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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Megan's Ordeal - 3 by Megan (serenity_meg2000@yahoo.com) *** I find the depravity of my captor turns me into a willing participant, a junkie for the high his depraved games brings but when a classmate is entered into the fray, a power struggle ensues, and I find the old saying "you can never go home again" stands very true. (Mff, nc, rp, f/beast, foot-fetish, v, sn) *** I awoke for the umpteenth time. My cunny was sore and I was exhausted and confused. I had been down in my small cramped hole for days, maybe weeks, for time had lost all meaning to me. I was only fifteen and at first an unwilling participant, but that had changed. I found myself longing for the depravity my black host offered. I was still mixed up about the whole thing. I sill cried myself to sleep, only to wake and find some new form of depravity and humiliation waiting for me. I had been raped and fucked and no longer cared. But I did long for it. And that was the horrible truth of it. I hated myself for wanting it. I had experienced mind blowing orgasms, and like any junkie, I was always looking for the next high. I had lost myself to it, wiling to do nearly anything… I stared at the hatch, waiting for it to open. My room smelled heavily of sex. I remained covered in sweat, cum, and saliva. It was the ultimate in depravity. Perhaps I had received my "breaking" and had given in to the way things were. I had stopped fighting. The hatch finally swung open, the ladder descended, but the dogs did not come. Instead, the black man, whom I never asked his name, came down from above. He seemed little and insignificant. Yes, he was the orchestrator of my current situation, but I viewed him as little more than a ticket puncher. He let me get on the rides and that is all he was to me. He smiled and put the collar around my neck, and led me on a short leash. Truth was, I had turned things around. In keeping me a victim of his rapes and demented games, he was getting off on the power it gave him. His games were becoming more desperate and perverse, and I was starting to enjoy the next ever better than the last. I was hungry for it. He brought me up, and ordered me to lie down on a rubber mat. I did. Above me, hoses dangled above me and extended up into the ceiling. "Had these made especially for you. There are several horses on the grounds. Balls are heavy and full of sperm, but I think they'd likely kill you. But these hoses feed off a pressure system and I've been collecting their cum from an artificial inseminator. It feeds directly to these hoses." The black man told me. "I have another treat however. One you may not have anticipated." He attached one of my small wrists to a chain extending from a small block of concrete. "I'll be right back." He left and I pondered the thought of so much cum drowning me. It sounded ridiculous, but then, so did most of what I had done here. When the man came back, he was driving a small, dilapidated forklift, carrying a large garden tub. He set it down beneath the hoses next to me. He undid my bindings and ordered me into the tub. I started to when I realized the tub wasn't empty. Janice had been my classmate and although we weren't the closest, I still called her friend. She had been with a search party looking for me for days. When the police called it off, she had not and carried on the search herself. She had carried the search door to door, and eventually landed here. When the black man realized she was alone, he simply took her as well. And now, here she was. Janice lay in the bottom of the tub, clean, and bare naked. Her wrists and ankles were bound. I wasn't a lesbian. Had not ever thought of that as being a preference, but there, staring at her naked presence, eyes closed in gentle sleep, perhaps drugged as I had been. She looked so beautiful. I wanted to kiss her. Wondered what her lips felt like touching mine. I ran my fingers through her dark hair. She moaned and I instantly felt myself getting wet. She parted her legs, and my eyes traced down from her breasts to her belly, to the cleft where her legs came together. Bare. Hairless like mine. I bit my bottom lip. She stirred, eyes creeping open, then shot wide awake. "Megan!" She yelled. The old man cackled. "Keep her quiet. I'll get the machines ready." He said, then added, "Don't try anything foolish girls." I nodded. "What's going on?" Janice asked, looking at me confused. I drew closer to her. "Janice your going to have to trust me." I whispered as I cut the bindings holding her ankles. I didn't cut her wrists bonds yet. I continued. "He gets his kicks out of control over you. Over making us suffer. It doesn't have to be unpleasant. So just go with it. Turn the tables on him ok?" I added, holding her in my arms. She was petite also, tiny buds of breasts. She looked at me with fear. It felt nice to have her soft skin against mine. "What is he going to do?" I didn't want to tell her everything. "I dunno. He's getting drastic. Whatever happens, don't let him get to you, though." I held her hand and she kissed my fingers. It was soft and wet. We heard machines come on nearby and a gentle fwoosh as air started through the hoses. Warm horse cum started through the hoses. It was thick and there was a ton of it. Soon, the tub was full and both of us were covered literally from head to toe. Our hair was matted back. I told Janice not to let any get in her eyes. "What is this?" She asked. "You really wanna know?" I asked back. Her face peeled back in a look of utter disgust. The old man returned. "Ok. Clean her up." He ordered, cock in hand stroking earnestly. Deep down, I grinned but didn't let Janice see. I took her leg and held it up to my mouth, licking along her inner thigh, the inside of her knee, along her calf, to her ankle. I kissed it and looked at her. She had shut her eyes. I licked along the heel to the arch of her foot kissing licking sucking. Cleaning the horse cum off her. It was very warm. The taste was hard to describe, but suffice to say it was distinctively "horse". I licked and kissed the ball of her foot, then sucked each toe into my mouth, one at a time, savoring her. I started on the other leg working back to her foot and felt her shiver. She opened her eyes and looked at me. She extended her leg foot against my mouth as I kissed and licked her other foot. The black man had stopped stroking. His cock had gone limp. I smiled sucking her toes like they were miniature cocks. She moaned. "Feels good." She said. I sucked, swirling my tongue around her toes. Kissing back along her legs, spreading her legs, raising up out of the goo. I cupped her ass in my hands and kissed her naked vagina, easing my tongue inside her, licking all over as she mover her bound hands over my head running through my cum soaked hair. I licked her all over, lost in the moment lost in her. She ground her hips against my hungry mouth. I licked and teased and bit gently at her swollen clit. She shuddered and moaned aloud. Her legs kicked around shaking on the outer bowl of the tub. I kept my pursuit on, licking and teasing. I tugged on her clit with slight pressure as she shook with orgasm, fingering her with three fingers. I moved up kissing her belly to her breasts, swirling around one nipple then the other, still fingering, rubbing my own clit, as I kissed her neck, earlobe, then we were kissing passionately breasts pressed together, tongues dancing with each other. She pushed me back against the opposite side. She grabbed my leg doing the same as I had to her, working down to my sensitive feet. I moaned, beyond caring. She was intoxicating. It had taken some time for me to come to this point and here she was doing what she was doing so freely. I nearly lost it right there. She licked along the arch of my foot to my toes kissing each sucking each into her mouth. I shook. I rubbed my clit frantically. I shook violently as she licked and sucked my toes as I rubbed my clit. I lost balance and head slipped beneath the pool of still warm horse cum. Janice pulled my head up. "He's gone!" She said, smiling. "Let's go. But be careful." I advised. We got up from the tub, slippery and soaked in horse cum. She still looked so beautiful. We started barefoot across the lawn when we heard the dogs. I held her hand heart racing, and we snuck around behind one of the sheds. My mouth dropped. There were dogs everywhere. By conservative amount there had to be a hundred, chained by their collars to a central hub, a concrete slab much like the one I had been chained to. The thought of fucking so many dogs made my pussy ache. A cold chill ran down my spine. It was far more likely they were bred for other purposes. To keep us in. My heart sank. I gripped Janice's hand. I told her to wait here. I got on all fours and crawled close to the dogs. It smelled horrible. Unkempt and horribly neglected. The first dog came over and sniffed me teeth bared, growling. It was one of the four regulars. He mounted me and his cock slid easily inside me fucking me hard. My toes began to curl. I looked back at Janice, who was touching her mouth in disbelief. The other dogs were getting excited. Finally a bitch in heat. I motioned for her to run for it. The dogs were purely interested in me now and disregarded her as she ran past to get help. She didn't make it far. The old man's shovel came up and smacked her in the face. He stepped from his hiding place. "Thought ya'll would get the best of me?" He cackled. I looked at him in disgust, as the first dog came in me. He pulled from me and I tried getting up, but was a second too slow. The second dog had all ready mounted me and I was much too weak and far too small to handle any dogs this size. He was a rottweiller, and a big one too. His cock started to swell inside me as he jack hammered away inside me his knot tying inside me. Spraying cum in me with such force. I couldn't believe it. My toes curled as a powerful orgasm racked my small frame. Other dogs licking my sides, my face as I lay prone. Licking the sides of my breasts. I watched in horror as a dog mounted Janice's unconscious body, dry humping her, spraying his load all over her. When he finished I noticed fresh scratches on her legs from his paws. I looked at the old man pumping his cock over the unconscious girl. Another dog mounted me then another. Too tired to keep it up, pussy sore, I too collapsed, as they dry humped me. Cum was everywhere. I was crying again, something I had not done in a while. Not for my abuse but for that put on Janice. I felt to blame. The side of her face was bruised. I lay there watching, only able to watch as the old man fucked her mouth. I couldn't tell if she was unconscious still or not. Not that it mattered but it seemed less cruel to know she was asleep while it happened. The old man finished, wiped his cock across her mouth and disappeared again. I limped over to her, the dogs having finished. Some had had several goes. I was bleeding and felt like throwing up. Dog cum poured from me and down my legs. I hurt so bad. I limped to Janice. She was awake, crying, tears and cum had made her mascara run. I held her head in my lap. "You know." She managed. "It will never be the same again." The words were deep and wise and I found myself agreeing with her. Deep down, I knew we could never leave here. I stroked her face. A plan was forming in my little deviant brain. The old man waited a long while before coming back around to check on us. Janice still lay where he had hit her. Had he killed her? He raced to her side to check on her, all the while looking around for me. He knelt down. I rushed him from exactly the same place he had hidden. "Surprise asshole!" Janice spouted as I smacked him with the shovel. I didn't stop. Afterwards we dumped his body in a small creek nearby. Janice sat playing with her toes in the dirt. "What's wrong?" I asked, applying a cold rag I had found to her bruised face. "We can never go home again." She was right. Things had happened. We couldn't leave this place. I simply nodded and held her tight in my arms. "Let's go get washed up," I suggested. Janice managed a smile and we both hobbled over to the old man's farmhouse. "We'll work things out." "Yeah, we'll work it out," Janice repeated. The end? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 58