horse's long sturdy black cock.
Annette turned away from the disgusting scene and noticed Deb, staring at her daughter Anna, and the cock held by both her small young hands. Annette swung her arm behind her back and slapped away Deb's hand from the dildo in her ass. Reaching between her own legs she pulled the vibrator out of her ass and dropped it to the ground. The itching was almost gone and her ass was getting sore from the constant plummeting it had received for the last half hour or so.
'Horse Slut!' Annette spoke as if calling Deb's name. 'Look at you! So hot for that animal's cock, you can't stop staring at it, can you?' Annette reached between Deb's legs slipping all four of her open hand into the gaping cunt hole. She closed her hand with her fingers buried inside Deb's cunt and her palm pressing against her ringed clit and the leash clip attached to it. Annette squeezed lifting her arm and forcing the heel of her hand harder against the clit and cunt lips of the moaning Horse Slut, rubbing and pressing the clip from the leash into Deb's sensitive cunt lips and clit.
For a long time Annette continued to grind the leash clip into Deb's crotch. Each time Deb raised her hands up from her side, Annette slapped her face saying, 'Put'um down you, Horse Slut!' or 'Leave then at your side. I'll tell you when you can use them!'
But each time the buckle scraped across Deb's exposed clit, her hands instinctively moved to protect her most tender area, from the sharp pain of her tormentor. Each time her hands twitched she received another slap across her face as a reminder.
'If you want that horse's cock, then keep your hands down,' Annette threatened with another slap. 'How would you feel if I let your mother in there, fuck the horse while you stood helpless and bound watching?' Annette taunted. 'I could have you tied to this gate with your arms bound to your sides while you watch that thick dong use your mother's ass.'
Deb was shivering with fear and anticipation as she stared at the cock her daughter held in her tiny hands and licked. 'I'll be you can feel it now can't you? That endless thick mass forcing its way up into your slut body. Pulsing and throbbing against your sensitive inner walls, ripping your insides open and forcing your cunt to caress the warm slick surface of its sickening bulk. It's so thick and big, you can feel every nauseating vein as it passes through that slut hole you keep between your legs.'
Annette suddenly ripped her fingers out of Deb's cunt and grabbed the leash a inch away from Deb's clit. Jerking the leash up and pulling hard Annette dragged Slave Deb back to where Aunt Martha and the rocking horse.
Martha's eyes were closed as her head moved slowly around in a small circle and quiet moans escaped her tightened lips. Her hips moved in an opposite circular rotation from her head as her groin slipped on the saddle, that rubbed against her pussy, ass and thighs.
Annette reached up and flicked Martha's left nipple hard as she shouted, 'Slave Martha, you know only real sluts are allowed the pleasure of riding the rocking horse. Now, are you think you're a real slut?' she asked as Martha's eyes sprang open and searched for the source of pain to her tender nipple. 'I'll ask you one more time,' Annette screamed from the side of the wooden horse, 'Are you a fucking slut whore or not? Answer me!'
Martha shook her head left and right as she fought the drugs effects and tried to regain her sense of reality and reason.
She shook her head again to say no! She was not a slut! She had always been a devoutly virtuous woman and devoted wife to her husband. She couldn't understand what was happening to her. Suddenly she found herself craving the very things, she had always considered sexually corrupt and filthy. Why were those things now so disturbingly attractive to her? The more taboo the act seemed, the dirtier the thought of it, the more it turned her on, the hotter her body got. She realized that her hips were moving in tight circles on the saddle. She told herself to stop. She commanded her hips to be still, exerting all her will power to tighten her body into one solid mass of muscle and freeze, but her body refused to obey. And what was more, she found herself wanting the pleasure. Urging it on, helping it build.
Martha realized her head was now moving up and down to Master Annette's question. 'Yes,' Martha thought. 'I MUST be a fucking Slut Whore.'
Even if, Martha, wasn't a fucking Slut Whore, she suddenly very much wanted to become one. She felt one of the slaves reach up and remove the gag from her mouth. She was breathing heavily now thinking about herself as a slut and welcomed the unrestricted flow of air into her heaving lungs and chest.
'So, fucking Slut Whore, Martha,' Annette continued. 'Would you rather be taken down and tied with your husband, or do you want to ride the slut's rocking horse? I make it your choice.'
'Please, I want to stay here,' Martha mumbled, trying to speak softly, so that no one else could hear but Annette.
'I want you to shout very loud so that everyone here in the barn will hear you,' Annette said raising her voice. 'Why do you want to stay on the horse!'
Suddenly without question or reserve Martha knew she wanted everyone, especially her husband, to know what she wanted and intended to do.
'Martha, the fucking Slut Whore, wants to stay right here. I want to ride this fucking horse! I want to feel its dick move in and out of me. I want to cum, over and over again, with my cunt and ass full cock. I want to be this rocking horse's fucking whore more than anything else!'
Annette kicked the blocks from under the front and back rocking rails. The horse rocked to the front from Martha's weight. She leaned her chest forward, driving the cock 6 inches up her cunt.
'Oh, God!' Martha screamed. 'Yessss, that feels so good!'
Leaning back slightly she brought the horse upright and felt the cock in her cunt pull out but stay just inside her cunt's entrance. Immediately she leaned forward, hard, to drive the cock back inside her cunt. The rocking horse responded to her shifting weight, rolling way forward, and driving the cock a full 8-inches into the woman's needy cunt. The hard forward momentum, forced the horse to respond by rocking backward, and before Martha knew what was happening, the horse rocked back driving the second cock up her ass a full 7-inches.
Quickly she leaned forward again to get away from the cock in her ass giving the rocking horse more momentum to lean forward and greater momentum to rock backward again. Before she knew what was happening, Martha was riding the horse and driving the two cocks with an intensity that amazed even herself.
'Would you like me to slow the horse down Slut Martha?' Annette asked.
'Oh, God no!' Martha screamed. 'Faster! I want to go faster!'
Annette smiled and walked back to check on young Cathy, keeping Deb on a tight leash, hung over her shoulder, ensuring Deb's clit would be pulled out and up painfully.
Glancing into the bucket, Annette could see that the water had now covered 1/4-inch of the bottom surface. Cathy's clit was extended down, and it very was evident, that she had worked herself onto at least 7 inches of cock. Regardless of the weight of the bucket, Cathy was managing to lift herself off the cock a inch or two and slide back down its tapered surface.
It was obvious that she was enjoying herself unaware of her surroundings, as she worked her cunt on and off the cock below her snatch. Annette ordered one of the slaves to bring Cathy's little brother, Bobby, over. Bobby's leash was tied to the pipe between Cathy's legs and a step stool was brought to over for Bobby to stand on. Bobby was stood on the stool behind his sister, his cock poking into Cathy's small back.
Annette reached between the boy's legs and grabbed hold of the leather sack containing his balls. She pulled his tightly held balls down, forcing Bobby to bend his knees and follow the unrelenting fist holding his tortured privates.
Still holding his balls with one hand Annette slipped the other hand through his legs and guided his thick cock to Cathy's now tightly closed ass hole.
'Now stand up!' Annette ordered. 'And fuck this sister bitch of yours!'
As Bobby stood the head of his cock was engulfed with the outer ring of his sister's warm ass. He placed his hands on his sister's shoulders and pushed her down as he tried to raise himself up on his toes. It felt good to be in total control of his sister's ass fucking. He wanted to shove all his cock into her bitch ass, but first he would go slow and enjoy his position of power.
Cathy was in a dream world, in which she controlled her own pleasure and dealt with reality on her own terms. She could feel the cock in her ass but in her mind she was riding both of Jeff's cocks. The idea that Jeff had two cocks didn't disturb her. She knew in her heart that Jeff's second cock could only have come from his loving need to
