Ginger eased into the hot tub, wearing her favorite green bikini. She was glad to finally be able to relax, to soak in the warm soothing waters in her backyard. It was dark out, and she had just gotten home from a long day on her feet at the department store where she worked. With a splash, she dropped her tired arm into the water and began massaging her aching leg muscles. She gave a little yawn and let her eyes sag closed.

Suddenly there was a loud splash. Ginger's eyes opened wide and saw that a man had jumped into the tub with her. He was half-naked and powerfully built, compared to her own willowy frame Ginger could see the evil gleam in his eyes illuminated by the weak lighting she had set up around the hot tub.

Before she could scream, the man lunged forward and covered her mouth. "MMMm!" Ginger cried, grasping at his hand, trying to pull away.

"Don't make any noise," the man told her, releasing his hand, "Listen to me."

"Ok, ok," breathed Ginger. It wouldn't do her any good. Why had she wanted to live out in the middle of nowhere anyways? "Please don't hurt me."

"We are going to fuck," the man continued, "If you scream, I'm going to hurt you really bad. Understand?"

"Please no!" squealed Ginger. "No."

The man grabbed Ginger's throat with one hand. He felt her adam's apple bob up and down as she swallowed in fear. He cupped her butt with the other hand and pulled her body close to his, feeling her trying to squirm away. She was so thin and helpless in his hands that he instantly grew hard.

Ginger struggled as her assailant kissed her lips. He felt her shaking and could tell that she was holding her breath as kissed her. The man dropped his hand down to squeeze her breasts. They were big on such a skinny girl, and all natural, which he loved. He groped them through the bikini, yanking the fabric to one side and pinching her nipples. The man grabbed her bikini bottom and started pulling down on it, his tongue snaking into her mouth as she fought with him. He squeezed her tiny white-girl butt hard and slid his fingers into her ass crack.

Ginger yanked her head away from the kiss and shrieked in pain and fear. The attacker took the opportunity to pull her bikini bottom down to her knees.

"Please, please don't," she panted.

He stopped feeling her ass.

"Will you blow me?"

"Just don't hurt me," she said, "Just don't hurt me."

"I'll let you go afterwards if you blow me."

Ginger looked around. Of course there was nobody to see her, but nobody to help her either.

"Just start giving me head underwater," he said.

"Can I come up for air?"

"Not until I cum," he told the pretty blonde, pushing down on her shoulder and dunking her underwater. She fought to surface, but he held her down for five or ten seconds. She gasped for air.

"You better start sucking next time, or you're not coming up again."

"Ok, ok," sobbed Ginger.

He pulled her down again, this time more gently, and she went under the surface of the water. He removed his shorts while he was down there, and he guided Ginger's face to his thick erection. She took him into her mouth and began to suck on it. He could feel her start to tremble after a few seconds and knew that she was running out of air as she began to push upwards against his hands, still sucking his cock. He kept her down there for almost a minute longer, then let her up. She gave a huge gasp, and heaved air into her lungs, snot coming from her mouth and nose, before she was able to speak.

"Pp-please. No more!"

"Well, I didn't cum, so it looks like you're going to have to get fucked."

"You, you said you'd let me go."

"You didn't make me cum."

"No, no," she wept, wondering when the torment would end.

"I'll tell you what," he said, "You are such a good little cocksucker; I'll give you a choice."

"What?"

"Tell me where you want to get fucked. Here in the tub, in your house, or at my place. Whatever you want, baby." Ginger's shoulders slumped, resigned. "Just do it here." She wanted to get this over with, and there was no way she wanted to go anywhere with him.

"Ok," he said, his face smiling and triumphant, and he turned her around. He ripped her bikini top off and squeezed her tits brutally.

Ginger stood still, horrified as he shoved her into the wall.

"Loosen up."

He pulled her waist back so that she was bent over.

"Hold on, bitch" he told her Ginger quietly grabbed hold of the edge of the tub. She felt his fingers start rubbing her crotch, spreading her legs apart wider. The man slid two fingers into her from behind and started pumping them in and out of her, loosening her up a little bit. He posititioned her cock at the entrance to her cunt, spread her open with his hand a little bit more, and pushed into her. Hard.

Ginger took a deep breath as he rammed himself into her. Oh God, she thought, his cock hurt so much. It was so big. She just didn't want to die, she just didn't want to die.

He reached around to grab her tits while he was banging her, punching into her from the back, pinching her nipples at the same time. Ginger was whimpering like a baby. He laughed and started fucking harder, grunting as he pounded her pussy. He rubbed his finger against her clit roughly.

"No, please don't," she begged, jumping as he put his finger on the spot. He reached up and grabbed her hair.

She grunted as he pulled it back like reins while he rode her, digging deep inside of her with each thrust of his long cock.

"Oh God, it hurts, it hurts, stop!" The underwater sex washed away her natural lubrication. Soon Ginger was screaming in agony.

He yanked Ginger's hair hard and stopped fucking her.

"You're hurting me," she said, but just then he thrust extra deep, "Please stop..."

Ginger felt a warm wetness spurting into her belly.

"Oh no," she sniffled.

The rapist held her there as he pumped his seed into her. She started crying, loud sobs, like a child. He held her still until every last drop was inside her. She remained motionless.

He began to get limp and pulled out, then turned her back so she could face him.

"Please let me go." she pleaded, terror filling up her big brown eyes.

He paused to think. She remained silent as he looked her up and down. "I think that I am going to take you home with me."

"No!!" she screamed.

"Shhh..." he said, "You don't want to get hurt, honey." The rapist turned Ginger around in the hot tub. She allowed herself to be rotated, and his cum dripped from her vagina into the water as she turned.

Suddenly he punched her hard in the back of her neck.

Ginger's head snapped forwards and she went limp. The man smiled and shoved her limp body onto the pool deck. He pulled on his own soaked shorts. It was freezing outside of the steamy water, and he shivered. His van was parked along the roadside, about a hundred yards away. He carried the unconscious Ginger over his shoulder. It was no problem, because she was light, but he worried about cars driving by and seeing them. He moved quickly, even though he didn't expect traffic on the lonely country road, because he was trying to keep warm. As he opened the back door of the van, she started to come to.

"Wha..where am I?"

He set her down on the floor of the van.

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart."

Ginger's eyes flew open when she saw him.

"Help!" she screamed. "Help me!"

Her kidnapper smiled and slammed the doors shut. The rear of the van had a steel panel separating it from the front. There were no windows. Ginger was trapped.

The van began to move. It was pitch black where she was. Ginger was still soaking wet, and shivering. She was terrified. Where were they going to? She was filled with an unimaginable sense of dread. She was going to be raped again. And again. She would be tortured probably, in ways too gruesome to imagine. And locked in a shed somewhere for the rest of her short horrible life. Why did this have to happen to her? It wasn't fair! She curled up, pulling her knees to her chest, trying to stay warm. She tried to keep track of the turns the van took, but it was impossible. She felt it turn onto a highway, and drive for a long time, almost an hour. Then an exit onto a bumpy road. She assumed they were in the country somewhere. Finally the van came to a halt. Ginger didn't know if there was anyone around, but she pounded on the walls of the van and shrieked until she was hoarse and her hands were sore. Nothing happened, and no one came to open the doors.

She slumped against the wall of the van, and waited. And waited. For what seemed like hours, she stayed in the back of the van, until she fell asleep in the fetal position on the metal floor of the van. Ginger was woken by the sound of a key in the van's back door. She tried to get up, but a cramp in her leg made her tip over. As the door opened, and blinding daylight streamed in, Ginger lunged forward, ignoring the searing pain in her leg. The short stocky man who had raped her previously was waiting for her. He seized her around her torso as she leapt at him, and flung her to the earth. The fall to the ground knocked the wind out of Ginger. The man gave her a hard kick in the ribs with a booted foot. She curled up again, this time her ribs blazing with pain. He knelt on top of her, forcing her face down, and roughly yanked her arms behind her. Ginger struggled, but the man twisted her arms so far back she thought they would break. She then allowed him to bind her hands with twine, sniffling and crying the whole time. They were out in the country, but she yelled anyway. "Somebody please help me, PLEASE. Help!" Ginger screamed, the tears flowing down her cheeks. The man smacked her in the back of the head, knocking her face into the ground, not hard enough to knock her out, but hard enough to split her lip open.

"Shut the hell up," he growled. Ginger saw no point in getting hit again, so she quieted down. The twine cut into her arm, but she didn't dare complain. She'd have to wait until later to make an escape attempt. Until then, though, who knew what awaited her at the hands of this pervert? He grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair and used it to drag her across the yard towards a shed. Ginger shrieked with pain. She tried to get to her feet, but her legs were numb from sitting so long. She was dragged on her knees through the dirt as she clawed at his hands and stumbled along. The man opened the door to the wooden shed, gave Ginger's hair a final jerk, and shoved her through the doorway. Before she could react, he'd slammed the door behind her. She scrambled to her feet and tried to push on the door, but then she heard the sound of a padlock clasping, and then footsteps walking away. She started to cry again. The inside of the shed was pitch black. Ginger couldn't see her hand in front of her face. When they approached the building before, she had thought that it looked old and dilapidated. But as she moved around, pushing desperately against the walls and rattling the door, she found that it was completely sturdy. The room was bare, she found, and she raced back and forth, pounding on the walls and the door, kicking the wood, growing more and more frantic. Finally, Ginger collapsed in a sobbing heap in the center of the cold plywood floor. She was shivering, and completely naked. There she waited, until once again, exhausted sleep overtook her.

Ginger awoke with a start. There was a key in the padlock. She sat up and pulled her legs in towards her body, hugging them into her chest. The door swung open, revealing two dark forms tinged with the morning sunlight. As Ginger's eyes adjusted to the blinding light, she recognized the shorter man, the one nearer to her as the one who had raped her and brought her there in the van.

"Get up," he snarled, but didn't move any closer than a step inside the building. Ginger saw that he was holding what looked like a black stick in his hand. The man behind him was much taller and had long stringy hair. He was also holding a similar looking black rod.

"Get up," the man repeated. Ginger didn't move, and he lunged forward, jabbing at her with the black stick. He only reached just far enough to touch the end to her shoulder lightly, but a jolt of electrical pain coursed through her body. She collapsed to the ground, twitching uncontrollably from the powerful shock.

The men waited, holding their prods, watching Ginger as she climbed onto her hands and knees.

"Do I have to shock you too? Or are you going to do what he says?" the tall man spoke.

"N-n-no..." said Ginger, still jolted out of her wits, "Don't do it again. I'll be good." She was frightened terribly, and she rose unsteadily to her feet, bracing against the wall of the cabin for support. She watched the men ogle her naked body, taking a second before she realized to cover her breasts and crotch with her arms.

"Follow us outside. If you make any noise, we'll shock you all afternoon. Do you understand? DO YOU?" the taller man shouted.

Ginger sniffled and nodded. The two men turned and walked out into the sunshine. She followed them. Outside the cabin, a few hundred feet away, was a house and what looked like a barn. The buildings were in a large clearing, surrounded on all sides by dense forest, except for where the road led. Ginger didn't even consider making a run for it, at least not at the moment. She kept her hands over the private areas of her body and was reassured by the thought that if they wanted to kill her, they would have done it already.

While she stood there, the tall man turned to his shorter friend and began a quiet conversation. They were just out of earshot at this volume and range, and Ginger couldn't make out anything they said, although their faces did not look pleasant.

"...need some of that..." the tall man concluded, and strode towards her, brandishing his stick. Ginger backed away, slowly, shuffling, keeping her hands over her breasts and genitals. Finally, he flung his black taser aside and leapt at her. Ginger almost fell over as she backpedaled. The man tackled her to the ground. Her back on the cold dewy grass, he straddled her prone form and leered down at her. His eyes were crazed with lust. Ginger reached up and slapped him across the face. Enraged, he punched her in the face, again and again, bloodying her nose. As he stopped beating her, she felt her eye begin to swell.

"What are you doing?" screamed the shorter man. "That's going to show up on the tape."

"She hit me," the taller one said. "She's an annoying bitch and I have to teach her a lesson."

"Just fuck her and get it over with," the first guy said, "We don't have all day."

The man returned his attentions to Ginger. With a powerful hand, he pried her legs wide apart. Ginger relaxed and opened her legs, knowing that it was useless to resist. The man bent forward and began kissing her on the mouth vigorously, biting at her lips and neck. He squeezed her breasts, mauling her tender flesh. Ginger began to cry again. The man pulled himself up again and began unbuckling his belt. She laid there beneath him, her legs open, waiting for what she knew would happen. Ginger watched him pull his hard cock out of his briefs, and rub it.

Then suddenly, she tensed up and jerked her legs closed. She was able to scoot backwards slightly from underneath him. She tried to get up from her seated position, but fell over. She was far enough away from the man's grasp to get up, though. The first man watched with a grin on his face as Ginger ran across the field, screaming her head off. The second man scrambled to pull his pants up. He stumbled once, then got them to mid-thigh level. Clutching his trousers, he ran after her. He closed the ground between them quickly, even holding onto his pants. He caught Ginger and threw the woman to the ground. Ginger hit the earth hard, knocking the wind out of her. She couldn't recover her breath either, because the man was lying on top of her, panting. His trousers lay in a heap by his side.

The short man strolled over, clutching both black tasers and laughing.

"Here you go," he said, and tossed one of the stun guns to his comrade. Ginger couldn't see him do this, because she was lying on her stomach, but she did feel him get off of her. She lay on the ground, her legs partly open, so both men could see her lips from behind; that succulent flesh which one man had already sampled, and the other was about to.

The taller attacker reached down with his fully charged taser and pressed it up against Ginger's cunt. Her genitals exploded in pain. Ginger's back spasmed violently. The pain was unbelievable, as ten thousand volts jolted her most sensitive and private flesh.

The men watched, laughing.

"See," said the short one, "Isn't that more fun than hitting her? So much more high-tech. And look at her squirm."

His partner merely grunted and knelt behind the motionless Ginger. He pulled his cock from his pants and began rubbing it to life. Ginger barely had stirred by the time he'd made it hard. He used his knee to separate her legs, as wide as they could go while she was face-down. An interesting wisp of smoke curled from her vagina. The man laughed, and pressed his dick in between her butt cheeks.

He bypassed her vagina and made straight for her little pink asshole. He pushed his dick against it, trying to work it in. Ginger would have none of it, though.

"N-N-Nnnh!" she moaned and twisted away from him with surprising strength. He pushed her back down into the dirt. Once again she tried to wriggle free, and once again he shoved her into the dirt, this time head first. The pattern repeated itself several times, Ginger trying to get free, then getting shoved down hard by a man much stronger than she. Before long he had subdued her, and she lay still. He again tried to push his cock into her little shitter, but this time he was successful in penetrating into her anus. As soon as he made it past her clenched sphincter, he rammed himself home.

Ginger screamed with pain and outrage. She began vigorously struggling again, clawing the ground and trying to break free. He was lying on top of her, though, and he kept his cock securely implanted in her ass, despite her cries and struggles. She tried to turn back to see him, but he put his hand right on the back of her head and pushed her face into the dirt and kept it there for the rest of the assault. He rammed his cock in and out of her tight asshole. At first it was slow going, since Ginger had never been fucked there, but after a few minutes of his anal rape, her asshole became more relaxed (torn open?) and lubricated with precum and sweat. He could feel the moisture on the backs of her naked legs while he laid on top of her, raping her butt.

She was crying now. This was the cruelest indignation yet. To have this man do this to her. Ginger became more and more furious as the pain in her rear grew and grew with each thrust. Everytime she tried to raise her head, he slammed it back down into the ground. Eventually she gave up, exhausted, and just lay there, crying out when he jabbed his cock in especially hard.

Finally, when she had almost run out of tears, Ginger felt a wetness in her bowels. The man gave a few more half-hearted thrusts and pulled out, leaving her behind slimy with semen. He wiped his wet dick onto her ass cheek and stood up.

"You're bleeding," he pointed out, as he pulled his pants back up and fastened them. Ginger wept into the ground. She heard footsteps approaching and the swishing of grass.

"Roll over and look at me," the short man's deeper voice commanded. "Or you get shocked."

Despite the enormous pain in her asshole, Ginger complied out of fear. Both men looked down at her naked violated body with contempt. Ginger shuddered.

"By the way," the short man said. "Just so you know what's going on, both of us are film-makers, and we want you to act in our latest movie. You're going to play the leading lady."

Ginger felt like she was separated from her body. The man continued speaking in his arrogant tone of voice, but she wasn't listening. How could this be fucking happening? When was it all going to end? Were they going to kill her? Her mind was blasted by fear and anger.

"...clean, so get up. GET ON YOUR FEET." he said.

"Please, just let me go home", she begged, looking at the two gloating men, whose shadows fell across her bare bruised body.

He brandished the taser.

"Get up."

She got to her feet, and stood there. They were going to rape her again, she knew. Or somebody else was. Well, Ginger, she said to herself, you'd better be strong and just take this. It was going to happen one way or another, and if she let them do what they wanted, it wouldn't hurt as much.

The man who had been speaking was holding a garden hose with a spray nozzle on the end. He pointed it at her.

"This reminds me of a movie," he said. Ginger saw that he was holding a bar of soap in his hand. "Catch." he said, tossing it at her. Ginger caught it, and stared at him. He adjusted the nozzle, and a harsh spray of water jetted against her chest, almost knocking her over. She took a step backwards while he changed the water to a more gentle spray. "Clean yourself up, sweetie," he said, "And remember, water conducts electricity."

Ginger rubbed herself with the soap, glaring at both of them with fury in her eyes. She did as she was told, washing away the grime that had accumulated in the past 18 hours, gasping from the cold.

"Get those titties nice and soapy," the tall man said, and Ginger blushed red, but she did clean her breasts. "Clean that crotch out too," he advised, "Come on, wash out your stank pussy." Ginger stared back at him angrily.

She worked up a lather between her hands and parted her legs slightly so she rub her privates and clean them off. As she cleaned, she felt cum trickling from her abused asshole, and she rubbed it away.

By the time the men were satisfied, Ginger's teeth were chattering. The tall one threw her a torn white towel.

"Dry yourself off," he said. "I'm going to get her clothes," he said to his buddy. Ginger was confused. She was only wearing the bikini when she was attacked in her hot tub those many hours ago, and that was long gone, so she didn't know what he meant by her clothes. She dried herself with the towel while the short man stared at her.

A few minutes later, the taller man returned, holding something pink in his hands that looked like some article of clothing. He held it up and she saw that it was a pink dress, about the size Ginger wore when she was in grade school. The man handed it to her. It was made of very thin fabric. It looked like they'd taken the last one off of the clearance rack at Sluts 'R' Us.

"Put it on," the short man said.

Ginger hesitated.

"I don't know if it's going to fit."

"It better fucking fit," he replied, "Now put it on."

He turned to the tall guy.

"Where's the shoes and earrings and shit?" he asked.

"Inside."

"Well go get them! And hurry up." The taller, thinner of the two men ran off towards the house and the short man who had kidnapped her watched her struggle to get the dress on. She managed to pull it on, and saw her kidnapper eyeing her with satisfaction. Her breasts were bulging out, straining the front of the dress, which barely went below the bottom of her ass cheeks. Ginger knew that she looked like a whore in the tight, short, trashy dress, but at this point she didn't care. She had been humiliated so many times in the last 18 hours that at this point she was pretty numb to it all.

The second man returned with a small duffel bag and a pair of black spike heels which he held before him as if they were contaminated.

He gave these directly to Ginger, who looked down at the grassy sod they were standing on.

"I don't know if I can walk with these on," she said.

"Well, leave "em off for now," the short man said, "Just put them on the ground." He took the bag from his partner in crime.

"What's this, the makeup and shit?" he asked.

"That's right."

He turned the entire bag over to Ginger.

"Here," he said. "Put on the makeup that's in there.

Use the mirror in the bag. Make yourself look pretty and slutty. I know you know how, you're a grown woman. If you fuck up, we'll shock you until you get it right. There's jewelry in there too. Put that on as well."

Ginger sat down on the grass and set to work, rummaging through the bag. The shorter man walked off. The choice of makeup was appallingly ugly, Red lipstick which went out of style in the eighties. Red nail polish. Turquoise blue eye shadow. She didn't have to work hard to make herself look slutty. And as for pretty, that was virtually impossible, given the color selection. The jewelry was cheap gold costume trash. A garish necklace, a bracelet and an anklet. She threw it on, and stood up. From a distance, approaching from one of the small buildings on the grounds, she saw the short man leading a large brown horse with white markings on its chest towards her by pulling on the reins.

In his other hand he had a pail of soapy water and a plastic shopping bag.

"I"ll get the camera," the tall man volunteered as he approached, and darted off"

The short man lead the horse right up to Ginger, so that she could smell hay and feel the hot breath from his nostrils.

"Hold up your hand," he said to her. "Let him smell you." Ginger did just that. She loved horses and couldn"t figure out what was going on. This one was a stallion, she figured from the huge pair of balls and the massive cock that jutted from his underbelly. The horse snorted and licked her hand. Ginger kept it in front of his face until he grew bored of it and turned away slightly. Still holding the reins, the man reached into the bag with him and produced a shiny red apple, which he gave to her. The horse noticed it and flared his nostrils a little bit.

Ginger took the apple.

"Feed it to him," he said, "He'll eat it right out of your hand."

Ginger fed the horse the apple, which he inhaled in one gulp, then chomped and mashed between his teeth. He licked her hand again, this time with more enthusiasm.

"See, Buster likes you," he told her. The tall man reappeared and began setting up a tripod and video camera.

"Not here," the man said. "In the shade."

"Take the bag," he said to Ginger, as he turned and led the horse away. Ginger realized that neither one of them had their stun sticks any longer, but she decided not to run away. They'd just catch her and beat her again. She picked up the plastic bag and looked inside. There was a sponge, the dish soap that had been probably used in the bucket, some sexual lubricant and a jar of Vaseline. She didn't know what it was all for, and she really really hoped that none of it involved her.

The three of them walked towards the shade of the small building, Ginger wearing her tight pink dress and carrying her heels and the bag, the short man leading Buster, and the tall man bringing up the rear, fumbling with the video camera and the tripod. When they had reached their destination, the short man set the bucket of water down near the back of the horse.

"All right," he said, "Remember how I said that you were going to be in our movie? Well it's an animal flick?"

The man continued speaking, but Ginger wasn't listening. She had suddenly realized what he meant by "animal flick" and "movie".

"No? no, I can't. I won't. Please, don't make me!" she begged, feeling like a small child who doesn't want to go to school, but is helpless to the whims of larger adults. She burst into tears.

The men stared patiently at her until her crying subsided.

"Look," the short man explained slowly, "We can go about things three ways. It's completely up to you. You can refuse to do this.

I'm pretty tired, my buddy's pretty tired, and I'm sure you're worn out too. I don't feel like wasting the batteries on my stun gun any more, so we're just going to cut your throat and bury you in the back." Ginger lowered her red-rimmed eyes. The man continued.

"Or you can do what we tell you but be stubborn about us, look sulky on tape, require too much coaching and prodding. Then you're going to end up with your throat cut in the field out back too."

But if you're a trooper, and do what we ask you to do with Buster with a smile on your face, you'll get to go home this evening. We'll drop you off on the side of the road with no life-threatening injuries. I don't care if you believe me or not, but that's what we're going to do. Then you can call the cops or your boyfriend or whoever and you can try to find us out here, but I doubt that you will. So how are we going to do this?'

Ginger looked at him, looked at the tall man, and looked at Buster. Then she looked down at her bare feet and wiggled her toes in the grass.

'The third way,' she said softly, 'I'll do what you say.' 'All right,' the short man said, 'Let's get to work. Take this bucket and the sponge in this bag and kneel down underneath the horse. I'll hold him still. You take his cock and wash it off gently with the soapy water.' The men watched, waiting expectantly.

Sniffling, Ginger carefully got down on her knees, near Buster's hindquarters.  She stared at the horse's cock. It was huge, almost the length and diameter of her forearm. His great balls hung down like two grapefruits inside his scrotum. She looked back at her kidnappers, and saw that the red light of the video camera was blinking at her.  The tall man held up a switchblade and made a cutting motion with it. Ginger shuddered.  She reached forward and took hold of the horse's penis. It was heavy and dirty. Little bits of skin and crud flaked off when she touched it. Buster whinnied. The short man patted him on the head and held the reins tightly.

Ginger dipped the sponge into the soapy water and rubbed it against Buster's cock. The smell below the horse was an overpowering, nauseating musk. Ginger gripped the head of the horse's cock and pointed it downwards while she scrubbed. After a minute or two, all of the dirt and dead skin had been removed. She stared at the thing, which seemed to have grown larger since she had started. The tip of the baseball bat sized cock was lighter in appearance, and hairless, while the rest of the massive organ was covered in a thin layer of light brown hair. The tip had a broad mushroom-like appearance, like the head of a man's cock.

She wasn't sure if the horse was clean or not, but he did seem to be enjoying the sensation. Every so often, he would give a whinny or snort to show that he liked being touched down there. Ginger took the sponge out of the clear water and proceeded to rinse off the horse, squeezing the sponge to run clean water down his cock, and wiping off the soap.  The front of her dress had soaked up so much cold water that her tits were sticking out in the flimsy fabric. By the time she'd finished washing Buster's cock, her teeth were chattering. The horse's cock was half hard now, and dripping with water.  Ginger did her best to stay smiling. She didn't want to end up dead, so she made a happy face, even though inside she was in agony at the vile things she was going to have to do.  'Hey,' hissed one of the men as he threw a packet at her. It landed in the grass.  Ginger saw that it was the sexual lotion that she was carrying before. The packet was white with green lettering.  'Mint-Flavored' it read. She tried to tear it open, but she was shaking so hard, her fingers slipped and it landed in the grass. As she fumbled around looking for it, she heard a hiss and looked up to see the short man making the same throat-cutting motion with his finger. Ginger found the packet, and this time successfully ripped it open. Some of the slippery fluid got on her hands, but she held on to it this time. 'Put it on the horse's dick,' the short man man holding the reins stage-whispered. 'Shhh?' warned the tall man behind the camera, 'It can hear you,' 'Shut up,' the first man replied, 'It can hear you too. We'll cover over it with music.' Ginger didn't pay attention to their squabbling. She had already squirted the lotion all over her hands. A little too much had dribbled out, and the cool, viscous fluid was running down her wrist. Trying to pretend that she was not really rubbing sex lube all over a horse's cock, she bent forward and smeared the minty-scented lotion onto Buster's huge organ, sliding her hands up and down, coating the entire cock with the greasy slime. His dick was so big, that Ginger could hardly get both of her hands around it. She rubbed the slippery stuff all around, up to the hairy base of his cock, until the fur there was matted with slime as well. She was filled with trepidation at what came next, so she lingered over the penis, and her caresses made it even harder. Finally, the order came. 'Put it in your mouth,' the short man told her. The tall man behind the camera cackled with glee. He noticed Ginger's reluctance. 'Do as you're told or we kill you, remember?' For a moment Ginger actually entertained the thought of death as preferable to this fate, but as she bent forward and parted her lips as wide as they would open to accommodate Buster, she knew that her decision had already been made in her mind. She was determined to live, even if it meant spending the rest of her days tracking down these two men who had raped, violated and now treated her literally like an animal. The head of the horse's huge penis was almost all Ginger could manage to fit in her mouth. She gagged on the taste, a combination of mint and gamey barn scent. Buster whinnied, and Ginger tried to inhale more of the stallion. Inch by inch she took it into her face until her cheeks were bulging with horse cock and she could barely breath. She didn't want to breath through her nose because the smell was making her sick, but it was hard to get air around the horse's huge organ.  'Mmmmf!' Ginger choked as the horse squirted precum down the back of her throat. She thought that she was going to throw up from the taste. She had about a third of Buster's dick in her mouth now, some of it partway down her throat, blocking her breathing completely. That was all she could take, though. Buster was loving it, whinnying and snorting loudly and rubbing his back hooves against the ground. At first, Ginger had worried about being kicked, but now the only thing she could concentrate on was the huge cock in her mouth. And to make matters worse, the horse started to thrust himself forward at her, like he was fucking her. This crammed even more meat down Ginger's throat and she gagged again. She was forced into a squatting position, up on the toes of the flimsy shoes. The dress was soaked with water and it clung to her body like it was painted on. Her make up had been smeared everywhere. Ginger used the big cock as a handle to hold onto with both hands while she performed fellatio on it. The slight woman was practically lifted off the ground just from the force of the horse thrusting and how far she had to reach to get to his cock. She was in a very uncomfortable position, the worst part of it being how painfully wide her mouth was stretched. 

All of a sudden, and without warning, besides a slightly louder than usual whinny, the horse came into Ginger's mouth. The first jets of the stallion's semen gushed against the back of her throat forcefully. Ginger yanked her head away, but her mouth was already full with about a gallon of sperm, not to mention the amount that she couldn't help but swallowing. She spit the cum onto the grass.  It was thick and white, with the consistency of mayonaise, but much worse tasting. Ginger kept retching and barfing onto the grass, trying to spit it up. There was so much of it, it was like downing an entire milkshake made of semen. Meanwhile Buster kept cumming. She was right underneath his belly, and he pushed his cock right up against her and pumping out. While Ginger coughed everything up, the horse squirted load after load of gunk onto her. It splattered onto her hair and on her face, on the back of her neck and all over her pink dress. Ginger moved to crawl away, and a blob of sperm that was on her nose dripped down, into her nostrils and over her lips. That was too much for her. She bent over on her knees and threw up into the grass, until she was just dryheaving. 

'Cut!' the short man said, and the man behind the camera stopped taping. Ginger had collapsed onto the ground and was shaking. 'Go get her a glass of water,' he said, and the tall man ran back into the house. 

The short man took Buster by the reins and led him a short distance away. The horse stepped carefully over the woman on the ground.  

The tall man handed the glass over to his partner, and the short man released the horse to the custody of the other man. He then walked to where Ginger lay in the grass, crying uncontrollably. 

'It's ok,' he said to Ginger, 'It will be over soon. You're not going to have to do that anymore,' He handed her the water, and Ginger immediately took it out of his hands. She would have done anything at the moment just to get her hands on it, that was how bad the minty, musky, salty, horse semen taste was. She rinsed out her mouth several times with it, spitting onto the grass. 

'Get on your knees underneath the horse, facing frontwards,' the tall man said.  Ginger took another drink and looked at him like he was crazy. She saw the serious look on his face and remembered the previous threats. Ginger got up and walked over to Buster, who was placidly standing there, munching on some grass.

'Get down there. Start rubbing his cock first,' the short man said, 'You're going to fuck him now. Remember. Don't fuss and don't be stubborn. It makes bad footage. This is the only warning you're going to get before the camera starts rolling.'

Ginger rubbed as much of the remaining sperm as she could off of her face before she knelt down. This caused her makeup to smear. The tall man ran over to assist her and they eventually decided to wipe the rest of the makeup off, since she looked like a raccoon.

The short man took her by the upper arm and yanked her down to her knees.  Then he returned to Buster's head, so that the camera could start. The red light began blinking and obediently, Ginger started rubbing the horses massive flaccid organ, gently stroking and rubbing the moist hairy flesh. As she rubbed the stallion's huge penis, it gradually stiffened up again. Ginger rubbed diligently until the mammoth piece of flesh protruded at a 45 degree angle and was completely hard. 

'Bend over,' the short man hissed, 'Put your head on the grass. Take his cock and put it into your pussy. Let him fuck you.'

Ginger felt like an animal, like complete garbage. How could she do this? But she didn't want to die, so she laid her cheek down on the soft ground and reached her hand back until she felt the horse's cock.

Buster snorted. Ginger jumped with fright. Slowly, she bent his penis down, towards her opening. She had to rear her hips up in the air more, so that she would be close enough to him, even though his hard cock was almost two full feet long. She touched the tip of the slimy thing to her pussy lips and shivered. It was dripping precum into her, so much precum, combined with the remainder of the sperm and the lubricant from his previous encounter with Ginger that a trickle of the stuff ran down her inner thigh. She looked over to see the red light of the camera flashing at her, a reminder that what she was doing would be recorded forever for the pleasure of sick people who got off on watching a horse fuck a woman.. Ginger turned her head to face the other way, towards the barn, and raised her hips still higher. As gently as she could, she tried to shove the head of the grotesque thing into herself. She backed up a little bit, crawling backwards on her knees, and finally Buster did the rest for her. He pushed the end of his hard cock into her. Ginger winced from the pain. It felt enormous, like someone's entire fist and arm had been stuffed in her. She gasped. She felt so full and stretched. She wondered if she'd tear in two. The horse started rutting, wiggling his cock back and forth, as if she were a mare. However, a mare would be much larger and could easily handle this thing. For Ginger, it felt like a long stick of salami was being slammed up inside her. It would slide up, up up her cunt until it smashed against her cervix, and she'd scream. Then it would slid out out out, then back in again, a never ending series of forceful horse thrusts. She was screaming and crying, keeping her head pressed to the ground, her ass way up in the air, trying to alleviate the awful pain. If she twisted her body just right, so that the horsecock went in at a certain angle, it hurt less. But each push from Buster sent pain shooting through the inside of her vagina. 

Still, the pain from her pussy was nothing compared to what came next. The tall man reached over and pulled Buster's cock out of Ginger. Buster whinnied, and Ginger whimpered. She tried to rise to her feet, but the man stepped down hard on her hand.  She screamed. 

"Remember," the man whispered. "You do what we want, or you get stabbed to bits"

Ginger closed her eyes in fear and pain. She felt like her cunt had been permanently stretched wide open and the opening would never return to the original size.  She felt short man pouring something wet and sticky onto her anus, and she turned her head around in fear. Her eyes snapped open.

"No, no, please," she whispered frantically, "He'll rip me open."

"You'll live," he said, "It's been done before. Just relax and don't try to force his cock out like you're taking a shit."

He positioned Buster's cock right up against Ginger's sphincter muscle and started pushing it in, rubbing down rapidly against Buster's cock while he applied pressure, so as to keep it hard.

The oil made her asshole slick, so the huge horse cock kept sliding out. But Buster was getting excited and helping by thrusting forward. The short man finally managed to get the erection perfectly lined up with her pink rosebud, just as Buster drove forward. It slid into her rectum like a greased square peg fits in a round hole.

"Aieeeee!" screamed Ginger, jerking in pain. She instantly forgot her promises, as the massive python of a cock split her in two. She began bucking her hips and trying to get the cock out. Just as the short man had said, the more she attempted to force it out of her, the more it hurt her. The pain was indescribable. 

Her head sank back down to the grass and her world turned into a blur of pain as the horse fucked her in the wrong hole. She just laid down her head and cried so that the camera couldn't see until Buster was done again. He ejaculated his giant load inside her and then withdrew his slippery penis. Ginger felt her rectum filled to the overflowing point with horse semen. She fell face first on the grass and buried her face in her hands.  Her bowels involuntarily contracting, expelling the sperm back out, down over her butt cheeks and over the backs of her legs which were stained with blood from her ripped anal passageway.

Ginger sank into merciful unconsciousness.

She awoke several minutes later her hands tied. She was then blindfolded and  put her back in the van.

She gave them her boyfriend's address, and they drove her there. It was night by then, and very dark. Tall man opened the back door and seized her roughly by her arms.  "Don't speak or take off your blindfold for five minutes. Go lie down in the grass I lead you to. We may drive around the block in a minute and if you've moved before five are up, we'll shoot you."

Still in the sluttishly small pink dress, Ginger was led to the patch of grass, her legs shaking from being in the van for so long. The man pushed down on her shoulders, and she sat down, then laid down on her back. He put the sole of his boot toe against her sore pussy lips and stepped down.

"Oh oh oh," gasped Ginger in pain.

"Remember," tall man said, "Don't fuck with us. And don't call the cops. Oh by the way, you were a nice piece of ass." He hit her with the stun gun right in the small of the back and left the dazed girl behind as he got back in the van.

Ginger kept quiet on the grass, not moving, barely daring to breathe. She waited for what seemed like an hour. Then she heard a car drive by. Then another one. Finally she got up and pulled her blindfold off. She staggered up the lawn to her boyfriend Josh's door. She rang the doorbell, once, twice, then started knocking, pounding frantically on the door.

Josh answered it, dressed only in his boxer shorts.

"Ginger? What happened to you? Where are your clothes?"

She collapsed in his arms and started sobbing, choking out the words. In a few minutes Josh was on the phone with the police and Ginger was lying on his couch, face down, because it was too painful the other way . She was dressed in an old pair of Josh's sweats, trying to drink from a glass of water without tasting horse cum with every sip.  When the police came, she was interviewed by a detective and brought to a rape-crisis center for an examination. Of course it didn't matter, they didn't catch either man, or find the mysterious farm. But she never told anybody, not the police, not Josh, not the man she later married, about what happened with the horse that day. Although she often thought about that video, still out there somewhere. She prayed that no-one who saw it would ever recognize her as the girl who fucked a horse. 

The End