Animal Attraction
Chapter 2
When she awoke, she noticed the lights were brighter, so she assumed they were
coordinated to the day/night cycle. She heard the thump of the door and she
initially cowered under the covers, still dressed in her robe, but when the door
was flung open, she remembered his explicit instructions. She scrambled from the
bed, shedding her robe, and stood before him in the nude, arms at her sides.
Turk was with him again, she was sorry to see. She might be able to overcome him
alone, but never he and the dog together.
"Good," he said. "You learn quickly." At that moment, her stomach growled
noisily. She froze, fearful that that was against the rules somehow.
"You're hungry." She nodded. "You can eat after exercise." Exercise! "I don't
want you to get fat here," he added. "Would you like a drink first?" She nodded,
afraid to speak. She had to pee, but she didn't know how to tell him without
suffering a beating. He retrieved a ladle of water from the bucket and helped
her to drink it.
Returning the ladle, he told her to turn around and put her hands behind her. He
fastened leather bracelets to each wrist, then clipped her wrists together. Then
she felt him fasten a collar around her neck. Now she was just another dog to
him, the bastard. He attached a dog's leash to the front of the collar and
jerked it. "Come," was all he said.
Janet followed him out the door, trying to gather as much information as she
could about this mysterious place she had been taken to. Outside the cell door,
she realized her suspicions were correct - they were in a dimly lit cellar.
Stairs led up from the middle of the room. She trotted along behind him, Turk at
her side. The dog seemed to have taken ownership of her just as much as the man
had.
Upstairs, she was surprised to find the door opened into a storage room of what
appeared to be a stable, not Sir's house. There was some hay on the floor and
the area was redolent with the odor of manure. Along one wall were a variety of
dangerous-looking whips, chains, fasteners and other devises of torture. He
stopped and pointed. "Don't try to run away or you'll get a taste of these -
after Turk runs you down."
She almost felt relieved because her first thought was that this would be a
routine part of her ordeal here. She looked at the dog and saw that his large
penis was partially out of his sheath. God, she thought, not again. Yet there
was a part of her that was vaguely stimulated by the idea. What's wrong with me?
He led her out into the main stable area, and she could see stalls for at least
four horses. Noises told her most, if not all, of the stalls were occupied. From
another wall, the man took down some leather apparatus and indicated that the
girl should turn around. She did so, and he unhooked her wrists, then began
buckling her into the straps. A large belt went around her waist, while two
crossing straps went between her breasts and up over her shoulders. She could
feel him buckling it into place behind her to the back of the belt. She had no
idea what he was doing, but she had a feeling she wasn't going to like it.
Again, she wanted to ask him for permission to urinate, but held off. Maybe she
could make it back to her room.
Once he had her fastened to his satisfaction, he led her outside. She was
nervous, being outside naked except for this strange get-up that didn't cover
her at all. Turk, she saw, followed her every step. She looked around, trying to
get her bearings. If she could discover a clue to her whereabouts, she might be
able to use that somehow. She was disappointed to see that the ranch was
surrounded by trees, limiting her vision. The barn apparently blocked her view
of the man's house as well. Nor could she see any mountains that might give her
a clue as to where she had been taken.
He jerked on the chain, leading her to a small cart with two large wooden
wheels. Pulling her to the front, he fastened her in. My god! She was being
treated like a horse. He wants me to pull the cart, she thought. Wooden tongues
a little larger than the handles from hoes extending from underside the cart
were attached to the large rings on the leather waist of her gear. He clipped
rings on her bracelets to rings on the wooden posts, forcing her to grab the
handles. He unhooked the dog leash. "Open up," he said, and she realized he was
fitting a bit into her mouth! It was made of rubber, so she could bite down on
it without hurting her teeth, but she couldn't close her mouth, either. Reins
led from the bridle to the cart. She felt the weight shift as he climbed into
it.
"Gidiyap!" he said, cracking a whip near her shoulders. She jerked and found the
cart didn't want to move. Straining, she didn't think she was strong enough,
then the whip cracked against her ass and she leaped forward, taking the cart
with her.
Once she got it moving, it was easier to keep it up, she found. The track ahead
of her was well marked, and she couldn't help wonder how many other poor
unfortunate girls had to endure this indignity. When they came to a turn, a jerk
of the reins indicated which path she should take. Sweat was already pouring out
of her skin. She hauled the cart for about a quarter mile, traveling roughly in
a circle near the barn, with Turk running alongside, before she was completely
exhausted. He had to keep whipping her hindquarters to keep her moving. Finally,
she collapsed into a heap in the dirt, gasping, drenched in sweat. Her bladder
let go, and she splashed urine in a puddle between her shaking legs. She felt
like a dirty animal. She waited for the whip, but it didn't come.
"Not bad for a first outing, Slut," he said from close by, causing her to jump
in fear. "Some of the girls are in such bad shape they can't go 100 yards." She
couldn't answer, so she just gasped, rivulets of sweat cutting paths through the
dust. "You can rest a minute. You almost made it over the smallest circuit,
which is about a half-mile. It won't be long until you can haul this a mile or
more. We'll go back and I'll introduce you to Thor, then you can get cleaned up
and have something to eat."
Her heart thudded in her chest as she wondered who or what Thor was and what he
wanted with her. She was too tired to think about it.
After she had regained her breath, he let her head back to the barn, although at
a much slower pace, she was grateful to see. Back inside, he unhooked the sweaty
equipment, reattached the dog leash and led the now compliant girl deeper into
the barn. He ladled water from a pail hanging from the wall and Janet drank
gratefully. Sir grabbed a hose and sprayed the sweat from the leather harness,
then sprayed the dirt off her. She enjoyed the blast of cool water. "Turn
around," he ordered, and she did, allowing the water to clean her off.
He shut off the water and pulled her over to one of the stalls. "Meet Thor," he
said. The girl gasped. Thor was a magnificent black stallion, rearing and
snorting in his stall. The man opened the gate and she could see that Thor's
stall was almost double in size of a regular one, with an object at one end that
looked to her like a pommel horse, something you'd find at a gymnastic event.
She was afraid of the beast and tried to shy away, but the man just jerked her
chain harder and led her to the apparatus. Without a word, he fastened the dog's
leash to the base of the device, which forced her head down below the level of
the top. Before she could react, he tied her hands to thick wooden dowels that
stuck out from the bottom the pommel horse, giving her something to hold onto.
Finally, he reached down and tied her legs to rings that folded up from the
cement floor that was covered in hay. Her legs were pulled wide apart.
In this position, she was bent over at the waist, her hands and feet firmly tied
so she couldn't move. She didn't realize what he was trying to do until he
reached between her legs and began to stroke her pussy, drawing fluid out of her
despite herself. Then he took a jar and smeared a scoop of slippery substance
over her hole.
Then it hit her. "NO!" she screamed, jerking at the ties, moving her ass around,
trying to get away. She felt a stinging on her already tender ass as he whipped
her with a cat-o-nine tails he pulled from one wall. She sobbed and quit moving.
He left the stall and she could see him just outside, peering in between the
slats. A small video camera appeared in one hand. He zoomed in on her torment,
grinning as he lined up the shot.
This man is sick, she thought, as she heard Thor approach her. The animal
sniffed her crotch and made an odd sound. The horse reared up suddenly and
placed his front legs on the pommel horse, just above her head. She bent down so
she could look between her legs and what she saw terrified her. Thor's cock was
semi-erect - and huge. It stuck out a good 15 inches or more from the sheath and
was rising to meet her wet pussy. She tried to wiggle her ass out of the way,
but the horse reached down and bit her on the shoulder, causing her to cry out.
The tip of his enormous tool zeroed in on her and she desperately moved again,
only to get another painful bite from Thor.
She could hear the whirring of the camera and knew that the man was getting a
big kick out of her predicament. Three times, four times, she managed to dodge
Thor, only to suffer more abuse from the beast. Her shoulder ached - she knew
she couldn't take any more bites from this powerful animal, so she gave up and
didn't move the next time his cock touched her. The slippery goo made it easy
for Thor's penis to slip into her despite his size and he began thrusting hard,
back and forth. More and more of his cock was pushed into her and all she could
do was hold on tight to the wooden pegs in front of her as her vaginal walls
were forced to the breaking point.
At first, all she felt was pain and she tried to endure it. But after a few
minutes, she was surprised to discover that her pussy had stretched out enough
so that it was no longer sore. Within minutes, she felt that same tingle that
Turk had caused in her clitoris. She looked down between her legs and watched,
fascinated, as most of Thor's huge cock disappeared into her shaved cunt.
She looked away and tried to imagine that she was being fucked by a well-endowed
man, so she could get into the feeling of the moment. She found that if she
lowered her head, his cock went into her more easily and it brought her clit
more into play. Soon she was gasping, feeling the cock stroke back and forth
against her most tender spot. Her orgasm was building, building...
Suddenly, Thor came, thrusting hard up into her womb, causing a blinding flash
throughout her body as all her circuits shorted out from the power of her
orgasm. Her womb was flooded with horse sperm, which ran out around his
softening cock and puddled onto the floor. Thor pulled off of her almost
immediately and went to the far end of the stall, ignoring her. It took several
minutes, however, for the girl to recover. Throughout, she could hear the video
camera capturing every moment of her torture that flowed into her slutty
release.
Finally, the man came in and unhooked her from the apparatus, refastened the dog
leash and led her out. She was too exhausted to do more than stagger along
behind him, her legs bowed out from her body. Her vagina ached. More of the
horse's fluid ran down her sweaty, dirty legs. He pulled her arms behind her and
refastened the rings.
"I think Thor likes you, Slut" he said as he brought her back down the stairs to
her dungeon before unhooking her. "Now, if you'd like to get cleaned up, I'll
bring you some food."
She could barely drag herself to the shower, but wanted to wash away every trace
of the horse. She was ashamed of herself for coming, especially such a powerful
orgasm. He's training me to be a real slut, she thought. Afterwards, fearful of
another beating, she dutifully shaved the stubble from her mound and alongside
both nether lips, wincing at the soreness.
He came in a few minutes later with food, as promised - a sandwich, some potato
salad and an iced tea. He set it down on a small table and indicated she should
sit on one of the two chairs. She did, then winced as her tender privates
touched the seat. He sat across from her and watched as she ate ravenously,
finishing everything in minutes. The iced tea tasted a little funny, as it
apparently was made with the well water.
"You're doing very well," he said, conversationally, as if he hadn't been
torturing her for two days. Janet just looked at him as if she was looking at a
bug.
"Position Three!" he barked and the girl just stared at him. He couldn't
possibly expect to have sex with her now! Her cunt was still gaping open and
sore.
"Please--" she began and stopped immediately when the riding crop slapped
against her breasts. Meekly, she got into position between the posts and let him
tie her ankles to each side. He pulled her ass down until it was hanging over
the edge of the bed, then went up and clipped leads from the headboard to both
wrists. She was trapped, legs spread and waiting.
She realized then that the man liked to fuck her after one of his animals had.
For some reason that turned him on. It was a very strange fetish, she thought,
yet it excited her a little as well, for reasons she couldn't fathom. He
unzipped himself and brought out his large cock, pointing it at her cleft. Her
cunt ached at first when he entered her, but after he began sliding his cock
back and forth against her clit, she found it more pleasurable than she could
have imagined. How could this be? How could she enjoy sex so much under these
terrible conditions? She watched, fascinated, as Master thrust into her
repeatedly, causing the buzzing in her vagina to grow.
The man came suddenly, unleashing her own orgasm. She felt weak.
He came around to her head, his softening cock dangling from his jeans. "Clean
me," he said and she knew she didn't dare refuse, tied up as she was. As he
leaned over her face, she took him in her mouth. The mixture of fluids didn't
cause her to gag this time, she noticed, almost glad because she was in the
wrong position to throw up.
Turk came over and began to lick her cunt. It tickled and she tried to squirm
away, but there was nothing she could do. She lay there as the dog licked her
cunt, she licked Sir's cock and tried to ignore the heat stirring within her.
The dog suddenly jumped up on the bed and placed his back legs on the edge. She
could see his penis was hard, hovering over her defenseless cunt. With one quick
stroke, he was in her. She could picture herself from afar, lying there tied up
while a dog fucked her at one end while she pleasured a man at the other. She
closed her eyes and let the strange feelings within her build. She couldn't
believe it, but she was enjoying the sensation of having her clit stimulated
while she tongued the man's cock. The dog suddenly spasmed, triggering another
small orgasm.
Sir and the dog abandoned her. "I'll see you later, Slut," he said, and left,
leaving her tied up, spread-eagle, the sperm from the man, the dog and the horse
still leaking from her body. Janet cried herself to sleep, ashamed at the way
she was behaving.
She awoke much later to find the man untying her and letting her move her aching
legs together. She scooted up onto the bed and was about to crawl under the
covers when she remembered his edict that she remain nude before him at all
times. So she waited, to see what his orders might be. He just looked at her for
a long minute, then without a word, he left. She waited until she was sure he
was gone, then got up to empty her bladder. When the stream flowed across her
cunt lips, she cried out. Wiping herself gingerly, she flushed, had another sip
of water from the jug and crawled back into bed.
