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The Trouble with Linda
by Robin (robin2003@clara.co.uk)

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A woman scorned is a very dangerous thing. (MMF, 
F/beast, exh, nc, v, bd, tort)

***

It is amazing, what the human body is capable of. Given 
the right set of circumstances, it will adapt to many 
things. Take Linda for instance. Who would have thought 
that she would eventually accommodate a horse’s cock? 
Who would have thought that her slight body would be 
able to allow something the size of her arm to slip 
into her body and fuck her until it shot copious 
amounts of jizz into her and at such force, that it 
filled her womb and made her belly distend? 

Who would have thought that she would ever be able to 
take a fully-grown Rottweiler in the arse and then 
swallow the whole ten inches of him while sucking down 
his cum without spilling a drop? If I hadn’t seen it 
with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe it and even now, 
after watching her do these wondrous feats of human 
rapaciousness, I still find it difficult to believe.

At sixteen, Linda had been so small in stature. Her 
tits hadn’t begun to fill out much more than pimples 
that would have looked under developed on a twelve year 
old. Her snatch had the downy fuzz of a young girl and 
she was virtually hairless everywhere except her head, 
which had a shock of carrot coloured and shapeless hair 
on it. 

She and I started going out then, but she was so scared 
of losing her virginity and getting pregnant, that it 
soon fell flat. We split up and went in different 
directions. I left home for University, studying law, 
while Linda went to college and further education. She 
had always had this affinity with animals so, naturally 
I suppose, she decided to go into farming, or more 
particularly, ‘Animal Husbandry’. What ever that means. 
So our spheres of life never crossed. We said our 
goodbyes and parted friends. That is until we met 
again. 

My career had gone from strength to strength. Rising 
through the ranks at an unprecedented rate. Luck played 
a major part in my development. Somehow, the right 
cases landed at my office doorstep. Prestigious 
affairs, that carried headlines and created citable 
rules and precedents for future generations of Lawyers, 
fell regularly into my lap. 

Money, which had always been something of a bane as a 
child because of its scarcity, was now no more than a 
luxurious hindrance. Having money presents problems, 
but money can always get you out of it as well. I had 
married and divorced twice. No children were produced, 
thankfully. Neither wife managed to get anything from 
me because I had engineered grounds for divorce, 
claiming adultery in both cases. The right photo-
manipulator and a couple of grand can make some pretty 
damning evidence.

At thirty-four, I was loose and fancy free. My workload 
had decreased to a level where I only went to the 
office once or twice a week, leaving the dross of cases 
to my employees. I could pick and choose the cases I 
took on. The background legwork to each case was left 
to the foot soldiers to do.

It was a Monday when it landed on my desk. I was 
looking at the Thames through my prestigious office 
windows. Watching the tourist launches ply their trade, 
stopping at ‘The Tower of London’ and ‘HMS Belfast’ so 
the Japanese could exercise their camera fingers. A 
knock on my door broke the reverie.

"I have a Mrs. Reid at the desk Sir," Joanne’s voice 
trickled like running water, she always sounded as if 
she was smiling and, usually was, I paid her enough. 
"Says she won’t speak to anyone but you. What should I 
do with her?"

"Do we know her?" I didn’t bother with formalities like 
names and didn’t turn.

"Don’t think so, but she is pretty persistent and tells 
me she is an old friend." 

I thought for a moment, casting through the Rolodex of 
my brain to see if I had any Mrs. Reid’s lurking in 
there. I couldn’t recall any.

"Get rid of her. Tell her I am busy, in a meeting."

"A meeting of one is it?" A different voice asked of my 
back. "Hello James, been a long time."

Curiously, I turned on the axis of my heel and observed 
Joanne trying to hustle out the owner of the voice. 
Dark glasses hid the eyes of the newcomer and the 
clothes she wore didn’t help at all in her identity. 
Raven black hair framed a thin face stopping at 
shoulder length. Her neck and upper arms were bare, 
supporting a gypsy style blouse that puckered over the 
tops of breasts that were obviously free of a bra. She 
removed her glasses and stared back at me.

"Linda?" I recognised the eyes. "Is that you? You look 
so... different." It sounded lame, but I was thrown by 
the transformation. I had an instant picture of the 
thin and underdeveloped body that had been Linda, the 
last time I saw her. Clothes hung on the picture like 
old brown trousers on a scarecrow, but now; Armani and 
Versace were possibly her ‘Aide de Couture’. She had 
filled out in the right places. Not in anyway large, 
but in a cultured and sophisticated poise that had 
bearing and confidence as its basis.

"What can I do for you? What are you doing here?" My 
eyes roamed over her and she registered the fact.

"James, I need you’re help." It was a simple statement, 
but one that carried a note of desperation.

"You don’t look like you do. Christ! You look so 
different, amazing!" I became aware of repeating my 
self. "You had better come in, please take a seat. 
Joanne, please bring some refreshments." Joanne asked 
Linda as she sat in the leather Chesterfield and 
adjusted her jeans, what she would like. Tea was 
arranged.

"So, what do you need my help with?" I sat opposite 
her, drinking in the shape of her body that was hardly 
hidden in the clinging jeans she wore. Her shoes were 
overtly Gucci. The logo was not too discreet, 
advertising the make by a small metal tab on the 
instep. Her make-up was complimentary to her 
complexion. The black hair added to her demeanour of 
wealth and well-being.

"It’s a long story James, I would prefer we did this 
over lunch, but the crux of the matter is I am about to 
be charged with indecent behaviour as well as lewdness 
and bestiality. I cannot afford the scandal, much less 
the publicity or even being found guilty." She blushed 
prettily as she spoke the words, but her eyes didn’t 
waver for one second. She held me in her gaze and 
captivated my interest. "I heard you were a hot shot 
Lawyer and didn’t have too many options."

"But these are minor charg..." 

"And murder," she interrupted me.

"I think you had better tell me all about it Linda. 
Let’s do lunch and see what’s what."

We passed the next hour in my office, chatting about 
our lives since we had seen each other. I told her of 
my disasters in the marriage department and gave her a 
brief synopsis of my sparkling career. Linda told me of 
her college years, then spending several seasons in 
Rwanda teaching the locals how to farm and care for 
animals that largely subsisted on a quarter of the 
water they needed. She had two books under her belt, 
both of which had done very well in the limited field 
of her profession. She was now considered to be one of 
the leading exponents of Animal Husbandry and was 
consulted on a worldwide scale.

Later, over lunch at "Ocean" in Albemarle Street, she 
started to tell me of her less than public life. I 
listened to her story and continued listening while we 
walked in Green Park and later in my little Pied de 
Terre in Chelsea. The story gave a completely different 
impression of the woman who was telling it.

It all started while Linda was in her second year at 
college.

I fell in with a group of people who were studying the 
same course. We did the usual stuff of parties, drugs 
and sex. I change a lot when I went to college. 
Somehow, in the middle of all that, we took our finals 
and I ended up with a degree. I started working with 
WWW organisation and things looked fine. In so much as, 
I had an assured future. But it all started to go wrong 
when I married Roger two years ago. He had been on the 
same course as me, and we had a thing going for a 
while. 

Roger and I dated. We did the usually stuff, did the 
usually haunts and screwed each other silly. I fell in 
love with him and thought I would never be able to live 
without him. How wrong could I have been? Now, he is 
dead and I am likely to be charged with his murder. 
But, I am getting ahead of myself...

It was at yet another party that it all happened. As I 
said, we were in our second year and things were pretty 
crazy in those days.

I had been drinking on and off all day, by the evening, 
I was well tanked and out of it. Johnny was the host 
for a change. He had a large flat in Camberwell. The 
music was loud, it always was and I felt pretty cool. 
Someone came up with some grass and that was really 
that. I get out of control on Skunk and this was good 
gear. 

I took of most of my clothes, nothing unusual about 
that, we all did, and I was getting pretty engrossed 
with someone. You know, tongues and fondling. I was 
still very small then and it was always a joke when 
someone said, get yer tits out, Oh! You have. Didn’t 
notice. I didn’t mind because it was funny, most of the 
time.

Anyway, I was getting down and dirty, so to speak. Then 
it was time to drag him upstairs. I screwed the guy, 
can’t remember his mane, but I screwed him senseless 
because he flaked out and I returned to the party. I 
remember that it was in the middle of a discussion when 
I came into the living room. The rest that had stayed 
awake were discussing the aptitude of animals to 
training. I said that it was possible to get a dog to 
do anything if it was trained or coaxed right. What’s 
more, I would prove it. I ordered someone to find a 
dog, any old dog, even one off the street.

A dog was produced, a scruffy street urchin as I 
recall. But, I got it to sit and beg and stuff like 
that. I think it must have been trained, because it 
takes time to get dog to learn. Then someone suggested 
we try to get it to lick pussy instead of chasing it up 
trees. I guess it was a joke, but never say never. I 
had a go.

I smelled of the guy who had fucked me upstairs. Semen 
was still oozing from me and the dog latched onto this 
straight away. A dog will always clean up after it, 
something that men leave to the woman. He got right at 
it and licked me pussy until a screamed in pleasure. 
That tongue took me to places I had never been and the 
audience encouraged the little dog. 

This went on for sometime, until I couldn’t take 
anymore. I was very hot by then and had experienced 
several crashing orgasms. At last, I pushed the animal 
away, but the rest of them said that it was unfair I 
got all the pleasure and he got nothing but a tongue 
full of me. I guess it was the mixture of wine and 
grass, but in no time, I had that little fella in my 
mouth.

I sucked his little dick, making his balls scrunch up 
and his knot expand. He shot a load into my mouth, 
which I spat out. It tasted awful. But that was my 
initiation to bestiality. I liked it and wanted to do 
it again, but didn’t really get the chance. Until that 
is, I met Roger. Roger had been at the party and had 
remembered what I had done in my drug-fuelled 
exuberance.

After we had got over the re-introduction stages and 
had learnt our way around each other’s bodies and 
sensitivities and got married, things changed 
dramatically. Roger had been promising a weekend away 
for ages. Had I known what he had planned, I would have 
stayed home.

I was taken to a farm, somewhere in Buckinghamshire. As 
soon as I got there, I knew I was in trouble. I was 
blindfolded until I was grabbed and a gag was put in my 
mouth. It had a ball that forced my teeth apart. My 
clothes were ripped from me and leather manacles were 
put on my wrists and my ankles were fettered. They took 
the blindfold away, someone who I couldn’t see said 
that I should be able to observe all that was going on.

Two women in leather harnesses took me to a room 
without any windows in it. They washed me from head to 
toe, paying particular attention to my breasts and 
genitals. I can’t tell you how bad that made me feel. I 
had dabbled with a woman once before, but decided it 
wasn’t for me. 

Anyway, they scrubbed me and then washed my vagina with 
a spray, pushing the nozzle into me and then flushing 
me through. I tried to get free, struggling all the 
while, but the manacles and gag did their job. Worse 
was to come. My anus was given the same treatment, a 
long thin hose was inserted into my rectum, it seemed 
to go on for ever and must have been all of two feet 
long. Then the water was turned on. Christ on a stick! 
It was the most uncomfortable sensation and there was 
shit and water all over the place. I remember I cried, 
but it was no use.

Then I was taken to another room. It was to be my room 
for the duration of my stay. The women towelled me dry 
and started to rub some sort of fragrant oil over my 
body. Again, they spent an inordinate amount of time 
with my tits and genital area. Their hands and fingers 
massaged the oil into every crack and then one of them 
pushed her fingers into me. I couldn’t do anything 
about it. She pushed harder and harder, until she had 
forced me to accept her whole hand. I thought my guts 
were going to explode. The bitch fist fucked me until 
my legs gave out. 

They took the gag out of my mouth. I think I must have 
said something because the one, who had been holding me 
up, slapped me across the face, hard. Another gag was 
found. This one was quite different, in the shape of a 
phallus. They forced my mouth open and shoved it in. It 
was just long enough to sit at the back of my throat, 
making me swallow, but not gag on it. They tied it off 
so that I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t breath at 
first. The automatic response shut off my airway. But 
the brain will override when oxygen is needed. Even 
though I had this long cock shaped thing in my throat, 
I started to breath through my nose. I soon became used 
to it. Just as well, because it stayed there for 
several hours.

Then another cock shaped strap was shown to me. I had 
no idea what they were going to do with it and feared 
they would shove that into my mouth, but no. It was 
shoved into my arse and the strap tied off so it 
couldn’t come out again. It felt huge and I thought my 
arse had been split. One of the women said that they 
would start small. After they tied my wrist manacles to 
a ring on the wall, they left me alone and went away.

I lost all sense of time. My body felt ravished and I 
was in pain from the fisting and this fucking great big 
dildo in my arse. My muscles wanted to push it out and 
tried for a long time, but eventually, got used to 
having this thing sitting there.

Over a period of a few days, I was treated the same. 
Every so often, they took out the butt plug, as they 
called it, allowed me to defecate and then put a larger 
one back in. The same with the one in my mouth, but 
that was in smaller increments. 

I still cannot believe my body could learn to cope with 
that. By the time my training, as they called it, had 
been completed, my anus could accept a rubber dildo 
with the circumference of my fist without trying to 
shit it out. I had also learned to swallow a cock 
shaped dildo of about ten inches. Doesn’t sound a lot I 
know, but you look at it on the tape and then tell me 
it isn’t. Just try swallowing a banana and see how far 
you get and all the time, remembering to breathe.

The whip was the worst though. These two bitches 
whipped me like they enjoyed it. I have scars on my 
back from the flaying they did. It will teach you 
respect and humility, they said. It taught me all 
right. It taught me to hate and to plot revenge.

Then suddenly, it stopped. The two bitches, as I had 
named them, came into the room. They untied my hands, 
took out the butt plug and removed the gag. They washed 
me and put some clothes on me. I wanted to throttle 
them, but my muscles had cramped from being immobile 
for so long. I did manage to kick one of them in her 
cunt, the bitch.

When they had me dressed, a blindfold was shoved over 
my eyes. They said that if I so much as touched it, 
they would flail my skin off. I believed them. I was 
taken from my room and led across the courtyard of the 
farm. Mud oozed between my toes, I remember and I 
enjoyed the coolness of it. One of them knocked at a 
door and asked to be allowed in so they could present 
their charge.

I was led into a room that was warm. I could hear 
several people were in there and I remember asking to 
be freed. I also remember the laugh that my pleading 
produced. Suddenly, new manacles or something were tied 
to my wrists and rings were locked onto my ankles, but 
without a chain between them. 

Then I was forced to kneel and something was shoved 
into my guts, making me bend at the waist. My hands 
were yanked forward and tied to a ring in the floor. My 
ankles were also attached to the floor and whatever I 
was laid on, supported my body. The clothes the bitches 
had put on me were ripped from my back. I was naked and 
knew I was being shown to whoever was in the room.

Several hands and fingers felt me. Some of them pushed 
at my groin and explored my pussy. Some of them were 
shoved up my arse, which was no problem after the way 
the butt plug had stretched me.

I remember screaming at them to let me go. I remember 
someone whispering into me ear that, if I didn’t shut 
the fuck up, I would be whipped until I bled. I shut up 
to a whimper.

After a while, a large dog was brought into the room. I 
couldn’t see it of course, but my sense of smell told 
me what it was. Something was smeared on my exposed 
pussy and the dog licked it off. God help me, but the 
dogs tongue felt good and I soon had a wracking orgasm. 

Then it was lifted off of me, only to be placed back 
again in the traditional doggy fashion. He began to 
hump at me, but was missing the mark by a long way and 
I thought, thank fuck for that! But, someone helped the 
brute out and guided his cock at my soaking pussy. 
Without any warning, this dog shoved a massive cock 
right into my abused cunt. 

He shoved it so far up and with such force that my body 
was lifted from whatever I was resting on. He kept on 
shoving at me, driving his cock further and further, 
fucking me at a rate that only a dog can. I felt his 
knot growing and pushing at me cunt, but not quite in 
me and again, I thanked God. But the combination of his 
tongue and then being shafted to there and back 
rendered me incapable of any control. 

My body took over in what is known as an ecstasy throw. 
I had to have the dog until I would blank out. I 
trembled, I howled and fucked the dog right back. Then 
His knot forced its way past my outer lips and sunk 
into me. I could feel several things at once. His knot 
growing and expanding inside me and the tip of his cock 
finding the neck of my womb and forcing its way into my 
opening. The pain was bad, but at the same time, I 
needed it. 

I wanted the dog to fuck my insides out. And then he 
came. A dog’s temperature is quite a bit higher than 
ours, so the semen that flooded my womb felt scalding 
hot. The dog stopped pounding at me and just let his 
come flood me in spasms that I thought wouldn’t stop. I 
guess we remained tied for fifteen minutes until he 
pulled out of me. I thought my womb was going to be 
pulled out through my cunt. The come had created a 
vacuum.

That was the first of three times. I was taken away to 
my room again, cleaned up and then all of the training 
objects inserted or tied as before.

For three days, I was taken to the room and fucked by 
this dog until it had shot his load deep into me and 
eventually got free of my cunt.

The forth day was different. It started out the same, 
being blindfolded and tied to the floor over the 
cushion and the dog giving my pussy a good slavering 
until I came. But this day, he was pulled off of me. 
Instead of the dog being guided into my cunt, I was 
bodily lifted onto something else. My hands and feet 
were off the floor and tied to something else. 

I had a sense of being up in the air. Suddenly, the 
unmistakable smell and noise of a horse came to my 
awareness. Without so much as a warning, I felt its 
hooves land either side of me and to my horror, the 
cock of the horse being helped into my arse. Powerful 
thrusts from the animal drove his cock deep inside of 
me. My anus allowed his penetration from the training 
it had received. 

The animal seemed to thrust forward and drive this huge 
cock into me, then back off to the point of almost 
pulling out. A return thrust shoved him straight back 
and the process repeated. I was lifted off the cushion 
from the force of his surging thrusts until, with a 
final massive push forward, he shot so much semen into 
me that it squirted backwards and onto the floor.

I thought that this would be the final spectacle, but 
was wrong. After the horse was led away. The people in 
the room flipped me over onto my back and back onto the 
lower cushion. Someone started to fuck me, but next to 
the dog’s dick, it felt puny and did nothing for me. 
Then the dogs cock was positioned at my mouth and my 
head yanked back. 

I had no choice but to open my lips at which point, the 
whole of the dogs cock slipped straight into my throat. 
He fucked my mouth while others fucked my cunt or arse. 
The dog’s pointy end was nudging my tonsils, gradually 
getting further and further with each push until his 
knot was banging on my lips. 

I could not open my mouth wide enough for him to get it 
all in, but it didn’t matter. Someone grasped him and 
it must have felt as if he had entered me all the way, 
because he stopped jerking and instead, shot so much 
red-hot come down my throat, that I thought I would 
gag. The training I had received helped me to breath 
and not suffocate.

I felt the men who had been watching, yanking 
themselves off. Then their semen was being splashed all 
over me. It was in my hair, over my tits and belly, in 
my mouth, but worst of all, in my newly uncovered eyes. 
Come in the eyes burns like fuck. But I had seen Roger 
and that was enough for me.

Afterwards, Everyone said how well I had done. How well 
I had responded to the training and how photogenic I 
looked on film. The bastards, not content in 
humiliating and degrading me, had filmed the whole 
thing.

Roger took me home afterwards. He seemed pretty pleased 
with himself and even made some comment about having 
the ultimate slave who would be so good in servitude. 
Well I fixed him.

A few days later, the Postman brought a copy of the 
videotape along with a cheque for one hundred thousand 
pounds. The payee had been left blank, so I took it. 
Roger told me that he was selling copies of the tape 
over the Internet for two hundred pounds each and they 
were going like hot cakes. He had set up an Internet 
account and was making money so fast he couldn’t 
believe it.

Anyway, one night, soon after we had returned, he 
thought he would be able to screw me. I let him for a 
while, until he forced his filthy cock into my mouth. 
My defence will be that it was a nervous reaction or a 
tic that made me clamp my jaws together. I didn’t mean 
to swallow the bastard’s dick whole, but it happened. 
He bled to death inside five minutes and the ambulance 
arrived in fifteen. Shame that eh?

Her story had taken most of the afternoon to tell. I 
have tried to relate it as accurately as possible, but 
she gave so much detail and emotion to it, that it is 
impossible to really do it justice here. 

Justice was what she got. I had won her back and lost 
my first case. The Judge was a mean old bastard who was 
of the opinion that women should be tied to kitchen 
sinks. Our appeal brought the conviction down to one of 
involuntary manslaughter and she only had to serve 
twelve months with remission.

The film is still realising huge amounts of money. 
Linda has now set up the account in her own name and 
has begun to practice her advice line for African 
farmers. We have bought a house in Wiltshire with 
several bedrooms and a few acres of land sitting at the 
foot of a valley and secluded to the rest of the world. 

We also have a dog. She tells me, that it is a 
Ridgeback, something the South African farmers use to 
herd cattle. He is a big sod and as mean as hell until 
Linda comes home. I can’t compete with him, but then 
again, I don’t really need to because she really can 
swallow head and I like mine attached.

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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