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Animal Attraction

Chapter 5

Animal Attraction-5

Chapter 5


	One day, about six months after she had been captured, the man walked into
her cell and told her, "You're free to go, if you wish, Slut."

	She just stared at him, uncomprehendingly. "Go?" she whispered.

	"Yes, you can just walk down the driveway to the road and catch a ride into
town." He dropped her clothes in front of her. She had been without clothes for
so long, the garments looked tight and uncomfortable.

	"What do you mean? Go? Just like that?"

	"Yes," he paused. "I only ask that you not turn me in."

	Freedom! She couldn't believe it. Yet she didn't know how to react. Was it a
trick? Was this something I really want?

	"You probably should take off the clamps before you get dressed."

	Slut looked down at herself and felt a sense of loss as she unclipped the
silver grips and the weights. Already her pussy and tits ached, as if they
missed the stimulation. She was still wearing the little half-ounce weight on
her clit ring. "Do I have to take this off, too?" she asked.

	"No," Sir told her. "That's yours to keep. Here, a little something for you
to take along. Kind of a going-away present." He handed her a small canteen of
water. She knew it was his special water. "Of course, you will no longer have
access to our water after this runs out."

	"Th-thanks," she stuttered, picked up her clothes and headed for the door.
"I'll have Turk follow you to make sure you get to the road OK," he called after
her and Turk followed her up the stairs, making no move to stop her. She
couldn't believe this was happening! She would see her parents soon! Of course,
she knew that they'd make her go to the police.

	Slut walked down the long driveway, unsure if she was doing the right thing.
Her clothes were still bunched up under one arm - she thought she'd better put
them on before she got out into civilization. Stopping, she pulled out her old
bra and tried to fasten it around her. Even though the clasp was in the front,
she couldn't get it around her breasts. She didn't understand at first, then
realized her breasts had somehow grown in the last few months. Perhaps another
advantage of the mysterious drug? Discarding the bra, she tried to put on her
blouse, only to discover it also was too small to fit easily around her breasts.
Have they grown that large, she wondered? She couldn't very well catch a ride
with her tits hanging out, now could she? She would have to hold the front
together.

	Slut shook out her underwear and slipped them on. They felt strange after
being naked for so long. Her enlarged lips protested when she pulled the cotton
tight against her, negating the effect of the clit ring. She looked at the jeans
and wished she had been wearing a skirt when she was kidnapped - then she could
just toss the panties along with the bra. She stood there, pants in one hand,
thinking about how to handle this for a moment. Maybe she'll just walk for a
little while without her clothes. Yes, that would be good. She removed her
panties and blouse, then bunched them up with the pants and carried them,
enjoying the breeze against her pussy, the tiny weight swinging.

	She was already thirsty, but she didn't want to drink any of the water until
she was well away from the ranch. It was hard not to-it was so hot out here! She
walked along the drive, which snaked through the trees. Turk trotted alongside,
tongue hanging out. She felt sorry for him.

	"OK, Turk, I'll give you a little of this. Just a little, OK?"

	She stopped to let him lap some water from the canteen and in response, Turk
thrust his nose into her naked crotch. "Well, now I've done it - I probably
shouldn't've let you drink it after all." She eyed his semi-erect penis and
pursed her lips. "Well, OK, one last time."

	Slut decided if she was going to help Turk out, it wouldn't hurt to have a
sip herself, so she could really enjoy the experience. She took a tentative sip,
then another before dropping to her knees, head resting on her hands, facing
away from the dog. He mounted her immediately and began making that low growl
that turned her on. She could feel the heat from her pussy being filled as he
thrust into her again and again. The knot rubbed against her clit. When he came,
she gasped along with him, accidentally sucking in some road dust. Of course,
she had to drink another sip to get the taste of dust out of her mouth.

	She sat there on the hot, dirty driveway, with Turk's sperm leaking out of
her and wondered if the horses would miss her. Well, since she was leaving, it
wouldn't hurt to give them each one last session with their favorite slut,
right?

	She took another sip, then returned along the driveway, skirting the house
and heading directly for the barn. She would be embarrassed to have Sir catch
her coming back to fuck the horses when she knew she should be getting out of
Dodge. Slut sneaked into the deserted barn and entered Thor's stall. He reared
his head up immediately when he smelled her and pushed her toward the pommel
horse. She got into position, her ass up high as Thor mounted her and thrust his
cock into her almost at once. She could take him easily now and she couldn't
even remember how hard it was the first time. She found herself missing her
nipple clips and their swinging weights. She noted that the weighted clit ring
hung uselessly from her in this position. She wondered if she could find a tiny
clamp that would allow her to hang the small weight directly from her clit. Then
she realized this would be the last time with the animals. As he pounded away at
her, she reached between her legs with her left hand and stroked her clitoris,
which was sticking out obscenely between her enlarged lips. Slut came twice
before Thor emptied himself into her.

	Taking another swig of her canteen, she led the now-docile Thor out of the
stall and tied him across the way, then went down to Challenger's stall and
brought him into her love nest. He sniffed her and snorted loudly, as if
complaining about getting sloppy seconds. That didn't stop him from mounting her
quickly, however, once she bent over against the apparatus. Challenger thrust
mightily at her until they both erupted.

	She was putting Challenger back when she noticed another stall, at the far
end of the barn, that she hadn't paid attention to before. She went to it and
saw another beautiful black stallion. The name on the plaque out front said,
"Satan." His stall was also oversized and she wondered why the man had never
introduced her to this horse. Instead of a pommel horse, Slut noticed, there was
a narrow padded platform that was raised about two-and-a-half feet off the
ground and lay at a slight incline, head up. At the head end there were padded
bars for his forelegs. She could visualize that if she were to lie face up on
it, her cunt would be just the right height for the horse. She had never tried
it this way before and it intrigued her. It would allow her clit ring to
stimulate her as well.

	Just outside the stall, the video camera had been mounted to a tripod,
focused on the bench. A note was attached: "Please turn on camera before
entering stall." Hah! So Master had expected me to come back here and to try out
Satan! Slut stood outside, wondering if she should do it. She rocked back and
forth, letting the tiny clit ring bounce against her while she decided. It
didn't take much of that to convince her. She turned on the camera.

	Taking another swig from the canteen, Slut climbed into the stall and
touched the horse on its withers. He jumped and whinnied and sniffed the air.
Then he pushed her toward the platform. When she got closer, she could see there
were open clasps for her wrists and ankles to position herself. The ankle clasps
pulled her legs far apart, the better to accept the horse. She lay down and put
her limbs in the proper spots and waited for Satan to approach.

	As he did, she heard a series of "clicks" and realized the clasps had
automatically closed over her wrists and ankles, trapping her. She struggled for
a moment, but then Satan was on her, his legs over the bars. Slut looked down
between her large breasts and was shocked to see the size of Satan's cock
sticking out from his sheath. It was huge! It was larger than either
Challenger's or Thor's. Without preamble, Satan thrust into her, filling her
immediately and stretching her like she hadn't been since the first day she
arrived.

	Slut struggled, feeling a little panicked, and was startled to feel a squirt
of something against her half-open mouth. She looked up and spotted a small
spigot that apparently had moved into position when the clasps closed. About
once a minute, a squirt of water came out of the spigot into her mouth. She
drank it gratefully, and felt her pussy expanding to accommodate Satan's huge
member. He was fully in her now. He fucked her and fucked her as she drank sips
of water every few minutes, wondering when he might be finished with her. He was
truly insatiable. After about twenty minutes, he bellowed suddenly and came. She
came in a massive eruption as well and passed out.

	When she came too a few minutes later, Satan was still inside her. He began
moving again. At first, she was too sore to appreciate his attention and tried
to squirm away. Of course, there was nowhere to go. He was persistent and soon
she felt the stirrings of desire renewed in her. That shocked her. Slut felt his
cock stiffen within her. Surely, this horse couldn't be ready again so soon!
"Oh, no. Satan. No!" But it was no use. The horse began to thrust at her in
earnest.

	An hour later, when the man and his dog walked into the barn, he paused
outside the horse stall and looked at the scene within. Satan was pounding away
at the girl for probably the third time, he guessed. She lay limply on the
platform, water drooling out of her mouth. Between her legs was a puddle of
spunk and pee and more was spread from her thighs to her chest. She groaned,
semi-conscious.

	"Well, gee, Turk, I let Slut go and she comes back to take on Satan.
Whodathunkit? I guess she really doesn't want to leave us."

	Slut heard his voice and opened her eyes, struggling against her bonds.
"Please, help, Sir," she whispered. "Make him stop. Untie me."

	"Oh, I don't dare interrupt Satan," he replied. "He gets really angry when
people do that. That's why you have to be secured. If you tried to leave, he
would probably attack you. Don't worry, he'll wear out soon enough. I'll come
back later and check on you. Bye now!" Her hoarse cries echoed down the corridor
after him.

	Forty-five minutes later, the man switched off the image from the
remote-controlled camera, satisfied that Satan had finally had enough. He had
watched the entire episode from the beginning, as he had anticipated that the
girl would return. In fact, he had counted on it.

	He had gotten the stallion from a stud farm that had paid a high price for
him before they discovered his disturbing propensity. The horse refused to be
artificially stimulated, like so many were today, forced to ejaculate into
horse-sized condoms. Instead, he made it clear that he would only accept the
real thing - a so-called "live cover."

	Some owners of mares actually preferred that, so Satan - not his name at the
time - was advertised as an excellent "live cover" mate and soon enough, a woman
brought a mare in for him. It turned out to be a disaster. Once Satan mounted
her, he wouldn't quit. He pounded away at the poor mare for more than an hour,
coming at least three times. In between, he'd rest his large cock inside her and
fight off any attempts by handlers to break them apart. Afraid their actions
could hurt the mare, they were forced to let Satan have his way. When he finally
pulled free, the mare and its owner were both traumatized. Satan was banned from
live covers and was seriously considered for destruction. When Sir heard about
the horse, he had to have him. Because of the notoriety, the farm was only too
happy to sell him for a song.

	This was the first time the man had seen Satan in action. He knew he'd be
playing that tape over and over. Entering the stall, he stood for a moment and
looked at her cunt. It was stretched out so wide he could probably slide the fat
end of a baseball bat up her. He unclamped the poor girl and helped her up. Slut
couldn't walk, so he carried her from the stall. Satan ignored them, happy to
just eat his hay.

	Sir left her alone for two full days. He made sure she had plenty of drugged
water to drink, which would ease her pain and speed her recovery. Sir had to
admit he felt a little guilty. Sure, he had set her up to take on Satan, knowing
that drinking the water would stimulate her and make her realize that she
couldn't live without the drug. He had a feeling that she would want one more
go-around with the horses, and just left Satan there to see if her curiosity
would get the better of her. Knowing the horse's reputation, he actually felt
too guilty to ask her to try Satan.

	Finally, he entered her cell and waved her back when she jumped up to stand
at attention. "No, no," he said. "You've been through a lot, Slut. You may sit
back on the bed."

	"No, actually, I'm fine," she replied. "Really. In fact, I've been wanting
to ask you if I could have my clips back."

	Smiling, he pulled the kits from his pocket. "I thought you might, but I
didn't want to rush you, after your experience with Satan. I didn't know just
how long he would fuck you."

	"That's OK. It was my decision," she said, hurrying to apply the clamps on
her aching nipples and cunt lips. "I'll know what to expect the next time I try
him."



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