Felicity has been tricked and strapped into a bespoke harness. Things are going to go well for her
She cried for a few minutes. At some point, another woman entered the room. She was red-headed, cute, stocky, and dressed in denim dungarees. She was wearing three silver pendants on chains of different lengths so that they hung in a vertical row: a horse, a dog, and a pig. The horse wasn’t quite the same as the one hanging from Felicity’s neck, but it was clearly the work of the same artist. They all were.
“Hi!” said the red-head, in a friendly voice. “I’m Jack. I’m here to get you ready for the rest of the evening. It’s tough to explain everything in the time we’ve got available, so I’ll start with the most important thing: you’re going to be fucked by a horse. You can think about it as rape, but it’s complicated. The horse isn’t even going to think about whether you want to fucked. It’s going to be led into a room with your wet cunt, and nature is going to take its course.”
Jack walked up to Felicity and started to take measurements with a tape measure. She continued her monologue as she worked. “The horse who’s going to fuck you is called Galahad. He’s enthusiastic. I’ve fucked him a few times and he’s always very proactive. I’m taking your measurements to make sure he won’t crush you. We estimated the numbers before you got here, but we’re pros. Galahad’s trained to jump up onto those little platforms to either side of you when he mounts. I’ll adjust their height to make be absolutely sure he doesn’t put any more weight on you than you can take. There’s some other things I’ll be tweaking too, but that’s the main one.
“I’m also going to set up a fucking machine to get your cunt ready,” Jack chattered on, as she fussed around Felicity taking measurement and making adjustments. Her cheerful tone was like someone discussing their holiday plans. “It may seem like just another humiliation, but it’s for your own good, trust me. Galahad’s cock is only average for a horse, but that’s still twenty inches. You need to get stretched out in advance. Or not stretched out, that’s misleading, but your vaginal canal can adjust itself to accommodate a big lover.
“Whatever happens, Galahad won’t be able to get it all in, but he’ll try his best, and there’s no sugar-coating it, it’s going to hurt. Try to enjoy the experience as much as you can though. The more you fight it, the worse it will be. I’m going to spread your legs now. Here we go.”
Jack pulled apart the two platforms Felicity was kneeling on and they pivoted outwards with a smooth swinging motion, opening her legs and offering full access to her vagina. Then Jack swung something upwards into the gap.
“The fucking machine is integrated into the harness,” Jack explained. “It’s really clever design. There’s even an automated lube dispenser above the dildo” She slid the apparatus forward and Felicity felt something hard pressing against her vagina. There was the sound of a switch being flicked and Felicity felt cold liquid squirt between her legs – presumably the lube Jack had mentioned. Then the hardness began to push into her in a series of short, gentle, insistent strokes.
“The machine is programmed to fuck you harder and deeper as time passes,” Jack explained. “The dildo gets thicker towards the base, so as it goes deeper it will open you up wider and wider. Remember that this is all preparation. Think sexy thoughts for the best effect. Who knows? You might even enjoy horse fucking. I know I do! I’ve got some other things to do now, but I’ll be in and out. Have fun!”
Having fun and thinking sexy thoughts were not things Felicity was currently capable of. Her body might have been completely immobilised, but her mind was a whirling, ineffectual clamour of terror and despair. During Jack’s monologue rivers of tears had been running down her face, dripping from her chin and leaving wet speckles on the carpet. For several minutes her world shrank down to nothing more than crying and the feeling of the unseen machine slowly, mechanically violating her. Every thirty or forty seconds it applied another squirt of cold lube.
Eventually, she started to become used to her situation; awareness returned. She had some limited freedom to move her head and look around. Jack had set up three professional looking video cameras on tripods around her and was busy fussing with a fourth. Meanwhile, two young women – or maybe ‘girls’ would be a more appropriate word – carried in a round table. One was petite, dressed in a white dress embroidered with pink hearts, and had brown, pixie-cut hair. The other was slightly taller and slightly fuller-figured, but still obviously very young. She had a blonde ponytail and she wore a blue dress with a silver pendant in the shape of a dog.
The two young women bustled in and out, bringing in chairs, laying a table cloth, putting out cutlery and lighting candles. Meanwhile, Jack set up one more camera directly in front of Felicity and a row of television screens just to one side. Then she pressed the ‘on’ button on one of the televisions and the whole set-up came to life. The screens lit up and suddenly Felicity could see herself from five different angles, tied into a harness and being fucked by a machine with a conical dildo. The dildo was immense. It was going faster and harder than when it had started, but it wasn’t going into her even halfway, and its base was very wide indeed. The front camera was providing a close-up of Felicity’s face – beautiful, tear-streaked, gagged with a leather cord and wide-eyed with fresh fear.
The table was set up on the other side of the front camera to the screens. Felicity knew silver service when she saw it. This was a table prepared for fine dining at its best and most exclusive. Even as she took in this detail, soft string-quartet music began to play in the room. Jack left and the two young women waited by the table. Jessica and Felicity’s client, ‘The Master’, came in. Both were stunning. Jessica had on a long, black dress, slit to the waist and scandalously scant around her full breasts. The Master wore a tuxedo so perfect it made James Bond look like a cheap knock-off. Approaching the women who had laid the table, they spoke to them briefly, then Jessica spat in the face of the young woman with the blonde ponytail and the dog pendant. The woman flinched briefly but quickly recovered, then bobbed a respectful curtsy and left with the spit still on her face. The petite woman in the heart-embroidered dress pulled out the chairs for Jessica and then the Master to sit down. The fucking machine has sped up significantly. Felicity could feel it opening her up wider and wider.
The woman in the heart-embroidered dress poured wine for Jessica and The Master and then left. The couple – and they obviously were a couple – sipped the wine and smiled at one another with obvious fondness. Then The Master looked over at Felicity and said something. Jessica laughed appreciatively.
Everything about this date was perfect. The couple’s outfits, the silver service… the calculated insult was not lost on Felicity. The date she had been on with The Master had been perfunctory, dialled in. He had made the minimum effort to get her to go along with him. To him and Jessica, she was cheap, and he wanted her to know that. Even as she was thinking this the girl in the heart-embroidered dress returned and served them what looked like an absolutely sumptuous steak. Felicity remembered that the Master hadn’t bothered to eat much of his meal with her. He’d always known that he had something better planned at home.
It was ridiculous that she was worried by these details given that she was going to be raped by a horse soon, but she couldn’t help herself. The Master was demonstrating that he understood her, he knew how she thought and what she cared about, and he was using that understanding to insult and demean her. That he had paid such scrupulous attention to such petty details made everything worse. She was being deliberately and systematically violated in body, mind and spirit.
The girl in the heart-embroidered dress was saying something to The Master, who reached over and ruffled her pixie hair like a proud father. Then he pulled her head down to whisper something in her ear. As he spoke, his other hand roughly groped the girl’s breast. After he released her she smiled happily and bobbed two curtsies, one to The Master and another to Jessica. Then she left.
The machine fucking Felicity was driving into her hard now, and it hurt like hell. She could see on the cameras how her vagina was opening and closing around it obscenely as it penetrated her again and again and again, from narrow tip to its thick base, wide as a baby’s head. On the other side of the room to the door where everyone had been going in and out, tall double doors opened to briefly reveal the grounds outside. Jack entered, leading a muscular brown stallion with a huge, erect cock bobbing beneath it.
Felicity had never made a study of horses – they’d never interested her – so this was the first time she’d ever really looked at a horse’s cock. It horrified her. It’s wrinkled, brown and pink girth terminated in a flared black tip that was literally inhuman. The thought of this thing being put inside her made her want to vomit, not because of its intimidating size, but simply because she found it revolting. The adrenaline and fear pulsing through her was suddenly overwhelmed by a wave of pure disgust. She did not want this. She could never, ever, possibly want this.
Jack led the horse towards her. Jessica and The Master were watching with polite interest while daintily eating their steak with their silver cutlery. The fucking machine suddenly stopped and withdrew from Felicity. She hadn’t even really been aware of the racket it had been making until it stopped, but suddenly the room was filled with nothing more than quiet string quartet music and the sound of her own wretched sobs.
She watched on the screens as Jack led the horse around behind her and folded down the fucking machine into the base of the harness. Jack led the horse to stand between Felicity’s legs, then she moved down its flank, stroking it lovingly as she went. She knelt and brought up the flared head of the horse’s cock to her mouth, masturbating it with her hands while licking around its hideous, flared tip with every sign of enjoyment. Felicity had thought the cock was already fully erect, but she saw it lengthen and harden as Jack ministered to it.
Then Jack stood up, still holding the horse’s cock in one hand. She patted it on the flank and gave a short grunt of encouragement: “Hup!” It reared up behind Felicity, tottering forwards on its hind legs. Its front hooves landed on platforms to either side of her as Jack guided its cock to the gaping hole the fucking machine had forced open.
“Good boy Galahad,” cooed Jack. “That’s a good boy.”
Galahad hopped forward. Felicity watched helplessly on the screens, seeing the horse’s ugly member penetrate her from multiple angles. Its girth was not as much as the machine’s, but, it was a very long cock. Additionally, the carefully calculated mounting position still put a lot of the horse’s hot, sweaty weight directly on top of her lower back. She being was filled from within and crushed from above. Galahad pushed further forwards and she felt the flared cock grind against her cervix. Jack had been right. There was no way the whole thing would fit into her. For a scrap of moment the feeling was almost pleasurable. Then Galahad began fucking her in earnest and Felicity knew a brand new type of pain, a battering ram smashing into the very heart of her. She screamed into her gag.
Jack had come around beside her and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I know,” she said. “It’s like losing your virginity all over again, isn’t it? Remember to try to enjoy it.” Then she planted a loving little kiss on Felicity’s cheek.
The girl in the embroidered dress had brought in a bottle of dessert wine, and she poured two glasses for The Master and , who had finished their meal. Then she stood beside them and the three of watched as Felicity lived through a nightmare she never could have imagined a few hours ago. had her hand in The Master’s lap under the table and gently masturbating him through his trousers.
Galahad drove himself into Felicity with unrestrained ferocity. Felicity had thought the machine fucking her was an ordeal, but the horse’s red hot dick was fucking her far harder and far faster. The pain had stopped coming in hammer blows and had become a relentless ache. Jack was holding Galahad’s rein and encouraging both of them in the same, syrupy, patronising voice. “Good boy,” she said, gently patting the horse’s side. “Good girl,” she said, stroking Felicity’s hair. “There’s a good girl. Such a good girl.”
Finally, Galahad gave a last, violent jerk and cum exploded into Felicity, squirting out around the edges of her vagina and running down her legs. The horse’s cock twitched three or four times, pumping even more liquid into her overflowing sex each time. Then he clumsily dismounted, his softening cock still ejaculating, dribbling runny semen onto the floor. Jack took hold of his rein and led him away. “Good boy,” Felicity heard her saying to him as they left. “That’s my good boy”. Felicity felt two voids inside her: one very literal, her empty snatch finally free from violation; one figurative, a terrible, dirty void of despair and self-loathing where once she had a sense of self-respect.
Jessica, The Master and the girl in the heart-embroidered dress were approaching Felicity. They were all holding hands. “Shall I do it now Daddy?” asked the girl. The Master, who was more than a head taller than the girl, smiled down at her with parental warmth.
“Hang on Jellybean,” he said. “I just need to bring the whore’s face down to the right height.” He fiddled with the apparatus and suddenly Felicity was tilted forwards, bringing her face down level with his crotch. It was obvious even through his thick, tailored trousers that he had a large erection. Felicity could still feel the horse cum running down her thighs. It still hurt inside of her.
“Alright Jellybean,” said The Master, “Why don’t you take me out and give me a little kiss?”
The girl enthusiastically undid his belt and unzipped his fly, bringing out his erection, a big one – for a human. She planted a dainty kiss on its tip, and for a moment her lips were connected to his cock by a thin strand of glittering precum. The strand broke, and she licked her lips. Then she put out her small tongue and licked the precum out of the eye of his penis too.
“Now Jellybean,” the master admonished her sternly. “My cum isn’t for you right now. We need to finish decorating this whore. Now aim me for her face and go at an even pace. Slow and steady wins the race.”
“Yes Daddy,” said the girl, and began to masturbate him with a look of intense concentration on her face.
“God I love you,” said to The Master.
“I love you too,” he said. “I love both of you.” And with that he drew into a long, deep kiss. It lasted a long time, and the girl who called him Daddy carried on masturbating him all the while. As a result, he wasn’t even looking at Felicity when he came on her face.
The Master broke his kiss a few seconds later, and after tucking a stray strand of dark hair behind ’s ear he glanced down at Jessica. “OK, everyone take a couple of steps back,” he said. “We’ve revealed the whore’s true nature. Let’s give her a few seconds to look at herself.”
The three of them backed off a little and watched her expectantly. She looked up and saw herself on the screens: her disarrayed hair, cum glistening on her face and horse cum drying between her thighs. Her red, horse-fucked vagina – no. Her cunt. Her dirty cunt. There was nothing left of Felicity to break. She was nothing but the ruined body she saw on the screens. In the moment she realised it she saw The Master smile. It was like he could see the last part of her dying.
“OK,” he said. “I think she understands her place now. It’s long past your bedtime Jellybean, so you run upstairs and brush your teeth. I’ll be up in a little while to put in your butt plug and tuck you in. You can read until then.”
The girl bobbed one more curtsy to the Master and left the room. The Master and Jessica walked back over to Felicity.
“I can’t believe you kissed this filthy bitch,” grumbled Jessica.
“It was a spur of the moment thing,” he replied. “She was pretty enough when she was still human. Obviously I’m not going to touch her now she’s dirty. Anyway, she was starting to get cold feet. I needed to distract her.”
“Well, as long as your cock is only for me,” said Jessica.
“Can’t say that it is,” said The Master. “You know the Jellybean is itching to have her cherry popped”.
“Oh obviously I don’t mind sharing you with her,” said Jessica quickly. “Especially as long as she keeps eating out my pussy. That girl’s tongue is a once in a generation talent.”
“It really is,” he replied. Anyway, shall we finish dominating this whore?”
“Yes, let’s” Jessica agreed.
The Master used the harness to tilt Felicity back up and looked her in the eye. “OK whore,” he said. “The night’s entertainment is finished with. You’ve done your job adequately, so it’s time for a quick debrief before you go. First: I know Jessica’s already explained to you that we’ve hacked your email, bribed your friend, and threatened her into the bargain. You should also know that we have several good friends placed very highly in the police force. I personally held down the head of the local commissioner’s daughter the first time he came down her throat. In summary, after you leave, there will be no route for you to seek redress for everything we’ve done to you. We are rich, powerful and influential and you are an insignificant speck of shit who gets fucked by horses. We win. You lose.
“Secondly, we have excellent footage of everything that’s happened tonight. It will be edited into a high quality video and sold to a number of private individuals, but it won’t be released into the public domain unless you try to cross us or disobey our orders. Remember that we can read all of your correspondence. Imagine what would happen if footage from this evening was sent to every one of your clients and prospective clients. They would all know what you are and your business would dry up. Now imagine the footage being sent to your family. This represents the first and the mildest of a number of threats that we now pose to you. Accordingly, you will do everything we say from now on. You should always assume that no matter how bad we are making things for you, we can always make them much worse.
“When you leave here, you will be allowed to resume your ordinary, everyday life as a cunt for hire. It amuses us to know that men who believe themselves to be hiring a high class prostitute are actually being cucked by a horse. However, to remind you of what you are and who you answer to you will wear your horse pendant for the rest of your life. You will never take it off – not in bed, not in the shower, not ever. We will have people check that you are following this rule. You will not ever see them. You should assume you are always being watched. The pendant will remind you of that too.
“Even with the pendant, in a couple of months’ time all of this will start to seem like a bad dream. You will start to recover. You will once again know self-respect and the capacity for happiness. Life will start to seem ordinary again. That’s when we will contact you again and you will return here to earn your dog pendant. You will come back to us of your own free will, because you understand that it’s what’s best for you, it’s what you deserve, and if you run away from it things will be worse for you in the long run. Jessica, would you be so good as to conclude?”
“Of course, Sir,” said Jessica. “Look bitch, The Master here likes psychological control and all the jazz, but I’m not that complicated, so here’s a simple threat: if you cross us, if you disobey us, if do anything other than exactly what we want, I will subject you to torture that begins with me pushing needles through your tits and gets worse from there. I will enjoy torturing you a lot. I really want to put needles in your tits.
“In a second I’m going to ungag you and release you from your harness. You’re not going to whimper or cry or beg. You’re going to stand up, you’re going to look The Master in the eye, and then you’re going to say: ‘Thank you Sir. This has been the best night of my life. I love you.’ Then you’re going to leave by the front door. There’ll be a car outside to take you home. Don’t clean the cum off your face; let the driver see what you are. You can clean up when you’re home.
“Here we go. Don’t disappoint me.”
Jessica once more produced the sheers that she’d used to cut off Felicity’s underwear. She cut through the leather cord that was holding Felicity’s ruined panties in her mouth. She pulled the panties out of Felicity’s pants and handed them to The Master. Felicity stayed silent while Jessica undid the straps holding her down, then she half climbed, half fell from the harness.
Standing unsteadily, ruined and naked except for drying cum and a silver horse pendant, she looked at The Master with dead eyes.
“Thank you Sir,” she said. “This has been the best night of my life. I love you”