From the day I was sold, cold, naked, and alone for $5,000, I was told what I would be. There was no mystery, and no debate. I was told point-blank off the block: in 3 weeks I would be mounted by a horse.
Disclaimer: This story contains, slavery, coercion, mentions of rape, and beastiality
From the day I was sold, cold, naked, and alone for $5,000, I was told what I would be. There was no mystery, and no debate. I was told point-blank off the block: in 3 weeks I would be mounted by a horse.
Numbed by the weeks of starving, countless rapes, and the sale itself, I shrugged off the words. After being fed, cleaned, and allowed to rest for two full days, like really rest, the words actually processed in my mind. “A fucking horse!” I could be heard muttering around several times that first conscious day.
Then later on, relaxing in my room, an actual room, a woman came in. Kind eyes, pale white skin, and a harsh-looking leather uniform. It clung tight to her figure and had a zipper in the front of the crotch. “My name is Sadie. I’m going to be your trainer.”
“My trainer?” I asked when I was a stupid, naive little puppy. The woman stared at me with a cute little smile, no malice in her eyes.
“Yes, we would like for you to service the ordeal, in 3 weeks.” My body shivered hearing her bring that up.
“Oh, the horse thing, uhm, survive? Do they normally… do women not survive?” My voice caught while asking the series of questions to my new trainer. She went through and bluntly explained the mortality risk of being mounted by such a large cock. The end of the conversation seared itself into my brain, as she gave me a walking example of what survival looked like.
With a smile, the woman touched the floor with her fingers, then unzipped her crotch. Staring back at me was a mutilated ring of flesh, puffed out and looking like a large collection of chewed gum. She giggled when I screamed out profanities. “I’m sorry that wasn’t nice of me. But you… is that after… did you take a horse?”
Still talking to me from the floor, she explained to me that their team had a four-competition max. After four, it was the contestant’s job to train the next competitor to take her spot, then she was free to leave. Then she told me I needed to see what survival felt like. She demonstrated how to hold my hand, and I placed the tips of my fingers in the center of her ring.
Without lube, the loose flesh stretched around my knuckles, looking more like a rubber band stretching to its natural position. Her insides felt warm and naturally slimy. Without having to put any real force into the hole, it swallowed my wrist. “Deeper.” A throaty moan whimpered out. Initially I felt a tiny bit of resistance, but working with the curves in her bowel, they fit loosely around my hand like a worn-out glove. A harsh moan came from the woman as I felt the first ounce of pressure squeeze around my forearm.
Still nothing like I would have expected being inside a raw, meaty flesh tunnel. It was more like putting my hand in an old gym sock. The feeling was there, but it wasn’t trying to strangle you. As she screamed for more, I could actually feel resistance on my knuckles again.
When I pushed past the bend of my elbow, I moved myself with her contours, but with a deep forceful groan that shot through my body, she sank back onto my arm. This forced my hand into the depths of her bowels. The muscles finally squeezed tight against my hand as her body started to seize. She rocked back and forth. My arm was completely engulfed before I finally felt her tunnel snap shut. A gush of cum shot to the floor from her pussy. Droplets flew upwards from the floor, showering me in a light bitter mist.
Her tunnel started pushing me out. Hearing her gasp, my arm slowly slithered out of her. My arousal at the obscene, degrading sight caused me to reach out and roughly massage her pulsating cunt. The warmth on both hands twisted my brain, but resisting the urge to thrust back in, I continued removing my arm from her asshole. I watched sickly as her ring collapsed back to a swollen clump of red, angry flesh. When my fingers finally fell free from the hole, the cold air hit the slimy coating and found my own breath labored, hornier than I had ever been at that point.
The image of her standing back up, her pale face a dark crimson with mascara trailing down the contours of her cheeks, haunted my dreams. The dreams I woke up wet from, the ones where my asshole ached and throbbed from emptiness after a day of training. Where my pussy begged for attention, being all but forgotten. Sadie told me the first day in the barn that our pussies were for babies, but our assholes were for them. Reaching under her racehorse, she lovingly stroked his cock. Like an old lover, there was something intimate about it.
She told me that I would meet mine three days before the competition. When I asked her what kind of competition it was, her face looked a little sad.
“We don’t learn what it is until we get there. No one does. All we know is the team chooses the hole, the competitor, and the horse.” Her hand ran up my back to comfort me. My next question still made me shudder and made my face turn red.
“Okay, so I’m assuming we do a lot of stretches, like… the kind that makes… my… back there, like… yours, but what about… like being… you know… raped? No one’s touched me.” I remembered the look of pure terror on her face, like I had just told her I was going to eat her soul. Apparently being raped was so far removed from horse fucking that she was actually shocked I would ask that.
“Oh sweetheart! We are a team. No one is going to touch you like that unless you want it. Well, I guess let me rephrase that.” She stood there for a moment pondering her words. “Okay, so anal stretching will be like running laps. No one on the team wants to do it, but come game day, you will be glad you did. Now as far as someone grabbing you and using your body as an object for themselves, that will absolutely never happen, and if it does… they end up in a hole.” I remembered the look of a memory flashing on her face when she said that last sentence, but true to her word, I had been “conditioned.” My pleas to stop may have been rejected and met with shouts of encouragement, but I had actually never felt violated since my arrival.
Now I stand bound tight, my arms fastened to a breeding station above my head, and my hips thrust back, standing on bent knees. “Today will be your first fisting, Bella. I know it’s going to hurt, but you’ve got this! This is honestly the hardest part.”
Going through my breathing exercises, I feel four fingers press into my hole slowly. With a twisting motion, Sadie comfortably gets me back to this morning’s progress. My ring pulses against her knuckles as I feel my chest tighten. “I’m okay, just keep going.” Closing my eyes, I focus on relaxing. Getting the next milestone, letting my body accomplish what I know it can.
I feel my ring finally stretch around the first bump of her hand. It’s swallowed the first four knuckles, and now I just need the last bump. Her thumb causes the most pain going in; every time it’s almost impossible. She squirts one more glob of lube on her hand, being careful not to lose progress. I feel her hand spin in my tight hole, then my breathing fails as she shoves her hand in. My asshole snaps shut around her small wrist and her fist balls inside of me in one fluid motion.
My voice catches in my throat. I can’t scream, beg, or even moan. The noise that escapes is a low guttural grunt. “I know, sweetheart, I know it hurts! We’re in this together. Be strong!” With her other hand she pets my hair. The long blonde strands flowing down to the swell of my back. Her hand starts to gently push deeper and pull back out. Thrusting, but not for pleasure—for a workout. I feel every inch of her in my bowels. Her hand is like a fire in my belly, something I want to push out, but now that it’s in, it feels so fucking good. Every time she opens her hand or thrusts into me, a stream of piss hits the dirt.
“Please fuck me! Don’t work me, use me please!” My emotions are high and I hear her breath hitch. A gasp, an uncomfortable sound, like I said something wrong.
“I can’t, but someone can. I’m going to pull out, okay?” She rubs my back roughly as she quickly but gently pulls her fist to her knuckles and tells me to relax myself. Before I get a chance, I feel her punch back into me. My breath gets stuck in my throat once more. After what feels like 100 thrusts, but probably closer to 20, she removes her hand. “Okay, now that’s an impressive gape! You did good. Now you said you want sex? Let me grab someone.”
My chest heaves irregularly while she talks. I can’t even find words to say until she’s been gone for a few minutes. My body is soaked with sweat, dripping off me and making the leather under me slick, and my asshole throbs and aches so badly. It’s the anticipation. I feel incomplete and unfinished. I just need something, anything inside me. “Alright Bella, this little guy is Scott. He will be your first partner.” She walks the tiny pony around the breeding stand. A smile turns on my face as I see the happy guy.
“Hi Scott! I need you, buddy!” Sadie leaves the pony standing in front of me. He shakes his head and lets out an exaggerated grunt.
“He likes you,” Sadie says from behind me, between metal clicking into place. “Alright, so for your first mount, I will handle the cock. You just relax and enjoy the ride. He’s just a pony, but he still packs a huge punch.” She applies another generous amount of lube on and inside my hole. Another moan escapes my lips, this time just pleasure, feeling an unknown number of fingers push inside of me. Familiar, not forced, but pleasant.
“Do you like my big hole, Sadie?” I shake my ass for her. I hear a small giggle from the cute woman as she walks in front of me.
“You’re cute, but you’re not my type.” She pokes my nose, but her eyes tell me something different. Leaving the conversation there, she walks Scott behind me. His hooves clanking against the metal shoes make me shudder; the heat from his belly radiates onto my back. “Alright, just relax. I’m going to get him started for you.” I can hear a slight hint of arousal in her words.
I hear the wet sounds of her getting him prepared, then the hot throbbing mass touches my hole. I hear a whinny coming from his throat, and I feel Sadie rubbing the flared tip around my hole. The pleasure is like nothing I’ve ever felt. The heat alone mixed with the size is incredible, but my confidence shatters, feeling the head press against my hole.
“Alright, this is the worst part. Just breathe, deep steady breaths. You’ll be alright, Bella.” One slimy hand runs up my leg while she talks me through my panic attack.
“It’s so big! I can feel him stretching me. It’s too much!” I start shaking my head back and forth as his hips push into me. “No, can we just… tomorrow… I can—” my brain breaks. His flare breaks through my hole. The pressure from his hips drives the cock halfway in. A searing pain shoots up my body, and my hole clamps shut around the pony’s cock. With an open mouth I try to scream, but my vocal cords won’t comply. Sadie leaves the pony and comes around.
Left unattended, he begins to thrust powerfully into my guts. She puts her hands on my face. “Look at me! I know! I know it’s a lot. You’re doing great.” My voice returns, and I let out a deep groan feeling the flare pull almost entirely out. My hole pulls back and the pressure is too much. I push hard trying to get him out. My eyes shut and my teeth clench. My jaw is tight, then he pushes past all of my muscles with an unnatural force.
“FUCK!!!!” Sadie’s hands go to my tits, my body going limp on my arms. My shoulders holding the weight. I rock back and forth on his cock. He gets into a rhythm and Sadie pinches hard on my nipples. The erotic pain is enough to start to switch the feeling.
My body is getting used to the stretch, the full feeling, and when her lips go to my neck, I’m invested. “Please finish me. Please.” I whisper into her ear. Her hand goes to my clit and starts to rub it. Every inch of the pony’s cock is a new sensation, faster and faster his flared head moves my insides to pleasure himself.
He lets out a loud snort. “Get ready, Bella!” Sadie yells, and they both pick up the speed. He goes wild and she matches his speed on my clit. My mouth falls open, breathless again, choking sounds escape, but that’s it. My eyes are fixed on nothing, open, gazing in a blurry haze. An animalistic cry crawls out of my throat when I finally clamp down on his throbbing cock. He pushes in deep. I feel his balls slap against my cunt lips, and I squirt all over the dirt, making a thick muddy paste that my toes sink into.
“That’s it, Bella, you did amazing!” Pride is laced in the words. I rest my head on her back, worn out, until I bite into her skin feeling the beast pull out. “Harder. Bite harder, as much as you need!” She screams a painful sound. I taste metal biting down, transferring everything I feel into this woman, my only friend. When the beast finally is free, I hear thick liquid plop to the puddle beneath me. When I’m finally released on wobbly legs, I look at the thick puddle of sludge under me. The mud is a creamy chocolate color.
Reaching back, I can feel the folds of my ass slightly poking out from a hole that hasn’t closed yet. I run my finger around and my knees buckle. So many emotions rush into my body. I finally collapse on the ground. I feel the cold liquid filth squelch against my hole, and the sound and squishy wet sensation push me towards release. With a couple hard circles on my clit, my body is washed over with a full earth-shattering orgasm, sending my body into total darkness.
Falling over, my head resting in Sadie’s lap, I close my eyes and I smile. “You did great, Bella!” I feel a hand stroke my hair as I fall asleep in the mud.