Chapter 7
Janet felt completely numb after the washing down and her subsequent climax. Jack had thrown down the hose and walked briskly over to her. She felt his strong hands slip around her waist and pull her out of the clinging stickiness of the surrounding black mud. He dragged her over to the barn door and threw her down, wiping the remaining filth off her shuddering body before he backed away and literally threw her to the wolves. Janet pushed herself up with great effort, her still-wet hair hanging in front of her eyes and clinging to her face. She looked like a savage, hunted animal peering at her tormentors as she stared hard at each of the inmates. Her fingers worked automatically, digging at the dirt under her hands as she watched them look uneasily at Jack. They were like the dog before-straining the leash, ready to attack her viciously at the first sign of approval from their leader.
"Enjoy her," Jack said, laughing as he stepped further back and nodded down toward her.
Janet groaned, scooting back on her ass as the inmates fell on her. Months, possibly years without a cunt to fuck drove them all into a frenzied pussy feeding. Janet cried out in horror as she felt a forest of fingers suddenly sliding over her, clawing at her titties; digging at her cunt, pawing her thighs, shoulders, arms, face as they all tried to drag her away to some private comer and spill their pent-up spunk in her. Their heavy, thick rancid breaths filled the air surrounding her, making Janet want to puke with disgust as their faced bent down and touched hers. The brunette shrieked, pushing her hands up and clawing wildly at their flushed, twisted faces. But nothing seemed to discourage them. She raked her nails across more than one set of cheeks, scarring the flesh and drawing blood as shards of skin rolled under her fingernails.
But her violent, futile defense only seemed to encourage the men more. She tilted her head back, sobbing and gagging as she felt a hand shoot up her cunt and start clawing desperately at her slick, sensitive cuntal walls. They were still sore from that violent climax brought on by the irritating stream of water from the fire hose. Soon they were all on her. She could see a jungle of waving stiff cocks sticking out at her. Some of them jerked wildly, puffing out and pulling back while they spat their revolting jizz into her face or onto her writhing body. Janet cried out and choked, closing her eyelids tightly and waving her hands desperately in front of her as she felt the hot, sticky spunk spatter against her skin.
One or two more inmates managed to crawl onto her one at a time, shoving their cocks into her hot cunt and grunting like pigs taking a shit as they rammed several times into her pussy, then fired their loads with cries of delight.
The wild orgy of rape went on for what seemed to Janet like hours. She cried and shrieked, finally collapsing into a sobbing, tired heap of defeat as the last inmate stuck his stiff prick into her cum-filled pussy and shot off.
"Ohhhh, you bastards," Janet hissed, pulling herself across the floor away from the satisfied, exhausted group.
"Still not through with you yet, baby," Jack said, jerking his head down at her in another signal.
Janet groaned, wondering what more they could do to her as two men slipped their hands under her arms and pulled her slowly to her feet. Jack walked over to the door and slid it open, motioning her to follow him as he walked out into the still darkness.
Janet stumbled forward, feeling the loose gravel of the courtyard scraping the tender soles of her feet as she followed the inmate. The evening looked so peaceful. She could hear the sounds of crickets. The lights she'd left on only a few hours before in the house still burned. Everything looked so peaceful and innocent. Janet almost had to force herself to remember that she was living through a nightmare, even though it seemed all she had to do was walk away and everything would be over.
"In there," Jack said, breaking into the brunette's daydream.
Janet shook her head, raising her hands and rubbing her forearms as she tried to drive away the chill of the night air.
"The stable?" Janet asked.
"In," Jack said, reaching back and wrapping his fingers around her forearm. Janet grimaced from the hard grip as she staggered past him into the darkened stable.
As soon as she crossed the threshold, Jack stepped in behind her and flipped on the light.
Immediately she heard whinnying and the stomp of heavy hoofs. It was the mare and her large, shiny black companion, a stallion her father had bought up in Montana during his last trip to that state, "Back 'em out," Jack said to two inmates who just walked into the warm stable.
The two men stopped in front of Janet for a second, turning around and smiling mischievously at her before they proceeded to the stall. Stroking the smooth, rounded shiny black hindquarters of the big stallion, the two men reached into the stall and grabbed him gently by the neck. They pushed backward, coaxing the snorting animal out of his stall.
Janet felt terror raging through her body as she watched the big animal move backward. His muscular sides quivered with each powerful step he took. She felt a sense of overwhelming animal power radiating out of the handsome horse's body as he slowly gave in to the two men.
"Back him out and bring him over here," Jack said as the horse's head finally cleared the edge of his stall.
Janet stepped back against the big inmate as she watched the two men turn the stallion around until he was facing her. The brunette sucked in a deep breath as she saw the huge animal's brown eyes seemingly focus on her quivering body. She saw his long, thick muscles rippling like waves on a wind-whipped lake under his black shiny skin as he plodded slowly toward her. The two men stopped pulling the horse forward when his head was only three feet away from her.
Janet closed her eyes and shook her head slowly back and forth. No. No! They couldn't want to do to her what she was thinking. It'd kill her. She couldn't take anything as big as that.
Janet shuddered, then opened her eyes and looked down at the big animal's cock. It hung like a thick, black wrinkled sausage from between his muscular hindquarters. With every nervous pounding step the big animal took, that dangling, huge cock jiggled and swayed back and forth. The woman turned her head away from the snorting stallion, wrinkling her face up in disgust as she stepped back.
Janet felt her bare, goose-fleshed buttocks brushing up against the bulging front of Jack's Levi's. His big hands were immediately on her thighs, stroking the trembling flesh, edging down and around her pelvis until his calloused fingers were toying with the outer fringes of her cunt hairs. Janet shuddered, then closed her eyes in terror and revulsion. She could still see the image of that horse nervously shivering and stepping back and forth in front of her.
"How'd you like to have something like that between your legs, babe?" Jack asked coldly as he clamped his fingers down on her pussy-hairs, then yanked back and pulled clumps of them out.
"OOWWWWW!" Janet shrieked, jerking forward from the sudden sharp pain. She instinctively lowered her hands and rubbed the sore area Jack had violated. She looked up at the stallion again and saw that her yelling and jerking around was only exciting him more. The two big, black nostrils flared as his large eyeballs focused on the helpless brunette. Janet shivered. Only now did she realize the intent of these men here. This was no scare tactic. They were actually going to make her screw this horse!
"Come on," Jack said thickly, reaching down and grabbing both wrists in one hand. She could feel his iron fingers digging into her tender flesh as he shoved her forward ruthlessly. Janet stumbled along reluctantly, kicking up tiny clouds of dust as she staggered closer and closer toward the stomping animal.
The two men who'd pushed the stallion out of his stall were still rubbing their hands gently over the curved, smooth surface of the big animal's buttocks. Janet looked under the powerful stallion's body. She could see that their caressing actions were having their effect on the horse's cock. It was actually lengthening under their touch. It stretched out the wrinkles until the black, tough cock-skin pulled tighter and tighter.
From the ragged, folded edge of the horse's foreskin, Janet could see something rounded and smooth pushing down slowly. It was shinier than any other part of the snorting stallion's body. The brunette's eyes widened as she watched that thick, meaty cockhead slide past the edge of his foreskin and pop into view. A long, wide slit dripped something hot and opaque onto the dusty floor. Janet shuddered and moaned deep in her throat as she realized the horse was getting sexually excited.
"Oh, please don't!" Janet begged. She sank downward, closing her eyes and letting out a long, high-pitched wail of despair as she felt Jack's hands slide under her arms and drag her back up on her feet again. The brunette could feel the muscles in her legs and shoulders tightening and knotting up as Jack dragged her forward.
"P-p-please," she cried, twisting her head around and looking pleadingly into the big man's eyes.
But Jack already knew what he wanted to do. Roughly he threw Janet down into the dirt. The brunette grunted as she slammed down onto the floor. Janet rolled backward and covered her face with both hands as the big stallion stomped wildly and whinnied in nervous anticipation. She watched as the two men who had been stroking the horse's ass moved around quickly, reaching up and curling their powerful arms around the near-stampeding horse's neck. She watched the big animal shake his powerful head and short in indignation as the two men successfully calmed him down. Her knees spread apart and she felt her body grow limp as Jack walked over to her and stretched his hand down toward her.
"Come on, babe. Don't fight it. It's too late," he said in an almost friendly way.
Janet shook her head violently back and forth, biting down hard on her lower lip while hot, burning tears welled up in her eyes.
"If that's the way you want it," Jack said. He moved quickly, reaching down with both hands and grabbing her roughly around the waist. Janet struggled with all her might, clawing at his face and kicking her bare feet against his ankles. The big inmate only laughed, turning his face away and keeping it that way as the shrieking brunette clawed furiously but helplessly. The two men kept the big stallion steady as Jack dragged the kicking brunette around to the animal's hindquarters. Janet opened her eyes and saw the long, swishing black tail flick back and forth nervously as Jack shoved her down to the ground with one bug push.
"You saw what the guys were doin' to him. You do the same," Jack commanded, stretching his hands down to his crotch and fondling that long, tubular bulge running across his groin and down his leg.
Janet looked up pleadingly at Jack, but saw she'd get no mercy. The brunette could see the two men still holding the big stallion tightly by the neck while they turned and stared hotly at her. Sobbing in revulsion and hatred, Janet lifted her arms. She turned her palms around then pressed them hesitatingly against the smooth, hot horseflesh.
"OHHHHHH!" Janet cried, taking her hands off the smooth skin and tucking her hands under her thighs as the big animal whinnied in surprise. His powerful hind legs stomped back and forth, nearly crushing Janet as she scooted back on the loose dirt of the stable floor. Janet's big tits jounced and swayed lazily across her dirt-streaked chest as she watched the two inmates try to sooth the nervous stallion. Finally the big animal calmed down and Jack indicated with a quick jerk of his head that Janet should go back to her stroking.
The brunette sucked in her lower Up and swallowed hard as she crawled back to the horse's hind legs. Stopping when the hairs of his still nervously swishing tail barely brushed her forehead, Janet reached up and started running her trembling fingers up and down the animal's foreleg. The stallion's tiny hairs tickled her skin as she trailed her hands across the shiny black skin.
"Oh, God," Janet cried, lowering her head until her chin pressed against her chest. The stiff hairs of the stallion's tail dangled in her eyes and against her nose and cheeks. She'd never felt this cheapened and degraded before in her life. How could something horrible as this be happening to her? It was like something out of an appalling nightmare. Her lungs burned as Janet's breath came in increasingly short, sharp gasps. Her body trembled, then swayed gently from side to side as she kept up her slow massaging motions. The brunette opened her eyes slightly, keeping them in a narrow slit as she glanced around the dimly lit stable. Through the blurring, hci tears, Janet could make out Jack's powerful legs, rising from the floor like two big pillars. As she kept on stroking the big horse's thighs, Janet felt a surge of incredible and powerful hatred sweep over her. She could have stuck a knife in his belly if she had one.
"Jesus, babe! You've really got him up!" Jack commented in a surprised voice.
The brunette had been concentrating on her own humiliation and anger and hadn't noticed much else. Shaking her head back and forth, Janet fully opened her eyes and stared between the big animal's black, powerful hind legs. Suddenly she was aware of a definite heat radiating out of the stallion's loins. His round, heavy fuck sacs dangled like two brown coconuts inches above her forehead. Slowly they were screwing up tightly against the fat root of the horse's dick. And that dork! Janet gasped, then snapped her head back until she found herself several feet away from the still-snorting stallion's pounding hoofs. It was fully stretched out, pointing slightly upward at an angle from the animal's heaving belly. He was fully aroused, snorting wildly and stomping around, waiting for something to wrap around that cock. Janet noticed Jack sneering down at her. She'd put off this moment as long as she could. But now it was time for her to put out. The men were waiting for her to screw that horse.
"You'd better slick that dick down before you try anything imagine with it," Jack said, digging his fists into his muscular hips and twisting his thick lips into a more obscene leer than before.
"What?" Janet asked.
"Swing on that cock, babe." Jack said in a thick voice.
Janet knew better than to argue with him. It was utterly useless to plead for mercy. The brunette bit down hard on her lip, then sucked in a deep breath as she silently prayed for strength. Fighting down the desire to vomit, Janet put down her hands and scooted slowly back across the dirt floor until her head was once more under the stallion's hindquarters. Janet sucked in another breath and was almost nauseated by what she smelled. There was the distinct odor of stale piss and shit shooting up her flared nostrils. Turning her head up the brunette could see tiny hairs covering the stallion's swaying nuts. Tentatively reaching up, Janet ran the edges of her fingers lightly across those hairs. She expected to be pounded instantly to death by the big animal's powerful hoofs. In fact, she wanted something like that to happen-anything to end this nightmare. Instead, Janet found the big horse apparently gasping and whinnying approval at what she was doing. Horrified and disgusted, the brunette pushed her head forward further, feeling trapped under the swaying stallion's muscular body.