Sarah under Control

                                                Chapter 24

As Sarah exited the main reception area to begin her “honeymoon”, the select members of the congregation who had either been invited, or had paid handsomely to watch the remaining nuptials followed the slut as Teddy led her, still clad in her bridal hosiery, garters and heels, down the corridor towards the stud farm area. The visual effect of her tail swinging as her hips undulated, coupled with the myriad of colourful filth on her back and her now gleaming bald pate made a stirring sight indeed as the procession headed toward the stable block. Two of the brothers carried hand-held cameras to capture the action that didn’t take place in the areas that had fixed apparatus.

As Teddy led his bride round the final corner to the stable block, Sarah’s nostrils flared as she picked up the scent of the inmates that awaited her, making her gold face chains tremble.

“Meet the boys who have been supplying you with your cream all these months, slut” announced Teddy with a grin, as Sarah was confronted with a row of ten High Tech stalls on either side of a rubberised walkway. The lighting was bright, and twenty long faces looked inquisitively through the bars of their enclosures, hoping that people arriving meant food was imminent.

“Here we have some of America’s finest bloodstock, my slut bride. You see before you everything from sprinters to long distance athletes, all from blue blood lines and highly paid for their services, either by artificial insemination by post, or by in-person covering of the mare in the breeding room which we will visit next. Owners of brood mares pay handsomely for the juice from my twenty inmates-your “best men”- but for you on your honeymoon it’s all free! These stallions are so fertile that they produce more semen than we can sell-hence the generous pitchers that I have been sending to you for weeks now. Why don’t you introduce yourself to each one down the isle, before you meet them on a one-to-one basis over the course of the weekend?”

Slack-jawed in horror, the beautiful tattooed bride nervously patted the first one on the nose, as the enormity of the situation sank in. Her happiness at finally having earned her baldness, and her pride at her lovely tail that hung behind her knees, reminding her of her achievement, had evaporated with the realisation that her honeymoon would involve her entertaining twenty stallions. As she nervously moved on to the second long nose, Teddy’s soothing voice reminded her that this was the happiest day of her life, and that her rehabilitation demanded that she complete this task, relaxing a little, she fussed a little over the third, as Teddy reminded her how she’d bonded with the snakes, and how intimate she felt with Master Brutus. As his giant hand caressed her wedding ring, which had so savagely pierced four inches of her lily-white tit-meat not long ago, she gasped at the soreness of it, and was instantly lost in the erotica of what now adorned her left gourd. Enjoying the spasms of a mini-orgasm deep in her ass-pussy, she met the rest of the stallions with enthusiasm, noting how affectionate and undaunting they actually were stood docilely in their stalls. She hoped they would remain so when presented with her pussy later.

After she made a fuss of the twentieth, Teddy led her away along the rubber walk until they reached a very state-of-the-art room brightly lit, all decked out in hardwood and stainless steel. In the centre of the room stood a half height funnel shaped cage-like affair with anchor points for ropes along each side-clearly designed to restrain a horse- “The mare, whilst it was fertilised”, explained Teddy

Behind the cage stood a full height safety cage designed to contain but not restrict the stallion, with access either side for the stallion lad to assist with entry if required. Smiling as his bride trembled, he explained

“Don’t panic, little slut- this apparatus is designed to contain half ton mares, not 120 pound brides. We have built something special for you”

As he spoke, four stable hands dismantled the mare cage, and wheeled in something that resembled a leather hammock-slung between two hefty poles, with a safety cage above that would clearly support a stallion’s front legs. At the open end of the hammock were leather slings and straps clearly designed to hold the legs up and apart for ease of access.

“This has been custom made for you, little slut” he continued. You will have ten minutes with each stallion to tease him a little and show him you really want him, after which you will be laid on your back and strapped into the mating sling. The stallion lad will then apply a lubricant that contains mares’ hormones, and the mating will take place. You are permitted to cum at will. After each mating, you will be allowed to rest until you are ready for the next, and so on. You can break to sleep or eat whenever you wish- all that we require is that by Sunday afternoon you have known all of your best men intimately. At that point, the audience will decide by internet vote whether you have earned the scalp tattoo that Ceebert has already drafted out for you. I will see you on Sunday, my little slut bride-enjoy”

Stunned into silence, Sarah simply nodded her head in deference to her Master/Husband. The audience, unbeknown to Sarah, took their seats behind a one way glass viewing screen, the fixed cameras blinked into life as Webmaster Jay took his place at the control console, leaving Sarah with just the stallion lad, two heavily muscled black stable lads, and that sling!

After a few minutes, the barn door opened and in strode the first beast- a magnificent chestnut who, the lad leading it explained, was bred to produce stamina.” We’ll save the sprinters until you’re a little more relaxed, slut” explained the lad “They are a bit more fizzy. Tying the stallion’s halter to a rail, he said  “ You have ten minutes to be nice to him” and with that they all exited, leaving her alone with her “best man”

Not quite sure what to do, she approached him, vulnerably naked in just her hose and heels. Looking furtively between his legs, she thought of her scalp tattoo, and how much she craved it, and resolved to earn it-she was going to have to do this whether she liked it or not, so why not do her best to enjoy the experience?  Dropping nervously to her knees, she crawled carefully between the great beast’s legs so that his cock was at eye level, Reaching out gingerly, her little white hand touched the leathery skin of his sheath, and her fingers began to nervously massage it. As if answering a knock at the door, the head of his great weapon emerged from the sheath, and Sarah gasped- it was a slightly lighter purple that her Masters’ helmets, but a much different shape-more like a mushroom that a helmet. Fascinated, she teased the sheath some more, and the beast’s cock continued to emerge. When enough of the shaft was exposed, Sarah wrapped her slender fingers around it, unable by some margin to touch her fingers together. The cock was massive in girth-probably an inch wider than Teddy’s , but the length! -it kept emerging from the sheath, until well over a foot was visible. Intimidated, but undeniably aroused by facing a weapon that was at least the equal of her husbands, she dropped her bald head and at the same time lifted the mighty shaft towards her heavily brown lipglossed mouth, which automatically opened in adoration. Quickly realising that she could not fit that mushroom in her moth, she kissed and licked it, savouring the salty, primal taste, before running her pierced tongue up and down the shaft, teasing more of it out of the sheath like a snake charmer encourages a cobra out of its basket. Amazingly, in response to her oral expertise, the cock kept growing until both her hands were required to lift it to her mouth. Beside herself with excitement, but also terrified at the thought of the damage that shaft could do her, she wished again that he mouth would open wide enough to take that mighty mushroom in her mouth and milk him of his precious fluid as only she could. At that point, the lads returned-her ten was up, and she was to be prepared. As she let go of the prodigious weapon, she noted that  the mushroom now swung only a foot from the ground-that must be two foot of horse meat that protruded from his sheath.

As she trembled at the fear of being ruptured, the two muscle lads led her surprisingly tenderly towards the sling, and lay her in it. They applied a waist strap, buckling it tightly, and then raised her legs vertically above her and strapped them firmly into the leather stirrups that had been made to measure for the occasion. Her legs formed a “Y” like an obscene catapult as she was fastened in the wide open position, her tail butt-plug framed perfectly by her anal tattoo, and her grommetted flaps lay gaping, ready to receive whatever traffic was required, her mating bell hung down past her flaps and alongside the stem of her tail. As a final act of restriction, her cinched gourds, which lay either side of her chest under her armpits were strapped tightly together, under the hammock, so that they nearly joined behind her back, and any attempt to sit up simply stretched them painfully.

Now immobile, she felt the stallion lad apply a cold, slippery ointment to her pussy, working it professionally inside her vagina as well as all around her grommeted labia. When done, he attached some small elastic straps with hooks at either end to each of her labial grommets, and stretched each strap back to a corresponding eye on the frame. As one by one the elastic of the straps took the strain, her flaps were held open like a flower in full bloom. Her cunt was presented open, lubed, and ready for use. It was impossible for her to be made any more available.

The lad stepped back, his work done, and she heard the sound of a ratchet being turned, and chains raised the sling to the right height-about 3 foot from the ground. It was then winched forward, so that the slut’s body lay under the protective structure so that the horse’s weight was kept from her. Then silence, apart from the clop of hooves on the floor, as the mighty stallion was led forward. He remained docile as he was tethered in his crush, unaware of what to expect, but then the scent of the hormones reached him. Eyes bulging, his cock firmed to a two foot rigid pole, as the veins on its surface bulged. He reared and pawed the air, before his hooves clattered on the protective cage, as the terrified slut watched helplessly. The stallion lad, used to such displays of testosterone, expertly guided the massive cock to the obscenely gaping vagina with his gloved hand. As soon as it touched her meat, he let some slack on the belly rope, and the great beast plunged his cock into the waiting bride. Her pussy, having not been penetrated for months, but kept fairly pliable by the inflation bladder that was now increasingly used to give anal feel, parted with surprising ease, and, aided by the lubricant, the mushroom shaped head vanished into the pierced orifice accompanied by three inches of shaft. Keen not to let her have too much until her pussy stretched to meet him, the stallion lad controlled the depth of the thrusts with his waist rope as the stallion urgently plumbed this warm and inviting cave. Sarah gasped at the shock of this sudden and unfamiliar intrusion, but quickly adjusted to the thrusts, and slowly but surely a warm familiar feeling started in her clitoris-an area she had not heard from for a while. As the beast plumbed on, the stallion lad gradually let out more and more rope until eight inches of the equine cock was embedded in her. DoctorG had advised that the human vagina could seldom cope with more that ten inches, so they kept it at eight for now-it was only her first best man, after all.

Relaxing enough to accommodate eight inches of stallion meat, she responded to his thrusts now by pushing back, trying to make it good for both of them her breathing became heavier, and she remembered Teddy’s words-cum at will. Now getting right into the whole experience, she let the clitoral pleasure wash over her as she focussed on her first orgasm at the hands of her best men. Just as she felt it close, she realised something was missing. There was no anal spasms-her ass-pussy wasn’t talking to her. She even felt an emptiness in her stomach where she had derived such unexpected pleasure at the hands of the pyloric dildo. The vaginal/clitoral spasms were wonderful-she loved them, but they weren’t sending her over the edge. Desperate to cum now; as the stallion grew more urgent as his explosion was near, she reached for her slut-nips. A good squeeze on each, especially the recently pierced one, would send her into titworld and give her what she craved….But she couldn’t reach them, strapped behind her back as they were. Gasping with frustration, she tried to thrust back at the stallion cock, as she heard him whinny loudly and felt an explosion of heat as his scalding horse-jizz hosed down her cervix. Crying with frustration as her orgasm remained just out of reach, she felt the beast withdraw. A cascade of cum poured out into the receptacle beneath her as he withdrew- cum that she had enjoyed in her coffee and over her cereal before today. She felt bereft-her equine best man had honoured her with the greatest of gifts and she had not had the courtesy to orgasm. Her Masters would be disappointed- her audience wouldn’t vote for her tattoo! She cried tears of frustration as the beast was led away. Deep down she knew the problem- she was an anal girl now-throat and anus, throat and anus…Teddy’s words came back to her. Their effect on her had been total-she was now so brainwashed that she could only cum when stimulated where she had been trained to respond! As her sobs abated, she realised that this was a sign that her training had worked-she had been fully rehabilitated anally, and her oral credentials were improving all the time- maybe they would still be proud of her, and she resolved to make the other 19 best men as happy as she was capable of, regardless of her own pleasure.

Thus the weekend went. She entertained three more that evening before requesting sleep. Each time she enjoyed strong clitoro-vaginal sensations, but could never quite get over that last hill and cum herself.

As Ceebert removed her tail plug for her morning cleansing, she explained to him how she had felt during the couplings, and as he gave her the breast injections she was now addicted to, he soothed her fears, saying rather pointedly, that everything happened for a reason. Was he trying to tell her something?

Reassured, she took on ten stallions that day, her pussy getting looser and looser, and her orgasm staying just out of reach.

As she woke on the Sunday, ready to entertain the final six, her sense of frustration was growing- she wanted to please her Masters, and therefore her best men; and she wanted approval from her viewing public, but she was a slut-she knew that now. She was born to cum, and it was not doing her duty to fail to do so-her rehabilitation demanded that she cum as often as possible. She felt a plot forming.

As the stallion lad greased her up for her first visitor of the morning, she asked him if she could try one in the ass. Looking astonished, the lad shook his head “No woman alive can take a horse anally, slut-besides, this is your destiny-pussy for horses,, urethra for white men ass for everyone else”.

As she received the sprinter’s cock in her slut pussy, she felt thrusts were more urgent than the others, and remembered being told that sprinters were more highly strung. Maybe she could get off on this one? Thrusting back at his ten-inch thrusts, she got even closer, her clit throbbing fit to burst, but still not quite.

Each new stallion that was brought to her, she asked more urgently, and then begged the stallion lad to unplug her ass for him. Each time she was refused, and each time Teddy, Winston and Jay grinned wider. They couldn’t believe it. This was what they had hoped for, but hadn’t really believed that anyone’s transformation could be so total. As she screamed her frustration as the nineteenth stallion emptied his mighty balls into her now cavernous pussy, and the load spilled into the ubiquitous collection vessel, they knew they were on a winner.

As webmaster Jay cut the webcam broadcast, and invited his members to pay an extra fee to witness the finale live, the fees poured in as the public knew they were about to witness something quite remarkable. Winston got on the intercom to the stallion lad and told him to take five and report to the studio.

As the twentieth and final stallion was led in, it was not, unbeknown to the slut bride, one of the twenty she had met in the barn. Even Sarah couldn’t take a sprinter’s cock in her ass. This was a non-thoroughbred that Teddy had brought in especially, just in case things panned out as they looked like they were about to. He was a cob, who sported a cock about Teddy’s size, but many inches longer. He was a star in the porno industry, and well used to women’s pussys. But he had never had ass, and subsequently no-one had ever taken his full length.

As the stallion lad went to lube her for the final time, she screamed in frustration “Please take this plug out of my ass and let me have him properly-I’ll do anything!”

Feigning submission, he told her she’s get him into trouble, but on her head be it. He removed the elastic straps so that her cunt no longer was spread open, and unceremoniously unplugged her ass. Gasping with relief that she was now properly available, she barely noticed him lubing her anus, as she panted and thrust her slut asshole at the horse, who was now ready and rearing in the crush. Using his gloved hand to guide the beast for the first time into an anus, the lad watched in marvel as the bride’s sphincter opened as if by magic, and swallowed the mushroom as if it were second nature. Remembering Winston’s instructions to gradually let the rope out until she had the full length available, he gradually fed the ravenous slut horse cock, watching in awe as her rectum swallowed inch after inch of it, her moaning and spasming getting loader and more urgent as her ass-pussy approached super-nova. On a cue from Jay, the two muscle lads approached the sling with the whips they used to control the stallions if required. As the stallion lad finally let the rope go and the cob was afforded no limit access to the heavenly anus, they started whipping her gourds underneath the sling, and Sarah, feeling titworld beckoning, thrust her hips against the cob and, with a scream took the full twenty inches of horse cock all the way into the very deepest part of her colon. She vaguely remembered wishing she had something plumbing the depths of her stomach as she passed out.

The audience went wild, clapping and cheering behind the one-way glass. The internet approval ratings went off the scale, and when Jay asked for the vote on her skull tattoo, the result was a 100% YES.

The lads unstrapped the unconscious slut, and carried her through to a guest bedroom, where she was allowed to sleep for an hour. She then took a well earned shower, ate a hearty lunch, feeling an air of approval all around her.

Rested, fed and cleaned, she was led naked, tail replaced, to the main auditorium where the makeshift altar and other church regalia had been removed. Her audience were all seated, and on the stage where the webcams were set up, stood Ceebert, with his tattoo equipment. There was no chair, just a tin bath like they used to wash in front of the fire before proper plumbing. Teddy , Jay and Winston stood proudly next to him. Gesturing to the slut to kneel in the bath, Teddy spoke.

“My little slut bride. You honeymoon is over. You have performed well. We hoped your anal dependency would shine through at the end and you did not disappoint. Part one of your rehabilitation is now complete, and we are going to mark it in the literal sense of the word. The internet has spoken, and you have earned the maximum ink on offer for your new baldness. Like the ink on your back, you will not know what sits on the top of your skull, nor do you need to. You will, however, enjoy seeing in the mirror the garland that surrounds it. This ink, like all the rest, has been chosen by your viewing public, and reflects their approval of your progress. The ink will take about two hours, after which you will be taken home for one last surprise. To keep you warm while Ceebert works, we have a final gift from your best men”

With that, the stable lads appeared carrying pitchers that gave off steam. Pouring them over the kneeling slut to peals of applause, she felt herself immersed in the seed of twenty stallions that had passed through her body. The jizz had been warmed to a comfortable temperature, and felt wonderful. As Ceebert applied a liberal coat of “Nair” to her head to prevent hair regrowth whilst the tattoo healed and shaving was impractical, she felt an immense sense of well being flood over her. As the tattoo gun bit into her scalp, she again cried tears of joy, as well as enjoying anal spasms at the pain, as Ceebert carefully drew a garland of corn snakes around her head, finishing above each  eyebrow rather like a Roman Emporer’s  laurel crown. Once the intricate “crown of snakes” was complete, he had her incline her head toward hmi and he added the detail to the top of her head that she would never see. He drew, in startlingly realistic detail, three cocks, the heads of which met in the middle. One was unmistakably Teddy’s, one Brutus’s , and the third, with it’s classic mushroom head, could belong to any one of twenty. Each cock was ejaculating, the fluid forming a communal pool at the very center of Sarah’s head. As Ceebert inked it, the stable lads ladled the warm jizz over her slender tattooed shoulders to keep her warm.

It was late that evening when Sarah, clad in a Victoria’s secret negligee that had been a parting gift from the ranch, arrived back at the marital home. As the dizzily pink Darcy gasped in horror at her head, Brutus padded softly up to her and licked her body lovingly. Maisy fed her and fixed her a drink, before DoctorG arrived to check her over. Leading her upstairs, she noticed much of the regalia from the house was already packed, as if they were moving. Looking surprised, she asked the good doctor, who simply explained that this was to be her last night in her marital home. Tomorrow she moved on in every sense.

After checking her pussy and ass for damage, and finding them both fine, although somewhat looser that last time he looked. Satisfied, he refitted her catheter, inflation bladder and bulb, and then laced her pussy together, possibly for the last time, before locking the escutcheon in place. With a sigh of relief, the newlywed slut realised her anal exclusivity had been restored. As he deftly removed her throat plug, Sarah thanked the Doctor as only she could, by swallowing his rod whole, and settling down with her mouth on his pubic bone for the night.

This completes part one of Sarah’s tale. She will return quite soon in part 2-Deep Inside Sarah.

If you can tell fantasy from reality, and want to keep up with her adventures, please read part 2.

No animals were harmed in the writing of this tale!