Jills Day Out

Part 2.

Chapter 6.

Peter

As she hung, immobilised with the warm sunshine on her back, the naked woman took a look around her. She couldn't see much, because of the men who surrounded her, blocking her view. They were all enjoying this opportunity to gawp at a bare and helpless woman.

To her dismay, a small misshapen figure approached her, the midget, Billy. He stood in front, gazing at her breasts and belly, his gnomish face only inches from her. She couldn't stand him so close.

"Wont be long now, Blondie," he said in his strange piping voice, "and then it'll be my turn to have you to myself. Just you and me".

"Get away from me, I hate you, you horrid little monster!" she screamed.

The little mans face twisted in anger and humiliation. He lashed out with his hand, slapping first one breast, then the other. He was about to hit her in the face when Bernie grabbed him and pulled him away.

"Not now! Calm down, Billy. Your turn will come later. Just watch the show, get yourself a beer." With a glance of extreme evilness at her the miniature rapist waddled away. Ernie also left, with the air of a man with things to organise.

Behind her someone was stroking her leg. She tried to look back over her shoulder but found it easier to lower her head down and peer through her dangling breasts and open thighs. The world was upside down but she could see a little of what was behind her.

It was the old man who had tied her over the bar. Her was gently moving his hand over the skin between her stocking tops and her vagina. Sometimes he used his fingers, sometimes the palm and the back of his hand. His touch felt kind, almost loving. It was the closest she had been to genuine human contact all day. He shocked her momentarily, when he spat onto her vaginal lips! But then he continued his gentle ministrations and the wetness made his touch even smoother.

"Take no notice of that sawn-off little bastard, I'll look after you" he said.

Jill felt her body respond to the soothing voice and touch. Her cunt lips pouted and she felt her juices begin to flow a little. Oh no, she thought, don't let them see me react like this. Her pussy had always been very sensitive to the touch of a lover, or even just the thought of a man looking at her sex. Despite herself she began to move her bottom to the man's hand, at least within the limits of her bonds. Unseen behind her he sniggered silently to himself. Her wetness began to increase and her cunt-lips twitched as the manipulation continued.

The man crouched and placing his mouth over her vagina, began to lick and suck vigorously. To gain further access he used his thumbs to pull her lips apart. She felt as if he would turn her inside out!

The crowd had been watching with interest but now seemed to be distracted by something on the other side of the crowd. A loud murmur began to rise, like at a sports match when the first team comes onto the pitch. Jill wasn't really interested as the old man playing with her cunt held her attention. She saw from the corner of her eye, a gap open in the line of men on her left. Through the gap came Bernie, leading a small donkey. Although the sight meant nothing to her, Jill saw the men were looking at the donkey and then at her, knowingly. It was as if they were waiting for her to catch on to whatever was going on.

Well, what was going on, she wondered? She watched it approach. It looked a little odd, what was it? She noticed its' belly and chest had been shaved, leaving tufts of coarse hair in places. It reminded her of her own visit to the barber; what had that been about? As it came closer she saw its' penis was hanging down, but becoming stiffer and as thick as a mans wrist. The head was a queer, fat mushroom shape and black and shiny like oiled leather. The shaft was patchy, pink and black. She heard someone say "and that's why she has to be shaved. We don't want pubic hair getting in the way."

Forcing herself to look away from the donkeys' dick, she looked at the nearest men. The expectancy on their faces triggered her realisation!

"No! Oh for goodness sake no! Not that!" she began to scream, "I'll do anything, anything at all but not that! Oh please, please don't do this to me, ohhhhhhh!" Despite her bonds she began to throw herself from side to side and to strain with all her strength against the ropes.

A hand slapped her bottom, very hard, startling her into silence.

"Don't be such a baby! Big girl like you needs a cock like Peters once in a while." It was the old man, who continued caressing her thighs and cunt. "Look at you, in your sussies and stockings; dressed for fucking! Nobody wears them things who aint up for it. We like our bitches to dress up for a shagging by Peter. You asked for it and now you're gonna get it, so stop whingeing and start doing yer stuff!"

His words baffled her. Did he expect her to cooperate, to accept the awful fate they had prepared for her? "You're mad!" she screamed, "you're all mad, let me go. Do you hear me? Let me go, you mad bastards!"

Chapter7.

Ohhh!

The audience didn't seem offended by her remarks. They were more interested in the donkey, which had now been led around and was now behind her. It no longer needed to be led; in fact it was now pulling its handlers by the rope attached to its halter, eager to close in on the waiting woman. Jill looked through her thighs again and saw it suddenly rear up like a circus pony and take a couple of steps on its hind legs. Then it crashed down onto her back, crushing the wind out of her lungs.

"Ooooh!" she gasped. She thought she would suffocate with the weight on her ribs and belly, but the two half-wit brothers took some of the load by supporting the animals' front legs up by its shoulders. Peter shuffled his body until he was forward enough to place his hooves on the ground. Although no longer crushed, the animals belly was still pressing her down onto the rail.

She was totally fixed in position now and when a blunt, warm force pressed against her cunt, panic surged over her, but she could do nothing to move away from it.

Tears formed in her eyes. "Please don't do this to me," she begged, "I don't deserve this. I'll do whatever you like, but don't let a donkey fuck me! Suppose it was you're wife or daughter!" But no one was interested.

Fingers pulled her pussy apart to give the huge cock easier access and she squealed as the head entered her. "Oh no! No! I can't do this; I've never had a baby! My hole's too small!"

"Just try to relax your muscles and let it happen", said the old man into her ear, "Peter knows what he's doing."

The donkey had paused for a moment but then he lunged forward and his dick slid deep into her belly. She felt like she was being split in two.

"URRRGHH!" she gasped, feeling as if she was going to spew up what little food she had eaten that morning, which seemed so long ago now.

The donkey, confident now that he was safely inside her warm, tight cunt began to pull his hips back until the head of his cock almost came out completely but then plunged back into her. Jill could hardly believe she had taken the full length of it. Now Peter began to find a rhythm, slow at first, allowing the stuffed woman to become accustomed to the massive intruder.

Jill began to think perhaps this wasn't too bad; she could cope with this. She was able to prepare herself as each thrust approached, taking the violent crash of his large balls as the signal that the last onslaught was over.

The men studied her expression. They saw the lovely young woman's face relax. She bit her lip gently, as if in concentration. She looked as if she might be enjoying it! Jill knew what they were thinking, but she didn't care. She had to get through this any way she could. The shame burned deeply inside her but none of this was her fault.

As the deep fucking continued, Jill became conscious of a new phenomenon. Her clitoris, always a very sensitive organ, was trapped between the cock and the wall of her vagina. As the huge penis moved, it was being rolled forward and back, as if between a mans finger and thumb. It began to spread a warmth through her cunt. She had to respond, she could not ignore it. Oh no! Please don't let them see this!

An involuntary grunt came from her throat, "Ugh!" Oh no, don't moan! She told herself, but straight off came another, longer grunt like a furrowing sow.

"Ughhhhhh! Ughhhhhhhh! Ughhhhhhhhhhh!"

The donkey, as if picking up on her passion, began to fuck more quickly, rubbing her clit more and more vigorously. She hauled on the rope around her wrists, pulling herself up so that her feet left the ground slightly, the cords cutting into her ankles.

Cameras flashed; they were taking photos! A man was pointing a video camera at her face! She didn't care, all she knew was; she had to satisfy the unbearable itch in her cunt!

"Oooohhhh! Oh! Oh please no, no, no! Yes! Fuck me, fuck me hard, ohhhh!" Her muscles were bulging in her shoulders, arms, down her sides. Her thighs and calves were rippling with the effort and sweat prickled out all over her skin. The men began to shout encouragement.

"Fuck her good, Peter!"

"Shove her cunt up through her throat!"

She could see some men had their cocks out, wanking furiously, as they screamed hate at her.

"She's asked for this, the bitch, and now she's getting it!" The words cut into her; she hadn't asked for anything.

The donkey doubled his efforts, fucking like a machine. The tufts of hair on his belly, stiff and containing burrs of dried weeds, scratched along her back, causing her more pain. Her face became a twisted mask of lust, drool dripped from the side of her mouth. She looked like the slut she had become.

Mated with the beast, she became beast herself. Her body undulated against her lovers stinking, hairy, belly.

"Fuck me! Fuck me good!"

A voice, close to her ear snarled, " You love, don't you! You love it don't you, you dirty bitch?" It was Bernie, crouching to the side, his face a study of hate.

"Yes, I love it!" she screamed. "Don't stop, don't stop! Fuck me, fuck me! Oooowww! I'm cummmming, I'm cummmmmming!" She threw back her head and held her whole body taught against the ropes, the rail and the animals' body as waves of orgasm spread over her from her cunt.

She had never used such language before but no man had ever had equipment like Peters.

At that moment the huge cock penetrated deeper than ever and stopped suddenly as its hot jism spurted into her belly. The donkey snorted, relaxed, and let its whole weight rest on her back.

Jill made a soft "oh" sound as the stinking hot cum filled her, then found its way back along her tunnel and gushed out around the big black stopper and poured down her thighs, coating her stockings down to her knees.

Jills' body hung down inertly and she vomited a small amount of yellow bile. Peter decided it was now time for his feed and pushed himself backwards, kicking her painfully in the ribs as he freed himself. As his cock flopped out of her cunt, a fresh gush of cum splashed out of her and onto the ground.

Cameras continued to flash for a while as the tired donkey plodded away. Then the crowd lost interest and began to disperse. The two half-wits decided to take their turns and fucked her in turn, but after the donkey she felt hardly anything.

Perhaps she passed out. After an unknown amount of time she became aware that her wrists and ankles were being released. It was Bernie and the ugly little Billy.

"What a screamer! I didn't think women used such words," said the dwarf.

"What a stink!" said Bernie, "whose ever gonna want to get near this bitch again?" They pulled her to an upright stance.

"I do, Bernie," said the midget, "I want her to myself for a little while."

"Okay" replied Bernie, " take this donkey fucking girl and do what you have to do. Then find her dress and take her to the van and we can get her home."

End of part 2.