HOW LITTLE EMMA SUCKED OFF A HORSE AND FOUND GOD

How little Emma sucked off a horse and found god

For many weeks, little fifteen year old Emma, with her droopy, pear-shaped titties, tried staying in the background and well out of sight of Kelle and Seana — the depraved mistresses of Stoneyplace Farm. She performed every sick sex act she was ordered to perform, of course (the consequences for disobedience were unimaginable) but she finally knew one day she had to escape or literally die in that sexual hell.

Emma’s mind had been made sick with the endless, daily dog rapes of young women she had seen and herself undergone; and by the piss parties they all had to engage in. She was revolted by having to suck endlessly on dog cocks as the mistresses laughed and fingered each other, giggling at the abuse.

There was never a moment, even at night, when someone wasn’t screaming, or begging to cum, or being whipped mercilessly. In the rooms and hallways young girls would be quietly sucking on Doberman’s cocks or the long, thin dicks of greyhounds, feeling their heavy balls and demanding their copious jizz.

Most of the girls really loved their service, once broken in, loved Stoneyplace, and the unending sucking on dog dick and each other’s pussies day and night; not just by the slaves, but by the insatiable mistresses as well. There was some weird unholy fixation at that farm, not just on hairy pussies, but on semen. The thought of horses were, for Emma, the worst.

One day, as a large Labrador’s penis was buried into her as far as her cervix, humping her obscenely and spurting its jizz as she sobbed in pain, she realized she would either go psychotic, or she would have to get out—get out past the ever-present male groundskeepers. She knew she could not tell anyone what she was planning, and that she must keep doing the sex acts demanded of her as if she truly liked them.

One of the girls, Trudy, was quite lovely, with a long luxuriant bush that made her a favorite of the mistresses. Her armpits were thick with the same blonde hair, and in the showers and lavish mirrored dressing rooms where the slaves put on their make-up before being fucked, Trudy could always be seen proudly brushing out her muff and armpits to excite Seana and Kelle.

Hair was required at Stoneyplace—if you had hair you were “more” like the animals that screwed you. The logic was—if you looked like you were a beast with hair or fur, then you were a true bitch. You rutted, you mated, you were “fit” for being bred to the animals which Seana and Kelle adored.

Part of Emma envied Trudy. Her breasts were almost a D size and swung around obscenely underneath her whenever a large male dog was slamming into her, cervix-deep, from behind. She could deep-throat a Dane’s prick without gagging. And she loved sucking off horses, scooping up pools of their slime from her tummy after being drenched in their whitish-yellowish, gamey jizz. At fifteen Trudy had no innocence left. She seemed to live for cock. Animal cock, the best kind.

So Emma and Trudy were a study in contrasts. Emma had small breasts and obeyed because of obligation, kidnapped and sold off from loving parents. Trudy was the estate’s premier achievement, with a huge muff and big tits. For her, animal husbandry was a daily joy, not a task. Unlike Emma, Trudy loved animal cock. If she was having trouble sucking both testicles of a dog into her mouth she would gentle him by stroking and smoothing his flanks as he lay on his side, and use her slim white fingers to carefully push the dog’s ball sack into her mouth.

Then she would nurse on it, frowning and licking and sucking—for a full hour sometimes, as the animal lay stretched out to his full length on the floor, huge pink tongue slobbering. Slowly, of course, the gentle, incremental stimulation caused the beast’s magnificent boner to grow—first its darling pink tip would poke out of his sheath, then more and more of the red en-veined shaft. Finally the aroused animal would lift its head, and Trudy would look up at his wonderful profile, and his gorgeous dick, as she lay with her cheek on her lord’s belly, sucking and drooling and licking his furry, sopping, wet balls.

This was a total oral experience for the girl, and for the dog. At fifteen, Trudy could pull more cum out of an animal than anyone else at Stoneyplace. The mistresses adored her lust, and cultivated it. She was ordered to sleep all night with Seana and Kelle more often than any of the other girls on the estate, always with the largest of animals at their disposal. She accepted being whipped by the sisters, she accepted drinking their floods of piss, and, more darkly, a man was sometimes seen going into the chamber, and he would beat Trudy hard — so that, next morning, the young girl would be covered with actual bruises, welts and whip-marks — but never enough to violate her beauty. She was being trained as a true pain-whore.

As it happened, Emma and Trudy one day ended up working together in a sex scene of considerable depravity. Seana ad Kelle met them in the stables — a musty, dark enclave of stamping stallions and sleek polo ponies — with hay chaff and oat dust floating in slants of sunlight. The men of the place, who were still there and being allowed to watch (without taking part), had tethered Grayson, an impetuous three-year old stallion, in the middle of the floor, and given him a rick of oats to eat—he was munching them quietly and deliberately.

His legs had been quietly secured — the stallion didn’t realize he couldn’t really move more than a few inches nor shift his weight so as to be a danger during the sex acts which were planned. When Emma and Trudy arrived — naked, except for their boots—and wearing dog collars of obedience — Seana handed Trudy a large strap-on dildo of flexible black rubber and told her to put it on. Trudy stepped into the webbed waist-harness, and the dong hung down obscenely, her cunt-hairs sprouting out above and below the long, intimidating, thick shaft. Emma stared at the dong uncomfortably.

“Don’t look at it!” snapped Kelle, “There’s nothing for you to know yet!”

Emma just wanted to get through this, praying all this preparation and ritual wouldn’t end up being unbearable. She was being used alongside the three most freaky women at Stoneyplace Farm.

“Crouch down! Emma, Trudy — look at the horse’s balls! Judge their weight. Now, girls, lean in carefully and heft them. Good, Emma. Like that! Now, pull on the fuckers. Squeeze them lightly. Smooth them. That’s good. Yes, Trudy, keep them snug in your palm. Touch them like that. Grayson always gives soooo much good seed to his grateful mares. His semen always makes fine your stallions. Now, Trudy — lean in and lick. Lick his balls. Mmmmm … yes good. You too Emma. Kneel side-by-side — Emma, let’s have you go ‘round, and lick his wonderful ballsack from the other side. Oh-my-god, look! His dick is protruding!! Trudy, your own black penis is bouncing, it’s happy too! It needs a tight hole!

“Oh yes Mistresses. I want to fuck so bad! With this long thick cock you endowed me with.”

“Keep licking. Grayson likes it. I can tell. Now suck on his ball sack with your open mouths. Spit on it. That’s it, girls. Slobber on the horse balls you useless, fucking bitches. Worship them! And their cum!”

The men off to the side laughed softly at the unfolding scene. They wanted to rape Trudy so badly, but they knew these slaves were lesbian property — a useless waste of good pussy in their eyes.

Grayson’s sperm sack was covered in the same soft beguiling down as his lovely nose, and his magnificent balls were a good deal larger than actual softballs. The sack, as the girls stimulated him, involuntarily hiked up toward his round belly and he snuffed and whinnied his pleasure, blowing oat chaff with growing arousal, turning his head to watch, neighing and swishing his plumed white tail. The slaves hefted those marvelous balls, the slaves licked them enthusiastically — even Emma was horny — horny at the thought of the sheer amount of sperm the animal “had” to pump out.

Any sane girl loves eating sperm-loads — human or animal. True, the sex slaves at Stoneyplace were chosen as lesbian — but they still were delirious for cock, the stiff, pounding fucking of animal cock — and the draining of animal dicks for their (the animal’s) pleasure. Here they were slaves — useless until filled, their pleasure forever indirect. The girls at Stoneyplace were not offerings to men — but they offerings to animal cocks, and cocks in general, cocks like the incredible, bored Grayson allowed them to suck on.

As the girls licked, and as Grayson quietly and mechanically munched his oats, his muscular coal-black penis began to emerge quietly and automatically, inch by incredible foot, under the sport of pure instinct and the girl’s pure stimulation. The bitch’s mouths, of course, might just as easily have been more efficient vacuum suction tubes — certainly Grayson the stallion wouldn’t have cared. One of the reasons Seana and Kelle had established Stoneyplace was to teach very young women just how worthless they really are — to break them, use them up, and then sell them off into a life in the sex trade.

Girls even as promising as Trudy were, in the end, recyclable holes — cavities — usually reserved for men, but always for someone. In this case, the slave girls (unlike a slave boy, with his beautiful penis) were worth less even than a horse — because a horse, like a boy, has a penis and can breed pussy. One of the two — Emma — was about to have her young fifteen-year-old mouth stuffed with horse dick. The horse-cock before her was growing nice and rigid for this purpose. Seana and Kelle understood — deep in her rebellious heart, that Emma was still unbroken. Her will was intact. This made her a rebel.

“The is the best part!” giggled Trudy, “Oh-my-god, horse-cock is the best. Look at that thing! Look at that motherfucker. That fucker ain’t human!”

“Work the dick Trudy,” ordered Seana, “Make that fucker cum loads for your friend. Emma, on your knees, little whore of God. Start sucking. Get as much of your small mouth around the prick head as you can. My sister and I are to flog the fuck out of your hide while you do. Understand you worthless cunt? Your pain is beloved of undying God, who sits in brood over all such mares who are offered to dicks!”

Trudy’s strap-on jiggled as she smoothed and rubbed and petted the bored and indifferent Grayson’s three-foot dick. The lovely girl was visibly excited by the size, by the unimaginable presence of the cock as she began furiously massaging it with both palms. Grayson’s penis was completely black, a three-foot ebony shaft resembling some unimaginably large African-American’s man’s dong. There were ripples of veins in the smooth slimy surface, and the shaft ended in a knob crinkled with small bumps that fed into a depthless round hole with a small white knob at the center. Emma grabbed the cock just behind the head, licking it obscenely with her tongue, dragging her pink mouth-member in broad strokes across the horse’s piss-slot.

Emma’s hands, compared to the dark prick-meat, looked tiny—actually the whore-bitch of God Himself could not get both her palms around the tube. As Trudy swore and stroked and milked the shaft, yelling at Emma to stick some of the shaft into her mouth, Emma, there on her knees, sensed her flogging would soon begin. Seana and Kelle were going to beat her as she pleasured the horse; but only Kelle and Seana knew the floggers they were going to use on the supplicant girl were not the usual floggers used for most of flagellants.

They were actual Roman floggers, studded with bits of iron. Emma’s planned abuse would be unnaturally bloody and violent. And why (Emma thought) did Trudy wear that huge strap-on? Who would be fucked with it? Surely she herself would be its victim. And why was everything centering on her, Emma thought desperately. She tried to please, didn’t she? All she knew was she hated them all.

“Suck it!” Trudy kept yelling, over and over, her breasts flying, the strap-on swinging.

She yelled and spit on Emma.

“Suck it for the Lord, bitch!” she kept screaming.

Her strap-on bobbed and bobbed revoltingly as she rubbed the horse-cock desperately. She had to get the sperm out to please the two perverted sisters. They all needed to see the sperm pump out of that ungodly meat into the reluctant little tramp’s gulping mouth.

Emma sucked and nursed on the tip of the three-foot dick till her lips were sore. She stuck her tongue deep into the horse’s tiny prick-hole. Oh my fucking God, she thought desperately, he’s gonna cum! But just then she heard a terrific swish and crack, as the first whipping struck her shoulders and back, almost knocking her sideways. Emma shrieked and shrieked from the pain. She could feel the blood running down. She screamed again, and again with the blows. Seana and Kelle were working her in rotation—striking her shoulders, flanks, back and the exposed sides of her small breasts as she twisted away.

“Keep sucking!” they all shouted at her, “Suck the horse’s cock for God! God wants you to eat horse spunk!”

The young girl screamed bloody murder. Blood and lines and deep welts appeared on her back and her flanks, just from the first few passes. Her mind could not clear it. In just one minute she was sweating and sobbing and her vision was blurring. She begged and begged and sucked.

“But I am sucking on God’s cock! I want to suck on God’s hairy dick!”

Emma put her head back and shrieked, hoping they would stop whipping her. Maybe she really thought God and the horse were the same by this point. Her mind was fogged with pain, blood and dick.

The two depraved, naked sisters, tits swinging obscenely, hairy pussies dripping juice, kept beating little Emma’s sides and flanks mercilessly, and the sides of her breasts, as before. Then Seana threw down her flogger impatiently while Kelle continued the intense flagellation. She collared Emma’s head in her elbow, holding the frantic, protesting, delirious girl’s mouth right on up to the horse’s cock.

“Pump harder you stupid bitch! Get his cum out!” the hysterical woman cried to Trudy.

Trudy worked the horse’s shaft expertly, frigging it furiously now, then began a hard, steady squeezing action down toward its black tip. It worked. The animal stamped a back foot involuntarily and a dribble of thick, white paste of horse sperm flooded young Emma’s mouth so she could taste it. She choked and spit as everyone present started masturbating with excitement.

Then, suddenly, a huge load of seed bolted out of the horse and flooded the sexually abused girl’s mouth as she spat and choked and wretched. Emma tried to cry out, but kept coughing on the sperm as the hot white jizz literally poured over her drowned face and lips and matted hair and down over her breasts and nipples and heaving belly.

Seana struggled to keep young Emma’s mouth and face in line with the horse’s shooting penis, to get as much semen to coat the girl as possible. Now Emma, covered with grassy-smelling horse sperm, had an actual psychotic breakdown. She started screaming like a madwoman, shrieking again and again, and leapt up and started running around, waving her arms and scraping her slimy skin and hairy female parts, crying,

“Oh God, get the slime off me!! Don’t make me mate with God anymore! His prick … His prick … I’m a slut. I’m God’s Whore now. Oh-my-god, I’m fifteen and I sucked off God! I ate His spunk!”

Then they grabbed her and held the bitch face-down on the dirty floor and Trudy straddled her ass, strap-on sticking out pert and lively for a good grinding fuck. As Trudy sodomized her, Emma had a wild look in her eyes and kept chuckling like maybe a demon had got hold of her. Emma couldn’t stop cumming.

THE END