CUNTHIA’S CHARM 13 by Regis

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Feature Writer: Regis

Feature Title: CUNTHIA’S CHARM 13

Published: 11.12.2024

Story Codes: Young Ones, Abuse, Bestiality, Snuff

Synopsis: Alan and Cunthia had met in college, shared an interest in abnormal sex, and after marriage, developed friendships with people who were also interested in pushing their sexual boundaries. He became incredibly wealthy and developed an interest in little girls. She became known as Cunthia and became jealous of his fancy for fucking little girls. He divorced her when they were both fifty-two, bought her a home on the far side of the county in Los Angeles, and left her to pursue her interests. She did exactly that, in spades. She moved from wild parties to joining a group that held sessions with dire outcomes, and attended secret club shows where the outcome for a naked beauty, from twenty-five down to age seven, was a violent entertainment killing. She thought she had died and gone to Heaven, although it much more resembled Hell.

Cunthia’s Charm 13

After enjoying a sumptuous meal with the group of Mr. Derek Crane’s guests on the beautiful garden lawn, featuring the perfectly roasted meat of the little girl who had been killed aboard the flight to the Crane Estate, Mr. Crane took Cunthia aside and complimented her, telling her he was very pleased with her, and found her to be a strikingly charming specimen of a woman.

She had used not only her strong urge to test her sexuality in every possible way, but he also had found her sexual charm to be a definite asset. It had got her into the top of society, where the most decadent, depraved sexual activities were to be found. What he said to her next she found shocking.

“I have special plans for you, you gorgeous cunt” he said, “and they’re going to go into effect right now. I am going to make you my newest Equestricunt!” There was no need for her to wait any longer, as a pair of stable workers seized her by the arms, and all of the guests turned to see the action.

They all appeared to know this was what to expect, and she was also surprised they all appeared to be pleased. The men ripped the minimal blue gown off her, leaving her naked, except for the spike heeled shoes. She screamed as they pulled off the necklace and bracelets she wore. She was now totally nude.

The men next clamped a steel collar onto her neck, anklets to her ankles and cuffs to her wrists. They then removed her heels. Without thinking, she stood up on her toes, as the Equestricunts she had seen earlier had done, although they wore hoof boots that forced them to stand tall. She was doing so by her very nature.

Now the men stood facing her, one in front and the other behind, thrust their rigid penises up into her cunt and her anus, and began giving her the kind of action she craved as they gave her a dual power fuck. They took their time, and were cheered on by the men and women in attendance, who were clearly turned on by the impromptu double rape.

“You’ve seen many of my collection of Equestricunts, ladies and gentlemen,” Mr. Crane said as the men, having given her a thorough dose of semen in both portals, withdrew their still-ejaculating cocks from her now reddened fuck holes, “but I thought you might enjoy watching the process as a woman is being converted to an Equestricunt.”

Cunthia was shocked, not at being naked and raped in front of these people, but at what her host was saying. He was stealing her humanity to make her into another Equestricunt! She was to no longer be a person, but would now become a possession of this incredible woman-owner!

She would no longer be a known as a lady, but instead a thing to be owned, and at some time ahead to be disposed of, in whatever manner he chose. She had never thought of herself as being reduced to being just property. Cunthia had to admit to herself that she found the concept interesting.

Mr. Derek Crane was a perfectionist, and selected only the prime females to enter his herd. He maintained standards of excellence that ranked among the best in the society that possessed and held females as naked animals, including the naked little girls, who were their aggressive whip-equipped jockeys.

Cunthia stood tall, proud of her remarkable body, all of it dully displayed at its best. They had taken away her high heels, that greatly enhanced her appearance, but she raised up on her toes, looking like a real cougar, her breasts remarkably firm for her age, and the ringed nipples standing out and pointing.

She knew from the stares she always drew that she was in every way a cougar, a very sexy feline human who by her appearance would make a man’s penis rise and, as he watched her move, usually wearing a fox tail in her colon when she moved, he would require no assistance to ejaculate.

Cunthia thought of her overt sexuality as her charm. She had come so far since leaving the security of her group of friends to explore the full range of her sexuality. She had fucked some of the most powerful men in the country, and had been fucked by some of the most virulent studs in America.

She had even joined this special party to feast on the perfectly prepared flesh of another human, the little girl killed on the flight here. That had been the most outrageous thing she had ever done. Now she was taking an extra step, and was making the most exciting and stimulatingly decadent transitions imaginable.

Cunthia was about o become nothing more than a horse, a mere possession, an Equestricunt, a human horse. Her clit quivered at the thought, and she began to experience an orgasm from the excitement of it. Derek Crane was now going to be her Master and owner, assuming complete control of her!

One of the men lifted her while the other put onto her feet the incredible hoof booties she saw the other Equestricunts wear. When lowered, she was startled at how far they required her foot to arch, to stand on her tiptoes, just to maintain balance. This posture pushed her butt back, enhanced the muscles of her great legs, significantly enhanced her physical charm!

How sexy did she look now that she had her hoof booties? A glance at the others watching her told her. She was a fucking star, much more beautiful than any of the other Equestricunts, at least in her own eyes. At her age she was more mature than the others, most of them in their teens, but age was a relative thing.

What was important was that she was a gorgeous, highly voluptuous cunt, and could fuck alongside the best of them. She didn’t know if Equestricunts ever had the chance to fuck, but if she had male handlers, she was certain her sexuality would carry her into frequent copulation and fornication experiences.

The guests formed a circle around their host, the two male handlers and the newest Equestricunt in Dereck Crane’s stable. One of the men held Cunthia’s head from behind as the other put a bridle into her mouth, with an uncomfortable tongue depressor and reins attached to it.

The reins were then crossed, and threaded through the rings through her nipples, so that pulling on them would tug not only at her breasts, but also at her cheeks and tongue depressor. She would have to learn to respond to having her breasts pulled, but with the reins anchored in the bit in her mouth, she would get signals there as well.

One of the men then thrust a post with a horsehair tail on it into her anus, so that the tail emerged from between her bare buttocks. Cunthia was used to wearing a tail, and found it made her feel like she was a real animal. The only inconvenience was that it blocked her ability to shit with it in place.

Now a leather belt was cinched around her waist. On the back of it were a six-inch and eight-inch posts, the second being longer and slenderer than the other. The group parted to allow entry to the ring of another handler, this one bringing with him a naked seven-year-old girl, who carried a riding crop in her hand.

Cunthia’s little jockey had her hair done in a ponytail, as did Cunthia. The naked little girl was lifted and placed onto her minimal saddle, the two posts running into her anus and cuntlet, to hold her in place. She wore only cowboy boots, fitted with those dreaded sharp spurs.

The nude child proved to be highly experienced, as most of Mr. Crane’s little girl jockeys were, and was ready to give Cunthia a thorough workout for the guests, demonstrating what it was like for a woman to become a human horse, taking a whipping and the raking of sharp spurs on her flesh.

The guests parted again, this time to make room for Cunthia to move out of the ring as her naked little jockey lashed her bare ass with the whip and raked her spurs painfully down the side of her thighs. A row of tiny red dots appeared along the path the spurs had travelled. This was what Equestricunts must expect.
 
THE END OF CHAPTER THIRTEEN