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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? 

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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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