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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: CUNTHIA’S CHARM 12
Published: 06.11.2024
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 12
Before going back downstairs, Cunthia strolled over to the big bow window in her bedroom, and as she watched, the big double doors to what had to be a barn, opened. Her jaw dropped as she saw what emerged. ‘Mr. Crane spoke the truth,’ she thought, ‘he owns Equestricunts!’
A pair of naked women were harnessed to a small sulky, ridden by a naked little girl jockey who encouraged them to move by striking their bare asses hard with a long slender buggy whip! The girl’s legs were spread wide as she rode on the little cart, exposing her pretty little cuntlet to the world.
‘My God,’ she thought, ‘there are Equestricunts here! He wasn’t joking, they’re not servants, this man really owns women!” The ladies, their large breasts swaying as they moved pulling the sulky, were probably in their early twenties, and they wore slender booties that ended in a small hoof.
These forced them to run up on their tiptoes, with their heels well elevated. Cunthia had never seen anything like these, even at the fetish store, where all kinds of kinky footwear were available. Had she seen anything like these, she’d have bought them for herself.
‘Holy Fuck,’ she thought, ‘so that’s what Equestricunts are, those two naked ladies are fucking human horses!’ They were indeed. The two nudes pranced in their hoof booties, raised on their tiptoes as the special bizarre footwear forced them to be.
They looked particularly erotic, and Cunthia was interested to see they both wore horse tails emerging between their bare buttocks, from butt plugs inserted deep into their rectums. They looked spectacular! ‘Who’d have guessed a man could think up anything like this!’
As they moved away, two more naked Equestricunts emerged from the doorway, these ridden by naked young girls, who could be no older than eight, Cunthia guessed. Both wore riding boots equipped with sharp spurs, and they carried riding crops.
They put them to work, to lash the bare butts of their naked human mounts. ‘Fucking shit this is hot!’ Cunthia thought as she watched the girls ride their Equestricunts into the corral. ‘This Mr. Derek Crane is certainly someone to reckon with, owning women and little girls, and using them like this!’
Slender rows of pinholes along their outer thighs, oozing out tiny drops of blood, showed where the spurs had already been active on the naked ladies, and the nasty little female riders were just getting started. Cunthia gave them more attention. They were pretty little cuntlets, intent on harm.
Their short-riding crops were also highly active, slapping the leather flap on the end hard against the meat of the ladies upon who they were mounted. The little riders slapped them hard on their buttocks, and breasts, and even reached down between their legs to swat their cunts.
The Equestricunts wore a tight belt, and on it were a pair of posts, one for each hole of the young riders, evident when they came partially out of their twin fuck holes whenever they stood in the stirrups. Four sturdy naked women in their thirties came out behind the riders, and Cunthia pissed when she saw them.
They were held in line side by side with a ten-foot pole two inches thick run-through holes in their large breasts. Their arms had been removed, with just hollows where their armpits would normally be, as arms were of no use to the beasts of burden they had been turned into.
They were pulling a wagon by large stout chains attached to the ends of the pole, and the reins were attached to large rings in their cuntmeat that were jerked by the driver as they strained to pull the vehicle. He was also naked and sported a large raging cum-dribbling erection.
He too had a whip, this one a long snaking buggy whip that was applied liberally to the bare buttocks and backs of the harassed naked armless women. It was an incredible sight she watched through the window, the four naked ladies pulling a large farm wagon.
The driver was a boy in his late teens, who like the ladies was naked, and sporting a rigid erection. He was using a sleek buggy whip on the ladies’ bare backs to keep them moving. They too had a horse tail emerging from between their whip-welted bare buttocks.
Most impressive of all was that the two female horses on the outside of the team were several months pregnant, with impressive growth to their bulging bellies. Cunthia wondered if either of them was ready to whelp. That would be a remarkable event, should it happen as the team worked.
The young man driving the wagon did not confine his blows of the whip to their backs and buttocks, but brought it up frequently between the ladies’ thighs, to strike their pubic mounds. A lash to the cunt hurt like hell, Cunthia reasoned. She had experienced that, so understood first-hand the painful effect of such a blow.
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Cunthia knew how to make a spectacular entrance, and as she descended the grand staircase, she made an amazing show of it. Several more people had appeared, who must be guests of Mr. Crane, she assumed. The men were in formal wear, and. the women, all of them younger than her, were in similar highly revealing gowns, with at least one breast fully exposed.
As she descended the lavish staircase, those in the room below gave her their full attention. She deserved it. She lifted the front panel of her revealing gown, pulling it high and tucking it between her large breasts so that her stunningly beautiful cunt was on full display.
“Welcome to the Crane Estate,” Derek said, greeting her. “I see we had some great costumes selected for you, and I’m pleased with the one you have chosen to wear. I must say, you look outstanding in that blue rag. As I recall, the last woman to wear it also died in it.”
‘What the fuck?’ she thought, ‘What an outrageous thing for him to say!’
Instead, she said, “Thank you, Mr. Crane!”
“Some of my livestock has just been brought out of the barn,” he said, “Why don’t we go outside and inspect them? I’m sure you’ll find my cunt collection impressive.”
She was not used to being talked to as if she were a man and certainly not a voluptuous woman. That was the kind of comment she would expect him to make to a peer, not to a female guest who was also fully equipped with female genitalia, such as the crude term he used to describe his property of naked ladies.
She followed him as he led the way out to the rear of the mansion. As soon as they stepped outside, the team of four armless women with their breasts impaled by a single long yoke came to a stop in front of them. Cunthia was startled at the appearance of the ladies, standing right in front of her.
“I have a surgeon on retainer, who takes good care of any amendments I wish to make to my livestock,” Mr. Crane said as he noticed the look of amazement on Cunthia’s face, “Do you have any preference on how I might have your beautiful body altered to make it more functional?”
She was speechless. She had never imagined women being permanently altered in such a fashion, just to make them more functional in whatever way their Master and owner wished. For the first time, she noticed the women had also had their nipples enlarged, and each mamilla had a large brass ring through it.
Cunthia was startled to see up close that the women were all lactating, dripping milk from their nipples from the stimulation of the pole of a yoke piercing their breasts as they moved. Everything about the ladies that formed this team was erotic, and she gained a new respect for the man who was her host.
Somehow while she didn’t notice it happening, the group had swollen to now be made up of more than a dozen couples. They followed Mr. Derek Crane, along with the sulky, wagon and the two Equestricunts with riders, around to the side of the house.
Here they entered a beautiful garden. It had a broad lawn, was surrounded by trees, bushes and shrubs, and had a special concrete pad where there was a table set up as a bar. Beside it, a chef had set up a barbecue, where he was busy roasting delicious-smelling meat.
When she got closer, Cunthia’s heart leapt. Roasting on the grill was the eviscerated carcass of the little girl killed as entertainment on the flight here. She was the meat they were about to enjoy! She smelled so good, roasting on the open grill like that, her little cuntlet on prominent display.
Cunthia had never thought of herself as a cannibal and certainly did not now, but this was special, a treat so naughty she was going to thoroughly enjoy it, in spite of herself. Nothing was going to stop her, not even her conscience, from enjoying what was on the grill, and smelling so fucking delicious!
THE END OF CHAPTER TWELVE