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Alanna's Story
by Robin (robin2003@clara.co.uk)

***

Alanna wanders into a strange and remote stud farm and 
ends up being screwed by the owner and his animals. 
(MF, horse, rp, beast)

***

Realisation hid her like a well-aimed sledgehammer. She 
had been fucked by this horse, which even now was still 
calming down after loosing what seemed like a gallon of 
horse cum into her stretched cunt. Alanna felt her 
inner walls start to contract and adopt the usual shape 
of her uterus instead of the expanded accommodating 
tunnel that had so recently been violated by the 
animal. 

The mounting bench that she had been placed and tied on 
was slick with the Animals seed. A pool of the milky 
white fluid had collected on the floor where it had 
gushed from her body and still trickled down the inside 
of her trembling legs.

As a sledgehammer has an after pain, she began to 
relive the events of the day and of the manner of her 
violation. The waves of thought crashed into her brain, 
as would the throb of pain after the initial blow from 
the tool.

Her mistake of taking the right fork in the road had 
led her to this. Trying to read a map and drive at the 
same time is not recommended, especially in the tight 
lanes of rural England. A snap decision to bear right 
at the junction seemed for a short while, to have been 
the right one. 

The road was well maintained, with clipped hedges 
lining the steep banks that were only relieved where a 
gate into fields coincided. But, then the hardtop 
suddenly ran out and the banks that had prevented her 
from seeing any more than the road, also stopped. The 
view that greeted Alanna through the screen was of a 
dirt track that bent around a low hill and disappeared.

She had thought to turn around in the field immediately 
in front of her. It would probably have been okay, but 
she had not seen the cattle grid over the bonnet of her 
clapped out Ford Escort. The first part of manoeuvring 
had gone fine. Going forward was never a problem to 
her, but reversing always caused her some anxiety. 

She managed to get a tyre stuck fast between two bars 
of the grid, bending one a little to allow the tyre to 
pass through. It was terrible luck really, but seemed 
to happen to her every time she selected the reverse 
gear. Something would always happen, get in the way of 
her. It was always unlucky, a million to one chance, 
but she had accidents in reverse as often as some 
people drink tea.

The smell of a burning clutch soon let her know she had 
no chance of driving out of this one. But, had a more 
than good chance she would completely fuck the decrepit 
machine beyond even the magical skills of Brian, her 
mechanic, who was starting to get rich from her various 
adventures with automobiles.

Alanna left the cooling heap still stuck in the grid. 
She decided that the track had to lead to somewhere, 
and that the somewhere, was possibly populated. If she 
really got lucky, they may even have a phone, though 
God knew how long it would take to get a tow truck out 
here.

Twenty minutes of solid walking took her around the 
edge of the low hill. Two buildings only spoiled the 
panorama of undulating green fields. A white painted 
silo stood next to a small pond. Probably for storing 
grain, she had thought. The other building might have 
been white once, but so much paint had fallen off, it 
was hard to tell. A six-year-old child, judging by the 
condition of it, had put a paddock together. The gate 
that hung on only its bottom hinge stood open. 

The old looking horse ignored the chance of freedom and 
possibly stayed out of habit more than anything else. 
The stables that almost inevitably lead on to the 
paddock were obscured from view by the house. It had 
also seen better days. Paint, shingles and 
weatherboards were all peeling away from the structure 
as if trying to escape. 

Apart from the tired looking horse, no other signs of 
life could be seen. But Alanna thought that there maybe 
someone inside. A curlicue of smoke drifted haphazardly 
from a chimney toward the back of the house. She 
decided to try and raise some life from what really 
looked like a forgotten place in history. Her feeling 
that time had skimmed over the hill and missed the 
house and surroundings looked as if it might be 
accurate. The chance of a phone being installed in this 
backwater dump diminished with every step that took her 
nearer.

She Knocked on an almost paint devoid door. No letter 
flap she noticed, or bell push or anything that might 
be considered modern. Silence almost deafened her. The 
quiet had a palpable solidness to it, making it almost 
touchable. She knocked again, but didn’t wait to see if 
anyone would answer the summons. 

Alanna walked around the side of the house, stepping 
over cut logs and various rusted parts of machinery. 
Close up, the paddock looked worse than from a 
distance. The wooden rail mostly stayed attached to 
posts through belligerence and little else. The horse 
she had seen from a distance hadn’t moved and stood 
like a palace guard over the water trough, which 
seconded as a breading ground for mosquitoes. The horse 
eyed her suspiciously, but made no effort to recognise 
her appearance in any other way.

Alanna stepped over a low rail and entered the paddock. 
Even the flies seemed lazy as they circled the head of 
the still horse. It didn’t seem to have the energy to 
blink or flick its tail at them. A twin set of doors 
stood open at the back of the house. It was obvious to 
her that the stables would be inside. Alanna gently 
knocked on the doorjamb and entered the cool semi-
darkness of the stable.

In complete contrast to the rest of the property, the 
stables were immaculate. A centre aisle of packed earth 
and clean straw, stretched away from her. Horses and 
ponies mostly occupied stalls on either side. Tack hung 
from hooks on many of the stall frames. White paint had 
been carefully applied to the woodwork. 

"Hellooo!" Alanna called, but only the nearest horses 
acknowledged her with a whicker. She slowly walked down 
the aisle, looking at the animals on either side, 
admiring their stately heads as they watched her pass. 
A tuneless whistling was coming from the far end. She 
called again without any response.

There must have been some thirty stalls, not all 
occupied, but those that were looked extremely clean. 
Equine smells had ingrained themselves to the timber, 
but a scrubbed and washed cleanliness also made a 
presence. At last, she reached the end room. The double 
door stood open and she could see the white tiled walls 
inside. The whistling was coming from here, but she 
couldn’t see the whistler at first. Then he emerged 
from behind a screen and stopped in a shocked stance, 
looking at her. 

My God! Thought Alanna, it’s the original slack jaw 
from the Deep South. The gangling youth bore a 
remarkable resemblance to the hillbilly. Her thought 
became even more positive when he answered her first 
question with a simple "Yarr." Copying the southern 
burr. She had asked him if there was a phone she could 
use.

"Look, I am stuck in a cattle grid up by the road and I 
need to call a tow truck to pull my car out."

"Yarr." A little drool slipped from the side of his 
mouth and joined the stains on his coveralls.

Alanna was saved from further frustrations by the 
clatter of hooves in the stable behind her and a man’s 
voice shouting Tommy.

She turned to see who the owner of the voice was and 
nearly fell to the floor. Her knees almost gave way at 
the sight of a devastatingly handsome man of about six 
four, all dressed in riding boots, jodhpurs and a red 
coat.

He spotted her and tilted his head, waiting for her to 
introduce herself or at least make some kind of effort 
at speech. Alanna thought her tongue had been removed. 
His hair waved blackly off his forehead and framed a 
face of clear skin, tanned but unlined. His shoulders 
shrugged as he gave up waiting for her.

"Can I help you?" The question dripped into her brain 
like hot silver.

"Um, my car…" She began, but got no further.

"What about your car?" 

"It’s stuck. Um, it’s stuck…". Coherence was not really 
with her at that moment. "In the cattle grid." 

"Ah, I see. And you need help to pull it out do you?" A 
smile creased his eyes and melted her heart. "I’m 
afraid Tommy here is a little slow, but he keeps the 
place good and clean, don’t you Tommy?"

"Yarr." A giggle escaped Tommy and he rushed out of the 
room to some errand.

"See to Caesar will you?" The man shouted to Tommy’s 
retreating back. A muffled yarr was the answer. "Sorry 
about Tommy, I keep him on to clean up. He does a good 
job and really loves the animals. I’m Ray by the way." 
He stuck out a massive hand. 

"Alanna". Her hand disappeared between his fingers.

She told him about her problem with the car. He would 
get it dragged out by the tractor and get her on her 
way, but in the meantime, why not stay for lunch or 
something. An hour slipped by and Alanna became more 
and more interested in this huge, but gentle man. They 
very quickly drew up a friendship, talking about 
anything and everything. Soon, Alanna didn’t really 
want to carry on with her journey, besides, her sister 
wasn’t that important and she would be able to find her 
way tomorrow.

Ray showed her around the place, skipping over the 
ramshackle house. They had slack jaw saddle up a couple 
of horses and rode around the stud farm. Alanna 
admitted that she knew nothing about studwork and 
expressed an interest in learning more.

"Well…we are going to inseminate a brood mare this 
afternoon." Ray informed her and invited her to watch 
as they extracted the semen from his lead stallion. 
Alanna, not sure what would be involved agreed.

Later that day, a beautiful white Arabian stallion was 
lead in to the room where she had first met Tommy and 
the object of her desire. Ray matter of factly 
described the process of milking the stallion and then 
inseminating the mare that was to receive it. The 
method sounded quite ordinary, but the actuality of the 
deed caused her to almost faint with an overwhelming 
need to fuck this guy into next week.

The stallion was led to the mounting stool that was 
vaguely shaped like the rear end of a mare. The leather 
hide had been smeared with something that Alanna 
guessed was from an in heat mare. The stallion needed 
little encouragement and mounted the stool. His 
enormous cock waved around, stiffening all the time 
until it found the hole that was prepared for him. 
Powerful hip thrusts shoved his two-foot long cock into 
the waiting bottle hidden inside the stool. 

He bit the stool and screamed his ejaculation, eyes 
wild and teeth bared. Alanna could not believe the 
amount of seminal fluid the animal had shot. She could 
not believe just how much she had let go herself. Her 
panties were dripping and she thought she might have 
had a quiet orgasm just from the excitement of watching 
this beautiful creature fucking the leather-covered 
stool.

The fluid was transferred to a vial with a plunger in 
it, similar to a syringe, kept warm and then inserted 
into the mare who was tethered in her stall. Rays arm 
travelled into the mare’s cunt up to his elbow. He had 
to work it in and out for a little while. 

It seemed that the mare could only be made fertile by 
getting her aroused. Alanna couldn’t help herself, 
seeing this gorgeous man with his arm in a beautiful 
mare, giving it the frigging of a lifetime. Her hand 
travelled to her crotch and began working the fabric of 
her panties across the proud clit hidden beneath.

It took no time for her to get herself to pitch point. 
Oblivious to anything, she took her orgasm to its 
fulfilment and beyond. Closing her eyes, she almost 
screamed as wave after wave rocked her body.

"It often gets people like that," Ray remarked dryly. 
He had completed his task and had observed Alanna bring 
herself off. "You would be surprised the amount of 
times I have seen someone just do themselves while 
watching. Thing is, it rarely satisfies them. I guess 
as an ice breaker, it is a little unusual, but very 
effective." 

Ray gently grasped her arm and lifted her from the 
stool she had been sitting on. Somehow, her dress was 
unbuttoned and taken from her body. Panties and bra 
joined the dress on the floor. Ray covered her mouth 
with his own, stifling any complaint she might have 
made, not that she would have. His giant fingers found 
her mound and quickly had her shuddering as he expertly 
finger fucked her where she stood. She lasted a few 
seconds before she sprayed him with her cum.

Deciding she was ready, Ray turned her in his arms. Her 
feet were completely off the floor she was only being 
supported only by the strength of his arms. He slowly 
pushed her forward so that she was bent over like a 
broken shotgun in the crook of his elbow. He lifted her 
slightly and then lowered her while guiding his cock 
between her lips. His entry into her body seemed to go 
on forever. Once he had fully opened her cunt with his 
ramrod prick, he fucked her. Still her feet didn’t 
touch the floor.

Alanna cried, she screamed and eventually, she just 
could do nothing. Her nerve ends jangling and reason 
all shot to bits as wave after wave of total orgasm 
rendered her body and mind devoid of the capability to 
control herself. Suddenly, Ray stiffened, his cock 
forced its way beyond anywhere it had reached before 
and he shot his white-hot seed so deep inside her, she 
thought she ought to be able to taste it.

"Damn! That was good." Ray said. "You okay?"

Alanna could only nod and wave a hand at the seat, 
indicating she needed to sit down or something. She 
needed to relax and get control of her body back. He 
gently sat her on the stool and pulled his jodhpurs up 
folding a huge cock inside. It was her first look at 
the thing that had so effectively, fucked her into 
oblivion.

"Would you like dinner?" Ray asked, bringing her 
clothing to her. "I’ll get Tommy to cook something up 
if you like. Without waiting for an answer, he turned 
and shouted to Tommy. The look on his face told Alanna 
that he had watched the whole thing and by the redness 
of his face and stains on his coveralls, had had 
knocked one or two off from his wrist.

Dinner had been a simple affair and then it was back to 
work for Ray. Alanna stayed with him for the afternoon, 
observing the animal husbandry and marvelling at the 
care and deliberate way Ray treated the animals. She 
found his movements to be graceful, almost beautiful 
for a big guy. He talked to each of the horses and 
calmed them with soothing words and gently blowing into 
their nostrils.

"Now old red, as we call him, is a bit of a flirt. For 
a small pony, he has to be the randiest bastard going 
and will shag anything that has a hole in it. Tried on 
me and Tommy a few times."

Alanna thought that would be fun to watch and then 
thought it might be even better to try.

"So if I was on that mounting stool, he would have a go 
at me then would he?" Her imagination pictured the 
scene and she wet herself again with the mental image.

"Yep. Reckon he would," Ray grinned at her. Might want 
a bit of stroking first, but I reckon he would jump at 
the chance, dirty old sod that he is." Ray looked as if 
he had just shared the same mental picture. "Ain’t got 
the biggest dong in the world, but I reckon he could 
stretch most girls to maximum. Wanna try it?" He asked 
the question as if it was the most natural thing in the 
world.

"Isn’t it dangerous?" Alanna could foresee permanent 
damage to her insides.

"Nah, we put a ring on the old boy. Have to in his case 
‘cos he gets so excited, would do himself some damage. 
Once he got stuck up a mare where he shoved it in so 
far, took hours to free him. But, as I said, he would 
need a bit of encouragement first, just to bring him on 
a bit.

Alanna rose from the seat and stroked the wary animal. 
His eyes were wide and apprehensive from the approach 
of a stranger. She ran her hand over his nose, like she 
had seen Ray do, allowing the animal to smell her. 

Gradually, he calmed down and relaxed. She stroked him 
more, working her way down his neck, shoulders and 
haunches, and then his under belly, nudging against his 
sheath. Slowly, the pink tip of his cock emerged from 
the sheath; Alanna gripped it and coaxed the rest from 
its furry haven. She could see the dappling of colour 
along the length and was amazed by the strength and 
circumference of what was still a flaccid weapon.

Alanna didn’t know why, but she had an overwhelming 
desire to suck the beast, see how much she could stuff 
into her mouth. The taste of horse mingled with the 
slight smell of equine as she enveloped his stiffening 
rod. A couple of inches were all she could accommodate, 
but it was enough for the horse to get the idea. Alanna 
sucked and then released him, sucked and released him, 
every time she drew him into her mouth, his flanks 
heaved and she felt his mounting need to lose his load.

Ray, who had been holding the horse by his bridle, told 
her to stop. The horse could not take too much of that 
and unless she wanted to drown, it was time to fit a 
ring on him. The rubber ring slid over the mushroom 
shaped head of the animals cock. He seemed to know what 
was about to happen, because he became quite restless. 
Ray had to calm the animal again before he could 
continue. 

"Are you going to suck him off, or do you want to be 
fucked by him?"

Alanna looked at the size of him and decided that 
getting fucked by this beautiful animal was just about 
the epitome of her desire. Ray led her to the mounting 
stool, took her dress and under garments off of her, 
then gently arranged her so that she was comfortable.

"Alanna, I have to tie your hands to the straps. Please 
don’t be alarmed. This is just in case you shift too 
much or slide off. If that happened while Red and you 
were coupled, one or both of you could be seriously 
injured." 

Alanna had already placed her trust in this guy, so had 
no qualms about following his advice. Her hands were 
securely tied with leather thongs to a strap either 
side of the stool. She could feel the leather against 
her bare breasts and stomach. Her own mounting 
excitement was starting to slick the leather between 
her legs.  

Ray led Red by is bridle over to the stool where Alanna 
was quivering in anticipation. He massaged the already 
hard cock and ordered Tommy to get the Vaseline and put 
some over Alanna’s cunt. Tommy moved faster than she 
thought was possible for him. He got the jar and 
liberally applied it to her lips, smearing it all over 
her mound and even slipping a couple of fingers into 
her. Alanna was cumming on the feel of Tommy’s fingers 
and the thought of what she was about to do. 

Suddenly, Red reared up and his front hooves narrowly 
missed her shoulders. His cock banged against her 
vulva, searching for her entrance. Several times, the 
horse tried to get his aim right, but it was Ray that 
took charge and positioned the massive rod just inside 
her. Red needed no other help; a massive shove from his 
haunches forced his cock straight into her womb. The 
sheer size spread her inner walls as if she had 
engulfed a man’s fist and arm. Then it felt as if her 
insides were going to be pulled out of her cunt as the 
horse drew back. Another massive thrust rocked her 
forward and she screamed her pleasure. 

Red was starting to pump at her now. Each thrust drove 
him deeper as she relaxed and allowed his great cock to 
enter her body with less resistance. Several more 
thrusts took her right out of orbit. She almost lost 
conscience as her body gave its self to the onslaught 
and gripped the massive tool inside her. Red screamed 
his triumph over her and with a final thrust, filled 
her whole body with his seed.

Alanna could have taken no more. The effort of the 
horse had taken her to a height she had never been to 
before. It was then that the realisation of what she 
had achieved hit her and she relaxed in her thoughts.

Ray took the horse away to his stall, then came back 
and untied her. Helping Alanna to a comfortable chair, 
all the while praising her for what she had done. 
Alanna smiled and fell asleep in exhausted and 
gratified rest. She didn’t feel Ray put her in her car 
or drive her to some place out of the way, but close to 
a main road.  Somewhere she would never find his stud 
farm again, but could find her way to her sister or 
wherever she had been going.

The next morning, disorientated, Alanna woke in her car 
a long way from where she had been. All she had to 
remember yesterday by was a bruised cunt, a headache 
and nine months later, Ray’s bastard, slack jawed son. 
She could never find the place again try as she might. 
It was as if it had never existed.

End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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