Thomas was crooning away and hardly seemed to do more than give another crude, animal gurgle.

"Errugh! Oh, wonner, wonnerful. Oooh Good, goood!" He was at least speaking words now.

Suddenly his great hand pushed me back. I tumbled over onto the straw. Looking quickly about I saw Thomas standing there. His cock was spurting his sperm out. It went in three great jerks, streaming into the sunlight, glistening like a silver arc from the tip of his pulsating cock.

"See-ahahaha! See, come, see, come! Aahaha! A job, eerh. A job, see. Aahah!" Thomas suddenly moved.

Before I could scramble free he was on me. He picked me up, and laughed as he dragged me further into the straw. Here he had a bucket, full of the stallion's lubrication he used when studding a mare. He flung me down on the straw, grinned, and pawed up some of the white gizz, smearing it over his still stiff cock.

"Fuck, ehh, yea, fuck, uuurggh!" His piggy eyes glistened insanely. "You better than yer sister, erahh. Aahaha!" He suddenly reached down and ripped all of my clothes off. In one move he was kneeling in the straw and pulling me onto his huge cock. "Better than 'er, errrh. I fucks 'er. Many times I fucks 'er. Errh. Uggh. She got it hot. Loves it hot. Up the arse too. Fuck up the arse, Trudy does."

The shock of what the brute in the stables was saying made me go all limp! This-with my own sister. I stared at him, and gave a light scream. "Trudy?" I stared wildly at him. "Ahhah, her man no good. I fucks her. Loves my cock. I want you, I does, I wants you. I fucks you. You suck good. Take it up the arse like Trudy do, eh, eh aaah!" He had his claws under my knees and drew me up to him. I was suddenly rammed by the largest cock I had ever been touched by. It was at least two inches thick, and he drove it into my body fiercely.

Lying back, I writhed in agony. It was splitting me. I could have screamed and screamed. But he was splitting me wide open. I knew it as he lunged right in and the pressure of his cock came right up to my throat as if to choke me. Trudy, my sister, took this? I was half stunned, still! And that thought saved me from going insane as he drove in and raped me in a brutish, harsh, and floundering way. I was sprayed with straw chaff. I was half choked by his weight. The agony of that huge cock seemed to be tearing my body wider than ever it could possibly go. And each time he stroked it, the jolt of the top of the cock striking the end of my vagina made my head flick right back. It was a horse that was fucking me. I knew it. He was going at me as if he was a stallion. Even as I thought this, he scooped up more of the white lubrication and slapped it down between our surging bodies.

"I fuck good! I fuck good. I fuck good. Trudy like me fuck." He was babbling away like the idiot he was. A hulk of a man with the brain of a four year old child, if that! "I fuck good. Trudy say so. We fuck always here. I want to fuck you many time. Now I fuck you good." The idiot babbled on and on.

I think I must have fainted from the pain. For, the next thing I knew was that Thomas had given several animal grunts and had collapsed in a heap beside me on the straw. His whole being reeked of sweat. I lay there, numb from my waist down. I was certain he had torn me apart. My legs tingled as circulation very slowly came back into them. I sat up and my body ached all over. I was a mess. A heavy snore came from the exhausted animal beside me. I crawled from him, carefully at first. Then, getting to my feet, I staggered across the hay-barn, out into the stables. I sobbed for breath as I went.

Reaching the open area, I was surprised to see such a beautiful, brilliantly sunlit day. It had not seemed possible all the outside world could be going on as usual while I was being raped by that brute in the stables. I clutched my dress about me, and got to my small car. All the way home I drove, quivering with shock and fear. It was a bath and medication I needed. I felt sick, and old, and useless. But soaking in a hot medical bath, in the silence of our empty home, I gradually felt better. I crawled into my bed, and slept exhausted. I awoke twice, in terror, but each time everything was quiet and still. It was two days before I came out into the world again.

My doctor sent me to see a specialist who did a small surgery on me. He advised me to be careful, and certainly not to have any intercourse for several weeks at least. My doctor also wanted to send me to a psychiatrist, to draw out what had happened. I had had enough. I knew what had happened well enough. My sweet, horse-riding champion elder sister had a semi-idiot stud of her own in her stables. I knew it well enough; that was for certain! I felt a wild rage at her and her ox-man! In a way, Trudy had laid the trap for me. I bet she already knew Thomas had raped me. I was sickened and yet enraged. I was determined to get my vengeance, on both of them.

Trudy spoke to me several times on the telephone. There was a new, curious note in her voice. This was what told me she knew. I did not make a single mention of it, even when Trudy steered the conversation directly around to what a marvelous worker, and a huge man, her Thomas was. I knew what she was talking about. The sweet sister of mine must be cock crazy to allow a brute like that to ravish her, and regularly too. What Colin said about horse-riding women was true. They get so great a pounding on their buttocks, they need a crude brute like Thomas around just to satisfy them. From that moment on, I could never meet any horsey types without a feeling of utter revulsion for them. It had always been within me, this dislike of that type, but now it was crystal clear to me, and I had a jolly good reason for my hatred of them.

Trudy mentioned that her husband was taking one of the race horses off to Hastings for the week, and that she would be on her own. It was kind of an invitation to come over and stay with her. But this time I declined. The thought of going near the stables, and Thomas, made a chill crawl right up my spine. Then I had second thoughts.

Yes, I would go over, but on Sunday. I told Trudy that, and it would leave her several days with just her and her sweet, innocent, idiot rapist Thomas, to enjoy each other's company. I was certain she never let that smelly brute into the house. He would soil all the bed linen with his smell of horse-dung and stallion cock lubricant. Her husband might be under-sexed and horseblind, but even he would smell that Thomas had been in their bed. No, Trudy would go with Thomas in the stables, probably even in the hay shed. Perhaps on that very spot where he had thrust that filthy large thing into me. I felt my whole gut simply contract with the memory of that agonizing moment. It was enough to put a girl off men for life. I knew that I would have to fight that emotion. A rape is no joke. I would have to find some great emotional balance in order to be able to fight what had happened to me. I did not wish to turn into some lesbian bastard character. Hell, that was easy enough to do, after the coarse fucking that brute in the stables had given me. Enough to make a girl scream from the very slightest touch of a man's finger, let alone ever let him make love to her again.

First, I would have to find some answer to my emotional upset. I would have to see if I could cohabit with men ever again. That was important. Yet, the thought of living with a man permanently, or of ever marrying a man, was disgusting to me in the extreme. I was fighting something I almost could not control. But I have always been a girl with a very strong will power. I would revenge myself on sweet Trudy, and hulking Thomas. Then I would see about getting myself into some kind of condition in order to be able to face life again.

Looking back to that time, I feel sure I was acting completely irrationally. I would not have behaved the way I did had I not had such a great shock at the moment of the rape! But in many ways I also blamed Trudy. I felt certain she knew. I also felt certain she might have told him to rape me-not necessarily rape me, but to make love to me. Trudy might have thought it a joke, or as some kind of shock I needed. I knew she was always jealous of me. I was prettier, chased after, easier going. Trudy hated me enough to do something like that. But I feel certain she never expected Thomas to be in such a condition of heat as to actually rape me the way he did. But I had then a hatred of Trudy which was only equalled by my hatred of the brute himself.

I began plotting my revenge on the pair of them with great deliberation. At first it made me feel sick even to contemplate. But the idea burned and burned in me. I would catch them both together, and deal with them both at the same time. I was ice-cold in anger about it all. But my determination was pretty close to an insanity. Looking back, I see I was very nearly mad from that rape. There is no other way of accounting for what I did to the pair.

It was in the evening of a bright summer day. All the stable staff went home at six o'clock, leaving Thomas alone. Trudy was also there, in her chintzy house. I figured out that she would most likely bring Thomas his evening meal down in the stables, and stay for some coarse fornication afterwards. My sister was broad-hipped, not ugly, but not pretty either, just a typical show-horse woman. Why she had chosen to marry a dried up man twenty-five years her senior I could not guess. But the thought of her and Thomas in sexual liaison had never occurred to me. It was impossible, to my way of thinking. All I could find as an excuse was that perhaps Trudy had spent all of her life among animals, and she accepted Thomas as part of her known world.

I waited in my car behind the stables. Thomas had finished his daily cleaning route. He lived in the end stable, the one right next door to the hay-loft. He seemed to prefer to have his meals, and rest, and raping activities in the larger haystore. Through a gap, unseen, I watched Thomas amble slowly into the hay-store, leaving the top door open. I would not have to wait long now!

Trudy came a few minutes later. She was carrying a supper pail, and over her other arm she seemed to have some kind of a house-coat.

"Thomas, supper, my lad," she called in-her manly voice.

His gross, mumbling tones echoed back. Trudy swung into the hay-shed entrance, out of my sight.

I moved from my small car, going quickly right around the stables. I knew where there was a way in, high up, and by going through the loft, I could get into the top of the hay-store and see all that was going on down beneath me. I had to be quick, and as quiet as possible. I brought my equipment with me.

In a way it was insanely, breathlessly exciting. I was feeling hot and ice-cold, all at the same time. It was a traumatic place for me, and I had to keep fighting the instinct I had to turn and flee the spot forever. But I was determined, and I knew that I would never be able to forgive myself if I did not go through with what I had planned. So I found it all intensely exciting, and I really would not have missed it for the world!

"Here you are, my lad, eat it all up. Plenty of it." Trudy was half-shouting at her moronic lover. He looked up at her with piggy eyes and was already slobbering the food down his great throat. "Got to keep you good and strong, my boy. Challais did well, winning last week, but I think we can get better time out of him yet. He's nervous and needs a lot of petting, good horse." Trudy stood not far from where Thomas was eating. He sat on an upturned feed box, and was ignoring her, as if she was the servant and he was the master. I could see from my high vantage point that Thomas had a faint contempt for my sister. It astonished me again. This slow-witted, over-blown brute was nothing. He could not even ride a horse. Yet here was my sister fussing about, and preparing herself for something strange.

Trudy went across to the side of the hay-shed and unbuttoned her blouse. She wore no bras, so her large melon breasts popped out fully, swaying as she bent to strip down her riding breeches. She got herself naked from the waist down, then turned and swayed slowly over to where Thomas sat devouring the entire contents of the food bucket.

"I am ready for you, Thomas."

"Erruggh!" was his full-mouthed reply. Thomas ignored her as he stuffed the last of the food into his mouth.

"I shall put our special coat on," Trudy told him. "You always like me to be in that."

My sister took off her opened white blouse and walked naked to the bundle of clothes she had brought with her. Now she put on her housecoat. It was red, and seemed to have been torn and stained a few times. The housecoat wrapped about her completely, leaving only her naked feet showing beneath the hem. Trudy tossed her hair free of the collar; then she slowly pranced about in the hay-shed as if trying to imitate a horse.

Slowly, Thomas finished eating. He' drank from a metal cup, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. The air in the shed seemed to have suddenly become very hot. It was spicy with a scent of hay, and a strange scent of sexual heat. I could understand why these two coarse lovers kept their rustic, rapine trysts here. The place reeked of copulation! Thomas stood up and scratched his belly. He slowly walked over to where my sister was waiting for him.

"Oh, Thomas!" Trudy half-screamed, half-shouted. He had grabbed her by the hair and dragged her over. His hands were pawing the red cloth, grabbing through it, lifting her up bodily and playing with her as if she were a girl doll.

Suddenly, he half-dragged her over to the straw and flung her down. As Trudy sobbed for breath, Thomas took off his clothes in a series of fumbling movements. That immense red cock was sticking out once again. I shuddered, felt myself going moist at the sight of that bizarre object. Thomas pushed his cock forward, then leaned over and dragged Trudy to face his monstrous weapon, holding her again by her hair.

"You suck! Errgh." He bawled at her.

"No, no, it makes me sick," Trudy screamed. "Where did you get such a filthy idea, Thomas?"

"You suck, or fuck," Thomas chuckled. His belly heaving in and out made his penis sway like a stiff rod in a wind.

Trudy fought against him. I was surprised the way she stood up and wrestled against his giant arm. But there was a tearing sound as the red housecoat got torn again. Half naked now, Trudy slapped furiously at his face.

"You did it to my sister." Trudy suddenly screamed.

"She-she suck good. She suck me good!" Thomas protested mildly as he warded off the feeble slaps my sister was aiming at him. Then he suddenly grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back. His other hand ripped open the housecoat and his slobbering mouth was suckling her nipples. He slurped and licked and pulled her higher and higher, lifting her right off her feet, burying his face between those enormous wobbling breasts.

"You're hurting me. Stop it! Stop it, Thomas.

You're hurting me. No biting, not a bite. Aaaah." My sister locked her naked legs about the sweating giant. She dug her hands into his hair and clawed away furiously. "Stop it, you will bite them off! Aaah. You swine. You'll make them bleed again." She wrenched at his idiot's head with all of her strength.

Then Thomas let her drop, suddenly. Trudy fell back, right onto the straw, her legs wide open showing a wet gash between her legs that seemed almost to be smoking with heat. Trudy spun off the straw before her idiot lover could grab her. She laughed and leaped about him, the ends of her red housecoat dragging behind her.

"You filthy bastard! You girl raper. You fucked her! Didn't you? You fucked Diana!" Trudy screamed at him. "Admit it, admit you forced her. I know you did because you had no strength left for me! You unfaithful swine, you! You dirty, unfaithful brute. After all I've given you, you give it to that bitch! I hate you, you idiot fool!"

"She suck good. She suck me urrrgh!" Thomas was waving his great cock at her in an invitation.

"Filthy, filthy great brute." Trudy grabbed hold of a stable broom and swung at Thomas. It cracked him on the arm, but at the second sweep he grasped the end. Instantly he pulled Trudy to him.

"Let me go. Let me go you unfaithful bastard!" Trudy shrieked and slapped and strug gled. "Don't you touch me. Don't you put that filthy thing into me."

As they fought, Thomas picked her up. Trudy opened her legs again to lock them about Thomas-or to kick him. But, suddenly, Thomas thrust her down, at the same time planting one hand on her buttocks. Trudy was impaled right onto the great cock. It seared into her. The whole shaft simply slurping right into her writhing, descending body, as Thomas brought her to him and onto his wrist-thick cock.

"Aaaah, oggh? Oh, my God! Oh, oh, my God! Aaaaah! My God!" Her voice shrieked as she was impaled. Trudy simply seemed to fall to pieces the moment he entered her.

"Urrgh, urggh urggh!" Thomas was swaying her back and forth, his cock slurping a foot into her plump body. "Uurgh, urrgh, urrgh!" His animalistic grunts accompanied the sweating, swaying surging of that cock in her wet cunt.

"My God!" Trudy gasped!

Her arms fell limply down from her body. Her legs kicked out automatically as he stroked into her, then dropped down as he came out. He was standing, swaying her to and fro, holding her up so that she ran right onto the full, enormous length of that thick cock. It was going so far into her I could see my sister's head quiver and shake, as if the thick blunt red wet helmet of that cock was smashing into the very base of her brain itself! I could see Trudy's hands clasp and unclasp, shaking like leaves in the passionate tu mult that this sexual attack was arousing in her. My sister was in some hellish world of flesh and come and animal loving. Beneath her stiff body swayed the rags of the red housecoat, Trudy was lost in this primitive work of orgiastic passion.

"Urrgh! Errh! Urrgh!" Thomas suddenly hugged Trudy to him. He was kind of leaping up and down with her body locked to his. They rose and came down with a thump, each time Trudy's head shot back and her mouth went wide open. Each thump was an explosive orgasm of Thomas releasing his sperm right up into her white body.

"Oh, oh-I can't," Trudy said suddenly in a shrill voice. "Let me down, let me down!"

They both sagged right over, and went sprawling down onto the straw of the flooring. Thomas was still writhing into her, her shoulders down in the straw and her legs almost tucked up beneath his arms. A few times her legs flicked out feebly. But Trudy was out. Her body could not take any more of this animal passion. Her hands came up and, curiously enough, stroked Thomas's shoulders gently, then drew him down to rest beside her.

"You, eerh-fuck good," Thomas slobbered out as he collapsed beside her. His face muzzled down between her great white breasts again, where he kissed and licked and rubbed steadily.

"Better than Diana?" Trudy whispered hoarsly. "Better-much, much better, you beast." Her legs limply lay open. Trudy was so exhausted she could not even keep her arms about his neck. Her arms slipped onto the straw and they lay there, hot, completed, finished in a scent of sexual sweat and come.

I was in such a daze myself, from having watched this performance, I could not move. The exhaustion of these animal-like lovers was also my exhaustion. I seemed to have orgasmed at the same moment they did. It was the heat, the scent, the sounds of their rapine lusts. I lay there staring down at them, and was exhausted, wet, and confused by it all.

I had to go back the way I had entered. It was dark as I walked carefully down the line of stables and entered the hay-loft shed. I moved so quietly no one heard me. I knew where the light switch was, and with my free hand I flicked the lights on. The great glare of white light blinded me for a moment. Then I saw them there, still lying in their crude nakedness, half locked together. Trudy had her hand on that risen cock again. She had been slowly stroking it back to full length and life in the hot, scented dark of their intimacy. Trudy gave a gasp, lifting her head to stare at me. Thomas slowly moved his shoulders so that his head came around and his piggy eyes blinked in the powerful light.

"Diana! Get out of here!" Trudy spoke hoarsely.

"So, the lovers." I chuckled and cracked my whip. It was a cattle-whip from America. It sang and the crack echoed like thunder. Thomas started, then slowly took Trudy's hand off his cock as he stood up.

"Errh, what you want, Diana?" he mumbled sheepishly. His cock was stuck out, as if jeering at me.

"Get out of here. You've no right! No right at all. He is my man!" Trudy announced angrily.

Suddenly Thomas started to lumber slowly towards me. I cracked out the whip, it stung him. The only result was a stupid grin on his idiotic face. Instantly I realized that the whip would not stop him. I backed away, and prepared to lash again. Then I had a bright idea.

"Stop there, or I shall lash Trudy," I screamed at him.

"No-it'll scar me." Trudy scrambled to her feet.

Thomas paused, peering back at my sister, then at me, uncertain as to what to do. The whip was raised ready to give Trudy a full cut across her naked flesh. I meant it too, Trudy knew this from the look on my face.

"Tom, don't move. Diana-what is it you want?" Her voice wobbled badly, but Trudy made an effort to calm herself. "He never meant to attack you. The other day, that was your fault, you should not have teased him by being naked here."

"He raped me! You know it, I know it, and your pet animal knows it." I shouted angrily at her. For a moment I felt like lashing them both furiously. Then I saw the stiff erection Thomas had, and I changed my mind.

"Here-up to the beam there, both of his hands." I tossed her the handcuffs I had brought with me.

"What are you going to do?" Trudy demanded.

I cracked the whip. This time it made even tough Thomas flinch. Trudy hastily picked up the handcuffs.

"Come along, Tom, might as well do what the bitch says." Trudy waited as he came to her. She handcuffed him to the beam so he was upright, still with that great cock flopping out right before the hairy black nest at the bottom of his naked belly. "There, now what do you want?" Trudy glared at me furiously.

I cracked the whip. The tip flashed past her and her whole white body simply quivered in fright. "Suck it-get down on your knees and suck it!" I screamed at her.

"Suck-no! Oh, no, no, I couldn't," Trudy pointedly protested.

"Down and suck." I cracked the whip again. This time the tip singed her buttocks. Trudy gave a short scream. "Suck, get down and suck as I had to. Go on, fill your mouth with his cock. Get down and do it, or I shall lash you for life." Trudy was in tears, she stumbled down onto one knee. Closing her eyes she opened her mouth and fished about. "Get hold of it and suck it!" I cracked the whip to emphasize my words. "Go on, suck, you bitch, suck for all you're worth!

Like I had to-and he still raped me, after that!"

"I didn't mean him to. I thought, I thought you might enjoy...."

"Get on with it-suck, Trudy, or else!" I slammed the whip. It cracked furiously. "Suck and you will find out what I had to do. Suck and swallow."

Trudy closed her eyes as the prick touched her lips. She gagged and slowly managed to get some of the helmet into her mouth. At the right moment I brought the whip back, and cracked it close to Thomas. His involuntary thrust forward sent his cock right into Trudy's mouth. She choked and gulped. Thomas grinned and started swaying so that her head was bobbing busily. Thomas was enjoying all of this immensely. But when my whip struck him close to the thighs, he shot right off. He gasped in pain and came in the single spurt. Trudy almost went backwards from the shock of his surge.

I cracked the whip all about them. I had the hold on the terror of it all now. And I gave it to them. Trudy had to suck and suck. Thomas groaned and moaned, for he was unable to hold back against it all. The whip, the heat, the sweat and the come swirled into a blazing fury of sexual expansion. Trudy was sick, and sucking, and sick again. Thomas was sagging from the handcuffs by the time I was feeling it all well worth the while.

It was a good vengeance. Trudy was almost fainting, and complaining how much her jaws ached. Thomas was quivering from some kind of sexual exhaustion he had never experienced before. My dear sister's mouth had sapped him of his manhood for some time to come. I struck him a couple of times, but it was useless. The idiot had no sense, and where there was no sense, there certainly was precious little feeling. It was like lashing at a blubber bag.

"I've finished with you both. Now you can both go to hell, as far as I am concerned. Filthy beasts!"

So saying I tried to storm out, but I was also too weak. The whole sexual experience had been revolting, and thrilling, disgusting and intensely exciting. I seemed to have come myself, dozens of times. I was so weak, I almost collapsed into my small car, and was just barely able to drive away. One thing, I left for good. I would never again see either my sister or those stables. Thomas I certainly had no terror of now!

So I had my vengeance. And, after a good soaking in a hot bath, I suddenly laughed at it all. I had restored my own confidence. I was my own being again. Life was coarse, and animal and crude. That was how we human animals were designed. For fucking, I said aloud. If that was all there was to it, then I was free to indulge and enjoy. One thing for cetrain, I would never have any inhibitions about anything sexual ever again.

No, most certainly not! Be it a blow job, or buggery, or an orgy. I would be there with the best of them. At the age of eighteen I knew it all. If that was how the world saw sexual matters, then that was how I had to be. I shuddered once or twice, but I still smiled. I had been through the hottest of hot flames, and now I was casehardened. I could even make a damned good living out of it.

And the more I thought about the idea, the more it appealed to me. Lying in my bath, getting rid of the smells of the stables and the orgies of the evening, I knew what I had to do.

No good going to the university, to meet a crowd of callow, foppish youths. No, I would use my money to go to London, and see what this great big world was really all about! Did not I already possess the best qualifications in the world for success? Here, between my legs was a passport and a diploma and a degree to the wide world itself. All I had to do was to look after myself carefully, and to determine just what I wanted out of life.

Once a girl makes a decision like that, the rest follows as if by nature meant.