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Lady Virginia’s Night to Remember
by Lord John Thomas (lord_john_thomas@hotmail.com)
***
Lady Virginia was returning home from a night clubbing,
when her car breaks down. The nights in shinning armour
that stop to help, end-up raping her. But then they
take her on to another ordeal that involves dogs and
horses. (MF, rp, beast)
***
All of my stories include descriptions of sex scenes
that could cause offence to some people. Please do not
read this story material if you are offended by
perverse sexual material, or if you are under the legal
age of consent for you own country. These stories are
pure fiction and are not based on anyone living or
deceased.
***
I turned off the motorway (Freeway), and started the
last twenty miles of my journey home through the twisty
country lanes of Warwickshire. I was singing away to
the car stereo without a care in the world, returning
from a night of clubbing in Birmingham. This was the
part of the journey that I liked the best, throwing my
new BMW sports car through winding roads. It was about
two in the morning, the roads were deserted and the
sound of the engine was playing a tune to compete with
the stereo. Suddenly my attention was drawn to the
dashboard, where a red warning light had just come on.
I slowed down my pace and concentrated on the dash to
understand what could be the matter with my new toy.
Another light came on, this time flashing, and the
needle on the temperature gauge was climbing into the
hot. I didn’t understand what was happening, but I knew
it wasn’t good.
Within minutes my headlights were starting to dim and
the engine didn’t appear to be revving properly. As my
headlights got worse, I slowed to a crawl, when
suddenly there was a loud whoosh sound, and clouds of
steam appeared out of the sides of the bonnet (hood).
The engine stalled, and turning the key to start it
just killed the headlights completely, without the
engine attempting to start.
I reached for my cell phone, but the batteries were
flat. I plugged it into the car charger, but even this
didn’t bring it to life. I sat there thinking what now,
and knowing there wasn’t much chance of anyone coming
past at this time in the morning. I thought to myself
that I would walk to the nearest farm, it couldn’t be
more than three or four miles.
I was dressed in a short pleated skirt, tiny blouse
that exposed my naked waist and I had on a pair of high
heel shoes. Not really the right get-up for walking any
distance, but I had no choice. It was a warm summer
night, but there was no moon and heavy cloud cover,
which made it pitch black. I got out of the car, locked
it and started to walk.
I could hardly see the road at all; the night was
eerily silent, apart from the click of my heels on the
road. Oh I forgot to say who I am. My name is Virginia.
I know what you’re thinking. ‘Virgin for short. But not
for long’. Ha Ha. The number of times I’ve heard that
one.
Anyway, as I said, "My name is Virginia, I’m a petite
5’ 3," size 8, nineteen years old, and not to brag, but
considered good looking. My parents are Lord & Lady
Radelshome, and have a large country manor. I suppose
most people would class me as a spoilt brat. At the age
of eighteen I got married to my boyfriend, much to my
parents' dismay, but instead of disinheriting me they
bought us a big country house, me a new BMW, and my new
husband was given a Jag.
I had been walking for about ten minutes when I heard a
car in the distance behind me. I turned, and sure
enough the headlights were visible, getting bigger and
brighter by the second. I stood and waited, waving to
make sure he saw me. The car stopped and the driver and
a passenger got out.
"Is that your car back there in the middle of the road
on a blind bend? We nearly crashed into it," said the
first man.
"I’m sorry. But that’s where it stopped, and I couldn't
move it cos’ the engines dead," I replied.
"Well my names Brian, and he’s Bill, can we give you a
lift? But first I recon we should go back and push your
car off the road before it causes an accident," said
the driver.
"Thank you. My names Virginia," I said, and waited for
the usual smutty reply.
"That’s a nice name. We haven’t any spare seats in the
car, we've got two mates in the back. I’m afraid the
only way we can give you a lift is if you sit on my
knee. Is that alright?" Said Bill the passenger.
"Yes I suppose so," I Said.
They both got in the car, and I carefully sat on Bill’s
knee and lifted my legs in, they closed the door,
turned the car round and we were off. In the few second
that it took to get back to my car Bill had questioned
be on the sequence of events that had led up to my car
stopping. He decided he knew what was wrong with it (a
broken fan belt), and what’s more he reckoned he could
fix it.
I couldn’t decide whether he was a genius, or a
bullshitter! The first thing they did when they stopped
at my car was all four men got out, and they pushed the
car onto the grass verge. They stopped with the front
wheels straddling a ditch that ran at the side of the
road (it was dry), which Bill said would be handy to
get under the car.
The bonnet was soon open and Bill’s self-congratulating
smile confirmed that he was right.
"Told you so," he said.
"Yeh. So you know what’s wrong, what goods that? She
ain’t gon’a have a fan belt in her purse," said Brian.
"No," said Bill. "But I bet she's wearing tights (panty
Hose)," and turning to me, "aren’t you?"
"Well yes." I stammered, not understanding what that
had got to do with my fan belt.
"See! All I’ve got to do is twist the tights to make a
rope, stretch them round the pulleys, top up the water,
and with a bit of help from the jump leads she’ll be on
her way," said Bill in a superior way.
The back seat passengers whose names I didn’t know had
returned to the car as soon as they had helped push my
car off the road. The cars were facing each other, and
they were using their headlights to give Bill enough
light to check my car. Now the news that my tights were
needed, made me more than a little nervous, but so far
Bill had behaved like a gentleman, and he certainly
seemed genuine.
"I’ll go and get a blanket from our boot (trunk) so
that I can get under your car, if you just nip round
the back of your car and get your tights off," said
Bill as he walked away.
I said nothing, but slowly made my way round to the
back of my car, and kept watch around the outside of
the car to make sure they weren’t coming too close. My
pants (panties) were on the outside of my tights, so I
had to remove them both.
I pulled my tights out of my pants, and was just about
to step back into them, when out of the darkness, "I’ll
need the pants as well, to make the joint," said Bill,
who was standing directly behind me on the ditch side
of the car.
Seeing him standing there, I nearly jumped out of my
skin! Without thinking I handed over my pants and
tights, which were still warm.
He just returned to the front of the car, got
underneath, and started his repair. I walked slowly
back to the front of my car, and stood to the side of
the bonnet. Brian had already got back in his car.
"Do you think you can reach these two ends?" Came
Bill's voice from underneath my car.
I looked down into the engine, and could see his hands
holding two ends of my rolled up tights. One I could
reach from where I was. But the other was on the other
side of the engine.
"I can’t reach both of them," I said.
"Come round to the front and lean into the engine bay,
it’s quite safe. The engine’s cooled down, and there
aren’t any moving parts."
I moved round the front, held onto the top of the
engine, and stretched a leg across the ditch. As I
leaned forward into the engine bay I realised that I
must be showing a lot of leg, and the rest. I tried not
to think about it, and was glad the other men were all
back in the car. I concentrated on taking hold of the
tights, and threading them as instructed by Bill, as he
was completing the job from below, shadows in the cars
headlights alerted me to movement behind me.
Still fully bent over, I turned my head and glanced
back to see the three men crouched down, just a couple
of feet behind me. They were slightly to each side,
making sure that they didn’t obscure the light from the
headlights, but still getting a perfect view of my cunt
and arse. At this I started to struggle to stand
upright, and get my leg back. One of the men sprang to
his feet and gently put his hands on my bare waist, and
lifted me back, saying, "There you are luv."
"Thanks," I said without thinking.
Bill crawled from under the car, started putting in
water from his emergency bottle he'd collected from his
boot, and then began to connect his jump leads. The
other men had once again lost interest, and all got
back in their car.
"Brum brum," said my BMW, as it burst into life.
I ran round to the open drivers door where bill was
sitting, flung my arms around him, gave him a big kiss,
"You’re a bloody genius, you must let me pay you."
"Don’t be silly I couldn’t accept any money."
"Well there must be something I can do to repay you."
Bill started to blush, "I know what I would like."
Pause. "Promise you won’t be offended."
"I don’t know what you’re going to ask. But ask any
way. I’m broad minded, I can always say no."
"While I was mending your car, all the others got a
look at your cun... I mean crotch."
Now I started blushing. "Yes I know. But that was
accidental. Do you mean you want me to let you have a
look?"
"Well yes."
I know this sounds silly now, but I did feel I owed him
some sort of reward, and as he’d said, his mates had
already had a good look up my skirt, so I said, "Just a
look? Promise no touching?"
"Yes just a look. Promise!"
"How do you want to do it?" I asked.
"If we go round the front you can lay on the blanket."
I didn’t answer, but walked slowly round to the blanket
in front of my car, and sat down. Bill had stopped my
car engine and was soon kneeling in front of me. I lay
back on the blanket; his hand took hold of my ankles
and lifted my legs high and wide.
He moved slightly to one side, I suppose to let the
light from his car headlights illuminate my crotch.
He leaned forward bringing his face to mine, and with
his tongue licking his upper lip, asked, "Can I give
you a wet kiss."
Now I thought he meant his tongue down my throat, and I
thought well why not. So I said, "Yes of course."
As I started to lift myself up to give him a kiss, a
pair of hands rested on my shoulders and returned me to
the ground. My ankles were taken by a man either side,
and Bill pressed his thumbs into my crotch spreading my
cunt to take his probing tongue.
"What do you think you’re doing," I shouted, as I
started to struggle.
Brian, who was the man holding my shoulders said, "We
all heard you say he could give you a wet kiss."
Still struggling, but having no effect, I said, "I
thought he meant kissing my lips."
"He is kissing your lips. The lips of your cunt."
It gradually seemed pointless struggling, or
complaining, and as I lay there I realised that I was
starting to respond to his licking and probing. As the
tongue lapped across my clit I would lift, and his
tongue would push into my hole. I was helpless to the
wants of my body, and realised I was thrashing up and
down, as if I was enjoying it. After about five
minutes, Bill stopped and sat up.
"Do you want that kiss on the mouth now?" He said.
I didn’t speak; I just nodded to say yes. He leaned
down towards me, and as his lips reached mine, I felt
his prick entering my cunt. As he pressed his lips on
mine, I felt him thrust the length of his prick right
up inside me. My husband was the same age as me and his
prick never stretched my cunt like this. He pounded
away, and I responded, giving as good as I got. When he
cum I was still building towards my climax, but he just
stopped and pulled out.
I wanted more, and I lay there thrashing up and down.
But I didn’t need to wait long before the next man
climbed aboard. I didn’t care, and I had just got back
into the rhythm, when he suddenly stopped, I looked up,
and all heads were turned towards a car that had pulled
up along side us.
The window wound down, a torch shone out and a man’s
voice said. "Is every thing alright?"
"Yes. Were just giving this posh bitch a good time,"
Brian said.
"Are you sure your ok luv, or do you want us to come
and join in the party?"
I didn’t want any more men, and I couldn’t see them
helping me even if I'd said I was being raped, so I
just replied, "Were ok as we are. Thanks."
The car pulled off and my rider got back into action,
we were soon both going strong. The harder he pushed
the more I took, and when this man shot his load, I
exploded like a thing possessed. He got up and they all
stood watching for at lease a minute while I writhed
about. As I calmed down the next man got stuck in and
away we went again, this fuck was nice but uneventful,
and when he’d finished I lay there waiting for the last
man to take his turn.
They say last but not least, and this was certainly
true about this man. I hadn’t seen the size of any of
their pricks, but as he pushed this great big lump of
meat up my cunt, I knew this was Mr. Big. Boy did he
get me going, I thought my first climax was good, but
this man knew how to fuck.
He would thrust long and slow, and then take it out and
rub my clit with the knob end, as I lifted he was back
ramming like a piston. He repeated this cycle until he
could tell I was at boiling point, and then he rammed a
dozen violent strokes shooting his hot cum deep inside
my eager cunt. My cunt was in spasms, and I was moaning
and screaming for him to keep fucking. He lay still
with his prick left inside me to soak, until I had
calmed down, at which point his prick seemed to melt
away and slip out.
I lay there still spread wide while they all shared a
box of tissues to clean themselves down, they got
dressed, and one of them gave me his hand to help me
up. A couple of them started wiping around my legs, and
cleaning me. I took some tissues from the box and said
I could manage.
Bill said, "I’ll tell you what Virginia; we didn’t
expect you to let us all fuck you like that. That was
really good of you. You might be Virginia by name but
you’re sure no virgin."
They all started making comments, some really crude,
most complementary about how well I fucked. I didn’t
respond, but continued cleaning myself.
The others all got back in the car and bill explained
that once he had started the engine, I was to drive in
as high a gear as possible and not to let the rev
counter go above 1500 RPM. He said they would follow to
make sure I got home alright. He used his jump leads,
and once again the engine came to life, with no warning
lights on! My headlight worked, Bill got back in their
car.
As soon as they reversed to turn round, in a mad
impulse I thought I would speed off, so that they
didn’t get a chance to have second helpings. I ignored
the instructions about 1500 RPM, and the BM was away
like a scolded cat. That was the last I’ll see of them
I thought, should I rush to a police station to report
my rape? Had I been raped? Had it all been my own
fault?
The questions were rushing through my mind, but I
didn’t get chance to answer them before the first light
came back on, I hadn’t gone fifty yards. The same
sequence repeated itself as it had done earlier, and I
was soon at a standstill, waiting for the inevitable
return of my rescuers. I had been stopped about one
minute, when I saw there headlights coming. Why hadn’t
I taken my time? What a cunt (fool) I’d been and now
probably my cunt was going to pay the price.
"What did you rev it like that for?" Snapped Bill
angrily, "I told you not to put your foot down." I got
out of the car, but I didn’t reply.
Bill looked me up and down. "That blouse won’t make a
temporary belt," and taking hold of the hem of my skirt
and stretching it, he said, "If you want to take that
off I’ll try and rip it into strips, it might work. But
it’s not worth me trying to make a repair if you’re
going to drive like a mad thing."
"Do you think it will do the job?" I said.
"I don’t know, it depends how it rips, but its all
you’ve got, it’s up to you."
"Ok. I’ll just go round the back of the car," I removed
my skirt and passed it over the roof of the car, he
took it and started to rip. I removed my blouse, and
wrapped it round my waist, tying it using the sleeves.
It didn’t cover much, but it felt better than nothing
at all.
"This isn’t going to be any good, its ripping all over
the place. Were going to have to give you a lift back
to the farm where we work," he said as he tossed the
shredded skirt into the car.
I followed him back to the car, where he started to
remove his trousers.
"Oh no. Not again," I said.
"Don’t flatter yourself, the only reason I’m taking
them off is so you can sit on my knee without that cunt
of yours dribbling all over my best trousers." He
folded his trousers, and got in.
I was undecided and stood there for about ten seconds,
"It’s up to you. Ok then enjoy your walk," said Bill as
he closed the door. I dashed up to the car, and banged
on the window.
He opened the window, "What now?"
"I’ll sit on your knee. Please give me a lift," I
pleaded.
We hadn’t been travelling more than two seconds, before
Bill wrapped one arm around my waist, and lifted me up
towards his body. His other hand must have been
positioning his prick, because as he lowered me down,
it slid right in. Now both hands were on my waist,
lifting me up and down, I attempted a feeble struggle,
but it was no use. Before long I was cooperating, and
in no time he was cumming inside me. He had hardly
finished moaning, when a voice from the back seat said,
"pass her over then, if you’ve finished."
Once again I tried to resist, but two men in the back
pulling, and Bill lifting, I was soon in their
clinches. I didn’t know which man had got me first,
until I felt the size of the prick going up! It was Mr.
Big (well I didn’t know his name, and he sure was big).
He had pulled me towards him face to face, so I was
kneeling.
I was soon sliding up and down without any
encouragement; I was trying to copy the method that he
had used on me earlier on. Lifting long and slow to use
his full length and then lifting till it fell out. I
would then rub my clit with his knob end, and then lift
up and down quickly, so his prick rammed me like a
piston. I repeated this cycle until I suddenly felt my
cunt going into spasms, my legs couldn’t move. He then
took over, grabbed my waist and lifted me up and down
violently, ramming his prick right to the top, his hot
cum shooting deep inside my eager cunt. I could see the
next man was eager for his turn, but Mr. Big wanted to
soak his prick, and he kept a firm grip on my waist,
until he was ready.
"Ok luv, better let him have a go, we’ll be at the farm
soon," he said as he lifted me across. The next man
manoeuvred me round so that I was facing the front of
the car, and kept me standing, whilst he used his
fingers on my cunt. He was poking my cunt, and then
sliding his fingers around to my arse. As he got more
of the sloppy fluid from my cunt and around my arse, he
pushed his finger up. I protested, and tried to climb
out of reach, when suddenly Mr. Big put his hand on my
shoulder, "If you don’t stop making a fuss I’ll shove
my prick up your arse, and then you’ll know you been
fucked."
I froze immediately, let him open my legs, and stood
there while he probed my arse. After a minute, he put
an arm around my belly, and pulled me down onto his
prick. But this time it was going right up my arse, he
was cumming almost as soon as he got up there, and he
held me on his knee, his prick still hard, while he
used his hands on my tits. The car turned off the road,
and went down a bumpy farm track, bouncing from side to
side. We pulled up outside a big barn door. As they
turned off the lights of the car the place was pitch
black.
We all got out and I was led towards the big door of
the barn.
"Will I be able to make a call from here?" I asked.
"No not yet. We want to introduce you to our families
first. Then we’ll take you up to the farm house, and
you can call from there," said Brian.
"Now look here. You’ve all had what you wanted out of
me, and if you let me make my phone call now I won’t go
to the police. But if you start any more games with me
I’m going to report you all for rape. I know I’m not
far away from where I live now, so it wont take the
police long to find this place and then you’ll all be
arrested," I tried to sound as threatening as possible.
"Well when the police arrive, after tomorrow, we won’t
be here. In fact we’ve never been here. We don’t even
exist. You see were all illegal immigrants, working on
this farm, this was our last night, and the four of us
went out to celebrate. Tomorrow we will be miles away,
and the farmer will say that there never was anyone
here.
And anyway there was that motorist who pulled up
earlier; you didn’t look like you were struggling when
he stopped to help. And I’m sure they will find him,
and a lot of spunk back their on your car seat. You see
you haven’t got much choice, have you. Now be a good
girl, and come and meet our families." He put his arm
around me and walked me in to the barn.
As we entered a dim light was illuminated high up in
the barn roof, I could see the rows of empty horse
stalls, a ladder leading up to the hay loft, and hay
bails everywhere. They led me to the ladder and pointed
up. As I climbed someone was behind me, and his prick
was out. Every hesitation was met with his prick
catching up and probing for an entry.
I climbed as quickly as I could, and was soon on the
loft floor. More lights were turned on and everyone
started to awake. At first they were all complaining
about being disturbed, until they caught sight of me.
Blouse tied around my waist, tits hanging out of my
bra, and shinny spunk covered legs. The ages ranged
from a couple of lads about eighteen, to an old man who
looked about ninety. I counted ten men in all, fourteen
including my heroic rescuers!
They were soon brought up to speed on the fun that had
been had at my expense, and the old man was asked if he
wanted first go. He had a big smile, he nodded, sat on
the floor, and remove his trousers and under pants. His
prick stood to attention, and it wasn’t bad for size
either.
"Come on Virginia, show them what you can do," came
brains voice.
I didn’t have any choice; I went over, climbed astride
and slid it in. I tried to imagine I was showing-off at
a party, as I have been known to do in the past before
I was married. Once the hormones took over I was away
and soon oblivious to the audience, and the age of my
stud. I was just thinking he must be ready to cum by
now, when I felt someone fingering my arse.
I realised they were going to try and mount me two at a
time, and I started to get up. I was held from every
angle by at least four men, and the second rider
mounted. He pushed it up deep into my arse, and pumped
away a great speed, cumming in less time than it takes
to boil an egg. I was once again seized by many hands
while he dismounted and another rider took his place.
Meanwhile the old man was still hard and had still not
cum. As the man up my arse started to get into a
rhythm, I realised that I was getting some sort of
thrill out of this anal attack. I relaxed a little and
went with the flow; I started to manoeuvre up and down
getting an alternating pulse going between the two
riders. The old man was now getting agitated and
started cumming, this triggered my orgasm, and within
seconds the other man was shooting up my arse.
The next hour I was fucked in all holes, by everyone
there. Who had what hole, and who was the best fuck I
don’t know, it all became a blur. When the last man
dismounted, I lay still waiting to see who was coming
next, when I felt a tongue licking my cunt. I rose to
my elbows to see a small dog lapping away at the fluid
running out. I shooed him away with my hand, and was
told, "Lay still. He only wants a lick."
I didn’t like the thought, but I knew they would only
hold me down if I resisted, so I lay back, closed my
eyes and tried to imagine a party situation with a
boyfriend licking my cunt. The dog licked away for
about a couple of minutes, and then he climbed onto my
belly. They knew I wouldn’t lay still for this, and
before I had chance to move I was grabbed from all
angles.
I could feel the dogs little sharp pointed prick
stabbing around in all directions; he didn’t seem to
know where to find what he wanted. I was almost
starting to find this situation amusing, when it struck
target. He wasted no time; he was in and out like crazy
and swelling all the time.
By the time he had been fucking for a minute, his prick
felt as big as most of the men's pricks' that I'd had
up me so far. The men relaxed their grip, and I let the
dog have his day. He shot his load, pulled out, and ran
round like a mad thing squirting spunk as he went.
I was about to get up when I realised that there was a
big man that I hadn’t seen before standing watching.
"This is the farmer," said Bill.
"So you’re Virginia." Pause. "I’m not used to following
a dog, when I want to fuck a bitch, but in your case I
think I’ll make an exception. Come on open them legs up
wide, I’ve got a pair of balls that are swelling and
near to exploding."
I didn’t speak, but did as I was told, this was another
man who really knew how to fuck, and make it last. By
the time we both came I was almost in love with him,
but once the ecstasy had subsided, I was back to hating
the raping bastard.
"Right!" I said, "Now I’ve got you all, you’re spunk’s
deep inside me and when they DNA test it, I know where
you live, and you’re all going down for rape!"
"Get the silly bitch tied down astride those bales in
that stall down there, and I’ll be back," the farmer
snapped. They did as they were told, manhandled me back
down the ladder and across to one of the empty stalls
where I was tied down. They positioned me laid on my
belly on a couple of hay bales, tied my hands and feet
to the bottom planks either side of the stall.
The farmer returned with a Great Dane, who recognised
the female form in this position. This was obvious,
because a soon as he saw me his weapon slid from its
sheath, and he bounded around behind me and mounted.
Not for him an aimless stabbing, the second thrust met
its mark, and up he went, boy was he big and rapidly
getting bigger. He was banging away, and the farmer was
videoing the whole event.
Now I know I was tied, and being raped, but the old
hormones, and my silly cunt don’t understand this
situation. The juices started, and I was once again
getting into the swing. I couldn’t stop myself, no
matter how much I tried. His prick was long and fat,
but as he thrust harder there appeared to be some sort
of bulge in the base of his prick.
As I’ve said I’ve done some wild things in my younger
partying days, and this reminded me of a competition I
had with another girl at a party. We lay on the floor,
removed our knickers, and tried to see who could get a
wine bottle up their cunts the furthest. Getting the
neck in was easy, but by competitor, who was a single
mother, managed to get the body of the bottle up about
two inches.
I lost that competition, but my cunt has been well used
since then, and this swollen lump in the dog’s dick was
making my cunt stretch, I didn’t scream, even though it
was hurting. Then I was aware that the lump was like a
ball, and it had entered my cunt, and was resting
securely inside. The dog’s thrusts no longer took his
prick in and out, but his prick was swelling and
contracting with each thrust.
I was now being helped off the bales, and was no longer
tied. I couldn’t drop to the floor, as I was stuck on
his prick. I had to stand legs and arms stretched,
under this massive dog. He walked me round the barn
pumping all the time, and the farmer filming. Nobody
was holding me, but I couldn’t escape! Then the dog
shot his load, and like the little dog started running
round excited, but I was still on his prick.
Then he dismounted, and was facing the other way, but I
was still firmly attached. He was still eager to run
round, dragging me backwards, to everyone’s amusement.
All the time I could feel the spunk still squirting
into my cunt. After a few minutes the farmer said, "Ok.
Lets calm him down, and get her back in the stalls."
Someone grabbed the dog, and put a bowl of dog food
down in front of him.
Just like a man once he’s had a fuck, food is his next
love. He calmed down instantly, and within seconds the
swelling subsided, and I was led back to the stalls,
where I was re-tied. What next I thought, I didn’t have
long to wait.
"Clip. Clop."
I could recognise the sound of horse hooves, and they
were coming into the barn! No I thought. They wouldn’t.
I could now feel the hot breath on my back. They were
going to get the horse to ride me! I’d often ridden
horses in the past but I never thought the rolls would
be reversed. He was brought alongside, and moved
sideways so that he was above me.
The farmer came around to my head knelt down and said
quietly, "If I let him mount you while you’re tied, he
will ram you till you black out. If you promise to be a
good girl and give us a good show, I’ll get you untied.
We’ll tether the horse back so you can control how much
you take, but I’ll expect you to have at least ten
inches up inside you."
I didn’t reply.
He paused for about ten seconds, then, "ok. If that’s
the way you want it. Push his knob end in lads."
"No stop. I’ll give you a show," I shrieked.
Within seconds I was released, and standing by the
horse.
I was asked if I was scared of horses, I said I’d been
riding them for years. I was told to put on some
clothes that had been brought, and I was soon dressed
like a school girl. My small build allowed me to carry
off the illusion. I mounted the horse as instructed,
and thought about making an escape.
They must have read my thoughts, and they pointed out
that there was a rope on one of the horse’s hooves, out
of camera shot, but still effective as a restraint. I
rode the horse out into the yard, and returned with the
cameras running; I dismounted, walked the horse to the
stall, and tethered him.
As this was to be a silent video they were able to
instruct me what was wanted every step of the way. I
was told that it was going to be used for blackmail
purposes, to make sure I didn’t cry rape. They realised
I was rich, and would not like my circle of friends to
see me fucking a horse of my own free will.
I reached down and rubbed the sheath that I knew
contained a sleeping giant. The giant awoke, slowly at
first, and as the pink flesh appeared, I leaned under
and used my tongue. The more I wet its length, the
longer it got, I stretched my mouth over its flowery
end, and flicked the hole with my tongue. The reaction
changed, it rapidly started swelling.
I removed my blouse, I hadn’t got a bra on, I rubbed
the prick around my tits. Then I bent down removed my
knickers, put one legs on a bale, and rubbed his prick
against my cunt.
This was now going past a show, my cunt was back in
overdrive, and each time I stroked the end passed my
hole, we could all see it open, as if it had some sort
of trigger mechanism. A few seconds of this was all I
could stand, and I was removing my skirt, and lying
back on the bales. Out of camera shot a couple of men
manoeuvred the horse above me and I reached for the now
fully awaked giant prick.
I didn’t know what to expect, but the farmer knelt down
and said, "If I was you I’d slide up the bales a bit.
Cos when you put him in he’ll go like mad, and try to
get it right up. If you let him find the end of his
tether, you can then work yourself back down to get
more prick as you want it."
I thought that was kind of him, so I did as advised. I
fed the flowery knob end into my throbbing hole, and
whoosh, it was like being inflated with a pump. He
pushed hard against his tether, the big fat piston
inflating my belly with each pump.
My first thoughts were, god, I’m glad I didn’t let him
fuck me while I was tied. My second thoughts were, god,
I hope the tether holds. Once we'd got going the excess
air trapped in my belly seemed to disappear, and his
thrusting started to be enjoyable, even though it was
very painful. I know that’s a contradiction, but unless
you’ve experienced it, you can’t know what I mean.
I started to edge my way back down the bale to receive
more prick. I did this without being asked to by the
farmer, but as soon as he saw what I was doing, he
smiled and said, "I knew you were a film star when I
saw you with that little terrier. This is one great
video." This was without doubt one of the best
experiences I have ever had, the pace of his thrusting,
the length of stroke, the way the size stretches my
belly, and the explosion at the end. How many gallons
of cum has a horse got?
I was helped to my feet, and found it difficult to
walk. I sat on the edge of a bale wiping myself down,
the spunk had gone everywhere. I stank of horse cum. At
that point the farmer gave me a small mini-dress, and
said, "I think you aught to get dressed as quick as
possible, I phoned your husband about ten minutes ago,
and he’ll be here soon. Don’t forget the word rape is a
nasty one, and this video would make interesting
viewing in the local area."
I put on the bra and dress, and stood up; I was still a
bit shaky. I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a
piece of glass that was leaned against the wall. I
stood there using it as a mirror; the dress didn’t come
down low enough to cover my fanny.
"Haven’t you got anything longer," I asked.
"Sorry I’ve only got clothes that belong to my twelve
year old daughter. Any way that looks alright."
"But it’s showing everything I’ve got."
"That’s only cos your looking at your reflection from
that glass at ground level, from here you would hardly
know that you hadn’t got pants on."
"Have you got any pants for me?"
"Well you’re pants are back on you’re engine, and your
husband will wonder where, and why you got another
pair."
"I suppose so, but I feel so naked."
Well let’s face it you are. Hush, is that his car?"
My husband walked in to find a horse in the stalls, a
row of men standing around, and me without pants and
tights (I’m not sure he could tell I hadn’t got pants
on).
The farmer spoke first, "these are the lads that you
have to thank for rescuing your misses," holding out
his arm and pointing to the four men who had brought me
here.
He dutifully said, "Thanks lads I’m very grateful. Come
on Virginia, let get you home."
As I started to walk, a voice from the hay loft said,
"Hey don’t forget your shoes," it was the old man
holding my shoes at the top of the ladder.
"Go on, nip up there and get your shoes, then we can
get going. She’d forget her head if it was loose," my
husband said laughingly.
I made my way to the ladder, with everyone watching I
started to climb, I knew by the silence that all eyes
were concentrating on my accent.
The silence was broken by the farmer in a casual voice,
"She got a lovely pair of legs, your misses, hasn’t
she?"
He didn’t answer, he was lost for words. I grabbed the
shoes and made my way back down; meanwhile the farmer
was talking loudly to my husband. "I’ll tell you what
mate. We’ve only known your misses for an hour, but
we’ve all come to love her in a very short time. Even
the horse fell in love with her"
The journey home was terrible; the questions went on
for days. I never thought I’d ever visit that farm
again, how wrong can a girl be. Still that’s another
story that I will tell if anyone is interested in
mailing me. I think its time for my bed now. "Come on
Bruce, that’s a good dog. No don’t be impatient, wait
till we get upstairs."
Why "Lady Virginia’s Night to Remember?" Well my
official title is Lady Virginia, the Great Dane was
named Titan, almost titanic, and the horse was a grey
stallion call Iceberg, and did he sure rip my hull
open.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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