Martha was moaning as she wiggled her bound body on the barn floor. Annette pushed Anna back so that she could see Martha's progress. 'Look at that sloppy slut cunt,' Annette said. 'How would you like to be fucked? I mean really fucked! Harder than you've ever been fucked before!'
'Mmmgggffff,' Martha screamed through the funnel still taped to her mouth and face.
'I'll take that as a yes!' Annette said. 'Lets just see if your cunt's ready.'
Annette took hold of Anna's leg and jerked it out of Martha's dripping snatch. Martha screamed through the funnel opening as her body twisted back and forth from the pain of the sudden removal. Martha couldn't tell if the skin around her cunt hole had ripped of not, but it burned so badly she thought it must be on fire. She the tip of her granddaughter's foot poke back inside her gaping cunt, and then instantly she felt the curled toes punch the upper wall of her womb. The force had knocked the breath out of Martha for a moment. She gasped for air through the funnels small opening.
Again the foot was ripped from her cunt and again it punched its way back into the battered confines of her gaping wet hole. Over and over Anna's foot was jerked out and then rammed back into her cunt in rapid secession. Martha lost all track of time. Her mind concentrated on the pain between her legs and of the thought of what her pussy must look like after all this abuse.
After what seemed like hours of torture to her cunt, Martha cold tell that the pain was abating. It was no longer getting any worse and, as what came as a shock to her, it was starting to feel better. She relaxed slightly, ready to tighten her entire body again if the pain returned. But with each additional plunge of her granddaughter's foot. The pleasure rose and the pain disappointed. Martha noticed now that her hips were rocking up off the barn floor each time the foot punched its way inside her. Her fists started to open slightly and she wished that they were free to reach her clit.
As the pleasure continued to build, Martha wondered why she had never played with her clit before. She knew that it was a source of great pleasure, but for some reason, even in the shower, she refused to allow herself that pleasure. She knew that would change from now on.
Now Martha thought about what Master Annette had said about being fucked by a real cock. She wander if it would be the long thick cock of the black slave she had wished was inside her mouth before. She already had his sperm inside her. Somehow, just the thought of the black slave's sperm swimming inside her body jump and spasm.
'My God!' Martha thought. 'I can't believe that I'm going to cum from being foot fucked! How can this happen to me?'
As Martha rolled her hips in time with Anna's plunges into her cunt, the feeling grew within her battered womb. She tried to keep her moans silent but she heard them as they escaped through the fulled. The cries and moans of pleasure embarrassed Martha at first, but as she grew closer to orgasm they excited her further.
As her screams increased in magnitude, so did her excitement. She still couldn't believe that the sounds she heard were coming from her. The funnel was acting like a megaphone now and broadcasting her mounting orgasm to everyone on the barn. Her breathing shortened and her head involuntarily lifted as every muscle tightened in her body in preparation for the largest orgasm of her life.
Without Martha knowing it, Annette had switched from Anna's foot to her own fist and was now ramming it in and out of Martha's cunt. As Martha's body tightened in prelude to orgasm, Annette jerked her fist and arm out of Martha's gushing cunt stopping the pleasure that was driving Martha towards her final orgasm.
Martha screamed in disbelief as her cunt gaped open and empty. She jerked her hips trying to find the pleasure she was now forbidden her. As her muscles relaxed and the exquisite throbs within her groin died she wept in disappointment. She recall the fucking of both her holes that Annette had mentioned. She opened her eyes to see if the large cocked slave was near.
The funnel was removed from her head along with only part of the tape. She watched as the two slaves released her arms and ankles from the stakes. As she sat up she noticed how wet the barn floor was under her ass cheeks. She knew that the large puddle was from her. It always happened when she got excited. It was a source of embarrassment to her. Helping her to stand the two slaves half walked and half turned her around to see the large wooden device that had been brought in behind her.
Martha stared at the device that resembled a very crude adult size rocking horse, complete with saddle, stirrups and even a tail. In front of the saddles horn where the head of the horse should have been, a large steel pipe with thick red padding stuck straight up. The padding was wrapped around several times to and taped with tape encircled the padding to keep the 12-inch diameter padding from coming off. Sticking out 6-inches to the left and right of the padding, were two handles with bicycle grips on each end. Pipes and rods could be seen running out of the horses belly to the ground, obviously designed to move the cocks up and down as the horse rocked back and forth.
Martha's arms were placed on the saddle and her left foot was placed in the stirrup. She stood on the left side of the horse holding on to the saddle with her left foot in the stirrup ready to mount, and stared at the two dildos sticking up from the center of the saddle.
From behind her one of the slaves placed his hands on her naked ass and hoisted her up so that she was standing in the stirrup. Years of habit from mounting a horse caused Martha to swing her right leg over the saddle. Without even thinking about what she was doing, Martha plopped herself down on the two cocks that stuck up from the saddle slightly over an inch and a half.
Martha screamed and gasped for air as, the shock of both holes being invaded at the same time, caused flashes of pain, and shivers of excitement to race through her entire body.
As she struggled to stand she found that the stirrups and found that even standing on her toes did not raise her off the top of the saddle more than an half an inch. A slave on each side of the horse grabbed a stirrup and tied each of her feet and ankles in place so that she could not dismount.
The two slaves appeared in front of her at each side of the rocking horse. One of the slaves held a black leather corset with two holes in the front. The corset was adjusted and belted to her torso, allowing her breasts to flop through the holes in the front. The corset was pulled tight and tied behind her back. Martha's back was now supported and held in an upright position, with her heavy breasts forced out and forward, nipples pointed down at the ends. Each of her hands were gripping the handles in front of her on each side of the padding as leather cuffs were wrapped around each wrist and connected together with a chain around the far side of the padded bar.
Annette appeared with a bottle of liquid and proceeded to cover the saddle with liberal amounts of the sweet smelling liquid. Martha felt the cool liquid spread between her body and the leather saddle quickly. The liquid was very slippery and with each movement of her skin against the saddle she noticed the slippery substance becoming warmer.
One of the slaves was placing a collar around Martha's neck and buckling it in place. She felt someone clip a length of small chain onto the back of the collar and then felt he neck being pulled back until her arms were stretched straight out so that only her hands could grab the padding in front of her. The end of the neck chain was attached to the back of the horse locking her in this vulnerable position. She was now held in a upright position on the horse with her arms straight out in front of her and her head pulled back, forcing her to sit straight upright on the horse.
The saddle had become very slippery and she found that her thighs and ass cheeks were spreading, forcing her body further down onto the two cock inside her. The slippery saddle made it hard to stay upright. Martha found she had to claw at the padding in front of her to keep from slipping to the side. 'Please don't let me slip,' Martha thought. 'My God, how am I going to stay on this without sliding off the side?'
Her question was answered when Annette showed up with her bag and withdrew a small stainless steel 'U' shaped clamp. At the open ends of the 'U' shape were two threaded holes. Annette reached into her bag again and withdrew a small stainless steel rod. The rod was needle sharp at one end and had a thumb screw at the other. Martha watched as Annette inserted the pointed end into the hole in one end of the 'U' shape and screwed it through till it poked out the other hole.
Martha sat in shock as she watched Annette check the fit of the needle pointed bar with the 'U' shaped ring. Martha knew she had seen the ring before and she suddenly realized that it was the same, only slightly bigger, than the one piercing Janet's tongue as it stuck through the ball in her mouth.
As she watched Annette unscrewing the needle from the silver ring, she was taken by surprise when one of the slaves placed a ball gage in her open mouth and strapped it in back of her head. Unable to move her head away from the slave she screamed through the plastic ball and squeezed her eyes shut.
