Chapter 10
Wet loving lips laved over the upturned cheeks of Ann's ass. She barely noticed it. She wasn't aware of anything but the pleasure still welling from her whip-handle-stuffed cunt.
The tip of Sarah's tongue began tracing cool lines over the bound woman's buttocks. The oral touch was soothing on the whip marks. Sweet sensation began to penetrate Ann's consciousness. She moaned. The cunt oil started flowing afresh from her floppy pussy lips.
Perched on the railing by the gate to the corral, Mark grinned and waved. A couple of hands swung open the gate while two more went off towards a big trailer parked behind a pickup. Mark turned back to watch the two women.
Meanwhile the strapping black-haired Sarah had her face pressed into the crack of Ann's ass, gobbling her asshole. At the same time she gently urged the now gooey whip handle out of Ann's pussy. The greedy twat was unwilling to relinquish its prize. The handle came out with a sucking noise.
Long-nailed fingers probed into the recesses of Ann's cunt. Her cheek was pressed against the rough post around which her wrists were tied. A fingernail followed the slit of her cunt until it reached her clit. It swirled round and round the clit. It cut into Ann's being like a knife.
After teasing the clit into full erectness, Sarah cupped her hand over Ann's cunt. Pussy sauce puddled in her palm, dribbled between her fingers. "C'mon, babe," she urged, pushing upward. "Get back on your feet. That's a good girl, come on darling. We've got a nice surprise for you."
Reveling in the delicious pressure on her cunt-mound, Ann allowed herself to be coaxed till she was on her feet again. Her legs were spread wide. She was still bent forward at the waist so her butt poked up and her upper body was parallel with the ground. Her tits swayed from her rib cage like ripe melons. The nipples were quivering and tense with erotic excitement.
What was in store for her now? She had no way of knowing, but Sarah's low-voiced promise of new erotic delights thrilled Ann Forester.
The raven-haired woman had already put her through incredibly sensuous changes!
Oil drooled from her cunt and dripped into the dust. Sarah's teasing fingers splayed her lips, keeping the fluid coming. Her fingers were wet and sticky.
"Here we go, Mark," called one of the prop men who had gone to the trailer.
"Very good," the director grinned as he saw what the men were bringing. "Frank and Larry, get the platform and get the bitch strapped to it. Don't do anything to spook her just yet. Phil, make sure the cameras have plenty of film."
Men rushed to obey orders. Unaware of the excitement, Ann stood with the sun beating on her bare back and butt and enjoyed Sarah playing with her cunt. It was like music flowing through her supple body.
Two of the cowpokes came through the gate, lugging a ramp-like contraption constructed of boards. They brought it up beside the naked, tied woman. Sarah looked up and smiled.
"Here, darling," she cooed to Ann, tickling her twat. "Suck in your belly. These men are going to slide something under you."
Docile from basking in the pleasure Sarah had been giving her, Ann did as she was told. The extras slipped the platform under her. It came to just under her pendulous breasts, pressing into her belly and holding her saucy ass up in the air. Her long legs straddled it. The cowhands took hold of her legs and strapped them to the sides of the platform.
Alarm began to stir through the waves of pleasure washing over Ann. Why were they tying her like this? She could squirm her cushiony pussy mound around on the unyielding planks, but that was about all the movement she could manage.
Sarah's exquisite touch returned to delight Ann's quim.
Then Sarah looked up and saw a man leading a small brown Shetland pony with a blond mane toward her.
"Oooooh, look, darling!" Sarah cooed. She withdrew her finger from Ann's cunt and walked up to where Ann was resting her head on a crossbeam. She took hold of Ann's hair and gently turned her head. "Here's a new playmate for you!"
Blearily, Ann peered through a haze of lust and a cloud of her own chestnut hair hanging over her pretty face. Then she saw where Sarah was directing her attention, and her green eyes widened in disbelief.
"NO!" Ann screamed.
Laughing like a schoolgirl, Sarah danced from
Ann's side. Her black hair flew from under the brim of her hat. Her heavy tits jiggled like jello.
Sarah spun on a booted toe and kissed the bridge of the pony's nose, right between the beast's brown eyes. She threw her arms around its neck. "Oh, what a pretty boy!" she exclaimed.
The thick smooth hair on the animal's neck thrilled Sarah's ballooning nipples. Her body slithered down his neck, flowed over his back and down his flank. The texture of his hair drove Sarah crazy. She moaned and giggled with sexual joy.
"So nice! Soooo nice!" she said, dropping to her bare knees beside the pony. She kissed his side. The animal stood placidly at the end of its tether, not seeming to notice.
Sarah ducked her head under the beast's belly. A slim hand found the animal's big hanging cock. A cameraman kneeling on the other side of the pony recorded the look of lustful delight that crossed her lovely face as she inspected the prick. "Lovely!" Sarah enthused.
She turned the gray and pink prong toward her face and planted a kiss on its tip. It started to swell visibly, coming out of the folds of the foreskin. The pony snorted and shuffled his feet.
Sarah licked and kissed the inflating pony prick. "What a beautiful cock!" the brunette sang. "Oh, baby, you're so lucky. What a lucky girl you are!"
Ann was staring, frozen with helpless horror. Her stomach turned over in disgust at the way Sarah was actually giving the pony a blow-job.
How could she stand it?
More important, how could Ann stand what was so obviously going to come next?
"Stop her!" she screamed. "Somebody stop her!"
She stared around the corral. The enclosure was surrounded by leering male faces. Extras, technicians, cameramen, Mark, the bearded director. And there was Burt, his eyes hidden by his sunglasses. Smoke curled from his cigarette.
"Please!" Ann begged, her voice cracking with panic. Sarah was cooing love-words at the pony as she stroked and licked its stiffening dick. The animal was clearly getting turned on. Soon it would be ready to fuck Ann.
"Please! Somebody stop her! Burt-don't let her do it! Please, God, oh how can you let her do it to me? Make her keep away. Don't let her make that animal fuck me!"
For answer Burt turned to Mark, who was standing nearby, watching with an obvious erection bulging his pants. "You getting all this down on the soundtrack?" Burt asked.
Mark looked at a man sitting by a tape machine running off a long cord trailing to a generator. The man checked his sound levels, then gave his boss a leering thumbs-up.
Mark nodded in satisfaction. "I've got to admit we're really getting our money's worth from this Forester cunt. Look at the terror on her face! Listen to her screaming for mercy. No actress could touch it-it's genuine."
Muscles were standing out on Ann's naked, sunburned back as she fought her bonds. Blood trickled from where she had rubbed her wrists raw straining at the rope, and the leather straps cut cruelly into the tender flesh of her legs. But she couldn't get free.
Shapely lips smeared with her own saliva, Sarah came out from under the pony's belly. "He's ready!" she cried. "His great big cock is hard as a rock." She pressed her hands between her strong bare thighs. "You lucky bitch!"
The cowhand led the animal forward. Sarah skipped ahead to fondle Ann's cunt. It was still wet despite the woman's fear and disgust.
Ann looked back over her shoulder. Her face was a mask of fear, streaked with brown where the dust had caked on the tracks of her hysterical tears. Her flesh literally crawled as the animal's fuzzy nose touched between her asscheeks.
An extra dressed as a wrangler took hold of the pony's bridle beside its cheek.
"Wait-don't," Ann pleaded hoarsely. "He-he'll crush me!"
"Never fear!" laughed Sarah. "This platform is designed for that. There are little niches for his hooves so you don't have to feel his weight. Just that big, huge, yummy cock!" She wriggled with delight, fingers dancing in Ann's pussy.
"If you like him so much, why don't you fuck him?" Ann screamed at her.
Sarah's only response was a musical laugh. She knelt beside Ann's ass, pulling her cunt open with her fingers. She planted a juicy kiss right between the damp pink lips.
As Sarah held Ann's cunt agape, the cowhand pulled the pony forward. Reluctantly, the animal stepped up onto the platform. His hairy legs straddled Ann's heaving sides.
Ann felt the touch of the enormous cockhead against her pussy mouth. "Noooooooooooo!" she howled, thrashing futilely.
Sarah's red lips wrapped themselves around a lascivious smile. She took the cock with her fingertips and guided the tip to the cleft of the gaping cunt. "There we are! So nice!" she said as she felt Ann quiver.
"Mmmmmmnnnnnggggh!" groaned Ann as the fat head pushed open the lips of her cunt. It was in her! The head of an animal's cock was in her body!
Sarah jacked the beast off with firm fingers, giving it the idea. With a jerking surge of his hindquarters the pony stuffed his cock right into the helpless twat.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIII-EEEEEEYYYYAAAAAGGGGGH" Ann shrieked. "It's tearing me apart! Stop!"
The pony stood quivering with half the vast length of his prick buried in the woman's quim. Ann's cunt walls tried to shrink away from contact with the massive cock, but they were already stretched painfully. Ann squirmed around the impaling shaft helplessly.
With great hunching and snorting, the pony fucked the helpless woman. Ann screamed until her throat was hoarse. Even though her guts twisted with shame and she felt sure she'd never wash away the uncleanliness from her invaded quim. What tore shriek after shriek from her throat was the pain of having the tremendously oversized prick relentlessly plowing in and out of her pussy.
Sarah's laughter was an obscene counterpoint as she rubbed her swollen tits over and over the pony's flanks. Muscles rippled in her back and firm buttocks as she clambered up the animal's side. Atop the pony, her thighs clamping hard around its heaving sides. Long fingers tangled in its mane as Sarah ground her pussy with vicious force onto the creature's backbone. Cunt juice trickled down its sides.
Ann's brain was wracked beyond endurance. The grossly swollen cock that was seemingly ripping her cunt apart was also crushing her clit into her pubic bone with a force she had never known. In spite of the agony, in spite of the hideous degradation, the madly fucking pony was bringing her to climax.
Ripples of pleasure crawled up Ann's spine. Each forward thrust of the giant cock lifted her off the platform. Each withdrawal pulled her cunt-mound hard onto the boards. The pony had a hard time dragging its cock out of the tight pussy. The pain and pleasure made it hard for Ann to breathe as the pony cock sucked out of her. Her cunt lips grabbed at the withdrawing cock.
The cameraman grinned. What a shot!
Sarah screamed in ecstasy as her masturbation brought her an earthquake orgasm. Her ass jerked up and down as she tucked herself on the animal's back. Her pale ivory buttocks were gleaming with sweat.
With a great gasping snort, the pony shot his wad. His furry Hanks were a blur as he pumped his seething cum into Ann's cunt. The first spurt filled Ann's pussy channel. With every pulse of the titanic spraying prod, white jism welled out around the enfolded shaft of prick.
The redoubled force of the pony's fucking and the searing flood of its cum lit the fuse to the keg of dynamite in Ann's cunt. Against all her will, the fuse burned and set off a violent orgasm. She shut her eyes and fucked herself mindlessly on the great demanding cock as her brain short-circuited with unwilling ecstasy.
At last the creature had spent its lust. It stepped backwards off the platform. Its cock came free with excruciating slowness and at last popped free. A long string of thick blue-white sperm trailed from the dark tip of the cock to the floppy cunt. It stretched out as the pony backed away. Then it broke and dropped into the dirt. The creature seemed unaware of the weight of the sexually spent woman drooped limply over its back.
"Cut!" Mark hollered.
Ann lay limp, as if dead. She hung by her bleeding wrists from the corral post. Cowhand extras came forward to untie her as the horse and Sarah were led away.
"In-fucking-credible," Mark breathed, licking his lips.
"You got what you wanted," Burt said, flicking away a cigarette butt.
The director gave him a sidelong glance. "Yeah," he said. "She's well worth the bread. You interested in selling?"
"Huh? Selling?" Burt eyed the man narrowly.
"Selling. For good. No deposit, no return. It gives us, shall we say, a little more leeway if we don't have to give her back in, urn, good condition."
"Hmmmm." Burt rubbed his stubbly chin. He watched as crew members untied his property and got her to her feet. She was a hell of a lay, and had a profit potential that just wouldn't quit.
But still, business was business.
"All right," he said. "Talk money." an entirely new person He had rented a hotel room just so she could have a shower before flying home that evening. He had bought her dinner at the expensive restaurant in the city airport, in a corner of which the charter service's hangar was nestled. Then he'd driven her home in his Mercedes, acting friendly the whole way home.
The bearish man had even opened the door for her and escorted her up the steps to the front door of her sister's house.
Ann had let herself in with a key, gone upstairs, and been violently ill for half an hour.
When she was over her sick spell she told Hal the whole story. She had sobbed, and he had gone into a rage, kicking furniture and vowing vengeance. Afraid that the boy would do something rash and get himself hurt, Ann had thrown herself on him and begged with him to forget the whole matter. On her knees, pleading, she asked him to promise not to do anything. He couldn't help, and she would die if anything happened to him.
Hal had been adamant. He refused to promise anything except that he would be careful.
Ann's caresses had gotten her nephew worked up and herself as well. Still on her knees on the living room carpet, she had opened his pants, pulled out his cock, and sucked him to climax. The warm, sweet richness of his youthful jizz replenished her.
Then she had gone about forgetting what had happened to her. She had been doing well.
Until....