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Caleb Comes to Town

by JEP

Chapter 1 – Caleb Picks up Supplies

Caleb was making his semi-annual trip to town. Twice a year he drove into the little town in his huge truck to pick up six months of supplies, take a gander at humanity, and then he would return to his remote farmhouse. His trip always followed the same pattern. First, was a stop at Ray's Café to have breakfast. It was the only business that would be open at 5:00 a.m. Caleb always had the same meal – three eggs over medium, a rack of sausage, six pieces of toast and two servings of biscuits and gravy. Then he would conclude with a slice of apple pie. People were no longer surprised at his breakfast, he had been doing it twice a year for twenty years. Caleb was a big man – big head, big hands, big body. A new waitress waited on him this particular morning. She didn't know it, but he was smitten. Her nametag identified her as 'Heide'. She was a big-boned Swede – quite attractive despite the size of her body. She was twenty years old, blonde(of course), with hair pulled back into two pigtails. The café owner, Ray, always made his waitresses wear incredibly short skirts – he knew it helped augment the breakfast trade. Her skirt revealed substantial thighs that, although large, did not carry an ounce of fat. In reality, her legs were quite shapely – simply large – and creamy white as befit someone of her heritage. Her breasts were very large – at least 'D' cups. She had broad shoulders that led up to a face that could have been that of a Scandinavian angel. Her waist was not small, but small enough to give her a nice hourglass figure. As she walked away after taking his order, she demonstrated a broad ass that moved just right. Caleb could not take his eyes off of her. He was 6'4" tall and he judged her to be at least 5'10" tall. A plan began developing in his mind.

Caleb finished his shopping – loading the back of his large truck to the brim with supplies, seed, tools, and lots of beer. Caleb liked Budweiser and he liked it in large quantities. Yet, he had never been inebriated. He never walked fast but always with a purpose that showed no hesitation or wavering in his objective.

When Heide walked out the back of the café at 2:00 p.m., she was thinking only of going home and relaxing. She never knew what hit her. Caleb was behind the rear exit door and he made one swipe with his muscular arm, driving his forearm directly into the back of her head. She fell like an ox. He threw her onto the floor of his pickup and slowly, deliberately put the truck in gear and drove to his home.

His home was a two-hour drive from town, located deep in the woods. People knew not to trespass on his land – he could be vicious when his territory was invaded. He was always left to his own devices and that's the way he preferred it.

When Heide regained consciousness she found herself in some sort of a farm outbuilding. She was standing naked between two pillars made of old timbers. Her arms were tied to each timber, keeping her upright. Her only garment was a livestock collar around her neck. Her head was throbbing from the blow he had delivered. She saw him standing about six feet in front of her and she was terribly afraid. He showed no emotion as he examined her as though she were a recently purchased farm animal. She started to speak and he held his index finger up to his lips to signal her to be quiet. Somehow, the look in his eyes told her she better obey. Her mouth clamped shut. He walked up to her, took each index finger, stuck them into each side of her mouth and spread her mouth wide and open. His fingers were strong and heavily callused.

She squirmed but she did not try to evade his intrusion. He moved his fingers back in forth in her mouth to reveal her teeth and gums. He bent down and eyed these with great interest. When he finished he removed his fingers and wiped her saliva on the side of his overalls. He then felt her huge breasts. Her breasts were big but his hands were bigger. His hands made each breast completely disappear. His hands squeezed each melon gently – surprisingly tender for a rural man with such big hands. He hefted the tits up and down as though he were judging their weight. They were heavy but they were fairly perky – youth did have its rewards. He traced the tips of his fingers around each large, deep red areola and just barely stroked the base of her large nipples. They immediately sprung to attention from his touch. She felt a wave of sadness roll over her as she realized her body was betraying her by letting her nipples become erect at his touch. She figured she was going to be raped but she didn't want to do anything to encourage him.

His hands moved down to her flat stomach and lingered at her navel. His finger probed her belly button, pushing it in and then moving out quickly to watch it rebound. He was especially entranced by her pubic hair. He loved the look and feel of a woman's bush. He slowly raked the fingers of one hand through her hair and watched the blonde kinky curls make way for his large fingers. He never touched her pussy. That would come later. Then he placed each hand around her sturdy right thigh and felt the muscles rippling beneath the skin. She had good legs. He repeated this with the other thigh.

Slowly he arose and walked behind her. This made her exceedingly nervous. Somehow, it was better to be able to see him when he fondled her proud body. His hands first rested on her shoulders and then worked their way down her straight back. Then, his hands lingered on her large butt. It was a good butt! He felt each cheek from several directions as though he wanted to memorize every contour. His hands moved under each cheek and hefted them up and down in a motion similar to what he had done with her breasts. It was as though he wanted to also judge the weight of these large orbs. Then his fingers went between each cheek, deep into her ass crack. He slowly separated the cheeks until her beautiful ass hole was winking directly at him. The hole was shut tightly but he knew he could do some readjustment to this attitude with the proper training.

He stood and walked around to the front of her and stared at her for the next twenty minutes. Somehow, this was worst then being touched by him. She could see that his mind was turning over and thinking some horrible thoughts. Then, finally he moved. She wished he hadn't. He lowered each strap of his overalls and let them fall to the floor. Then he slowly unbuttoned his flannel shirt, slipped it off and let it fall to the floor. He stood before her in a full set of long johns. These he unbuttoned slowly, revealing a huge chest that was covered with thick black hair. As all the buttons became undone she saw that he had a fairly large stomach but one without fat. Now his long johns also fell to the floor. He was naked! It was a horrible sight!

She was not a virgin. She had seen naked men before. But – nothing like this! His dick was a giant fence post – circumcised, long, and huge. It was completely erect and the giant purple head seemed to be pointing directly at her face – with his piss slit seeming to wink at her in anticipation of things to come. His dick had to be ten inches long and four inches in diameter. It perched above balls that looked like huge, hairy grapefruit. They hung low as though their weight was trying to pull them to the floor.

Now she was frightened. He said nothing, turned, left his clothes in a heap and slowly walked away from her. Somehow she couldn't take her eyes off of his retreating butt. It was quite flat with large tufts of hair sprouting from the lower part of his crack. She didn't know why the thought came to her mind but, nonetheless, all she could think of was, "this guy has a hairy asshole!"

Just as Caleb was about to exit the door that was directly in front of her, he stopped and turned so that she could see his profile silhouetted in the frame as the sun beamed through. His profile was of a tall, strong, somewhat round-shouldered man with no fat – sinewy and, somehow, evil. His dick protruded firmly from his torso. He took his left hand and held his dick so that it was in plain view to her and then he began pissing a solid, yellow, satisfying stream. She could not believe it! She had seen dicks, she knew they pissed, but she had never seen one actually doing it. Somehow, his lack of modesty was completely degrading to her. Even worse was the sound splattering on to the wall and the floor. In revolting curiosity she watched the thick stream emanate from his dick, do a ninety-degree twist and gush onward and outward. He seemed to piss forever! Finally it quit with yellow droplets still seeping from the slit. Then, to her astonishment, he shook his dick firmly, the head wobbled up and down as though on ball bearings, and a myriad of piss drops sprang from the head – seeming to go everywhere. She didn't know men did that! It wasn't knowledge that she necessarily wanted to acquire.

Chapter 2 – Caleb Explains the Plan

He finally returned, still unashamedly naked, carrying a coiled whip that she was soon to discover was almost six feet long. He explained to her that it was almost 10:00 p.m.

He explained, "It's time for us to begin your whuppin'." I'm going to whup you once at 10:00. Then, every fifteen minutes I'm going to whup you again, adding one lash each time. By 8:00 a.m. you should be up to over forty lashes. There's a large clock over the door so you can know when it's comin'."

She began to shout at him and he simply held his finger up one more time to his lips. Somehow, again, she knew she had to be quiet. She watched as he moved around her, keeping her eyes on him at all times until he was out of her line of sight. She looked up at the clock. She began shuddering. As the minute hand reached straight up she heard a shrill whistling through the air and then her life seemed to explode! She heard the whip hit her skin at the same time that her brain told her she had just been injured in a manner that was beyond her experience! It felt as though a razor had slit her skin! She cried out like a wounded animal but this did nothing to alleviate the pain!

He walked around to her front and slowly, deliberately began coiling the whip. She could see a trace of her own blood on the cruel tip of the whip. She began begging and he responded this time by putting his callused finger to her lips. She sobbingly quit trying to talk to him.

He calmly said, "See you in fifteen minutes."

Now the clock became her enemy. The minute hand seemed to race and crawl at the same time. Her back was in devastating pain from the single slash. She could not even begin to imagine what additional hits would do?

Sure enough, at fourteen minutes after ten he re-entered and walked behind her. Now she was shaking uncontrollably and begging – she didn't give a shit about any 'shushing'. He ignored her pleas, the minute hand signaled quarter past the hour, she heard the whistling and her back erupted once more in pain! Before she could deal completely with the new delivery of horror, she heard the whip apparently retreat, whistle again and a new slash of terror hit the exact center of the small of her back! It was like nothing she could imagine! She was in horrible pain! She was now terrified! Terrified at what she would become by morning! Terrified at his lack of emotion! Terrified at his deadly accuracy and strength!

He said again, "See you in fifteen minutes."

It was now 7:00 a.m. Her back was in shreds. Her emotions were in shreds. She had been reduced to an animal with no escape. He had worked up and down her back, across her broad butt, finally criss-crossing her ample thighs in search of new skin to devastate. She was hanging from her bindings at the wrist now. She no longer had the strength to stand up. Blood was seeping everywhere down her backside. Her nipples were erect in horror at was being done to her backside. He had actually worked up a sweat at the effort he was putting into her initial training. Sometime during the night, with two deadly slashes, he had actually severed her pigtails from her head. They lay forlornly at her feet – no longer of any use. He told her he was tired and was going in to take a nap. He told her he would be back later with relief. She was too devastated to even understand what he was saying to her.

Caleb Comes to Town

by JEP

Chapter 3 – She Assumes a New Role

When he returned, there she was squirming, trying to deal with the incredible pain in her back. The scars had scabbed over but every time she moved, one of them would break open again. Flies were now swarming and feasting on the meal that was spread across her back. He brushed away the flies and held a cup of water to her mouth. She drank greedily, not knowing that this would be the last drink she would ever take in the manner of humans. She was soon to become his animal.

He fastened a long leash to her collar and undid the ties that secured her wrists to the poles. She staggered and he finished off her swaying by pushing her to the ground. He told her that unless directed otherwise, she was to always go along on her hands and knees. He started to walk out of the building at a brisk pace and she had to move quickly to keep up lest she be dragged. He walked her this way for about a hundred yards until they came to a large doghouse. He secured the leash to the doghouse and told her this would be her home for a while.

She began crying and he quickly used his heavy boot to kick her in the side, telling her to shut her mouth. She quit sobbing aloud but she still wept at what was happening to her. Two bowls were near the doghouse. She went to the water dish and tried to pick it up to take in more liquid. It was secured somehow to the ground. He told her from this day hence she would eat and drink like the animal she was. She sobbed but dipped her head and drank greedily from the bowl. She looked at the food dish and gagged. It was filled with some kind of canned dog food that smelled horrible. Flies were everywhere around it.

He told her there would be no more food until she finished off that dish. Her stomach was heaving at the thought. The sun was shining brightly and it was terribly hot. She could already feel sweat building on her body as the salty mixture crept into her back wounds. Now they were stinging like a son of a bitch. She looked at the doghouse. The opening was such that she would have to flatten herself completely on the ground and crawl into it flat on her belly. She knew she had to get out of the heat so she flattened her large body on to the ground and scooched herself into the house. The ground hurt her big tits tremendously and at one point her nipple caught on a sharp piece of gravel. She instinctively raised up and the middle of her back slammed into the top of the opening in the wood house. She screamed as the wood scraped her back and she slammed back down and ripped her tits on the bare earth.

Somehow she managed to get into the house. It was only about three feet tall and she had to bend in the middle to find room to lie down. She was now weeping openly. He looked at the marks in the ground made by her nipples and her bush. He smiled and walked over beneath a tree to sit and have a beer.

After two hours she crawled back out, saw him, and told him she had to go to the bathroom. He said nothing. She began begging. He said nothing. She started to stand up and he told her if she stood up she would endure another eight hours of 'whuppin'. She quickly hunkered down and dog-walked away from her new home until she had reached the end of the leash. She had no choice. She had to pee.

To her chagrin, as she squatted down, he arose and walked over directly in front of her and actually lay on the ground with his head down so that his eyes were only six feet from her exposed pussy. She wanted to ask him to have some charity but she knew he was an animal. With no choice she began pissing mightily. He seemed incredibly interested in seeing the piss escape from her body. It hit the ground and much of it splattered onto her ankles and her ass cheeks. She was sobbing openly now, watching him watch her. To her complete embarrassment she cut a quick fart while she was pissing. He chuckled and she felt even worse. When she finished dribbling she made the mistake of asking for paper.

He looked at her severely and said simply, "Drip dry!"

At that, he stood and walked away, leaving her hunkered on the pissy ground. She thought to herself, "My God, what will I do when I have to have a bowel movement." It was too dreadful to contemplate.

He had retired to his house and was reflecting on the day's events. He thought things had gone well. He knew that her collar and leash were made of woven steel and there was no way she was going to get loose from them. He sat naked, leisurely stroking his penis, as he pictured each event that had occurred with the bitch. She was a good one. She was sturdy, sexy, and fairly pure for a girl of her age. He liked big features and she had those in spades. He intended to fuck all of her holes but that would come later. There was no hurry. She didn't realize that today was only child's play. Tomorrow he would really get her attention.

Chapter 4 – She Sees His Trophies

She was curled up in the doghouse. In contrast to the heat of the day, the night was turning quite cold. She shivered as her naked skin kept losing body heat to the cold earth beneath. Several things worried her. She knew she had to eat sometime and she didn't know how she could possibly eat the dog food in the bowl in front of her new "home". She worried about how she was going to take a shit. Nothing seemed appealing about the possibility of hunkering down at the end of a leash.

She knew that sometime he was going to fuck her. Somehow, although not anything she desired, she was not horrified at the prospect. Fucking was fucking. You did it and it was over. She did worry about sucking his dick. She had never liked giving head and she certainly did not like the thought of giving this bastard the use of her mouth. Then there was anal sex. She had been asked several times by various boy friends but she had always refused to let anyone put anything in her ass. It was just too weird to contemplate! Worst of all was the pain. Her back was killing her. She knew her back must be in shreds. This bothered her tremendously. She had always been proud of her smooth, white Swedish skin and now a large part of it was probably permanently ruined. She tried to re-position herself to get some relief from the cramped position. No relief was to be had.

As the sun slowly broke the horizon Caleb walked out to begin the day with his new creature. He grabbed the leash that extended inside the house and gave it a mighty yank. He heard her crash against the inside wall as she let out a loud screech.

He said, "Get out here bitch – we have a full day ahead of us!"

She quickly crawled out on her belly, crying as her tits rubbed painfully against the ground. He looked at her food dish and its crusty contents. He told her that she definitely needed a good breakfast to hold up to the rigors of the day. He told her to eat or he would take her directly to the "whip" treatment. She looked at the mess in the bowl and wretched. Nonetheless, she lowered her face to the mess and tentatively stuck out her tongue to the edge of the "food". It tasted worse than she had ever imagined. As she thought about this he put his strong hand on the back of her head and smashed her face completely into the stuff. Her face was coated. She tasted it on her lips. As she sobbed, she knew she had no choice. She decided to try to eat it as much as possible without chewing. Thus, perhaps the taste wouldn't be quite as vile. He chuckled as she gobbled the food and swallowed it in large chunks.

"By God," he said, "you sho' do look like my goddamn hound dog!"

Now she was openly crying but she didn't slow down in her eating and swallowing. Her stomach was heaving but she managed to keep it down. When it was finally completely gone, at his direction, she used her hands to wipe the mess from her face and put it into her mouth. Then, she turned to the water dish, dipped her face and lapped up the liquid. She felt completely degraded. She had become his animal!

He told her he had a dog that used to sit on top of the doghouse. He indicated that he had always liked that image and he wanted her to duplicate it. She looked at the shingled roof and knew this would be horribly painful on her bare skin. The roof had two steep slopes that went up and met in the middle in a quite sharp peak. The shingles were coated with a gravelly substance. But, now she noticed he was holding the whip in his hand and she knew she must obey. She crawled up on to the roof and miniature pebbles on the shingles ground into her thighs and butt. It hurt like a son of a bitch. But finally she made it to the peak with both legs lying on one side, sort of a sidesaddle position.

He told her she didn't have a complete grasp of the picture. He told her she was to straddle the peak with a leg on each side. She now had a grasp of the picture and she didn't like the image. She could not imagine what the peak and the texture of the shingles would do to her tender parts. But then he cracked the whip in the air and she knew she must try it. She slowly pivoted and tried gingerly to lower herself on to the peak with a leg on each side. The shingles ground into her pussy and drove little pieces of gravel directly into the pink parts of her cunt.

Now she was moaning and crying as her body tried to deal with the pain. As she tried to move around to distribute the pain, the roof material began also grinding into her asshole. It was incredible. It was like having rough sandpaper grinding down her most tender parts. He sensed that she was about to get off of the roof. He could tell she had decided the hell with it, she would take her chances with the whip. Before she could react he had secured rope loops around each ankle on each side of the roof peak. Then he had pulled them tightly and secured each rope to steel rings located on each opposing side of the doghouse. He pulled each rope tightly and this pulled her body firmly down on to the cutting material that was wrecking havoc with her pussy and ass. He told her to sit tight, he was going to go get breakfast. As he ate his Cheerios he could hear her howling.

He thought, "By God she does sound like my old hound dog!"

When he finally finished his breakfast, Caleb walked back out to the doghouse. She was a sobbing, blubbering mass of pained flesh, snot running everywhere, completely out of control. She had temporarily lost her mind. He unfastened her ankles, grabbed her leash right up next to her throat and drug her slowly along the peak of the roof, exasperating the damage to her intimate parts, pulling her until she collapsed forward on the ground. She was sobbing as she regained her senses. She had pissed herself and she didn't care. There seemed to be many tiny granules imbedded in her pussy flesh and up into her asshole. She wondered if she was ruined forever as a woman?

He nudged her with the toe of his boot and told her to begin crawling, he was taking her inside his house. She crawled along forlornly as he retained a hold on the end of her leash. He looked down at her and admired the sight. Her tits were swaying beneath her torso, occasionally bumping into one another. Her ass was swishing in the air, providing a stout, but sexy sight. Droplets of blood were running down the inside of her thighs from the wounds to her private parts. Tears were still falling on to the ground as she tried to keep up with the brisk pace he was setting.

Ordinarily she would have been thinking about the pain to her knees as she shuffled along. However, this was nothing compared to the pain that was still residing in her bottom. It was tough to crawl up the four steps necessary to get into his home. The wood seemed to be driving nails into her knees. However, she managed it despite the additional pain.

He led her into a room he called his "trophy" room. He was a skilled taxidermist. He forced her to face one wall and told her to rise and sit back on the backs of her heels. She did so and her eyes were immediately directed to a wall full of animal trophy heads. There was the head of a mountain lion, a bear, an antelope, a deer, and several other species she could not identify. Each one was mounted lovingly on highly finished walnut with a bronze plaque beneath. This did bother her. Her family had all been hunters and she knew that such was the way of life in rural communities.

Then, he took hold of her shoulders and rotated her completely around to face the opposite wall. There, to her horror, was mounted the heads of four women. Their faces were quite attractive, their hair was done in marvelous styles, and their eyes seemed to be looking directly at her.

One of the blonde heads had a surprised expression on her face with the left eyebrow raised slightly as if to ask, "Where's the rest of me?"

He said, "This is what happens when bitches no longer provide entertainment!"

Heide barely heard the last words of his explanation. Her mind gave her blessed relief as she lost consciousness.

Caleb Comes to Town

by JEP

Chapter 5 – The Training Circle

When she regained consciousness she found herself secured to a strange device. It was a twenty-foot horizontal pole, secured to a post. The pole was situated so that eighteen feet of it was on one side of the post and two feet was on the other side of the post. A heavy weight was on the short side to serve as a balance. Actually there was a motor on top of the post and the horizontal pole was secured somehow to the motor. There was a circular path worn quite deep at the end of the long portion of the pole. Heide's wrists were tied together. Then a short rope attached her wrists to the end of the long portion of the horizontal pole. He told her this was a training ground that he had used for his previous trainees. He said when he turned on the motor; the pole would begin rotating like a merry-go-round. She had a choice of either keeping up or being dragged. He told her that starting today she would be given an hour of training on this device each day.

She was already sweating profusely as the sun was high in the sky and it was at least ninety degrees. He used a remote to turn on the motor and the pole started slowly rotating in a circle. The bindings on her wrists were suddenly yanked and her arms were snapped forward. She began walking to follow the circling device.

She had to maintain a fairly brisk walk but she was in good physical condition and she thought, "I can do this."

After fifteen minutes however she began to have some reservations. The beating, the sleeping on the ground, and the rank food had sapped her of much of the strength she was used to having. Also, the sun was burning her naked skin. Being Scandinavian, she was quite fair-skinned and her body did not react well to direct sunlight. Her body was already turning red. Her breasts, particularly, were suffering, as they had never before seen any sunlight. She was sweating profusely and her breath was starting to come in quick shallow gasps.

Then, to her dismay, he increased the speed of the rotating device. Now she had to break stride and begin trotting. Her arms were killing her from being extended like this. Her tits were bouncing fiercely up and down. The burned skin of her tits was hurting tremendously with this unusual motion. Now the sweat was washing salt down on to her scarred back and it felt as though it were on fire. Plus, her bare feet were aching from running on the compacted, worn ground.

Thirty minutes had elapsed and she was in desperate straits. Yet she still held out hope that she could survive for thirty more minutes. She knew if she fell, she would be dragged and it would do terrible damage to her tender skin. She could feel her heart pounding and she felt as though her head was going to explode. Then, the son-of-a-bitch increased the speed.

Now she was being forced to jog quite rapidly. Her brain was tripping out as she tried to deal with all of the stress being imposed upon her. To make matters worse, he was standing quite closely to one part of the circle. Everytime she went by him he let loose with the whip. He would deliberately wait until she was just barely within striking distance, running away from him, and then he would let fly to see how good he was. He would hit her about three out of four times. Sometimes on one of her ass cheeks, sometimes on one of her tender thighs, often on her already damaged back.

As her circle would approach him she would begin trembling at the knowledge of what he was going to do. Then, when the whip cracked, she let out a blood-curdling scream – even if he missed her and all she heard was the pop of the whip in the air.

At forty-five minutes she was lurching stumbling. She was shouting gibberish and her eyes were wide with fear and pain. For some reason, mercifully, he slowed the motor so that she only had to do a very slow walk for the remaining fifteen minutes. As relieved as she was at this respite, it had its downside. Now when she walked past him, he had no trouble slamming her with the cruel whip.

It was similar to the clock she had watched last night at fifteen-minute intervals. The anticipation was as bad as the pain. Now, when halfway around the circle, approaching him, she was shaking and begging. He seemed to be oblivious to anything. He was more intent on increasing the quality of his aim and his strokes then anything else. And, he did improve with each circle she made. As the hour came to an end, her backside was a mass of bleeding, ripped skin. The soles of her feet were in shreds as she hobbled from one foot and then the other to relieve the damage.

He released her bindings and she sank to the ground on her knees. He asked if she were thirsty. Her nod and her sweat-covered body supplied the answer. He told her to look up and open her mouth wide. He told her if she failed to swallow every bit of drink he was about to give her she would be subjected to another hour on the rotating pole. She answered by snapping her mouth as wide open as she could.

Then, with horror, she saw him slowly unzip his overalls. He wore no underwear and his dick fell out of its own volition. She was terror-stricken but she was too afraid of the consequences of the pole to do anything. He tenderly held up his dick and aimed the piss slit at her open mouth. He moved forward so that his dick end was almost touching her lips. He let loose a solid stream of deep yellow piss and it cascaded into her mouth. He let just enough go in to her mouth so that she could swallow it. He pinched off his dick to stop the stream. This went on for several cycles as he continued to deposit pee in her oral opening. Her stomach was heaving at the taste but she was too exhausted to vomit. The piss was warm and smelly and horrid tasting. Even worse, it seemed as though he could piss small amounts forever.

Her jaw was aching from being held open and her throat was raw from the action of the uric acid in his piss. When he finally completed his mission he began milking his dick, squeezing out an endless supply of pee-drops. Finally there was one solitary drop resting on the edge of his slit. He told her to lick it off. She didn't know why but this seemed to be the most degrading thing of all of drinking piss.

Then he carefully lifted out his massive, hairy balls to let them dangle free in front of her face. The smell was overwhelming. She could smell his musty, dank man scent and it made her skin crawl. He told her his balls had become incredibly sweaty with all of his effort in training her around the circle. He told her to lick them clean of all of his work. Now her eyes welled up again with tears and she began begging to be excused from this awful task.

He looked at her and said, "Then it's the pole."

She understood and without hesitation bobbed her head forward and buried her nose directly in the skin just above his huge balls. As the wrinkly skin enveloped her nostrils her stomach began heaving with its full load of his piss. He sensed her vomit building and he told her if she threw up, by nightfall her head would be on his wall. Somehow, with deep breathing and constant swallowing she kept down the bile that was building in her gut.

Then she inched out her tongue and began licking his dangling nuts. It was worse than drinking piss. They seemed to have a life of their own and were constantly banging into various parts of her mouth and face. She could barely breath through her nose that seemed to be captivated by his scrotum. But somehow she did it. She removed all of the sweat from his package. Just when she thought she had completed her task, he reached down and lifted his sack to display the underside of his balls. Odors flew from this directly into her face. Now she was gagging again as she saw the large amount of moisture resting on this portion of his groin. Sadly she licked it.

She could also smell shit seeping from between his legs and she thought, "Thank God none of that is on his nuts!"

But her 'joy' was short-lived. He turned around, bent over and spread his cheeks. She then saw the hairiest, shittiest sight she had ever imagined.

He said simply, "Clean it."

She knew there was no viable alternative and her tongue reluctantly reached out and buried itself in the midst of the hairy jungle between his raw cheeks. It was just as the thought. Shit tasted like shit. She wondered if he ever wiped as she ingested flecks of poop and tried to swallow them in one fell swoop. Gradually, sorrowfully, she actually managed to clean his entire ass.

As she began to think she was through, he told her to clean the inside of his shit tunnel. He pulled his hairy cheeks further apart and she saw his shit hole winking at her beneath all the hair around it. She bobbed forward again and imbedded her tongue in his ass. As she swished it around she thought she could hear him moaning. Her life was completely in the toilet – literally. When she finally finished that portion of his anatomy he told her to bury her tongue as far as it would go in his ass. She acquiesced and with her tongue deep inside his guts he turned loose of his ass cheeks and let them snap shut around her face. Then, he cut a long, squealing, satisfying fart. She was forced to swallow the gas that expelled from his guts and she pulled back and began wailing like a completely lost child.

Chapter 6 – Ants! Ants! Ants !

Heide was sitting back with her bare butt on the ground. She was in a complete stupor. Too much had been done to her. She vaguely saw and felt what was going on around her but she had no will to react to her surroundings. Caleb put his hands under her sweaty armpits and picked her up as though she weighed nothing at all. As he carried her across the ground she was a limp rag with no resistance to anything. She was aware that he was setting her down as he lowered her on to her butt. She seemed to feel soft granules beneath her rear end but her mind was too distant to try to analyze what was being done to her.

He stepped back with a gentle smile on his face, crossed his arms and watched patiently. She was unresponsive. She didn't give a shit any longer. But then, something happened to awaken her from her stupor. She felt a horrible stinging on the left lip of her pussy. Then she felt two stings directly in her vagina. Then she felt several stings around her puckered ass hole. Now she was feeling a myriad of stings and bites all over her bottom.

Her survival instincts kicked in and she jumped up in horror and pain. The crazy bastard had set her bare body directly on to a huge anthill. Ants were feasting on her sweaty, smelly bottom parts. Now she was flailing away, beating at her pussy and ass with her hands. They seemed to be everywhere. Her actions generated more sweat and the sweat seemed to make the ants all the more eager. Some had actually gotten up into her sex tunnel and were trying to go deeper. She had not choice but to dig her fingers up into herself to try to scrape them out. She was on fire! Many of the ants had found their way into her beautiful bush. They were scurrying around, trying to find a haven in the thatch that covered her sex. Frantically she ran her fingers through her bush, trying to rake them out. He was watching her with no emotion whatsoever – perhaps a faint smile as he watched her frantically beating away.

Caleb Comes to Town

by JEP

Chapter 7 – Aroused by a Goat

When she had finally rid herself of all of the stinging insects he put the leash back on her collar and directed her back to her hands and knees. Her sex was on fire from the devastation of the ants! He told her he had something that would help. As she crawled along behind him he led her to a huge rectangular bale of straw. He gave a tug on the leash and told her to lay on her back on the straw with her ass hanging over the end. She did so and quickly discovered that the individual pieces of straw dug painfully into her shredded back. But, she knew better than to complain as she endured the pain.

He then told her to lift up her legs until her knees rested on her mighty tits. He told her she could grasp her thighs with her hands if that helped. Once she had attained the position he told her if she moved one bit from that pose he would have her head on his wall. She quickly nodded her understanding. He then produced a squeeze bottle of pancake syrup. He told her this would soothe the stings created by the ants. He then proceeded to squeeze syrup into her bush, and completely over the outside surfaces of her pussy. Oddly enough, the syrup was cooling the impact of the many stings. He carefully covered each pussy lip with the syrup and it made quite an attractive presentation. He then inserted the end of the bottle directly into her cunt and gave the bottle a hefty squeeze. Immediately the entire remaining contents of the bottle squirted into her cunt.

She jerked a bit because it was a strange feeling to feel her sex completely filled with the pancake syrup. However, she maintained her position. Syrup was now gradually seeping out of her cunt and running down into the crack of her ass. He told her again the penalty of moving from this position. She assured him she understood. Then he left briefly and returned leading a billy goat.

He asked her if she knew that billy goats loved the taste of pancake syrup? She suspiciously wagged her head from side to side to indicate that, in fact, she did not know this. The goat was an ugly creature but he had a fairly good sense of smell. He raised his head to try to locate the direction from whence came the syrup odor. He immediately looked at her pussy so deliciously exposed.

He hopped over, ducked his head and extended his tongue directly into her bush. She could see him through her thighs and what she saw was the longest, most disgusting looking tongue she had ever imagined. In addition to being long it was also quite thick, muscular, and covered with goat slobber. The goat immediately began working his tongue ferociously on her pussy as he tried to recover every speck of syrup.

His tongue was so powerful that it was actually feeling like a club beating at her sex door. She was crying now at both the intrusion and the degradation. Yet she held her position firmly with her thighs raised high. The goat finally had extruded every bit of syrup from the surface of her pussy. Now he sensed there was more inside the crevice and he plunged his thick tongue directly into her cunt hole.

She squealed at being raped by such an awful creature's tongue. But, she held her position. The tongue was now rutting around inside her sex, scavenging for more of the sweet stuff. The top of his tongue was now rubbing against her clit and the clit was becoming aroused. Her body began producing pussy juice to mix with the syrup.

The goat discovered that the taste of human pussy juice was also quite attractive and he began working harder with his tongue. Despite her horrible feelings, Heide was becoming aroused. She began wiggling her hips in response to her arousal. More juice was being produced and the goat was licking harder.

Suddenly, Heide let out with a mighty yell as she experienced the strangest orgasm she had ever dreamed of. It was the mother of all orgasms. She had never experienced anything like it but such a tool had never invaded her cunt. Now her pussy was filled with her own juice, with syrup, and with goat slobbers. She was beside herself but she felt a chain of orgasms taking over her body as she screamed unintelligible words one after another. The goat was tiring of having his tongue inside such a tight aperture and he finally withdrew and began working on the crack of her ass where some remnants of syrup resided. As his tongue began exploring her ass hole, Caleb grabbed the leash on the goat and yanked him back.

He said, "Sorry Billy, that hole's reserved for me!"

Heide, still holding her thighs, her pussy completely worn out, heard his words and knew that sometime her virgin ass hole was going to be filled. She shuddered as she thought of how this would probably feel. At the same time, she was exhausted from the most fantastic string of orgasms she had ever experienced! And, they were at the tongue of a fucking goat!

"God," she thought, "I'm a completely worthless slut!"

Chapter 8 – Heide Changes Her Values

He looked down at her as she continued to hold her thighs in the air. Her face and neck were flushed from the orgasm she had just experienced. Her huge tits were heaving as her lungs tried to suck in more quantities of oxygen. Her pussy was bright red and soaked with moisture – both her own pussy juice and goat saliva. Caleb's dick was as hard as it had ever been in his life. His overalls were betraying a huge bulge at the crotch.

She was in pain and yet still re-living the ecstasy she had just experienced. She saw his crotch and knew there was a huge dick beneath the telltale bulge. She began to fantasize about having a real dick in her wet pussy. She had always liked to be fucked when she thought there was love involved. Now, her emotions were being held prisoner by a whole new set of standards – fucking purely for the enjoyment of it.

She shook her head to try to clear her brain and yet she still held up her thighs – displaying her sex to him. Even worse, she could feel herself flexing her pussy muscles to move her cunt lips in and out – and open invitation to him to be fucked.

She said simply, "Please fuck me – I want to be fucked by a man!"

He dropped the straps on his overalls and they fell to his ankles. He stood there in flannel shirt and long, old-fashioned boxer shorts. He put his thumbs at the waistband and pushed his shorts down also to his ankles. His red flannel shirttail hung low, surrounding his huge dick, framing it and, somehow, making it look even more appealing. His dick was pulsating, the huge purple head throbbing, a large vein protruding on the side. His piss slit was leaking a dollop of pre-cum. She looked at him and realized she had produced this dick.

Her pussy created even more juice. She asked him to take off his shirt so she could see him completely naked. He did. She lay there admiring his slumped, yet muscular, farmer's body – ready to plunge into her. She wanted him in her. He moved forward, bent his knees slightly so that his powerful dick was directly in line with her sex. Suddenly, with one expert move, he plunged forward and his dick buried itself in her cunt. With all of the wetness, it went in completely without resistance.

She screamed with pleasure as she felt his mighty dick head scrape the walls of her tunnel of love. She wanted to be fucked! He began humping her in earnest and she responded by thrashing about – her huge tits flowing from side to side like an incoming tidal wave. Her nipples were huge and hard as steel. They, too, were pulsating in the exact rhythm of the pulsation of his dick head – buried deep within her.

His gigantic balls were bouncing off her ass – creating even more sensations of pleasure as she began throwing her sex up to him to meet his thrusts. He changed positions so he could brace himself. He moved his callused hands and placed them directly on each of her mammary. Ordinarily this weight would have been quite uncomfortable but she welcomed the weight of his body on her boobs. She opened her mouth and wagged her tongue at him – curling it inward – inviting him into her mouth.

He ducked his head down, put his thin lips on her full lips, and plunged his tongue into her mouth. She began sucking on it eagerly. As his saliva rolled into her mouth she swallowed with greed. She wanted his fluids inside of her. He suddenly raised up his head and began baying like a coyote. She knew he was going to come as his dick became even larger within her.

She began screaming, "Please don't come yet, please don't come yet!"

Somehow, with great control, he kept fucking her and, at the same time, held back on his orgasm.

Now she was coming, full-fledged orgasms had captured her body and she was screaming out of control, "God – give me your juice – fuck me – fuck me – fill me with your cum – OooooooooooH!"

He complied. His dick began pumping huge volumes of his sex juice directly into her body. He was drooling and as she saw the drool fall downward, she moved her head to capture the saliva into her mouth. He was still coming in great waves and juice – both his and hers – was flushing out the edges where his dick and her pussy joined so completely. She had captured a complete mouthful of his spit. She was rolling it around in her mouth – savoring the texture and the taste. She pushed it forward on to her lips and then sucked it back in. Finally, after she had worked it enough, she swallowed it with great, great enjoyment.

He collapsed on to her full body. His dick was receding. He was breathing hard. It was the greatest fuck he had even experienced. It was the greatest fuck she had ever experienced.

Caleb Comes to Town

by JEP

Chapter 9 – Rejection Has a Price

Their faces only inches apart, he looked deep into her eyes and said, "Next, your ass, then your mouth."

She misjudged her power over him. She said, "I don't want to be fucked in the ass!"

With all other males it had always been a case of fucking equaling power – power to her. She completely misjudged him – fucking was fucking, not power. He raised up in anger – his eyes narrowed to razor-thin slits. His lips were curled in a sneer. His muscles were tense and veins stood out on the side of his neck.

He saw an ear of corn lying beside the bale upon which she rested. He picked up the ear and shucked it. He now held the ear – bright yellow and huge – fourteen inches long, as big around as his wrist and rough as only an ear of corn can be rough. He held it by the narrow end, and placed the big end directly on to her pussy. As she looked in horror, he rammed the ear into her sex until only a couple of inches protruded from her lips. He then placed the palm of his hand on the protruding stub and rammed it completely into her.

She was screaming as the hard kernels ripped the walls of her pussy. She had never had anything this deep in her cunt. She turned loose of her thighs and they fell down. Yet, they were spread wide because she couldn't put them together for the pain that was emanating from her very middle. To her consternation he took a length of rope and fastened it around the mid-section of her thighs. He secured the two ends with a slipknot and began pulling the noose tight around her white, trembling thighs. He was forcing her thighs together and this served to completely exasperate the pain in her pussy.

She was screaming now as her thighs finally touched each other. He tied off the noose and she could not separate her thighs. He tied another length of rope around her wrists until he had a ten-foot leash connected to her wrists. He gave it a jerk and began dragging her on the ground. She was spinning and bouncing and she could not separate all of the pain her body was experiencing – from bouncing on the ground, shredding skin on the rocks she hit, and the still-terrible ripping of her pussy by the ear of corn.

All she could see of him was his back and the rippling muscles of his ass as he purposely strode toward the barn. When they had entered the barn, he threw the leash around an overhead beam and pulled her up off the ground. As he secured the rope, she swayed casually in the air. Her shoulders were now strained to the limit and, for once, she wished she didn't have this solid Swedish body. She was screaming from the pain and offering him anything – her pussy, her ass, her mouth – anything for relief. He looked at her once, turned and walked off to collect his clothes.

Chapter 10 – Obedience, At Last

He returned several hours later and she was completely devastated – in mind, body, and spirit. Her hands were completely numb while her shoulders felt as though they were being destroyed. The pain in her pussy had grown steadily over the hours and now she felt as though her sex was sending out pain to all parts of her body. He was dressed in a shiny, Sears-Roebuck, blue suit.

He told her that it was Sunday and he was on his way to church. He indicated to her that he taught Sunday School. Her mind was reeling form this bit of news. He told her that in a spirit of outreach he was going to remove the ear of corn from her pussy and let her down. She was wondering what kind of hypocritical bastard this son-of-a-bitch was? But, she ignored this contradiction as she begged him for relief – promising to do anything to give him pleasure.

He only smiled knowingly. She also wondered how he was going to remove the vegetable that was imbedded in her cunt? He produced a corkscrew. With one hand he separated the lips of her pussy and looked up into her tunnel. He could just see the flat end of the cob. He inserted the corkscrew and began twisting it gradually into the cob. He suggested to her that she not move a muscle lest he slip and imbed the corkscrew in the walls of her pussy. She complied completely as she stiffened like a board. Finally, the corkscrew was completely inserted. He then began rocking it back and forth and twisted it at the same time. She felt as though she were being split in two but she willed her body to be still.

It gradually began working its way out as the separate corn kernels seemed to rip her tender inner tissues as though sandpaper were being extracted from her. As he finally withdrew the entire length of the vegetable, droplets of blood were coating the yellow corn while other juices flowed slowly from inside of her body. She was crying with great pain and moaning unintelligible sounds from her pulsating mouth.

He then reached high with his pocketknife and severed the rope that held her wrists. She fell in a heap of pained flesh, almost wrapped around his feet. She immediately began kissing his boots and cooed words of appreciation. He knew he had attained a new plateau with her. He slipped a leash onto her collar and she crawled obediently behind him as he led her to the doghouse. As he secured her to the structure she immediately flattened herself and crawled gratefully into her domicile. She was home!

Chapter 11 – Am I a Dog ?

He returned in mid afternoon. His church had hosted a potluck dinner for all of its members. There was a whole bag of chicken bones that he had requested under the guise of taking them to his dogs. The bones were fairly well picked clean and quite greasy. He stopped outside of the doghouse and emptied the bones onto the ground in front of her house. She stuck her head out of the aperture and he told her that was her treat.

"However," he said, "no hands – or else!"

She responded by thanking him with great sincerity. She crawled out of the house and began gnawing on the bones, using only her mouth and lips to grasp the remnants of someone else's meal. She could not believe she was doing this but she had to admit they did have a good flavor. She was able to suck off some of the remaining pieces of meet, gristle, and skin. Because she could not use her hands the bones tended to be coated with dirt but she ignored that. When she had finished her face and lips were coated with grease and particles of garbage. She didn't even notice.

He returned, fully clothed and looked down at her sleeping body. She was outside the doghouse, lying on her side. She had tried lying on her back but her back was still incredibly sore from her whipping. She had tried lying on her stomach but this was too painful to her pussy that was still aching from the stretching it had endured. She had finally dropped into a fitful sleep, lying on her side. Her right hand was covering her pussy that she had been massaging in the hopes of obtaining some relief.

Caleb could have kicked her to awaken her but for some reason he simply nudged her with his toe and told her to wake up. He released her leash from the doghouse and told her they were going for a walk – which meant, of course, that he would be walking and she would be crawling on her hands and knees. He told her he was going to inspect a field around which he had recently installed an electric fence. The fence consisted of a single wire, about twenty-six inches above the ground. The wire was charged with a strong dose of electricity. He said its purpose was to control some livestock although she didn't see any from her vantage point.

He walked at a fairly good clip and she had to scurry to keep up. Her hands and knees were being torn to shreds and she was quickly working up a strong sweat. She could smell herself and it wasn't pleasant. She had always been meticulous about her personal appearance and somehow this odor was much more unpleasant than she would have imagined.

They finally came to the "fence" and she looked with a bit of trepidation at the gleaming single strand of wire. He pulled on her leash and told her to stand up and straddle the wire. She did so fearfully and found that it was just a couple of inches below her pussy. He then told her to lower herself onto the glimmering wire. She looked pleadingly at him and he responded by reaching for the whip that was hanging from a loop in his overalls.

She began crying as she slowly began bending her knees to lower her body. She could hear the pulsating hum of current flowing through the wire. When just a thin amount of space separated her sex from the wire, he placed his hands on her shoulders and rammed her body downward. She screamed as her two pussy lips exactly surrounded the wire and tremendous bolts of electricity coursed through her sex and onward to the upper portions of her torso.

He was wearing rubber gloves and so the current flowing through her body didn't faze him. She was screaming at the top of her lungs as her nipples became rock hard, her pussy hair stood straight out, and her thigh muscles began convulsing.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, he moved his hands beneath her armpits and lifted her body completely off of the wire. She was gasping for breath and her eyes were wide with fear and astonishment. It was her first experience with electricity and she hoped there would never be another. Her hope was soon to be dashed. He led her for what seemed miles of crawling until they had reached the opposite side of the fenced plot of land.

She began begging him, "Please, please, please, don't make me put my pussy on the wire! I beg of you! I will do anything!"

He replied, "First of all, you will do anything anyway. However, I am not without mercy. You will not have to put your pussy on the wire again."

She gripped his legs with both arms as she huddled near him and said, "Thank you – thank you – thank you!"

She then found out the irony of his extension of mercy. He told her to rise up on her knees and to lower both of her nipples on to the shiny, humming wire. Tears filled her eyes and she begged more for mercy. He again reached for the whip. She slowly rose until she was on her knees. She shuffled forward until her large tits were just above the wire.

Then, she slowly began lowering her body as her two frightened nipples came closer and closer to the wire. As her nipples approached the wire, two little hairs near her right areola began straightening out and reaching for the charged wire.

Again, he put both hands on her shoulders and pushed her to close the remaining distance. Her nipples touched the wire and she felt as though two eternal bolts of lightning were striking her tits. Her nipples were stuck to the wire. She tried to pull back but his hands and the force of the electricity would not allow her nipples to be released. They were becoming hot and she thought she could almost smell her nipple flesh frying. Her tit meat was rolling beneath the skin, almost giving the appearance of tidal waves beneath her tit skin. She was vomiting in great convulsions as she lost whatever possible nutrition she might have gained from gleaning the used chicken bones.

He finally released her and her body sprung back from the awful torment. He jerked her leash but she was too used up to even move. In exasperation, he picked her up like a bag of flour, threw her over his shoulder and returned to her "house". He threw her to the ground and quickly secured her leash to her doghouse.

As she slowly regained consciousness she realized that she had to take a pro-active stance if she was to avoid total punishment. She knew that he wanted her ass hole and she knew that he wanted her to give it willingly. She determined that she would gladly let him fuck her in the ass if this is what it would take to avoid being subjected to more pain. She was sure his huge dick would hurt her ass but she also knew that her ass would surely expand to meet the need just as her pussy had expanded over the years since the first time she was fucked.

When he finally returned he was a bit startled. She had heard him coming and she had prepared herself. She was on her knees with her body leaned forward so that her shoulders and head rested on the ground. She had reached behind herself and spread her ass cheeks as far apart as possible. She had oriented herself so that her ass would be pointed directly at him. What he saw was a powerful ass, pulled apart, and a beautiful anal hole winking at him.

She was pulsating her hands on her ass cheeks so that the hole opened and shut and seemed to say, "Come on in!"

He didn't hesitate. He was already naked and his dick had snapped immediately to attention. The large purple dick head was already pulsating and salivating at the thought of entering this secret tunnel. He was quickly down on his knees and his dick began knocking at the anal rim. The rim put up one hell of a resistance against the foreign invader. Yet, his dick was relentless and with one mighty surge he had destroyed all resistance and his huge dick was buried to the hilt inside of her dark tunnel.

Despite her best intentions, she screamed as her defenses were defeated and her bowels were invaded. She felt his pendulous balls slapping against her bottom and that, coupled with the pain in her guts, told her she was being fucked mightily in the ass. He quickly established a rhythm and his dick finally began sliding in and out of her back hole. She caught his rhythm and soon she was cycling her ass in a way to match his timing.

She could hear his balls slapping against her skin and he could feel his thick pubic hair rubbing against the inner skin of her ass crack. Her great tits were swaying in the air and they, too, seemed to have a life of their own. Soon she could feel her nipples getting hard and the many nerve endings of pleasure in her ass began to take over from the nerve endings that caused pain.

His balls had distended even more with his sexual arousal and they were now bouncing off of her clit. Now she was feeling the rise of sexual arousal and as his dick began throbbing against the inner walls of her ass, she knew he, too, was being mightily aroused. Somehow, despite her newness at ass-fucking, she could tell that he was about to come.

As his piss slit began squirting his juice into her guts, she too felt a strange, but strong, orgasm taking over her body. Now she was shouting unintelligible words and bucking her head up and down. Her blonde hair was bouncing off of the back of her neck and her tits were slapping her torso. Her ass hole was pulsating and squeezing his dick, trying to milk every iota of love juice from his groin. All at once, for the first time in his life, he was shouting guttural, animalistic sounds as his balls continued to pump cream into her inner sanctum of guts. He had lost control of himself for the first time in memory.

As he finally pumped out the last drop of cum he collapsed forward and rested on her back. She felt as though she were holding up a ton of manliness but she felt a sense of satisfaction as she realized she had entered new territory in her own life and as she realized she had momentarily taken control of him. This feeling of satisfaction was soon to be discarded.

He had left her for several hours as she stayed hitched to her house and experienced the strange feeling of cum rolling around in her guts and gradually seeping from her ass hole. When he returned, still naked, he told her that his two brothers – Clem and Seth – were coming to visit. She was shocked when he told her they were identical triplets. Her mind swirled at the thought of three of these sick bastards roaming the earth.

He told her there was no need to lead her with the leash. He just wanted her to move on her hands and knees slightly behind him and to the left – he wanted her to 'heel'. She followed him obediently, up the steps into his house, down the hall and into the trophy room.

She was astounded at what she saw. There were three of them – exactly alike! They had the same physique, the same slightly receding hairline, the same huge dicks, the same mat of hair everywhere on their body, and the same posture. For some reason her eyes kept roaming to their balls as she noted that all three sets looked exactly alike – they were interchangeable!

The two of them were each sitting in a chair, their massive balls and dicks hanging over the front edge. They were both drinking bottles of cheap beer. One of them(Seth?) told her to come over because he needed a footstool. She shuffled over on her hands and knees and placed herself directly in front of him. He raised up his size 16 feet and plopped them down on to the small of her back. His callused heels dug into her wounded back and she let out a gasp.

Then the three brothers began to talk about her as though she weren't there. They discussed her huge tits hanging down so invitingly, they summarized the quality of her great ass. Somehow, as they discussed how great her ass looked, she almost felt a sense of pride.

She thought, "My God, what is happening to me?"

One brother(Clem?), told how from his angle he could see the patch of hair between her legs and he told her to separate her thighs more so he could have a better look. She could not believe her own feelings as she separated her thighs even more, almost with a sense of satisfaction that these bastards wanted to see her better. She knew she was descending into a pit of total degradation if she could derive satisfaction from such despicable acts.

Her back was aching and she almost felt relief when one of the other adult triplets beckoned her to come over because he had need of her. She crawled over and he told her to point her ass at him, back up, and separate her cheeks with her hands. She had no idea what he had in store but she did so with as much efficiency as she could muster. As he looked down at her fine crack – separated completely – he told her he needed to put out his cigar and he had no ashtray.

As terror began to overcome her thoughts he plunged the stub of the stogie directly into her spread ass crack, about four inches above her ass hole. She screamed in total agony as the smell of her burning ass skin filled the room. She instinctively released her grip on her ass cheeks and he, at the same time, released the hold on his cigar stub. Her ass cheeks clapped together, gripping the cigar and all that could be seen was the very end of the well-chewed cigar.

She collapsed forward and momentarily lost consciousness. She awoke with a sense of fullness. Fullness because three dicks were planted in her. Her ass burned like a son of a bitch but this feeling was exceeded by the feeling of three huge dicks rutting around inside of her. One of the brothers was on his back, his erect penis pointing straight upward. She had been placed directly down on him with his dick buried in her ass hole. She had been pulled back so that her body was resting on his chest. Another brother was lying on top of her, his dick buried in her pussy. Somehow, they had spread open her mouth so that the remaining brother could kneel at her head and drape his pulsating dick directly into her mouth. His mighty balls were resting on her forehead.

They were all three pumping with similar cycles. Somehow she could tell that all three dicks were exactly the same in length, diameter, and texture. The huge dick heads were identical. She felt as though she were one huge fuck machine and she simply lay there, letting them use her body as a parking space for their sex tools. As they continued to pump her, their pace picked up and she sensed some sort of unspoken communication between them.

Then, all at once they began pumping their seed into all of her orifices. Their squirts were identical in timing, size, and feel. They seemed to have an endless amount of cum and they made no sounds whatsoever as they squirted into her body. She could feel the cum sloshing in her pussy. She could feel the cum burrowing its way into her ass guts. She could feel the cum filling her mouth as she swallowed to keep up with the volume that her mouth was receiving.

At the same time, all of the action was causing the brother on the bottom to scrub his pubic hair into her freshly burned ass crack. She wished she could die! She knew she wouldn't! The brother in her mouth withdrew first. His slimy dick slowly crawled out of her mouth, over her nose, between her eyes, across her forehead, and through the front part of her blonde hair. It left behind a trail of his juices.

The brother in her pussy withdrew next. As his dick pulled out, the mushroom head scraped sex juices along with it, pulling some of it out of her cunt and leaving a trail through her pubic hair.

Finally, the brother on the bottom pushed her upward, ejecting his dick from her ass in one quick motion. As she moved upward a long stream of cum hung from her ass hole, swaying in the air. He threw her to one side in a heap. She was breathing hard at all of the exertion that had been expended on her and she wondered what would be next?

She watched as they each sat down, their wet dicks slowly receding into a flaccid state. One of them picked up a slab of chewing tobacco and bit off a huge chaw. He passed it around and soon all three of them were contentedly chewing away, building up a mouthful of tobacco juices.

By now, she had lost track of who was who since they were all identical. One of them told her they were going to play a game similar to darts – except that she was the board. He told her to get on her back, heist up her legs with her hands so that her pussy was clearly available.

She seemed to sense what was coming but her last remaining visage of logic refused to accept it. She complied, and her pussy was high in the air with her legs up and spread wide. She was trembling as one brother walked up directly before her and planted himself about three feet from her upraised pussy.

Another brother(Caleb?) pointed to the set of mounted heads and suggested she best not move. She shuddered as her eyes saw the heads of her predecessors. Then the brother before her, hauled back and shot a huge load of tobacco at her pussy. It hit the inside part of her left thigh, bounced off and just missed her right pussy lip.

She cried as the stuff hit her and began dribbling down her body. Then, another brother took the same position, let fly, and his tobacco-laden spittle missed completely, hitting her deep navel, bouncing upward as it hit the underside of her right breast.

Tears were beginning to fill her eyes as the next brother took his position, spat a mighty load at her and his wad hit her pussy dead center. As the tobacco worked its way into her tender tissues, her pussy began burning as though iodine had been poured on it. Now she was crying openly and they were ignoring her reactions.

They told her to get up on her knees and hoist her tits upward and outward. She thought of the heads on the wall and hastened to comply. She was quickly on her knees, her hands under her heavy breasts, supporting them as high as she could.

The brothers had reloaded and were chewing furiously. A brother let fly and his wad landed directly on to her left nipple. The wad rested on top of the nipple as juices flowed down around it, dribbling down into her bush. The next brother displayed equal accuracy as his wad hit just above her right nipple and splattered across the areola. Tears were flowing down her cheeks and they fell on to her breasts mingling with their tobacco chew and saliva.

The last brother let fly and he wasn't even close. Did he miss on purpose? His wad landed exactly in the middle of her forehead. It began dribbling down into her eyes, along each side of her nose and on to her upper lip. The tobacco burned in her eyes and now tears were pouring profusely from them.

Now, they told her to lift up her head and open her mouth wide. Again, they referred to the mounted heads on the wall. She could not believe they were going to do this and yet she knew that her mouth was going to become their spittoon. All three of them spit simultaneously and all three wads landed together, exactly into the center of her open mouth. She gagged and coughed as the wads entered her mouth and filled it to overfilling. As she gagged she swallowed some of the chews and the room began swirling around her. They told her to begin chewing. She chewed for the first time in her life. She chewed their already-chewed tobacco. It was the most disgusting thing she had ever done! She would have gladly sucked a thousand dicks before doing this! Little did she realize that her preference might soon come true.

They had hosed her off by pissing on her simultaneously.

Chapter 12 – Heide Finally Becomes Domesticated

During the next four months Heide finally became a domesticated piece of livestock whose sole purpose in life was sex and degradation.

Walking upright was a distant memory as she only moved about on all fours. She had actually become quite nimble at scurrying from place to place as directed. And, she provided a marvelous sight as her ass swayed in the air from the action of her strong thighs. Her tits were constantly crashing in to each other and rebounding away as she ran on her four limbs. Caleb liked to watch her patch of pubic hair that peeked out beneath her ass crack when he stood behind her.

She now considered her doghouse her true home and she enjoyed curling up in the corner at night as she contemplated what sexual adventure she might have the next day. Caleb did have a vivid imagination! When the moon was full she would climb up to the peak of the room of her house. She would willingly grind the pink part of her pussy into the granular shingles so that she had even more reason to howl at the moon. Caleb found this sound soothing and it always put him into a restful sleep at night.

She had also marked five trees as her own. These were where she pissed. She would crawl up to one of them, on all fours of course, lift her left leg and piss mightily on to the bark of the selected tree. Her piss would naturally splash many droplets on to her naked skin but she was oblivious to this. She had to indicate to Caleb when she was going to piss – by scratching her left hand three times – so that he could follow and watch. For some reason he really got a charge out of watching her piss.

Caleb now invited all of his cousins – and there was a horde of them – to come visit and play with his new animal. Her pussy and ass were off limits but her mouth was fair game. She was constantly giving blow jobs all day. Her throat was always coated with the phlegm of their cum. This was not a major problem since Caleb would no longer let her speak words. She could whine, meow, or bark – but she could absolutely not communicate like a person. She was NOT a person anymore!

Saturdays were a special event. That was the night the Caleb invited his two brothers over for dinner. As they sat around the kitchen table eating their meal, they were always naked from the waist down. Heide would be beneath the table, going from one brother to the other, to nuzzle their nuts with her nose and tongue. If she was particularly good one of them would slip her a bone under the table so that she could chew and suck off the remaining scraps of gristle and meat. This was a special treat for her. True – it was garbage. But it was human food garbage and this was always better than the dog food she was given for her daily diet. If she nuzzled them a bit too hard, there was punishment in the form of a bare foot kicking savagely into her side. The brothers rarely trimmed their toenails so this always left a scar on her smooth body. These were just additional scars from those she already had. The worse were the initials that each brother had carved into her ass cheeks. The pain from these seemed to be with her always.

After dinner was fucking time. She would go to the middle of the den, beneath the mounted heads, and display her sex. Their sex routine varied. Sometimes they would simply choose a hole and all of them would take turns fucking that one hole. By the time all three of them had cum in her the first one was ready to go again. The "lucky" hole would be oozing and dripping cum after a couple of hours of this constant fucking. The boys could come in massive loads – and – seemingly in an unending series due to their fantastic sexual stamina.

After fucking, it was target practice. She would go out on the porch, sit back on her haunches and watch forlornly as they pulled up rocking chairs in a semi-circle before her. Then, the chaws would disappear in to their mouths as they worked them vigorously with their strong jaws. She was the target. They were already quite deadly with their aim so she failed to understand why they had to constantly practice. Her nipples, her navel, her mouth, her eyes, and her nostrils seemed to be favorite targets. The slimy, brownish-green substance would grow in ferocity as her entire body became coated. All of it seemed to slowly flow downward and collect in her bush. When they had grown weary of this "practice", each of them would go up to her, bend down, and plant their full open mouth onto hers. She knew to open her mouth in response. Then they would slowly push the remaining chaw of tobacco into her mouth. When all three had finished her cheeks would bulge out like a chipmunk as she tried to chew the used, slimy, evil tobacco in a manner that suited them. She hated this part of the evening. It was only surpassed by what followed next – Saturday night bath time!

She was first. Only it wasn't a bath for her, it was a shower – a golden shower. They brothers had been drinking beer and coffee throughout the evening and their bladders were apparently quite full. They gathered around her and the pissing began. God they could piss a lot of piss! She had to give them credit, when they finished, all of the chewing tobacco that had coated her now resided in a puddle around her. However, the piss all over her body really was not an improvement. And, to fully complete her degradation, somehow she always managed to swallow the old tobacco that they had forced into her mouth.

Then it was time for their baths! It was to be a tongue bath by her. She would start with their crotch. This was now a bit scaly from the previous fucking that evening. She would try to suck in the coagulated sex juices and swallow them in one gulp. She tried to convince herself that this was the best way to avoid the taste and texture. It was bullshit! It was awful no matter what technique was used. Then she had to lick their balls completely of the week's accumulation of sweat and smelly bacteria.

When they turned around and bent over it was up to her to spread their cheeks and lick their crack and asshole clean. And cleaning their asshole meant the outside AND the inside as far as her tongue could reach. The ears were always next. God, how could something so remote from a sexual area be so gross!!! She would tongue the earwax loose and suck it into her mouth. It was actually worse then the scaly sex juices! Next she would lick the lint out of their navels and from between their toes. The last part was the worse! She had to like their hairy armpits! They never used deodorant, so, after a week there was a ferocious accumulation of sweat and body odor. They seemed to understand how horrible this was for her so they always claimed that she hadn't done a good job and must repeat that part of the process. By now her body was gagging but the worse was yet to come!

It was Saturday night shit time! Caleb had built an outhouse that was a four-holer. They would go out to the biffy with Heide crawling along behind. They would each sit over the holes, leaving one of the middle holes vacant. She had to kneel before it and put her face down into the hole as far as she could bob her head. Then the shitting began! If the boys could cum and piss in bucketloads, they could shit in wagonloads. As her face was down facing the pit below, splashes would fly upward and coat her face. Even worse was the smell. God they could fart and shit forever! It was her least favorite part of the Saturday evening ritual. Even animals did not have to withstand this type of assault!

Caleb Comes to Town

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