What was she going to do now? Just sit here and wait for Beatrice to show up? That seemed like a stupid thing to do. She rested her head on the table and closed her eyes. She thought about the dog and his huge cock and how it had felt inside her. It had felt so very good.
It was almost as if she could still feel him inside her. As if he was still fucking her. As if he was still driving deep inside the way he had been. Oh, do it, she thought. Do it hard. Do it harder and harder.
Before long she was dreaming about the dog and then Beatrice was shaking her awake.
Vicky woke with a start and looked up at Beatrice with half-closed eyes. She thought she was seeing things at first, but gradually she began to wake up.
'You smell like a sex pit,' Beatrice was saying. 'I see you couldn't wait. I'm dying to find out just what you've been doing. I think I can guess, but I want to see for myself so I can be sure. This knowing and not knowing is driving me out of my mind.'
Vicky got to her feet a little shakily, and Beatrice had to hold her up. She could feel Beatrice's hands on her tits, and then Beatrice ripped open Vicky's blouse and began to suck hard on one of her tits.
Vicky let her do that for a while and then she pushed Beatrice away.
'Not yet,' she said. 'First I want to show you what I do. You've already showed me what you do.'
Vicky walked out the back door and Beatrice followed right behind her.
She's like an old lap dog, Vicky thought to herself. She certainly is.
Vicky headed right for the stable and still Beatrice followed right behind her.
'I should have known,' Beatrice then said, once they were inside the stable. 'So you like animals do you? These creatures with their big cocks? You like that?'
'I most certainly do,' Vicky said, 'and you are going to like it too.'
'Just what do you mean by that?' Beatrice demanded.
'You'll see,' Vicky said. 'First thing, take off all your clothes.'
Beatrice began to back off.
'I will not,' Beatrice said like a scared child.
Vicky gave her a cold stare.
'You will, and you'll do it now.' Vicky's voice was cold and harsh.
Beatrice was more scared than she had ever been in her whole life.
'You can't make me,' Beatrice said.
Vicky merely laughed.
'Can't I?' Vicky said. 'Do you ever want to suck me out again? Do you?'
Beatrice was almost in tears.
'Yes,' she cried. 'But please don't make me do this. I just can't.'
'You can and you will.'
'But why?'
'Because I want you to. That's why.'
'This is too cruel,' Beatrice sobbed.
'Take off your clothes,' Vicky yelled.
Beatrice stood frozen and then she slowly began to undo her blouse.
'Not like that,' Vicky yelled, grabbing hold of Beatrice's blouse and ripping it off her, 'like this.'
Beatrice took off her slacks and panties a lot more quickly. She stood in front of Vicky stark naked now.
'What do you want me to do?' Beatrice asked in a defeated voice.
Vicky smiled her wicked smile. 'You see, we change places very quickly.
Now I'm the master and you're the slave.'
'You're more wicked than I ever was,' Beatrice said in a whisper that Vicky could just barely hear.
'I know that only too well,' Vicky said, 'but I love it, and you'll love it too.'
Beatrice just stood there looking at Vicky, begging her with her eyes.
Vicky could see that and then she looked around the stable quickly.
There's one, Vicky thought, spying one of the studs. He has a really big one. A really big one. I think she should start on him. It'll be good for her.
'Have you ever sucked a man's cock?' Vicky asked.
'No, never,' Beatrice replied.
'I thought as much. Have you ever sucked an animal's cock?'
'Of course not. What kind of a person do you think I am?'
'You're the same kind as I am,' Vicky said, 'and don't you forget that.
You're not any better than I am. And when I get through with you, you'll be like me in every way. Every single way. Do you hear me?'
'Yes,' Beatrice mumbled.
'Now go over there,' Vicky said, pointing to the stud, 'and suck that horse's cock, and suck it good.'
Beatrice looked at the horse Vicky was pointing at and she was scared.
He'll kill me, she thought. I can't suck off that horse. He'll kill me.
But then, how does she do it? Beatrice walked closer to the horse, and then she turned back and looked at Vicky who was still giving her that cold, icy stare.
Beatrice was right up next to the horse now, and then she fell on her knees beside it. The horse's cock was soft and just hanging loose.
Beatrice had never even touched a man's cock before, let alone an animal's cock. With her, it had always been other women, and that was the way she had always wanted it to be. She had never wanted a man in her life, and she certainly didn't want this animal.
But there was no other way. If she wanted to have Vicky again, and she certainly did want to have Vicky again, she would have suck off this horse because that was the price she had to pay in order to get Vicky again. Beatrice knew that, and she was preparing herself for what she now had to do.
She reached forward very slowly and she just barely touched the head of the horse's cock. He seemed to move and that made her scared.
'Don't worry,' Vicky shouted, 'he won't hurt you. He'll let you suck him off. He'll love it and so will you.'
Beatrice touched the horse's cock a little more firmly now and then she got her hand right around it. It then got hard almost immediately and then Beatrice got both her hands around it.
'Come on,' Vicky was yelling at her from behind, 'start to stroke him.
He likes that. Stroke him.'
Beatrice was now stroking the horse's cock, rubbing it up and down. She couldn't believe how big it was. She had never paid any attention to animals before. Even when she was a kid and living in this house, she had never bothered with the horses or any of the other animals. And then she had spent most of her time in private schools away from here.
It's so ugly, Beatrice thought, looking at the horse's cock. In my whole fife, I've never seen anything quite so ugly.
'Don't take all day,' Vicky was yelling. 'Stroke him.'
Beatrice began to rub him harder and harder, and then she was rubbing his balls as well. It was obvious that the horse liked what she was doing. He liked it a lot. She rubbed him still harder and a lot faster.
She could feel his cock throbbing in her hand, and she hoped that this was all Vicky would make her do.
Maybe if she just did this, it wouldn't be so bad. But if she had to take that horrible thing in her mouth as well, that would just kill her. She just knew it would. Just the thought of it was making her violently ill. Please, she was saying deep inside her throat, please don't make me do it. Please take pity, on me and don't make me do it.
'You're just beginning,' Vicky's voice boomed out. 'Now you can start sucking on him. Did you think I'd let you get off this easy? Did you really think that? Not on your life. You're going to suck that horse like he's never been sucked before. You're going to get as much of his cock into your mouth as you can possibly get.'
'Please don't make me do it,' Beatrice suddenly cried out. 'Please don't make me do it.'
'Now,' Vicky yelled back at her. 'Do it now.'
Beatrice began to tremble all over as she leaned down and brought the horse's cock right up to her lips. She
