Chapter 8
"You filthy pigs!" Glenda screamed, springing up to her feet.
Sam was too slow, and he felt the full brunt of Glenda's sudden attack. She scratched his face, peeling as much skin as she could off with her sharp fingernails.
"AHHHHHHHGHHHH!" the fat man screeched; trying to cover his face as Sid and George pulled the woman away from him.
"I'll teach you, you bitch!" Sam howled as blood trickled down his chin. "Come on, Sid."
Sam reached out and grabbed his partner by the right arm. George still held Glenda tightly to his body, pinning her arms back as she swore and kicked and spat like a wild woman. Alana had gone insane! Their lives were about to end in this toilet of depravity! She couldn't let them do whatever they pleased without her putting up a fight. If they wanted her to lay her head on the block without a fight, they had another thing coming!
"We've got the money. All you have to do is finish up here," Glenda heard a familiar voice.
As Sam pushed the big wooden doom open, two things caught Glenda's eyes and made her gasp. The first was her horse Destroyer that was being led into the stable. The second was Peter Thomas following the stable master.
"Peter!" Glenda cried out in surprise. At first, she thought he was here to help her. But one look at his face told her differently.
"I'm sorry about all this, Glenda. But it just had to end this way," Peter said, standing by the doorway and folding his hands across his chest.
"Oh, Peter. Are you behind all this?" Glenda wailed out, keeping a close eye on the home and S am.
"I've been behind it all the time. I needed the money, Glenda. Gambling put me in debt with the wrong kind of people. They're the kind that send you swimming out in the ocean with a concrete pair of shoes," Peter said, motioning to Sam to get it over with quickly.
"What are you going to do with him?" Glenda asked in a shaky voice as George pressed his stiffening black cock against her plump ass-cheeks.
"It's not my idea, Glenda," Peter said, shifting his eyes down and staring at the ground in front of him. "But Sam's the boss here. After you're through with the horse, I'm afraid that we'll have to take care of you and your daughter. In her case, it'll be a blessing."
Peter looked at the young girl. Alana was squatting on the ground now, her eyes wide open and staring blankly in front of her as she babbled senseless phrases over and over.
"Home? Oh God, noooo!" Glenda cried, digging her bare feet into the dirt. George started hauling her over to the big animal.
Florence got up from the ground and brushed herself off coolly. As Glenda howled and shrieked and fought, the black woman calmly slipped into her slacks and blouse.
"Wanna kiss horsie?" Sam said tauntingly, pulling Destroyer's face close to Glenda's.
The brunette turned her head to one side, almost gagging as the animal's garbage-breath suddenly filled her flared nostrils.
"Go on, lick the lady," Sam said a he pulled the animal even closer to Glenda. The woman shrieked as she felt Destroyer's thick, rubbery wet lips press against the right side of her face. Her stomach churned and threatened to erupt as the big animal stuck out his long, wide pink tongue. She gagged and belched as she felt Destroyer's lips and tongue slide and slip up and over her neck and cheeks. It was the most disgusting thing she'd ever experienced in her life!
"God!" Peter said to himself, turning around and looking the other way as the horse kept on lapping at the groaning woman's face.
"Okay, enough of that!" Sam said, pulling Destroyer away from Glenda
"Bastard! Bastard!" the brunette said.
Glenda looked like a hunted animal that had just been captured after a bad fight. Welts and bruises covered her filth-covered body. Her hair hung in tangles all around her face and shoulders.
"Bastard! Bastard!" Alana echoed in a high pitched, giggling voice.
"Oh, no!" Glenda groaned as she thought of her stepdaughter, giggling crazily behind her.
While Sam and George dragged her behind the whinnying animal, Glenda gave up fighting the two men and hung limply in their arms. It was useless to fight. Alana's mind was destroyed. The two of them were only minutes from death anyway. The fighting spirit that only minutes ago inspired her to resist disappeared completely. Glenda accepted anything they decided to make her do.
"Suck that cock!" Sam said.
In her stupor, Glenda thought that the stable master must have meant his or George's cock. Then she realized where she was, kneeling down behind Destroyer's muscular black hindquarters. The big horse's long, thick dong hung limply between those powerful haunches. Its rough, leathery wrinkled skin twitched nervously as George picked up some of Glenda's long, black hair and rubbed the frayed ends lightly over that dick-skin.
"Suck those balls!" Sam said again.
Glenda closed her eyes and prayed silently to God. This would probably be her last act on earth. In the background she could hear Florence talking softly to Sid as Alana babbled wildly on her own. She could feel the stiff hairs of Destroyer's long tail brush her forehead as she leaned forward and stuck out her tongue.
The brunette could smell the stench of horse shit as she moved her face closer toward Destroyer's heavy, black fuck sacs. Glenda took a tentative lick at one of the big testicles and heard the animal whinny out in surprised excitement. He jerked forward; stomping his legs nervously as Glenda took another lick.
"Go on. Suck and lick those balls," Sam ordered her.
Glenda slid under the animal a little more until his balls were hanging and twitching directly under her nose. She reached up and touched them gently with her hands. How many times had she ridden this horse across her estate! How many times had she shown him proudly to her friends! Her friends! The same ones who stood by and watched her and her daughter tortured senselessly like this, and for what, money? Partly, and partly just to watch another human being suffer and shriek. What was the result of all this, painful humiliation, insanity, and finally death?
Glenda felt like groveling on the ground, beating her fists into the dirt and wailing like her daughter was doing now. Insanity, would have been a blessing. But it just wouldn't come. She was faced with this disgusting act. After that, death would be a blessing.
"Go on. Don't be bashful," Sam said in a mocking voice as he hit her roughly on the side of the head.
Glenda groaned, then stroked the snorting horse's fuck sacs again. The leathery skin felt hot, hairy and rough. The horse shivered again, snorting in excitement as he kept on trying to break away.
"Get your lips on those balls!" Sam ordered.
Glenda did as she was told, surprised that she wasn't vomiting on them. She ran her tongue up and down the shit-smelling sacs as the brunette felt something hot and stiff bump up against her cheeks. God! It was Destroyer's dick, hard and ready for fucking.
Glenda inhaled sharply, pretending to be enjoying the ball-licking as she heard Sam and George comment on it. Even though she dreaded the animal-fuck, it was something that stood between her and the grave.
"Okay. Enough of the preliminaries, up you go," 5am said, pulling Glenda away from the balls and dragging her back to the area where she and Alana had been hanging minutes before. He pushed her roughly down to the floor, reaching over and picking up the rope that had tied her to the overhead crossbeam. Both he and George tied one rope to each ankle silently as Glenda begged them not to hurt her.
When they were finished, each man threw his rope up and over the beam as before. This time, they made sure that each rope was several feet away from the other. At a signal from Sam, both men yanked up, hauling Glenda's tapered legs high in the air.
"Ohhhhh!" the brunette moaned as she felt the weight of her body shift to her shoulders. His legs were up and spread apart in a wide V. The brunette's firm butt-cheeks were raised high in the air also, spread apart and exposing both her shitter and dripping cunt-hole.
"Get a load of that, Destroyer," Sam said, walking back to the horse and stroking his long beautiful black head.
"We got to be careful," George said as he fastened the ropes tightly.
"Of what? The horse? So what. If he gets her with the hooves, so much less work for me later," Sam said, shrugging nonchalantly as he led the big animal forward up to Glenda.
The brunette's eyes widened in horror and her mouth parted open as Destroyer's big legs pounded closer and closer to her stretched body.
"ARRGHHHHH!" Glenda cried out in fear as Destroyer's front hooves barely missed her shaking shoulders. She stared up at the big animal's muscular belly and shuddered as her heels pressed against the horse's sides and chest.
"Okay. Now let's pull her up," Sam said, signaling Sid to come over and hold the animal still. He and George untied the knots that held the ropes fast and yanked down. Glenda's legs shot up as a result. Her cunt was elevated also, bumping up against the horse's black, shining cock-head. Instinctively, Destroyer humped down and forward, pressing his dick-tip harder against the woman's pussy-lips.
"Pull harder," Sam said.
Both men yanked down, pressing Glenda's twat-lips harder against the big horse's cock. This time, Destroyer concentrated on that warm, furry thing under his balls. He whinnied loudly and hunched. "UNNGHHHHHH! NNNNHHOOOOOW!" Glenda shrieked in agony as she felt her pussy-lips being painfully stretched apart by the big horse's flanged cock-head.
Dull aching sensations radiated out from her crotch to every part of her body. She shivered in revulsion as her pussy-lips clamped shut around the embedded horse's cock-head. Sam and George laughed as they pulled on the ropes, impaling her cunt on the horse's cock even more.
"OHHHHHH! S-s-stop!" the brunette begged as her pussy felt as if it were being ripped apart.
But the men kept on pulling, sometimes slackening the rope and letting her slide off the dick, then yanking back down on it and impaling her snatch on Destroyer's cock-stalk once more.
"Let's really get her fucking," Sam said, pulling down and releasing the rope in regular, quick, rhythmic strokes.
George laughed and commented on Glenda's stretched pussy as the animal whinnied and snorted. Glenda felt the big animal's cock vibrating and swelling with each upstroke the men gave her. She could tell that Destroyer was about to shoot his wad in her gut! And then--and then it would be all over for her and Alana.
"Fuck mama! Fuck mama!" Alana said, laughing and shrieking crazily.
Glenda cried and sobbed, covering her face with both hands as she felt the snorting animal's prick-head swell up and push against her painfully stretched pussy walls. Then it happened. She felt sprays of hot horse-cum blast into her snatch. It was like having a fire hose go off in her pussy.
"AHHH! NOOG! NOOO!" Glenda shrieked as the animal's spunk splashed out of her filled twat and spattered onto her raised belly. The brunette desperately tried to wipe away the dripping white horse-jizz off her chest and belly. But it kept raining down on the shrieking brunette. Destroyer whinnied and snorted wildly.
"Shit! Ever see something like that? He must be dumping everything in his balls in her," Sam said, watching in fascination as Destroyer finished unloading his heavy load of jizz.
Glenda groaned in horror, gripping her cum-slicked belly as she felt her stomach racked by painful dry heaves.
In the background she could hear Alana laughing and shrieking. But this time there was another voice screaming. It was Florence's. Then came the sounds of shouting male voices.
Glenda opened her eyes. Alana had turned into a complete wild woman with the strength of ten men. She was choking Florence, digging her fingers into the black woman's throat as George and Sid tried to pry her off. Sam let go of his rope and Glenda's butt slid to the pound, her cunt sliding off Destroyer's softening prick.
The brunette rolled to the right just in time. Startled by all the sudden screaming and movement, Destroyer bolted forward toward the half-opened door.
"Look out!" Sid cried.
But it was too late. Sam's back was to the animal as he was running to help George and Sid. Glenda saw that last look of surprise in the stable master's eyes as the big horse trampled him.
Peter was standing in the doorway, petrified by what had happened. His eyes widened with terror as Destroyer headed for him in his wild way to escape.
"Nooo!" the lawyer cried, holding the briefcase filled with the money.
Glenda watched in horror as the air was filled with hundred-dollar bills and the gurgling sounds of Peter Thomas being trampled underfoot.
"My God!" George cried as the big horse finally lumbered his way out of the stable and ran crazily in the front area near the stable.
Glenda painfully raised herself to her feet and staggered toward her daughter who by now had left the choking black woman's neck and resumed her former quiet, babbling state. George took his wife by the arms and dragged her out of the stable. His cock still dangled out of his opened fly as he disappeared into the night.
Sid had bolted out after George and Florence, running quickly into the black countryside.
Glenda stumbled out of the doorway and looked around, realizing only now that she was back in her own estate. She looked around the familiar ground. There was Destroyer, calm now and grazing lazily on the tall grass near by. He was completely unaware of the carnage he caused inside the stable.
Behind her, Glenda could still hear Alana babbling to herself. It was a while before the dazed woman realized that there was a group of shouting, running people heading toward her. Glenda shook her head and saw that Brad headed the group, followed by several police and Hilda.
"Mrs. Williams!" Brad cried out.
Glenda looked at him as he ran up to her. A large white bandage was over his forehead, and his left arm was in a sling.
"Brad?" Glenda said in a strangely calm voice.
"They thought I was dead," Brad gasped out, trying to catch his breath as the police ran into the stable and Hilda mentioned something about trying to find a cloth to cover Glenda's nude body. "I saw Sam kidnap Alana when I went looking for her. He knocked me out so hard that I guess he thought I was a goner. He and some guy dumped me down the well on the Holmes ranch. But I managed to crawl out and go for the cops." Brad looked at the still-dazed Glenda. Only now did he see that her body was scarred. "Jesus, what did they do to you?"
"Diddle-diddle dumpling--" Alana screamed, breaking out into wild laughter as two policemen held her arms and led her out into the still night air.
"Jesus!" Brad said, staring at the shrieking girl. "It was all Peter's idea," Glenda said mechanically.
"He needed money, and I guess he was too ashamed to ask for it or something. He devised this whole wild kidnap scheme to get at my money. He sold himself out to Sam, letting him do this--" Glenda nodded toward Alana "--this to us so he could get the combination of the wall safe where the rest of the money was. Oh God, it's so sick and confusing!" Glenda covered her face with both hands.
"We heard about this club of weirdos before, Mrs. Williams. This time we've got you to help break it up," the chief of police said.
"What does it matter any more?" Glenda said softly as she watched the police gently put Alana into the patrol car that had just pulled up. "What does it matter?"
"They'll be punished," the man said calmly.
"Punished?" Glenda asked, turning her head up and looking questioningly at the police captain. "Punished?" she said again, her lower lip trembling.
Then Glenda felt her stomach knot up as she broke into a loud fit of wild laughter. The flashing red lights of the cruisers lit up the night as Glenda laughed and laughed and laughed.