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My final duty of the day is the P.M. cleanup. Being a bitch, I do not wear clothes for this. Its handy, because sometimes after cleaning a cage, its occupant wants a midnite snack. Sometimes wants to plant his seed. Don’t get me wrong. Dogs are not always full of meaty desires, but often enough. More than often enough. I push my cart down the aisle lined with cages, the lights are low and its a good time for thinking. I AM wearing some yellow green rubberised gloves, and some knee high black rubber barn boots.Those boots Madge gave them to me the When I fell into the “chocolate” She said her back was sore. I was subbing on the farm route that day and she asked me to push a wheelbarrow full of stuff up a plank onto the manure spreader for her. Sure A snap. Maybe it was a trap. The wheel barrow was almost to the top when my feet zipped back and my face went into the crap. Then we tumbled off the plank, me under the wheel barrow. Ever taste horse apples?The horse shower got me cleaned up, but my clothes were a loss. Madge promised to replace them, and so she has, but she had nothing for me to wear except the barn boots and a gunny sack. Yep That’s the way I drove home. 40 miles of back roads, dreading a break down.Madge has it in her head that I am supposed to help her make 036;10,000 to get a manure system for her barn. I was almost there when we all decided it was too dangerous, and we quit. But now she’s at it again. In her eyes, I have nothing to say. The stallion is her animal, I am Dr. Moreau’s animal, and the guest are paying well. The last time I was at her place, I agreed. I still had memories of my dunking. She showed me the stallion, and demonstrated that he had a small flair. But I worry. Is the flair sometimes small and sometimes lethal in the same horse?I bend down, let Victor out of his cage as I give it a swabbing. He prowls the hall, sniffing, snuffling and sneezing. My thoughts return to the horse. Madge showed me the infamous Spanish sling, to assure me it was in good condition, and told me the bids for stuffing the tool into me were up to 036;800, and that by a woman who, if not masked would be very well known on our local medical community. I do not know what you would call this role. I get nothing for it, but Madge did pay my tuition last year. If she only knew I could afford it. I could buy her outI was thinking about again seeing that thick black and pink hose ascending up out of me as I backed out of the pen. The show was schelduled for Friday. Tomorrow I backed out of Victor’sage, and found myslef to be Victor’s Victim.He grabbed me and started ‘talking’. Victor knew his way around. He was owned by another prominent lady of the local society. He was boarding for a couple weeks. I let my human self go as he grabbed me and pressed into me. No false starts with Victor. I felt him slide into me spreading my tender tissues. He seemed gentle, then almost tumbled me head over. But he held me. At this point I was helpless. In a couple seconds we’d be tied. I smiled and engulfed him and squeezed. In response he pressed in the lump. I pushed back and as soon as it felt lodged, I cramped down. He was filling me. I fed on it. I plugged myself afterwards as I found this a nourishment. It seemed to make me more female than just my natural human hormones, and his smell would exude thru my skin for days. By the time they began to wear off, I would have been stoked up again. It soothed me and made me feel powerful. The stallion’s load left me angry and snappy. Is this where werewolf lagends arose. I really felt doggish. Now his soft furry belly was resting along my back, and I thought of his beautiful mistress. What if she knew hew as washing his spear in a pig like me?Hope you like itRose, with love
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Comment by hilltopper — 16, 2005 @ 11:39 pm
Thanks Hilltopper More Fantazy? Or is it?A scenario was set for last nite. The paying customers would be interacting to a greater extent than ever before, each paying well for their roles. They were assured that no humans would be involved. With a wink.I was turned over to Madge after supper. I only had a little water and a mouthful of Science Diet. After a muscle relaxant was injected deep into the lips on both sides of my vagina, Dr. Amy Moreau walked me to the front door of the old farmhouse and as it opened, a soft hood was pulled over my head, and my hands were cuffed behind me. I was walked up a stairs and the cuffs were attached to a hook in the wall. This was not a play. It was the real thing. Amy owed Madge, Amy owned me, and my participation was the payment. Madge pulled my silly heeled boots off. I stood there for a long time. I heard Amy’s truck leave, and then long silences. I shifted from foot to foot. Once someone looked in at me, then went downstairs again. Then the sound of a car, murmurs of conversatation as another car arrived. A raised voice said, OK Ok masks down, and laughter as the voices trailed off.More cars arrived and more murmers. I could not make out the words.A sudden female voice spoke softly, and I jumped and moaned as I had not heard anyone approach. “Are you afraid?” A hand touched my cheek. “I think I would be.” Yes, I was afraid. Now I sensed a second person approach. My belt was opened and my jeans pulled down. Then my pants, my panties, were dragged down and off me. I whimpered with the roughness. Someone tried to get my cuffs off the hook, but could not. There was curses and Madge was called. A whispered discussion and then the male said “perhaps thats for the best”. A leash was attached to my collar and the cuffs were taken off, I was yanked up onto my toes by the leash, while the woman removed my denim shirt. I was not wearing a bra. How could I? I have six teats The man said, “See They said it was not a human.” The woman seemed to purr” No, its not human, but its interesting.” The man said “She smells interesting” The woman, “That’s the smell of fear.”Standing nude in a hanged position, half suffocated, I was scared, indeed. I had no control at all. Somehing She was putting thi hi stockings on my legs Yes I had worn those before with the horses. I think the horses did not notice, but it seemed a send up for the spectators. It seems she spent an unnecessarily long time smoothing them. Then the hig heeled dress boots were wrestled onto my feet. It was like being hobble. I could not easily get them off and I could not even walk fast in them. They did not bother to talk to me, but all of my teats were fondled and pinched. Straps were locked around the insteps so I could not get them off now. “Let’s go” Said male voice. “Wait. I paid for this.” The woman’s lips closed on one of my lower nipples, caused my legs to convulse upwards. Those nipples were extremely sensitive. But as a result I now was lowered enuff to plant both feet (heeled) on the floor. I was teetering, but standing. So My male assailant was not so tall. He fooled around with my pussy and announced it was flabby and nothing special, and asked his partner if she wanted some of what he had. A bit of nastiness went back and forth, then they each put a hand under and arm and half dragged me downstairs.Then I was released as the familiar see thru plastic rain jacket was put on me. I recognised it by feel. I did not do anything. It was done to me. Now strong male hands lifted me and carried me thru the darkness to the barn. Before I was taken into the stable, The woman said, “Wait. she needs a little lipstick.” My hood was removed and in the dim light I awaited the greasy application. But she kneeled and daubed my nether lips, then stood, smiling behind her mask, and coated her own lips. I began shaking, and wanted to call out, but the robed and masked figures around me were too silent and sinister. I was propelled into the Stable, where 4 masked women grabbed me and walked me to the Spanish sling. For some silly reason, I noticed they were wearing the same kind of high heeld boots as I. Then I glanced around. With the men, it was the same. The thot of those boots grasping their hairy shins gave me a jolt. Were they also wearing nylons like mine? Were the men’s Legs shaved?The women laid me in the sling. One leaned forward and whispered. “Struggle” So I lurched and threw 2 of them back and tried to get up. Another woman hurled herself on me and the velcro straps were fastened around my arms, wrist and my spread thighs and ankles while I bucked and hissed.The Bastards stood back, applauding and pouring Champagne.Soon it will begin, my dears.Hope you like it. Do you?With love, Rose
Comment by Rose1 — 17, 2005 @ 4:28 am
The chatting and sipping continued, but it was somewhat muted. For the moment I was the centerpiece The robed, masked wraiths, all showing high heeled women’s boots beneath their robes stepped up. My 6 breasts were a big attraction. But they were oh So sensitive Like electrical shocks when sucked, and once all six were being sucked at once. I was trying to scream but could only convulse within my straps, making a scratchy sound. More corks popped. “The best is yet to come” Everyone giggled at the double entendr, and repeated it like children chanting on a playground.Then the floor actually began to shake as a stallion was led up and positioned aside me. A canvas sling was fitted under his belly and ratcheted up by the spectators, thus taking up his weight and more of less imobilizing him. It turned into a Chinese fire drill of sliding my sling under him and snaking the ropes and pulleys around. They were attached to other rigging already in place. Then I felt myself levitate. I tried to struggle, but my arms were pinioned to the sling. My boots were trapped onto me, and they were strapped to stirrups disappearing up the sides of the underbelly of the stud.Someone poured some champagne on me. “Stop Pig” I looked up along my legs, encased in the lace top thigh highs disappearing into boots. I turned my head to a side and hoarsely asked a man beside me to raise his robe. He jerked upright, and said “what?” “Raise your skirt.” “Its not actually a skirt. Its a silk robe” But now everyone was yelling and laughing. “Raise it Raise your skirts” So demurely. So coquetishly, he raised his skirt, higher and higher, revealing the high heeled ladiy’s boots that were tightly clasping his legs, then the lace top Thi His appeared, followed by hairy hip and a bare crotch. sporting an extended purple erection. Now, all of the spectators, both the men and women were chanting and all holding the skirts of their robes high, thrusting their hips at me. It gave me a surge of power to see all those ercet cocks.In time the episode ran its course , so hands siezed ropes and I was slowly drawn up against the horses abdomen. ” We’re supposed to rub her to and fro” They pushed my body back and forth under the horse. This soon caused him to drop his cock. Gasps and ohhs went up. They cringed back, and I was lowered. All was still.A matronly figure stepped forward. She seemed to flow snoothely towards me. This is how death approaches, I thot. She delicately and gingerly grasped the cockwith bright red enameled finger nails, began to feed it into me. She stuffed it with both hands, eventually. It was in only a couple inches, but I could feel the stallion quicken. “Raise the animal a little, I think.” I was raised about 2 inches, cramming the cock deper. That was enuff for now It was like a root growing down into me. A scarf was laid over my face and pictures were taken. Then the scarf was removed and several came up and kissed and slobbered on my face. The man whom I had challenged to raise the skirt of his robe vengefully thrust his steel hard prick in my face. “Do you want a closer look, animal?” A ladies richly ringed hand grabbed it and drew him back.I looked up between my legs. I could see the end of the huge horse cock disappear into me. I was helpless and stretched but yearning for more. At least a little. What a sight That huge black and pink mottled sleek hose disappearing up into me. Just don’t flair I had a long ride ahead of me yet tonite To be continued.Please leave your commentsWith love, Rose.
Comment by Rose1 — 17, 2005 @ 7:37 pm
Getting better and better Rose1,you have a great mind for these stories love them ty hun.
Comment by hilltopper — 17, 2005 @ 8:11 pm
Thank you, Hilltopper. I can oicture you standing there, pudgy, hidden in the robe, trying to fel my experience.BTW You should not call a Hungarian a Hun. There are no Huns anymore. They are gone with the winds of time, long before the present Hungarians arrived. They call their country Magyarozag, and call themselves Magyars. But its OK. I will take that to be a misprint for HON. Hugs and stuff, Rose
Comment by Rose1 — 18, 2005 @ 12:37 am
Thank you
Comment by jacojaco — 18, 2005 @ 3:37 pm